Three Philosophical Questions for Travelers

Then I didn't see you eating dead human flesh when I was underground, Dreyer thought to himself. "My lord, how's the business going?" Delaire asked. If he wanted to change the subject, it would be best not to give Aridan a chance to ask questions.

Aridan said: "It's okay. You know about smuggling. There are always risks. There are many rats in the sewer, and I don't know which one leaked the news."

Dreyer took a sip of the soup and said, "That's a headache, sir, are you here to do this today?"

"No, I'm here today..."

"Hey! Didn't I say that the food is not allowed?" Delaire said to the clerk at this time, "Take it back and take it back! I didn't bring much money today, so don't try to cheat me!" Looking at Aridan with a smile, he said, "My lord, go on, what are you talking about?"

"I'm here to see you today, Dreyer."

Dreyer was stunned for a moment, and then said immediately: "Oh, yes, it's time for the casino to collect rent. Don't worry, my lord. I'll send someone to the club for you the next day—together with the accounts. These days What I did was okay, I made a little money, hey, don’t think too little, this casino has just been in operation, and it will take some time to recover..."

"Survivor, you know that I have other things to do with you." Aridan looked at him in a different way, which made Dreyer feel terrified, "Delaine? Hanslock, I heard that you... Big money?" The necromancer's eyes showed fox-like cunning.

It seems that you can't fool around, Dreyer thought to himself.

At this moment, his heart tightened.On the surface, he said with a smile on his face: "I dare not say that I have made a lot of money, I can only say that I will make a lot of money."

The necromancer asked him, "How about the 'will' method?"

"The goods haven't arrived yet, and the money hasn't arrived yet, so we can't talk about making money."

Aridan smiled, showing a mouthful of white teeth, "Survivors, go talk to me."

Dreyer didn't dare to go with this guy, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to get out when he got underground, so he said: "Thank you for your invitation, but I still have important things to do today, the slower this thing is done, the money will come The slower it is, let's talk about it here!"

Aridan nodded, and said, "Survivor, you are a friend of the Necromancer Association, and you shouldn't hide anything between friends, right?"

Dreyer nodded silently.

"Then let me ask you, there is a wine called 'Wild Horse Fire' recently released in Liquor City, isn't it you who made it?"

Dreyer nodded and said, "Yes, what happened to the wine?"

Aridan said: "That wine can make a lot of money, Delaire! All the wines awarded at the Wine City Fine Wine Conference can sell out of stock. We are friends. Since we are friends, don't we have to make a fortune together? You Are you right, survivor?"

Delair asked, "So how do you want to get rich?"

"Your wine is famous, so you must produce more? If you produce more, you need more slaves. I can give you many, many slaves, my friend!" He stretched out his boneless hand and shook it Pale fingers, said with a smile:

"The Necromancer Association has a lot of living dead!"

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These words moved Dreyer's heart. The Necromancer Association can indeed provide low labor costs.These living dead people don't know what it means to be tired, and they don't complain, as long as they are given a morsel of food, they can work day and night.

However, he was very calm at the moment, and he thought to himself: If I accept Aridan's help, then he will definitely take away a large sum of money from me.I might as well buy some slaves myself!

"Master Aridan, of course it is good to make a fortune together. Let me ask, how much do you sell a living dead?"

Aridan waved his hand and said, "We are all friends! I don't want money."

Shit! "Hey, don't say that, just ask a price, we can discuss it."

Aridan said with a smile: "I really don't need money, it's for our friendship."

Dreyer asked: "Then you want a dividend from the winery?"

Aridan straightened his face and said, "Who do you think I am? Survivors, what is the use of us asking for so much money? What we are looking for is the boundary between life and death and the direction of fate."

Playing tricks, he thought. "Then you... don't want anything? How can I be embarrassed?"

The necromancer was pondering, and he knocked on the table with his knuckles, making a crisp sound.After a while he said, "I want your wine recipe."

Fuck me - fuck you!Dreyer smiled, "What is your lord wanting my prescription for?"

"Of course I drank it myself!" Aridan said with a smile, "People in the Necromancer Association like spirits. We brew it ourselves, and then add some poison and drugs to it. It tastes very refreshing."

Dreyer said: "Oh, if you drink it yourself, I'll just give it to you! In the future, the Necromancer Association will take it from me if it wants to drink, there are plenty!"

"That's inappropriate, you'd better hand over the recipe, living." Aridan seemed to have run out of patience, he stood up from his seat, looked at Delaire and said, "Don't force me to do it."

Dreyer was still sitting, and he said: "My lord, don't worry. I will give you the recipe, we are friends! However, the recipe is simple, but the tools for brewing wine are troublesome. I am going to find an alchemist today. Order a few, how about this, after a few days, I will send you the tool and the recipe, and then help you train a few employees, what do you think?"

When Aridan heard this, he turned angry and laughed, and said: "The living, my good friend! Hahahaha!" He patted Delaire's shoulder with his bony fingers, and said, "Then I'll wait for your good news , don't make me wait too long!"

"Yes, my lord!" Dreyer laughed, "We still have to make a fortune together, don't you think?"

"Yes, let's make a fortune together! Well, I'm leaving, you should do your work first." As he said that, Ali Dan walked out by himself.Dreyer sighed, lowered his head, and saw that the remaining broth had cooled, and a layer of greasy hoarfrost had condensed on it.

I was right, Aridan would definitely eat a big piece of my meat before he would give up.If I just let him go on like this, how much money will I lose?Dreyer's face became more and more gloomy.

And it's not just greedy necromancers I'll be up against in the future, but maybe other local bullies and even nobles.I have to deal with all these people before I can sell the goods smoothly.At this moment, he felt that the road ahead was difficult.

But no matter how difficult it was, it was not as difficult as when he first came to Rotten Routan—what did he have back then?Just a pair of shackles.But he relied on this capital to become the owner of the casino and a wealthy businessman in Rotten Meat Beach.

Thinking of this, Dreyer mustered up his confidence.Isn't it just conspiracy and intrigue?He is very good at it!

After coming out of the tavern, he first found the craftsman he had worked with before, and continued to order the tools for making distilled spirits. Then he returned to his casino and called a few of his two subordinates—Severed Finger Yesko and Gambler. Ghost Sariva.

The three found a quiet room upstairs in the casino and sat down.Yesko ate and drank well these days, he gained a lot of weight, and the clothes he wore changed from tattered linen to fine sweaters and furs.

Dreyer was short on time, so he immediately arranged tasks for them, saying: "I have a job for you now. Yesko, I first need you to find me a site near the wine city. I want to buy land, the bigger the better .”

Yesko asked, "What are you using it for?"

"Use it to open the arena," Delaire said. "The people in Rotten Flesh Beach are brave and aggressive, and the arena will definitely attract many people."

Yesko asked: "But that thing requires a high cost and recruits gladiators, so it's not easy to operate?"

I just want to recruit gladiators, Dreyer thought to himself, with the arena built, I can justifiably hire a large number of fighters, and these people will become my reserve force.If you have money without a knife, you are an animal waiting to be slaughtered.

"You just do it. We are planning for the long-term. By the way, if you see someone who can be used, please leave a contact information first, such as animal trainers, gladiators, and hosts."

"Okay, brother!"

Then Dreyer went on to say: "Sariva, I want you to go quietly to the Wolf Stone clan and invite the young patriarch out for a meal. Let's do what we like, prepare good wine and food, and beautiful women. Let him Be happy, don't feel bad about money, get acquainted with him, and I will discuss business with him in a few days."

Sariva didn't ask any more questions, so he agreed straight away: "Yes, brother!"

If you want to deal with the Necromancer Association, the best helper is their sworn enemy, the Wolfstone Clan.Dreyer couldn't bring down the Necromancer Association by himself, but with the help of Wolf Stone, it would be different-it would be best if they could fight and lose both.

Of course, he would not say these words to these two people.

Dreyer said: "You will start preparing tomorrow, and I will go to Wine City during this period."

Yesko asked him, "What are you doing in Wine City?"

"I want to chat with the nobles," Dreyer said. "In the future, when we do business, we must deal with these big guys, right?"

Yesko nodded silently.

Delair would not tell him the true purpose of his trip.What he really wants is the legal right to manage Rotten Flesh Beach.The town of Rotten Routan has not had a mayor for many years. The wine city doesn't care, and Rotten Routan itself can't manage it. The system here grows savagely, which is why there are gang forces such as the Wolf Stone Clan and the Necromancer Association.Delaire needs a title to manage all of this legally and reasonably—and make a lot of money legally and reasonably!

Black money can never be earned as fast as white money—no matter how much you smuggle, it can't compare to official sales!

I have to settle the messy things in Rotten Routan before I can pave the road, he thought to himself, the rich man in Rotten Routan is not enough,

I have to be the king of the rotten meatbank!

Chapter 5: Razor and the SS, a

Chapter 5: Razor and the SS, a

Three months of harsh training is enough to turn a blue-eyed boy into a razor for the guards.

Today's Razor no longer uses the old name, and people in the temple only know him as Razor.Dara Kashaben wanted him to practice for one year, but Razor completed all the courses in three months.

He first practiced spirituality, magic principles, occultism, potionology, magic material science and other magic subjects in Dara Kasha's academy, and then went to the Ranger Guild to learn stealth, tracking, torture, assassination, Skills such as trap making.As for fencing and fighting, he got an exemption—he beat his martial arts teacher to the ground with a wooden sword.

The great priest Dalakaxia didn't expect his practice speed to be so fast, so the priest gave him many difficulties, hoping to make him maintain restraint and let go of his pride.

This includes reciting 77 magic-breaking spells, finding a red-skinned squirrel with a special smell in a lush forest, translating a large ancient text, defeating four witchers at the same time, and taking the altar without triggering any traps. the cheese...

But no matter which one can't help the razor - he can recite twenty spells a day, and finish other people's work for a month in three days; he has a keen sense of smell and clear eyes, and he caught the squirrel in three to ten minutes, and it was alive ;He seems to be naturally sensitive to ancient characters, he can use the grammar of ancient people to understand the characters, so the translation is fast and smooth; he has no moves in battle, but he wins in speed and strength, so he uses a wooden knife to cut four In the end, his eyes seemed to be able to see through, and he could see through the buttons of the masonry, the hidden arrows on the wall, and the poison on the table at a glance... His insight was as sharp as a scalpel.

Of course, Razor himself doesn't take these things seriously.He just wants to get out of here now, he has a lot of things to do.He was going to find Naitewei at Rotten Meat Beach, and then fulfilled the agreement to assassinate the devil, and finally he was going back to Bear Mountain to find Haven—he was very excited at the thought of going back to Bear Mountain.When he left last time, he was a cripple without two arms, but now he can use a pair of knives more dexterously than his hands, and he has also learned to use his mind to manipulate metal. He can already take care of himself completely.In addition, he has learned quite a lot of skills-he is a warrior when he picks up a sword, and he is a scholar when he picks up a pen.

Master Haiwen will be surprised from ear to ear when he sees me, he thought to himself.

So today, Priest Razor and Dara Kasha filed an application, saying that they hope to travel on business.

The temple is located on the Cloud City in Dara Kasha.This is also the ruins of ancient demon refining. After Dalakaxia discovered this place, he transformed it into a secret training base for the ancient god sect.It's very private, but also very inconvenient, so people rarely go out.

After Dara Kasha learned of his request, he said to him: "Razor, you are indeed my best student. You made great progress and completed your studies early. But the temple has its rules, unless you can Prove yourself, or I won't let you graduate."

Razor asked him: "I have done so much, haven't I proved myself?"

Dara Kasha took out a roll of parchment from the old bookshelf, spread the parchment on the table, and pressed it flat with an iron ingot. "This is a map of our continent. You can take a look. The places marked on it are all places where disasters are raging."

Razor looked there and saw dozens of large and small marks on the map, among which a few were particularly eye-catching.Razor asked: "These are all fierce monsters?"

"Yes, I need you to solve one of them." The priest pointed on the map, "Here, you go here. The evil disaster here has been sealed for 100 years, and now the seal is about to collapse. I want you to stay here." Solve the problem before."

It was probably a jungle in the south, and Razor asked, "Where is this?"

Dara Kasha said: "Go to Hummingbird City and find a demon hunter named Wolfclaw, and he will tell you the specific arrangements. After killing the ogre, bring its blood back to your life, and I will allow you Graduation will make you a real fierce warrior."

"it is good!"

"Be careful of the witches in Hummingbird City," the priest reminded, "Our relationship with the academic witches has always been bad. Don't take the initiative to cause trouble, but don't be soft when it's time to strike."

"I remember, my lord." Razor saluted and prepared to leave.

Dara Kasha stopped him and said, "You still need at least two companions, Razor. This time you lead the team yourself, you can choose these people at will."

Razor has learned that the team cooperates with these things. When hunting fierce monsters, there should be one person to scout, one to attack, and one to support. Three people can also form the most basic encirclement formation.But he hates working with other people, so he says, "I can figure it out myself."

"You have to get used to this. You have to know that not everything can be solved alone. Coordinating with your companions is also an important skill, and this skill is also included in the assessment."

Razor was at a loss for words, so he asked him, "Who is my companion?"

"You come with me." Dara Kasha said.

Dara Kasha took him to the lower half of Cloud City.

Cloud City is divided into three floors, the first floor is facing the sun, the sun is exposed to the sun, the sky is high and the wind is strong, so there are no people.From the second layer, with "cloud soil" as the zenith and ground, there are buildings and houses.Razor also trained here before.The third floor is the living area, where the practitioners of Yunzhong City live, as well as the cafeteria, tavern, library and prayer room.

There is a long distance between each floor, and it takes them a long time to walk down the winding stairs.

Ten minutes later, they stopped at the small square in the living area, and the priest rang the handbell for assembly.After a while, everyone in the living area came here to gather.Razor lived with these guys for three months and knew almost everyone.There were alternate ghoul warriors, witchers, and mage-slayers, but none of them caught his fancy.

Dara Kasha said: "Master Razor is going out to work and needs an assistant. Does anyone recommend himself?"

The people were silent for a moment, and then three people walked out of the team.Razor looked at the three, a hunter as strong as a bull, an assassin wearing a mask, and a woman, probably a wizard.He shook his head and said, "They can't."

Dara Kasha nodded, at this time the strong hunter said: "How do you know we can't do it?" Razor looked him up and down, it was a man in leather armor, his muscles were full of strength, and his face was as hard as a stone .Razor looked at the other two again and said, "You think so too?"

The witch shouted: "I think you should give us a chance to show our strength, my lord."

The man with the wolf tooth mask said: "I'm not necessarily worse than you!"

Razor and the SS, II

Razor and the SS, II

Razor nodded and said to the strong hunter, "What are you best at?"

The hunter said, "I am so strong that I can draw a bow weighing a hundred catties!"

Razor said, "Well, then let me see—bring you the bow!"

The servant next to him hurriedly fetched the bow and arrow. It was a big bow of one hundred catties, and one had to have extraordinary arm strength to control it.The hunter picked up the bow, tugged it, tugged it, then took out the arrow and asked, "Where's the target?"

As soon as the razor pouted, the servant set up a wooden stake a hundred steps away, and then drew ten red circles on the wooden stake.

"Cum," said Razor.

"Okay!" The hunter shouted, bowed his bow and set his arrow. Because of the force, the veins on his body stood out like earthworms.The people around held their breaths and concentrated in silence.At this moment, the hunter shot an arrow, and the sound of the arrow piercing through the air tore through the quiet air.

Accompanied by a sound of exclamation, the arrow hit the stake with a bang.The servant shouted: "Nine rings!"

The hunter raised his mouth and asked, "How is it, my lord?"