Three Philosophical Questions for Travelers

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ps: This is to make up for last night.

Strategizing Dreyer, III

Strategizing Dreyer, III

"And these living dead are twice as expensive as ordinary slave mercenaries! As long as they are not afraid of death, they are the best fighters!" Delaire slapped the table excitedly, "From now on, Rotten Flesh is the second largest The specialty is these mercenaries who are not afraid of death!"

Everyone cheered together, and Dreyer gestured for people to be quiet.He continued: "After all these goods are finished, you make a list and give it to Water Lily; Water Lily, you can bring it to me after you finish counting."

The little girl was startled immediately, and she quickly said, "I...I wouldn't do such a thing! I've never done it!"

"Everyone has a first time, it's okay, just do it once you do it." Dreyer smiled at her, and Water Lily returned the wry smile.

"Finally, Sariva, I want you to go to Wine City with me tomorrow. I want to talk to people from the Flowers family about business."

"Yes, big boss!"

Dreyer nodded and said, "That's it, what else do you want to say? If there is nothing, the meeting will end."

Then everyone reported on the recent work situation, and then the meeting was quickly dissolved.After leaving the conference room, Magnolia stopped Delaire and said, "Master Mayor, are you really planning to run this place of Rotten Meat Beach?"

Dreyer looked at the wandering nobleman and asked her, "Why not?"

Magnolia pondered a little, and said in a warning tone: "Don't forget, you are not a baron."

Dreyer chewed on the meaning of this sentence - am I not a baron?What if I'm not a Baron?But I can do the same... Oh, I'm just the mayor of Rotten Meat Beach, the mayor is a part-time worker, I don't own this place.In this case……

The more he thought about it, the more serious it became.He realized that he was going astray, that he had forgotten the most important thing.

He, Delaire Hansrock, he is not the real king of the Rotten Flesh.

The real king of Rotten Flesh is the Flowers family.This is still the fiefdom of the Flowers family, and it is the territory of the Marquis under the northern border.It's useless even if Dreyer really built the Rotten Flesh into his kingdom. The Flowers family can take away his power with a word and a document.Unless he can become a baron, his position will never be secure.

Magnolia used to be an aristocrat, and she understands the thoughts of aristocrats better than Dreyer. Her warning this time is really on point.Dreyer was grateful, and said to her: "Captain of the guard, thank you, you reminded me of a very important thing."

Magnolia nodded and said, "Master Mayor, the nobles of Wine City have extraordinary appetites. If you let them know that you are fat, then you will be slaughtered."

"Thank you." Dreyer remembered this sentence.

The two parted, and Dreyer returned to the mayor's mansion with the water lily.It was afternoon, he took off his coat and lay down on the bed to rest.He looked at the ceiling and thought in his heart: Rotten meat beach is not mine, I am a commoner, and commoners cannot have fiefdoms.

So how can I become a Baron?

buy with money?The baron cannot be bought with money, even if it can be bought with money, it will be a sky-high price.The Flowers family has many heirs, and their own sons can't even divide the land. How could they easily sell the land to an outsider like me?

Today's nobles are all hereditary. Their ancestors once made military exploits for the superiors, so they were granted titles.Do I have to go to war for the Flowers family in order to be assigned the title?

fight……

The Flowers family is fighting against the northerners, I remember the nobleman in Wine City told me.This is an opportunity to take advantage of.

What is missing in war?Short of gold, short of people.So does the wine city have these things?

Apparently there is no shortage.The nobles of Wine City are very rich, and Wine City is the richest place in the Mid Valley generation.There are countless fields and a large population here, and it can survive a war.

They don't lack anything, so how can I bribe them?

This question stumped Dreyer, who has been playing with people's hearts with the word "desire".Whatever other people want, he uses to persuade them.This time, the wine city nobles had everything they wanted, and he couldn't give those people anything.

Dreyer realized he needed a different approach.

I've got to go to Wine City, he thought, just thinking about it.

That being the case, Dreyer no longer thought about it.He took a nap for a while, and then got up in the evening for activities and meals.At supper time, he asked Lily to bring the food to the room, and then ate with Lily.

He uncorked a new bottle of red wine that Saliva had brought in his honor, and it was a fine bottle.The two poured two glasses, and then Dreyer said to Water Lian, "Let's not talk about marriage today, don't be nervous. I told you to give you three days to think about it."

Water Lian nodded slightly and said, "My lord, what do you want me to do?"

Dreyer took a sip of his wine, he brewed his words, and said: "Water Lily, you are a free man, you are not a slave I bought."

Water Lily's round eyes were full of sadness, "No, I just don't have a brand. Because I am a sacrifice to the Night God, so..." She touched her cheek, which is where a slave should be branded.

Dreyer didn't want to talk nonsense with her: "I just say you are you."

"Yes, my lord." The free girl chose to obey.

Dreyer continued: "Since you are a free man, you have to marry like a free girl. Water Lily, you are not young, do you have a suitable family?"

She shook her head.

Dreyer said: "Then I will marry you. I am neither handsome nor young, but I am rich and can give you a stable and prosperous life. You can live like a noble lady in the future. How about it?"

"I don't understand." Water Lily looked confused, "If you only want me to serve you, then the current state is fine. I will be your servant, or your mistress. You...why did you marry me... She pondered for a while, "You just became a free man's slave as a wife?"

Dreyer didn't want to hide it from her anymore, so he said: "I want a reliable person to manage the money for me. The person who manages the money must be absolutely loyal to me. There are not many people I can trust in water lilies and rotten meat pools." , but I believe in you. You are reliable and talented. So I want to marry you. I will give you a rich life, and you will give me loyalty."

The girl looked at him and said, "Is this your business?"

Dreyer nodded and said, "Yes, it's business."

"But marriage is not a business, sir, you can't treat marriage as a business." Her hands were trembling, but her tone was firm.She must have made up her mind a lot to say that.

"But I know how to do business. I'm a businessman."

"I don't want your money."

Dreyer asked her, "Then what do you want?"

"I want you to kiss me," she said, lifting her chin slightly.

Strategizing Dreyer, IV

Strategizing Dreyer, IV

Dreyer had kissed her a lot in bed—and in all sorts of places.But this kind of kiss was the first time.

It was not difficult, and he did it.The water lily also responded enthusiastically to him.The girl has a delicate little tongue, which can play many tricks.After this long kiss, Lily cupped his face in one hand and said, "Look into my eyes, and go on."

"What the hell are you trying to do?" Dreyer asked her.

"I want to see how much you love me," she looked into Dreyer's eyes, "I want to see your sincerity."

"That's good," Dreyer said.

So Dreyer pushed her down on the bed and fucked her hard.

He was pissed off by this woman, and he wanted the bitch to know who was her man.He's been with a lot of women, but never as hard as this one.

Dreyer didn't know how long it had passed from dusk to dark.Until his back hurts and he can no longer be hard.

The girl was lying naked on the bed, with her arms over her eyes, her whole body was flushed, and her chest rose and fell with her breathing.Dreyer sat on the edge of the bed, took a sip of wine, and said, "Are you satisfied?"

Water Lily took three more deep breaths and said, "I don't know."

"Then what exactly do you want?" Dreyer was in a relaxed mood now, and he poured a glass of red wine unhurriedly

"My lord, I'm very, very, very disturbed." She took her arms away and looked at Dreyer.

"What's wrong?" Dreyer shook the wine glass in his hand, he looked at the liquid, the dark red liquid was as red as blood.The blood of a virgin, he thought to himself, this wine is called the blood of a virgin, and it is said that it is brewed with the blood of a saint.The ancient vampires liked to drink this stuff.

Water Lily slowly got up, and then she lay down beside Dreyer, holding his arm tightly, "My lord, do you know the legend of Night God?"

"I don't know," said Dreyer. "I'm not from here. I don't know about this kind of thing."

Water Lily rubbed his smooth body against his arm, and interlocked his fingers, saying, "My lord, Night God is a real god. We have all seen him."

"If you've seen it, you've seen it." Dreyer disagreed.Which religion would say that its god is false?But who has really seen God?

Lily squeezed his hand, and said, "No, my lord, I am not joking. I have seen him!"

Dreyer glared at her and said, "Where did you see it?"

Water Lily hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "In a dream."

Dreyer laughed loudly and said, "I even dreamed that I was a king! On average, I dream twice a month, which is more frequent than a girl's menstruation—do you think it's useful?"

Water Lily blushed anxiously, and said, "No, my lord! You have to trust me, I really..."

Dreyer interrupted her, saying: "Now, girl! We're talking about marriage, what's the use of you talking about gods and gods?"

Water Lily said: "It is this incident that makes me uneasy, makes me afraid to marry you, and even makes me afraid to sleep every day."

This is very serious. After all, she is his fiancée, and Dreyer still needs to care about her.He said to the water lily: "What's so terrible? Will the night god eat you?"

The water lily said seriously: "My lord, the wine city offers sacrifices to the night god once every three years. If the tribute stops in one year, the night god will be angry. So he will send demons to devour the moon and let the dark night come."

Dreyer waved his hand and said with a smile: "The lunar eclipse is happening everywhere, and the legends are different in different places. I don't think it's trustworthy. It's all made up by people."

The water lily went on: "Now we have had no living sacrifice for him for five years, and he must be very angry; the astrologer says that when the red star is in the middle of the sky, eternal night will fall. Then the snowstorm will sweep everything, until the children With gray hair, he can't see the sun."

Dreyer became impatient, and he said: "Why do you believe this stuff? It's all fake. The witch doctors in the Gulf also said that a mass extinction is coming, that sky fires and tsunamis will destroy the world. In order to avoid this When that happens, people have to give money to the church—ha! Donate money! I think that's the point. Night people have to give money too, right?"

"Not just money, my lord, but our beliefs, our souls."

"Well, even if what you said is true. So what does this have to do with our affairs?" He put the wine glass on the table, and the brazier was crackling not far away, "Does the night god still care about the girl's marriage? "

Water Lily said: "Water Lily Night God's sacrifice is nominally the wife of Night God. If I marry someone else, it would be a blasphemy. So... I have repeatedly confirmed whether you really love me. Night God is also the God of Love. It will tear apart people who really love each other."

"You and I sleep every day, what blasphemy are you talking about now?" Dreyer laughed dumbly.

"The doctrine only says that I cannot get married, nothing else."

"Stupid." Dreyer shook his head.He remembered what happened when he was a housekeeper. At that time, Haven Ambside often mentioned religious matters. He hated those magic sticks and always said that he would find an opportunity to expose the true colors of these liars.Thinking about it now, Haven was right, this thing is stupid.

But Dreyer is different from Haven. Haven wants to destroy something bad when he sees it, but Dreyer sees this kind of thing and only thinks about how to use it.

The Night God Sect is very powerful in Wine City, and members of the Flowers family are not only nobles, but also priests, bishops and priests.Delair thought to himself: Can I start here?

I can't get into the aristocratic class, but I can become a religious liar if I donate money-how about I get a fucking archbishop first?

"I have an idea," Delair murmured.

"What?" Water Lily looked puzzled.

"I know how to break the ice, Lily, and I have to thank you," Dryer said, laughing.Water Lily was confused by him and just nodded silently.

"Water Lily, pack your luggage tomorrow, we will go to Wine City in a few days."

Water Lily asked him, "Huh? Shall I go too?"

Dreyer said: "Of course you are going, this time things can't be done without you."

Water Lily wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and said: "I don't know how to do anything, I can't manage money or settle accounts, my lord, I can only serve you."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Dreyer pulled the quilt away, and the water lily was startled, and subconsciously covered her body.She and Dreyer looked at each other, then slowly let go of their hands.

Dreyer said to her: "I went to Wine City this time to give you peace of mind. If you come with me, you won't have to worry about Night God punishing you in the future, and you can sleep peacefully every day."

Water Lily asked, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to be a priest." Dreyer said with a smirk, "I'll be a high priest in the end, the big one!"

Strategizing Dreyer, V

Strategizing Dreyer, V

In a few days, they set off for Wine City.The rotten meat beach is not far from the wine city, and it can be reached in the same day by riding a fast horse.Lily proposes a carriage, but Dryer insists on a horse.Horses are such things that if you don't ride them for too long, you will forget how to ride them. Dreyer doesn't want to forget this skill.Now that the world is unpredictable, maybe one day he will have to run on horseback.

The next morning Dreyer set out with Lily, and two other attendants.The four of them wore thick windbreakers and rode all the way to Wine City.The snow in the wine city has not melted a few days ago, and the Hessen Valley is covered in silver; beside the water lily is a white windbreaker, and the figure almost melts into the snow.

"It's cold, my lord, and I can hardly hold the rein. May I ride with you?" she said to Dreyer.

The girl's cheeks were flushed from the cold, and her body was shaking. It seemed that the weather was a bit too cruel for the girl.In fact, not only for girls, but also for Dreyer.This winter is so fucking cold!It was too cold.Dreyer couldn't help thinking: Middle-earth is so cold, how cold is it in the north?

So they rode together on the same horse.

The snowy road was difficult, so they set off in the morning, took a nap at a roadside hotel at noon, and only saw the wine city near dusk.After they entered the city, they first found a hotel to stay.

The appearance of the wine city this time is different from the last time I came here. The military flag was hung in the wine city, and thick tents were built outside the city and on the edge of the city wall.The sacrificial priests accompanying the army braved the harsh winter and gave speeches everywhere in the army tents to boost morale.Dreyer frowned, thinking to himself:

Could it be that the little trident has already hit the wine city?Is this going to be a battlefield?

He hurried to inquire about the information, and Dreyer first went to the tavern he frequented to find a man named "Long Ear".This person is a local local snake, well-informed.He was in the tavern, doing intelligence business.