Three Philosophical Questions for Travelers

"Ma'am, this matter..." He didn't know where to start.

Estelle smiled at him and said, "You are like my younger brother, you can tell me any difficulties you have, and I will help you."

"Yes, ma'am." Razor said after a little hesitation, "it's about Netway. I'm worried that she's going to sleep like this. I want to do something."

Estelle nodded silently, and said, "I want to save her too, but we have done everything we can - I don't suggest you do unnecessary things, what she needs most now is rest."

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Razor doesn't believe in fate, three

"I know she needs rest, too," Razor said, "but what if she keeps getting worse? Is there nothing we can do?"

Estherite said to him: "Razor, Natway's body is different from that of a human being. It is beyond my knowledge to treat her. Unless an ancient demon refining doctor comes here, no one can do anything about it."

Razor recalled what happened to the previous witch, and said, "Just now a witch said that soaking flowers in water could cure her."

"Blister flower?" Isrit frowned, "I've never heard of this medicine, which witch told me about it?"

Razor described the person's appearance to Estherite, and Estherite nodded, and said, "Oh, it's Mihalan. She is indeed unmatched in herbal medicine, but..." Estherite Reiter rubbed his forehead again, "But I don't suggest you go to gather medicine at this time, after all..." She glanced at the window, "The weather is too wicked."

"I can wait for a while, but if Netwig continues to deteriorate, I must take her away." Razor said in a deep voice.

Isrit asked: "Take her away? Where are you taking her?"

Razor replied: "The blisters will wither after three hours. I must take her out of here to gather medicine, and then let her decoct it immediately."

Isrit stared wide-eyed and said loudly: "You mean you're going to brave the snow to take her out? Don't be kidding!"

There was the sound of a glass breaking at the door, and the two looked over there, only to see the female orc overturned the plate and hot water, and was looking at Isrit in horror.The young countess glared at her and said, "Go and do it again!"

"Yes, mother." The orc hurriedly withdrew.

Estelle rubbed her forehead for the third time, her face full of tiredness.Seeing this, the razor said, "Ma'am, I won't bother you any more, you can rest."

"Well, I really need to rest, my head looks like it's going to explode." She sat back on the bed, "Razor, I know you are in a hurry, but don't do stupid things! You go back and watch her now, I will think There is a way."

"Thank you, ma'am."

He hadn't gone a few steps before he heard Estherite's voice. The countess was giving orders loudly, summoning apprentices and servants.A year ago, if Razor heard this voice, he would never think that it was Esriette talking.

The servants were in awe of her, and ran over as soon as they heard the sound.Seeing this scene, Razor was stunned for a while, recalling the old Islet in his mind, the appearance of the girl and the countess overlapped in his mind, and there was an indescribable feeling.At this moment, he looked down at his prosthetic limb and thought: We have all changed.

Maybe it's not just me and Isrit, but also the butler, cat master, Gerrit... I don't know what happened to those people in Mustang Town.Is King Kong still practicing what I taught him?Lord Haven, he...

Is he dead or alive?

I'll go back to Bear Mountain immediately after the matter here is dealt with, he thought to himself, this matter should be over.

In the evening, Razor went to feed Netwig the medicine.Giving medicine to a comatose person is not an easy task, every time the medicine soup is poured down, a lot will be spilled.He helped Netwig up, opened her mouth, and poured the medicinal soup in little by little.However, after feeding three spoonfuls, less than half a spoonful could enter her stomach.Razor said to himself: "How can she drink this?"

"I might be able to drink a little more if you feed me mouth to mouth," said Knightway suddenly.

Razor was taken aback, and immediately shouted in surprise: "Are you awake?"

"I just rest for a while, and I will continue to sleep later." She took the medicinal soup and smelled it, and said, "This stuff is useless to me, so don't give it to me in the future."

"Well, good." Razor put the medicine aside.Then he remembered the pill the witch had given him, and said, "Look at this. The witch says it will ease your pain."

Netway took it and sniffed it, and said, "I can't smell this—give me some water first."

"it is good."

Razor brought water, and Natway drank half of it.Then she hesitated, and took the pill with the last half of a glass of water. "I can still be awake for about half an hour, Nat, bring me some hot water and wipe my body. I feel like..." She sniffed her neckline and underarms, "I'm dirty. "

"Good," said Razor.

Then he asked the servants to bring hot water and hot towels, then persuaded the servants and guards to leave, and closed the gate tightly.He took Netaway's clothes off and began to scrub her gently.Netwig has no strength at all, and many times she leans on the razor, as soft as a noodle.

"Nat, do you always visit me?"

I almost live in your room. "I come occasionally," said Razor.

"Then when I fall asleep, can you wipe me too?" She blinked,

"Yeah." Razor nodded.

"Nate, you've become so gentle." She reached out and stroked Razor's face.

Razor was silent.

"If I don't wake up—"

"Then I'll kill you, bitch," Razor cut her off.

Netway nodded silently, and said, "Then I, too, will die in your arms, Nat." She leaned further on Razor.

"I can't wipe you off," said Razor.

"It's okay. Hold me until I fall asleep."

"it is good."

Razor hugged Netway with his iron hands. Although his prosthetic limbs were as dexterous as his hands, he couldn't feel Netway's body temperature.So he pressed his body against Natwig, who had a low fever.She was lighter and thinner than before. During the past few days in a coma, her weight dropped rapidly and her face became more emaciated.Razor doesn't do anything about it.He thought about the blister flower again, and at this moment he thought to himself: If Netwig continues to deteriorate, then I must take a risk.If it's a big deal, I'll carry her on my back, I won't lose to Blizzard.

Gradually, Netway's breathing became steady and heavy.Razor knew she was asleep and put her gently back on the bed.After that, Razor found the Faceless Ranger, and he said to it: "Faceless, you bring the blood of the fierce demon to the priest of Dalakasha, and tell him that I have completed the task. I can't go back in a short time."

"Okay, but let me advise you—"

"Don't persuade me, just send the letter." He handed the blood of the ferocious demon to the Faceless Ranger, "We all agree that the ferocious demon this time is the Disciplinarian among the three demon kings, you can ask Dara Kasha Bar."

"Will do."

"One more thing, Faceless." Razor looked at its mask, "Who are you?"

"Why do you ask this?"

"We have fought side by side together and may continue to partner in the future. I don't want to have too many secrets between us."

The Faceless Ranger pondered for a while and said, "I said I am a fish."

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Razor doesn't believe in fate, four

"Don't be kidding."

"It's not a joke," it rolled up its sleeves, revealing its scales, "I have a part of the blood of the sea people in my body. But this is the most humble bloodline."

Razor looked at its arm and said, "These are the scales of a snake."

"The ancient sea people once wanted to conquer the land, and they recruited many vassals on the land. Among them were the snake people. Later, the sea people became extinct, but the vassals survived. Now these vassals are either in the wild land Live, or integrate into human beings." It thought for a while, and said, "As far as I know, there are some black scale murlocs in the extreme north, and there are Yalong people on Dragon Island. And I belong to the snake people, and I have One tenth of the blood of the snake people, one percent of the blood of the sea people. The rest are all human beings."

"Thank you for trusting me," said Razor.

"It's nothing, many people in the temple know it, and it's not a secret anymore. In fact..." it scratched the scales on its arm, "The 'descendant of the sea god' in Xiongshan is not a pure-blooded sea citizen, she is just It’s just a bastard calling for the soul of the old empire! Ha, the sea people are gone, but the sea people’s dog still wants to restore the glory of the empire. This is very ridiculous, now is the fifth era, this is the age of humans.”

The descendant of the sea god was also a bastard?Razor thought to himself, I must meet this guy.

After coming out of the Faceless Ranger's room, Razor went back to sleep. Early the next morning, he went to check on Natway's condition. Seeing that Natway was fine, he went to morning exercises.In the morning, he dined in the hall, and then greeted Isrit.The whole day was peaceful, and occasionally a few refugees shouted in front of the castle, but they were quickly driven away by the guards.

Razor usually reads in the afternoon, and practices the body in the morning and the spirit in the afternoon.He was looking through the history of the Fourth Era in the witch's library, and when he saw the article about the establishment of diplomatic relations between the tree man and the sea people, a witch broke in and called him, "Is it Lord Razor?"

Something must have happened to Netway!Razor stood up suddenly, "What's wrong?" The book fell to the ground with a plop.

"That, your friend, she..."

Before the man could finish speaking, Razor rushed out of the room in one stride.

He was the second to reach Netway's room, and the Herb Witch had come before him.Netway was still unconscious on the bed, but she was flushed and gasping for breath.Razor touched her forehead with his hand, and the temperature was terribly hot.

Crap, he thought.

Then other witches came one after another, and people started arguing at the door.Some said to use snow water to cool down, some said to apply medicine, and some wanted to smoke incense... The razor was dizzy from the noise of these people, and just when he was about to explode, Esriel came through the door Special voice: "Get out of the way! Let me see!"

Everyone made way, and the orc helped the countess to the hospital bed.Esritre sat down in front of the hospital bed and palpated Knightway. "How long?" she said.

"That's what happened just now." A witch apprentice said.

"Hmm..." She rubbed her forehead, "Go and prepare a few things for me, and then call the tree elves for me." As she spoke, she quickly wrote down the prescription and asked the witches to prepare the medicinal materials.The apprentices rushed away, and soon got back the medicine and people.

The tree elves are so tall that they have to bend over to enter the house.Isrit drove away the crowd, and let the two elves crouch on the floor temporarily.

Isrit spoke to the two of them in elven language. Razor couldn't understand what she was saying, but it could be seen that Isrit was very excited, while the elf was not in a hurry.A few minutes later, Essrit began to prepare the medicinal materials and cast spells on the medicinal herbs.She also took a little tree elf's blood as a medicine.Razor knew that the blood of the elves had magic powers, and he hoped that this thing would heal Netwig.

Isrit asked the men to go out, saying that she was going to smear Natwig with liquid medicine all over her body.Razor was also waiting outside.People waited in the hallway, which was noisy for a while, some arguing about what happened to Netaway's illness, and others talking about things that had nothing to do with laughing.Only Razor remained silent.

He leaned against the door, the room was very quiet and he couldn't hear anything.Waiting is a torment, and Razor can't help but have all kinds of bad thoughts in his mind.

She said she was going to die in my arms, Razor thought, but I shouldn't have let that happen.Because of my stupidity and arrogance, I have lost little Violet, and I cannot lose her again.

After waiting for a while, Isrit came out from inside. "Let her continue to rest, I..." She glanced at the razor, "I'll come back at night."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"No, I..." Isrit sighed, "Razor, go and spend more time with her. I'm sorry."

To accompany her?Hearing this, Razor suddenly felt his eyes heat up.But grief turned to anger immediately, and he roared, "No! I'm taking her away!"

This time, Estherite didn't answer right away, she pondered for a while, "Alright. Go and try." After saying this, Estherite lowered her head, as if she had been hollowed out exhausted.

The countess dispersed the crowd, and the corridor returned to calm.Razor glanced at Natway through the crack of the door—Nateway was panting in pain, and there was a pungent smell of medicine and sweet and sour in the room.He couldn't bear to look any further, and turned his head to leave.

Razor has decided to make a last-ditch effort.He found the witch, and asked her about the exact location of the blister flower, the way the herbs were mixed, and so on.When he went, the witch was handling a pile of moth chrysalis, which she punctured and squeezed out for storage.Razor asked her about the water bubble flower, and she replied: "The water bubble flower is on the Black Clothes Mountain. From Hummingbird City to the Black Clothes Mountain, it takes two days to ride a horse, three days to walk, and you can see it in the second dusk."

Razor thanked her, and then he found Isrit, and he said to Isrit, "I need two more strong servants!"

Estherite found two reliable servants for him, and then Estherite said to him: "Razor, some things can't be forced. Don't forget, your own wounds are not healed either."

"If you don't tell me, I really will forget." Razor smiled wryly.The medicated bath of the tree spirit made his body recover quickly, but there were still terrible looking wounds on his back, left rib and right leg.

Estherite said: "If your old injury relapses in the wild, let alone save Netwig, even you will not survive."

"I'll take care," Razor replied.

So he set out from Hummingbird City.On the day he set off, the wind and snow were howling, and the snowflakes circled like white smoke in the wind.He was wearing very thick clothes, and Netway made him wrap them tightly in cotton clothes.The servants became timid when they saw the heavy snow, and begged not to leave.But the razor's knife was pointed at their necks, and they had to go.

At first, the four traveled in a carriage.The snow on the main road was not too deep, and the horses and chariots could still walk for a while.But after half a day, the car stopped moving at all.This horse is also a horse from the south. It couldn't stand the severe cold, and soon lost its strength; the wheels were stuck in the white snow, and every step was extremely difficult.

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Razor doesn't believe in fate, five

There is still half a day away from the next village, Razor thought about it, and decided to abandon the car and get down.

He and one servant carried Netvey on a stretcher, while another servant carried the luggage.Before he had been gone for an hour, the servant made six entreaties to him.One of the two complained of being cold, and the other complained of being tired. The razor couldn't take it anymore, so he used the blade to shut them up.

After another few hours, they finally saw the first village where they could rest.The village is below the hillside, and you can still see cooking smoke from a distance.We'll be there in ten minutes, Razor thought.

However, they walked this short distance for a long time, as if they walked, the village followed.The white snow under the feet, the cold wind around, and the pungent cold air in the nostrils.Razor realized he had underestimated the power of the blizzard.

The servants walked more and more slowly. It looked like they might fall into the snowdrift tomorrow... No, they might defect tonight.

I should bring a few more people, Razor thought, why only two?I should ask Isriette for a hundred people!

But now it was too late for him to repent, he could only try to hire someone in the village.

Razor and others walked into the village, and saw that the snow had almost flooded the village. The roofs of every wooden house were covered with snow, and one house had been crushed by the snow; there were almost no footprints on the ground, and the snow rolled over the village like Just rolled across the wilderness.

This is not a good sign, he thought.

He walked towards the place where the smoke rose.

It was the largest house in the village, and it might have been a chapel or something.There are still some footprints around the house, and the door and windows are wrapped in cloth, which should be someone's.He came to the door and vaguely heard someone talking inside.There were also the sound of hurriedly running footsteps and the sound of metal clashing.

Looks like they don't welcome me, Razor thought.

Razor knocked on the door, but there was no answer.Then he called out: "Hello, friend. I, a passer-by, need some water and food, and I need to hire some men—how do you? Open the door, please."

Still no one answered, so Razor said, "If you keep silent I'm going to knock on the door. It's a cold day, and it's no good to anybody if the door breaks down."

After he said this, he waited for three seconds, and when he was about to hit the door, the door opened by itself.Razor saw that the door was opened by a young girl, sallow and thin, very short, with frightened eyes.Just as Razor was about to ask her, she saw her lips twitch, which seemed to say: "Run!"

Then two men with knives came out, one left and one right.The strong man on the left yells, "Go to hell!" and slashes at Razor with his weapon; the man on the right stabs Razor in the stomach with a knife.

The woman screams.Razor was very indifferent - too slow.The movements of ordinary people are as slow as snails in his eyes.