Three Philosophical Questions for Travelers

After he finished breakfast they went to say good-bye to Kentine.After Kentien got rid of the control of the fraudster, his injuries immediately recovered.This is the power of Phoenix.Afterwards, Kentien parted ways with Razor, and went north alone to find another member of the SS.

Razor left the inn with Netway, and the two bought horses and went to Hansrock Castle.

Hanslock Castle, this place used to be called Black Rat City or Plague City.It was Delaire Hansrock who bought it, and the place was renamed "Hansrock".At this time, Delaire's merchant ship should still be running business in the Reach, and his servants are managing the castle.Netway learned about it and asked Razor, and said: "Dreyer is a businessman. He has no title, and he is not a knight. What qualifications does he have to live in a castle?"

"Have money," said Razor.

"Oh." Netway nodded and didn't ask again.

At noon, the two came to the gate of the castle under the scorching sun.Hansrock Castle has obviously been renovated. The city wall here is as tall as Bear Mountain City. There are two huge hanging flags hanging on the city wall. One flag has the logo of Hansrock Chamber of Commerce painted on it, and the totem of Night God on the other; There are people patrolling the four watchtowers, and there is an endless stream of pedestrians on the Chengmen Avenue, which is very lively.

And the huge city gate was laid on the ground, with a carriage on it, and someone was digging a moat below.Hundreds of shirtless slaves are wielding shovels, people are sweating profusely, and mud is splashing under the shovels.The supervisor cursed and swung his whip, and there was a scream from time to time.

Watching this scene, Netway couldn't help but said, "Nat, boss Hansrock is too rich, right?"

Razor was speechless, and he thought in his heart: What are you doing digging the moat?

Who is this guy going to fight with?

return to self, six

return to self, six

Dreyer is definitely an ambitious person, Razor thought in his heart, even if he has no ambition, he will emerge with ambition after following Lord Haven.Haven Ambleside, Delaire Hansrock, and Mrs. Isrit, the relationship between these three people is complementary, mutually beneficial, and reciprocal.A solid triangle is strategically formed.

The territories of these three people formed a line, starting from Harpoon City on the east side of the Great Swamp Lake, passing through Hanslock Castle in Dreyer, Rotten Meat Beach, and then connected to Shrimp Bay by water, and arrived at Lord Haven. Pinewood Castle and Mustang Land.

The swamp is the rear of production resources, the Rotten Flesh Beach is the transfer point, and Pinewood Castle is the front line.

And vice versa.Commodities produced in Pinewood Castle and Mustang Land are also continuously transported to the swamp to help Isrit fight against the orcs in the West Lake District.With the help of Delaire, the two parties exchanged information and became stronger together.

However, the adults once told me that Delaire is an unstable factor in this chain.Lord Haven and Mrs. Haven trust each other, but all the goods that pass through Dreyer's hands will be scratched.In the end, the middleman was fattened up.

Dreyer is a simple businessman, all he wants is to make money and make war fortune.But now he has built a moat, which means...

Dreyer is likely to be dragged into the water.

I don't know if this is Madam's handwriting, or Master Haiwen's plan.But in any case, this is a good thing, completely pull this profiteer on board, if you want to live together, if you want to die together, you will die together.

Razor rode his horse inside, but two guards stopped him and said, "Get off the horse!"

Razor didn't come down, and said: "I see that others have ridden in, why should I dismount?"

The guard was a rude bearded man. "Only those with status can ride in. Ordinary people have to be investigated before passing through the customs." He has a mouthful of yellow teeth, and the razor saw yellow vegetable leaves stuffed between his upper teeth.

Razor has work to do, and he doesn't want trouble.The two got off the horse and asked, "How are you going to investigate me?"

Another guard asked, "What's your name? What do you do? Where are you from? What are you doing here?" The man's voice sounded raspy with a sharp Valley accent.

Razor replied in turn: "My name is Razor, and the person behind me is Natway; we are mercenaries or hunters; we came from the wine city; we came to stay overnight and condolences to a friend."

The two guards looked him up and down, and the bearded man said, "Do you have any referrals?"

"Do you still need a referrer to enter the city?"

"Answer if I have!" bellowed the guard.

Razor and Netway looked at each other, both of them were murderous. "No." He restrained his emotions.

"Search then! Hands up!"

"Search?" Razor glared at him. "You can search me, but please don't search her. There is nothing hidden in a girl."

Knightway wore suspenders on her upper body, tight breeches on her lower body, and sandals under her feet.There really isn't much to hide.

"Then it doesn't count if you say it." The man said.

"Get a woman." Razor didn't want the man to touch Netway's body.

The bearded man grinned and said, "Do you think she is a princess?" After that, the two of them went up to search Netway's body together, but Razor raised his hands, and no one paid attention to him. "Do it yourself," Razor told her.

Then Razor heard Netway say: "Search for girls as soon as you come up?" He turned around and saw that Netway had already grabbed one of the hands.

The man said viciously: "I want to see if there is something hidden between your legs! Girl!"

Razor and Natway looked at each other helplessly, and then Natway said to him, "Can we be alone? Today is an unfortunate day, I feel a little uncomfortable, and I don't really want to do anything."

"Then I'll keep both of them." Razor lazily changed into two blades, "To be honest, I really don't want to do anything on Dreyer's territory."

The guards were terrified, and the two men drew out their knives and said, "What are you going to do?"

Razor raised his weapon, "I want to..."

"Stop!" came a voice from beneath his feet.

As soon as Razor lowered his head, he saw someone in the moat yelling: "Stop, please stop! Please stop!" A fat man climbed out of the mud pit on all hands and feet - the ladder was only ten steps away from him, but he chose to go directly climb.

The fat man was dressed in an expensive silk gown and held a whip in his hand. He looked like a gentleman.Just now he was inspecting the work progress of the slaves in the moat.At this moment, he climbed up in a state of embarrassment, raised his whip, and severely beat the two guards just now, saying, "You two pigs! You are looking for death!"

The two guards were beaten but did not dare to fight back. One of them asked, "My lord, why did you hit me?"

"Idiot, I'm here to save you!" As he said that, the fat man pressed the heads of the two, "Kneel down, kneel down, kneel down! Kneel down and kowtow, apologizing!"

The two seemed to realize that they had caused trouble, and quickly knelt down to apologize to Razor and Netway.

Razor shook his head and said, "It's nothing, get up." Razor put away his weapon.

Then the fat man came up with a flattering face and said, "Master Razor, why are you here?"

"who are you?"

The man bowed and said: "My name is Sariva, a good brother of Delaire! I have seen your heroic appearance!"

Oh, he was there when I was Dreyer's goon.Razor recalled the past. A year ago, he and the faceless ranger went to the Rotten Flesh to find Natway, and met Delaire on the way. At that time, Delaire was a small casino owner.Under the lobbying of Dreyer, Razor served as his thug twice, and wiped out the two gangs entrenched in the Rotten Flesh.

Then Sariva came to Netwig again, and said, "Oh, you are...you are the queen of the Rotten Flesh! How...how...do you lose weight?"

"Well, I lost about fifty catties." The little Knightway, whose height was less than his chin, said to him expressionlessly.

Razor said: "A lot of things happened during this period, I don't have time to explain to you one by one. I need a place to live now, and I will trouble you to take care of my mount."

"It's easy to say, easy to say! That..." He turned around as he spoke, and saw a female knight in leather armor walking through the gate.He said to the woman: "Magnolia, you came just in time! Take these two adults into the castle to rest. It's not convenient for me to leave here. Once I leave, these guys will have to be lazy again."

Razor looked at the woman. He seemed to have met this person once, but he had no impression.He asked casually, "You don't seem to be from here?"

The woman replied: "Ah, I was just transferred here."

"No, that's not what I mean. I mean you look like a northerner."

"Really?" Her expression was a little stiff.

back to self, seven

back to self, seven

Indeed, the woman was blond and blue-eyed, tall, with hard-lined features, not like a gloomy Valley native.

"I am indeed... I am from the north, but I just drifted here... Now I am a sheriff." She said hesitantly.

"Oh, that's it, I wish you good luck." Since the other party didn't want to say more, Razor didn't ask too much.

Then the female knight took them to the guest room at the back of the castle.

Dreyer expanded the castle, freeing up a large area for commercial and civilian use.The front part is used to build a commercial area, and a theater is built on the outer square.There are fine restaurants and dance halls behind the castle, and the second half is the comfortable residential area of ​​nobles, and there are beautiful wine estates and man-made lakes behind.

Razor's shelter is nice.He lived on the third floor of the castle, commanding a commanding position and being able to see the surrounding scenery.Vineyards, theatres, brothels, the Colosseum... and canals being dug.Dreyer is really building a lot, it seems that he is not satisfied with this castle, he wants to turn this place into a city.

Razor has also read some books about geography and economics.Looking at the terrain here, he thought to himself: Could this canal be connected to Rotten Meat Beach?Divert water from the rotten meat beach, and connect this place with the waterway in the bay?And it seems that the canal and the moat will be connected together, then an artificial port will be formed here.Ships run around here, and freight will be very convenient.

The terrain of Hansrock Castle is very delicate. It is right between Wine City and Wolf City. It used to be a ruin, and the land trade between Wine City and Wolf City would bypass it.Now that this place is gradually gaining popularity, it will suck away the wealth of this land...

Oh, no wonder he wants to repair the moat, maybe this has nothing to do with Lord Haven, it is Dreyer himself who feels the crisis in the future.Once Hansrock Castle cuts off the riches of the Vale, the followers of the Night God will surely want to drink his blood and eat his flesh.At that time, Dreyer will either be a servant of the night god, or be torn to pieces by crazy vampires.

This can also explain Delaire's assistance to Haven from one aspect.He came here to earn money from Haven, and to get military support from the Amblesides.To the southeast of Hansrock Castle is the wine city, to the northeast of the wine city is Shrimp Bay, and to the south is close to the swamp.If the wine city sends troops to attack Dreyer's castle, then they must deal with the revolutionaries to the north and the orcs to the south.

Razor nodded, and couldn't help admiring Dreyer's vision.

The housekeeper's calculations are still sound, no wonder this guy can... oh, his exile period is not over yet, damn it, what is this called exile?

"What are you looking at?" Netway put her arms around his waist from behind.

"It's nothing, just looking at the scenery." Razor patted her lightly with his prosthetic limb.

Knightway went around in front of him, then sat on the window sill and said, "Is the view as good as mine?"

Of course you look good - Razor couldn't say that, so he chose to remain silent.

Netway smiled and said nothing, she turned around on the window sill again, and put her feet out of the window. "It's so nice here," she dangled her two calves. "The sun is so bright, but the wind here is very cool."

For a little girl, this action is dangerous.Razor subconsciously wraps half of his arms around her slender waist.

"What are you doing?" There was a faint smile in her tone.

"I'm afraid you'll fall," said Razor.

"I can't die if I fall, I can fly, what are you afraid of?"

So Razor had nothing to say.

"Nat, you are a fast learner of everything, why are you so slow to learn this kind of thing?" She held Razor's left arm, gently caressing his upper arm, "A girl's mind is so difficult Do you understand?"

"It's hard to understand." Razor answered truthfully.

"Really?" She smiled, "Well, I like that about you, too."

"We've wasted too much time, come down, Netway," he said, "and go to the man."

She said coquettishly: "We just talked for a while!"

"In the future..." Razor swallowed and hesitated, "There is still time in the future."

The girl was stunned for a moment, then she seemed to understand something, she nodded with a smile, and said, "Yes! Let's go then."

They did come here on official business, and they were looking for Old Mike.

That night they encountered the Deceiver, and the old ranger shot himself in the head, insane by the Deceiver's spell.But fortunately, the old ranger was mature, he avoided the vital parts, and only shot through his chin and right cheek.However, the injury was not serious. After a little bandaging, he said that he was going to Hanslock Castle. There was a doctor there who was his acquaintance and could give him excellent treatment.

Old Mike took a step ahead, and Razor and Netway followed up the next day.Old Mike is Dara Kasha's intelligence officer. If Razor wants to do anything, he has to trouble this ranger.Besides, they can be regarded as life and death comrades in arms, and they always have a little affection. Razor wants to visit his injury.

The two packed their luggage and went downstairs. Netway suggested jumping directly, but Razor didn't want to attract attention, so the two took the stairs.

Old Mike was on the commercial street below the castle, where there were some cheap hotels, and he said he would find the cheapest one to live in.The old man lived in poverty and was even stingy.As long as justice is not lost, then he must take advantage of what he can.In fact, this guy is not poor, and Dala Kasha should have given him a lot of money, but he is just as stingy as a landlord with few acres of land left in his family.

The commercial street in the castle is not long, just three or five shops and two hotels.But it's bustling here.The open-air market is full of people, and merchants from all walks of life are doing business here. Some people are bargaining with camels all over their faces, and some are holding their treasures and can't put it down.Delaire said that his land tax is very low, and he encourages businessmen to come to him to do business.Looking at this scene, what Dreyer said was true.

Razor came to the innermost hotel, and after a little inquiring, he found out about Old Mike's room.When the two of them came to the second floor, they vaguely heard painful groans in Old Mike's room.He also heard old Mike shout: "Oh, are you going to kill me? Are you going to kill me?"

"Not good!" The two looked at each other, and the razor immediately slammed into the door.

The door shattered, and Razor and Netway broke in.I saw Old Mike lying naked on the bed with ropes wrapped around his body; a curly-haired woman was standing on his back. The woman wore heavy makeup, high-heeled shoes and a tight black leather jacket, and held a broad-headed whip in her hand.At this point the woman is stabbing the ranger in the ass with the heel of her high-heeled shoe.

Eight eyes met, speechless.

back to self, [-]

back to self, [-]

Netway spread her hands and said, "Is it the wrong time for us to come?"

Razor glanced at the broken door, not knowing what to say.

The woman with the whip asked old Mike, "Do you want to continue?"

"Enough." The old man whispered.

The woman got off his back, then took a money bag from the bedside, and said, "I'll take the money, thank you for your patronage."

"Don't take it all away!" The old man struggled like a bug on the bed, "It's only been half an hour! You can only take half of the money!"

The woman ignored him and took them all away.

The old man was trapped on the bed, unable to move, he struggled and shouted: "You can't take so much! Unless you come back at night!"

The woman turned her head and blew him a kiss, "See you that night, old baby!" After speaking, she walked away.

After the woman left, there were three people left in the room.