Three Philosophical Questions for Travelers

Now the six eyes are facing each other in the room.

Razor took a look at the wound on his mouth and said, "Didn't you say that there is a doctor who can treat you?"

"Yeah, it's cured. Isn't this a seam? I'm just talking a little leaky now." He said.

Netway stared at the old man's butt, which had a red mark of a high-heeled shoe, and said, "Is that a doctor just now? He treated your dick?"

The old ranger reprimanded like an elder: "Little girl, don't speak so rough! Look, your man's face is green."

"I haven't," said Razor.However, Netwig seemed to take it seriously, she nodded and said no more.

Then the old Mike chattered, "You shouldn't comment on other people's hobbies, it's very rude. You know, the tougher the guy, the more he likes this kind of exciting gameplay. Ordinary ones can't stimulate me. ..."

"Shut up!" said Razor.

"Oh." The old man nodded, "Then what, please, can you untie the rope for me?"

The razor cut the rope twice in the past, and the old Mike sat up as soon as he grunted, and hurriedly put on his pants.

"So," he resumed his usual seriousness as he tied his trouser belt, "what are you two doing here?"

Netway looked sideways and sneered, while Razor said, "Of course I want information."

"I only have information about the prostitutes here."

"Then don't want it." It was Netway who said this.

The smell in the room was so bad that the razor opened the window. "Don't you have anything useful?" he said to old Mike, when he saw the red marks of many whips and dried wax on the old man's back.

Old Mike put on a shirt and said, "What can there be? I just left the wine city for a few days. What can there be? The local intelligence system is under the control of Delaire Hanslock, my people Temporarily unable to infiltrate. The old wolfhound has also arranged spies in the city, and these shit-eating guys are disguised as hooligans—or hooligans disguised as spies—they roam the streets, watching everyone Personally, listen to every word. There is no Ranger Guild here, this...what can I do!"

"So you get a whore and..." Netway covered her mouth, "Forget it, I'll stop swearing."

Old Mike glared at her and said, "You can try it when you get home, I believe it can help you..."

"Shut up," said Razor.

The three were silent for a while.Netway tugged at Razor's hem and said, "Let's go? There's nothing left here."

Razor was a little reconciled, so he asked the ranger, "Don't you have anything else to tell me?"

"Hmm..." Ranger pondered for a while, "Some news that has nothing to do with Ye Shen, do you want to hear it?"

"Anything is fine." It's better than nothing.

The old man licked the wound on his face with his tongue, then grinned in pain, "The medicine is gone, damn it." He said inarticulately, "Let me write for you."

"Anything will do," said Razor.

So the ranger replaced the language with the pen.

"The King of Beggars is at war with the River Bend," he wrote. "He has taken down Red Harbor and Migratory Bird City with such force. Now he continues to advance eastward, and his next target is said to be Splash City."

This news surprised Razor. In his memory, there were not many people available for Haven.

"Ambside already captured Red Harbor?" Razor didn't want to expose his close relationship with Haven in front of outsiders, "Is he going to war with the entire River Bend?"

"Who knows, but people say that the Beggar King has great ambitions, as big as a little trident. He is clearly an earl, but he wants to be a king."

You will understand in the future.Razor continued to ask: "Did Fengleibao make a move?"

"Already made a move, and there is also Wine City." Ranger wrote very fast, not even slower than speaking, "Monk Putin served as the commander of the vanguard, and the descendants of Sea God also participated in it. Wine City and Fenglei Castle seem to have reached some kind of alliance. "

"Wine City and the descendants of the Sea God have defected from the Gulf. They are the enemies of the Little Trident. And Fengleibao has long been loyal to the Little Trident. From this point of view, the positions of Fengleibao and Wine City should be opposite. The Little Trident Will you let those traitors enter your territory?"

"I don't know about it. There has been no news from the north these days. After Lan Qu's death, Ba Gu Kahn has not issued any government orders. Probably Eagle Head City and Jinsha Castle are licking their wounds."

The Overlord will wake up sooner or later, thought Razor, and then things will only get worse.Dara Kasha said that Bakugan was also a factor in the destruction of the world, and that he may be related to the Disciplinarians. If so, then I...

No, this is not what I should think about. Razor shook his head. After the soul is separated, I will be Fasnat, and the rest will be left to Razor to solve.

"Any other news?"

"The orcs in the swamp are still fighting, and there seem to be dragons in the archipelago... You should know this, right?"

"understood."

"That's gone."

"Thank you." Razor saluted, and then led Netway out, "I will pay you the door," he said.

"Well, don't come here for now, I have nothing for you."

"it is good."

The moment the two walked out of the door, there was a rush of footsteps on the stairs in the corridor.Then a man covered in blood ran up.Razor and Netway backed away, and the man rushed into old Mike's room, saying, "Boss! Boss! Sparrow Eyes!" He spoke in a low voice, but still couldn't escape Razor's ears.

Sparrow eyes?Razor froze for a moment, then realized that it was some kind of code word.

Old Mike called Razor in again, and asked the man, "What color is it?"

"black."

"It's all right, you can leave your things and go to room [-] downstairs, someone will take care of the aftermath."

"Yes, boss."

The man left quickly again, and Razor asked Old Mike, "Is this your man?"

"I paid for the courier of the information dealer. But this guy is very unprofessional."

Razor nodded and said, "I can see that."

Old Mike then opened the leather bag given to him by the intelligence broker, and he took out a piece of paper from it.The ranger narrowed his eyes and asked suspiciously, "What is this?"

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Razor asked him, "What's the matter? Is there something strange?"

"It's not that there's anything strange, but..." Old Mike's face began to hurt as soon as he spoke, "Let me write."

They continue to use pens to communicate.

"There is a map and a report in this document. The report is written in code, let me decipher it first..." He began to write and draw.The razor doesn't bother him, it's like sitting on a chair.But there was only one chair in the room, so he wanted to give the seat to Natway.

Netway didn't accept his kindness, "You, sit down." She pressed the razor on the chair, "Then I will sit here." Then she sat in Razor's arms involuntarily.

Little Nightaway's body is petite and lovely, and she can be hugged with one hand.Even if there was only half of Razor's left hand left, it was enough to wrap around her waist.

Within a few minutes, Old Mike knocked on the table, indicating that he had completed the interpretation.Razor and Netway stared at his pen, and then he wrote: "The merchant said that these things were bought from a caravan. A caravan found several dead messengers on the road. I found this map on my body, but that person didn’t know what it was useful for, so he sold it to an intelligence dealer at a low price. The information dealer thought it was interesting, so he passed it on to me.”

Razor couldn't help asking: "Then why is he covered in blood?"

"It looks miserable, and it highlights the value of intelligence, which can often ask for more money. It's a rule."

Razor chuckled.

Old Mike continued: "Those dead couriers were dressed in the costumes of the night gods, and they seemed to have unusual identities. They should have gone from Wine City to Wolf City, but some kind of accident happened on the way, and all four of them died in the city. on the way."

"The thing on the dead man is this map. This may be what they want to send from Wine City to Wolf City."

Old Mike unfolded the map and wrote: "This is a world map, and five places are marked with red dots. Look."

Razor stared at the map. There were indeed five red markers on it.Corresponding to: Jinsha Castle in the northeast, Sword and Shield Castle in the northwest, Fenglei Castle in the southeast, wilderness in the southwest, and swamp in the south.

He also wondered: Is this some kind of strategic map of Wine City?It doesn't look like it. There are three castles marked in front, but two wastelands are marked behind.The wilderness in the southwest and the swamp in the south, these places have no strategic significance, what are they marked for?

Moreover, Sword and Shield Castle is thousands of miles away from here, and it is definitely not something that the people of Jiucheng can get their hands on; let alone Jinsha Castle, which is the headquarters of Overlord; as for Fenglei Castle... Isn't that their ally?

What do the five red dots represent?Razor was puzzled.

Old Mike wrote: "I don't know what this thing means, maybe it's 'bad information', I'll show him to Dara Kasha later, maybe the old man can know something."

"That's your trouble," said Razor.

"It's out of stock, let's go." Old Mike said this time.

Razor and Netway saluted again and left the room.

The official duties of the two have been finished, and the next step is free time.It was still daylight, and Razor led Netway around the castle.The steward of the castle, Sariva, entertained them with honored guest etiquette, and they could enter almost any place in the castle.But the razor will not invade Delaire's privacy, they only stay in busy places like commercial streets.

In the next few days, I had nothing to do with the razor. I just ate and slept every day, and occasionally practiced with Knightway and moved around.Razor needs to exercise his body at any time to keep in shape, and little Netway's strength is much weaker than before, and he needs more practice.

On the night of the third day, Lilith informed them through a dream: "Come to the temple, the preparations for the operation are complete."

After learning the news, the two rushed to Dara Kasha's temple without stopping.

On the way, Netway asked him, "Nat, where are we going after that?"

"Afterwards..." Razor had no target, "I might go to Lord Ambside."

"Are you still going to war?" said Knightway.

"Maybe, but... that side will be safer than this side. It's better to face mortals than demon gods."

Netway asked him, "Then when will all this end?"

The razor said: "We have discussed this issue several times. As a razor, I still can't give you an answer. Because the razor is too aggressive and bloodthirsty. When I return to my original appearance, I will reconsider this matter." things."

"Okay, I'll wait." She stopped asking.

When the two came to the temple, they saw Lilith standing at the door waiting for them.

"Honey, you're finally back!" the tone of the nightmare princess was like that of a newlywed woman looking forward to the man's return home, "Do you know how long I've been waiting for you?"

"We met in a dream last night."

"That's not the same!" She cocked her tail, came lightly to the right of the razor, and then held his prosthetic limb, "Can we have such a kiss in our dreams?"

Knightway sneered and said, "We are closer than this every day."

"Really?" Lilith raised her eyebrows, "Forget it, I won't argue with you, anyway, from now on, we will be one by one." Lilith's expression wavered when she said this.

The two girls carried him into the temple, one on the left and the other on the right.

Dara Kasha has the operating room ready.

Razor thought that there would be an altar in the soul surgery operating room, some magic tools, such as runes, holy oil, spices and various soul media... However, it is no different from an ordinary operating room.And it's much cleaner than the general surgeon's room.

Dara Kasha has the knowledge of ancient times, and the medical technology in the era of demon refining is very advanced.Though Razor had forgotten all of this, the learned priest remembered it all.

The operating room is a house built of blue bricks, and the walls are all painted white; all kinds of surgical tools are placed in spotless glass cabinets; in the corner stands a huge glass cabinet, which is filled with dark green liquid. A replica of a razor is soaked in the fluid.It is not difficult to copy the body, even a stupid tree elf can do it, let alone a demon.

Dara Kasha wore a white robe, his hair had been cut short and covered with a hat for the operation, and his white beard was shaved off.In this way, he seems to be 30 years younger.

Razor asked him, "What are you going to do?"

"This is a craniotomy, you have to be mentally prepared. Don't be nervous, stay relaxed," Dara Kasha replied while putting on gloves.

Before Razor could speak, Netway asked first, "What are you talking about? Craniotomy? Is it the kind that cuts the head? That's for dogs! I've only done this kind of surgery on ferocious monsters." .And the survival rate is only [-]%! Are you sure? My lord!"

Dara Kasha patiently replied: "Nateway, this kind of thing was very common in ancient times. I always did it before, and the success rate is almost [-]%."

"Then how long has it been since you did it?"

Dara Kasha thought for a while and said, "It's only about ten thousand years."

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"Nat, let's go home?" Knightway almost cried, "I have a bad feeling!"

Razor said: "Isn't it good to regret it at this time? Besides..." He looked at the small glass bottle in Dara Kasha's hand, "My lord, could this be the spirit of the Earth Mother..."

"Yes, her bone powder. That goddess is really amazing." Dara Kasha placed the bottle on the shelf, "So, what about you? Razor, make up your mind, do it or not?"

If this continues, there will never be any results, he thought to himself, I will do this sooner or later.

Razor said, "Tell me about your surgery."

Dara Kasha said: "Okay, let me tell you briefly. There is an organ in the brain that stores the soul. I want to analyze the information of this organ and then copy it to another body. This involves magic cryptography knowledge. Of course, more than that is needed.”

Razor said: "I thought this would be a ceremony similar to asking the gods to summon the soul, but I didn't expect... it was so realistic."

"To be honest, I don't believe in magic. Although I am also good at it, the more I delve into magic, the more I feel that this kind of metaphysics has an end. But science has no limit, yes, I am Rational alchemists. Do you remember? I was the initiator of that revolution in scientific thought."

Razor shook his head, he had long since forgotten.And he doesn't plan to think about it in the future.