Hey, King!

2021-09-21

Chapter 265 Chapter 265 A little rays of light
"I'm not a master."

Dagon spreads his legs and paces through the pine forest. The slightly corrupted pine needles were piled up on the ground, and when they stepped on it, they smelled greasy and greasy. It was very quiet in the woods, two squirrels and three owls looked at him for a while, maybe they had never seen Jiangu clansman in their life, they were just curious, but not so new that they wanted to study it. So Dagon is undisturbed here and can think hard.

He carefully thought about his own background, and then thought about his position in Jiangu society, and then firmed up his original idea: he is not a natural lord, let alone a natural master. He did not contribute to the status, power and property of the Neil family, and he did not have the qualifications to ask for it. If the Neil family wanted to give it to him, of course he would not refuse hypocritically, but Dagon wanted to earn a better future for the Steelcast family and a better future for Olison with his own hands.

"If I think I'm a lord, that means I'm thinking about Neal's stuff." Dagon shook his head, thinking it was disgraceful and lazy.

"Lazy..." Dagon tugged at his beard, feeling that this was the most unacceptable thing to him. When he came to Chiling City, he came to help, not to relax and eat he he here. At present, the underground passage has not been penetrated, the outer defense line has not been established, and the patrolmen have not fully controlled the surrounding environment. The stockpile for the winter seemed adequate, but there was a lack of preparedness for emergencies; weapons and ammunition were enough to defend the gate, but only enough to defend the gate. What kind of Barbarian Race tribes are around, and whether they can get along well, there are no counts on Toban. There are so many things, how can you be lazy?

You have to act, not only yourself, but also others. Dagon slightly frowned, thinking about what to do with himself. He gradually stopped and leaned against the tree to meditate, like a statue for a moment.

Five moose passed by the far end of the woods, one of them gave Dagon a wary look, then slowly paced away. A younger, more curious and bolder approached. Although it is not very close, about ten meters away, it is already within the range of Dagon. It saw a naked piece of delicious moss, fat, thick and fragrant, how could it not take a bite?
Dagon takes out his slingshot, fills it up in slow motions, then takes aim and fires. After the slingshot was fired, he summon the puppet mount and took out his throwing axe to chase after him. The deer was hit in the hind leg by the iron bullet, and its bones were probably cracked, and it fell down as soon as it ran. It was killed quickly, and lay on Dagon's shoulders.

There are indeed many good things in the woodland, not only wood, but also a lot of wild animals. Now that Dagon knows where the pine cones of the Barbarian Race tribe come from, this forest is as important in terms of resources as the fire rune steel deposits. Dagon simply walked around in it, and without wandering around, he saw three groups of no less than fifty deer of all kinds. He saw a sika deer with a bad habit of eating bark, so there was another spills of war on his shoulders.

A black bear with a white V pattern on its chest tried to snatch Dagon's spills of war, but stopped him halfway. Dagon looked at the deer on his shoulders, and at the ton-heavy bear, thinking he couldn't be greedy. So he summon mounted a puppet, frightened the big bear away with the ferocious figure of the mud bear lizard, and returned across the river again.

The two deer are meant to be eaten, and they must be washed and peeled off to eat them. There is flowing river water around them. If they don't do it here, do they still carry them back to the mountains? Dagon stopped by the river, took out the egg knife that he carried, cut along the deer's belly from head to tail, and made circular cuts at the neck and hooves, ready to start peeling.

There were footsteps behind him, and Dagon turned his head, a Jiangu woman. She had a stout waist, was married, and had only two solitary beard rings on her beard from her husband, indicating that neither she nor her husband had any great achievements. She held a wooden basin and was separated by more than five meters, bowed slightly, and then asked, "Sir, the offal and deer hoofs are not delicious, can you give them to me?"

"This one is all yours. I'm going to put it on the pot, and everyone who works below can eat a piece." Dagon said: "The other one is for Toban and the others. I guess they don't want intestines. Except for the heart and liver, I put all the other parts in the first pot, so don't worry, I have them all."

I thought the woman would express her gratitude, but didn't expect her to wave her hand quickly. "My lord, this is not dare! Everything on the territory belongs to the fief lord, we are not even his subjects, we are just hired to work. Those hoofs and intestines, if you don't need them, fall on the ground as garbage. Pick them up and return them. Well, I don't dare to eat meat! The lord's stuff is not something we can touch."

"The lord's..." Dagon thought for a while, the golden dog caravan cook Rusiga and his The husbands were also driven out for "invading the main property", in fact they were just cultivating unmanaged land when the city of Jiangu was closed, just to support themselves.

Dagon asked, and the woman drew a circle with her finger. "Looking around from Chiling city gate, everything you can see belongs to the Dada Si Family."

"It's all from his family? No..." Dagon didn't ask the second half of the sentence Come. Even if the Northland Barbarian Race has any opinion on this statement, the Jiangu people will definitely turn a deaf ear. Any explanation is useless anyway, this wild land has only one solution to the dispute: martial power.

Not to mention the deer on the opposite bank, the fish in the river, even the pine cones on the trees belong to the lord, and others cannot move. There seems to be a saying, go to the opposite side to pick up dead branches - you can use dead branches to make a fire, but you can't cut them down - if you encounter a bear, then it is not illegal to be eaten by a bear, and it is not acceptable to beat the bear to death. At most, it may be sentenced to "destroy the lord's property" if it is beaten away, or even wounded.

Dagon believes that Toban will not make such a stupid sentence, but if it is, it is completely in line with the laws and customs of the Jiangu people. Dagon looked at the deer in his hand and was in a dilemma for a moment. He went hunting purely out of the hunter's habit, for food rather than entertainment, and even he was not just to satisfy his appetite.

But if you think about it, he broke the law. The two deer are the property of the Dada Si Family, and he cannot hunt them at will, which is tantamount to stealing. He can fully say that he was patrolling the forest with the consent of the lord Toban. The two deer posed a threat to him. In self-defense, he killed the two deer, but if he wants to be completely exonerated, he must first be an "adult" , "Master", in this way have the right to complete self-defense. And a civilian only has the complete right to escape, and if he fights back, he must consider whether it will damage the property.

He doesn't think he's a lord, but he's either a lord or a criminal, which is troublesome. Even if you think about it carefully, even if he is a master and uses the right of self-defense, he can't wash and strip other people's property and deal with it at his own discretion! So no matter what, he has committed a crime and needs to be judged by the lord.

"There must be something wrong with that." Dagon put down his knife and deer and sat down by the river thinking. At this time, the Jiangu woman asked, "Sir, are you tired? Let me handle it. I have worked as a cobbler's helper and a cook's helper, and I can do these jobs."

Dagon nodded, stuck the knife on the deer, and asked her to do it. The woman shook her head, pulled out Dagon's knife, set it aside carefully, and worked with her own tools. It was a small crescent-shaped sickle with an inner edge, mostly used for grain harvesting. The woman was very skilled with the sickle and had no problem handling deerskins.

"I still have tools here, you can use them." Dagon removed the Warhammer from the lower back. "I don't have a band saw, so I can only use this to break the leg bone and then cut it."

"I can take the bone off, but it's better if I can break it." The woman laughed, looking very happy . "Wash the water well, and my family will be able to eat a full meal of meat."

Dagon smiled, then continued to think about the problem he was facing.

He wasn't worried that Toban would deal with him on the grounds of breaking the law, unless he was out of his mind, crazy, or didn't think Dagon was capable of resisting the sentence and fighting his way out. Of course, Dagon won't really kill him. The worst case is that he pays money to "compensate" the two deer, and then parted ways with Toban - this is only a very unlikely situation.

In fact, Toban would happily invite everyone to eat the deer that Dagon had caught, and would praise his hunting skills and caring for everyone. They would drink together, sing together, and enjoy every second of being together. But that joy was based entirely on one foundation: they were lords.

The same thing would be a different story if the same thing happened to a "non-master". Dagon looked at the woman in front of him, and thought of Rusika, the cook who lost her land and her husband, and only felt that he was blind in his eyes and blind in his heart. Isn't this what Reid once said: production relations and social relations? Isn't this the fact that the possession and distribution of the means of production determine the way in which society operates and the relationship between people?

Whether someone is called a master is not the key, the key is what the master represents. Dagon finally realizes that with fine armor on his body and a sharp sword around his waist, this is not the most powerful thing for a gentleman. "It's all mine as far as the eye can see", this is the most powerful, armor and swords are for this. In this system, whether the process of possessing everything is violent in the first place, and whether the process of maintaining everything is violent, can only be used to distinguish benevolence or cruelty, but the most crucial essential question of things is not "how to get it", but "Why is that".

The woman in front of her only wanted to meet some kind masters, and only hoped that the kind masters would make her and her husband full of meat. But the question should not be kindness or not, but this "Master".

Dagon looked at the Warhammer under his feet for smashing bones, and at the scythe in the woman's hand to peel and cut flesh, and his eyes gradually filled with rays of light that he had never seen before.

(end of this chapter)