Ride and Cut

"Damn, buddy." The lord fork a fried sausage into his mouth and chewed hard, the oily meat surging between his lips and teeth, "What's the matter with this slack?"

He didn't believe that Prince Schmidt came here to deliberately disgust him.

It's not that Richard is so naive, trusting outsiders who don't know much about him.

In fact, he knew in his heart that betrayal and conspiracy constitute at least half of the contents of the noble world. Anyone who dares to use the tacit understanding of the past as a guarantee for the future, this kind of fool will definitely not survive three pages in a history book.

Nowadays, the world is ironic-people who call themselves noble, there are very few truly noble people, but most of the bad water in their stomachs is more abundant than ordinary people.

However, no matter how a person's position changes, his behavior style is often deeply ingrained, and it is difficult to change drastically.

Based on the impression he left in the Holy City of Vatican, Richard did not believe that he would use such an infamous method.

Besides, there is no need at all-as a local power faction miraculously rising in the wilderness, Gaoshan Fort has almost nothing to do with any giants, and it is as clean as a piece of white paper.

As long as this new player on the Vanity Fair does not completely choose sides, he is definitely sitting on the sidelines and reaping the bonuses, and it is impossible for them to be deliberately suppressed.

So Lord Lord knows in his heart that that idiot should be just a personal act that stuns his mind.

Then again, once Elizabeth's beauty is exposed to the eyes of the world, it is strange not to attract bees and butterflies.

"Are you really impulsive, and you're not afraid to offend others?" Prince Schmidt was not in a hurry to cut the veal steak on the plate.

Butter candles with thick arms burned, and the whole banquet hall was so quiet for a while that only the light noise of knives and forks hitting the porcelain could be heard.

Richard poked his lips, "With the current strength of Gaoshan Fort, do you need to worry about the consequences of cleaning up a cricket who can't get on the stage?"

"It's so arrogant. It's really hard to hear this kind of words from other people's mouths." Schmidt took up his napkin and touched the corners of his lips. "You know--the upper level of Pompeii has changed too frequently and too drastically in the past two years. Now, everyone is a little bit unable to adapt."

"The struggle for power is always thrilling!" His lips glowed under the candlelight. "Abandoning the goddess of ice and snow to meet the holy light means a complete victory for the conservatives. The winner needs loot, and the loser also needs it. Licking the wound, so we have to liquidate, expel some people, and then support and support some people."

"Understandable." Although the lord has never experienced the taste of political turmoil, he has observed herding.

The herd of Alpine Fort is quite large, with as many as tens of thousands. In order to ensure that there are no problems in daily operations, we maintain a team of more than 100 people throughout the year.

Grouping is one of the most fundamental instincts of intelligent life, and the cowherd is no exception.

Not only are they divided into factions, big and small, but they also fight each other to the death and the sword.

It is inevitable to encounter some problems when grazing, such as animals eating weeds that shouldn't be eaten, or cubs being picked up by wolves. It is not uncommon to lose some of them even occasionally when encountering violent storms.

Once a loss occurs, it is basically up to the animal husbandry supervisor to decide whether to characterize an adult as a mistake or an objective cause.

As a result, in order to enhance his position and goodwill in the eyes of the head of animal husbandry, each cowherd desperately concealed the mistakes of his faction, and at the same time desperately exposed the problems of the opposing faction.

Inside, there are all kinds of gangs, wanting to catch and indulge, and use both conspiracy and betrayal, literary punishment and armed combat. It's more than enough to put it into a play for a month, and it must be very exciting.

It's just such a trivial matter. If it weren't for a time to the point where life would be caused by a fight, Richard, the shopkeeper who has always been indifferent, wouldn't necessarily know.

At first, he thought it was these people who had a problem, so he went straight to a clearing up. As a result, three or four waves of people watched the flowers in a row, and gave him a change of soup without changing the medicine, and the problems that should be encountered were not rare.

It is simply a matter of the world. The lord of the mountain fort who captured the dragon and the Titan, who was invincible, was stupefied--he couldn't have sent everyone to the guillotine collectively because of this.

In the end, Buckland came up with a set of methods for dividing the pastoral area and only yield assessment, and finally let the cowboys die, and began to take care of the animals earnestly and diligently.

This matter taught the Lord a solid lesson.

It turns out that sometimes even if you are strong enough to destroy the world, you may not be able to understand the complex hearts of people!

To make a digression-the Ripper also started wargaming on this subject in an attempt to improve the strategic quality of the officer corps.

The result is very regrettable. In a fight, a warrior who can top ten is a joke, and in front of the cowboys is a group of uncivilized chickens. It can't be described as being defeated. You don't know how to die!

"The defeat of the war, the victory of the mediation, the outbreak of the evil of the dead, and the assassination of His Majesty Sargerei will all cause a new round of struggle. Some foreign forces have also taken the opportunity to intervene." The orange candle lighted on, and Prince Schmidt smiled extremely bitterly, "the old saying goes. It's true that power never sleeps, but it's really rare to have such troubles."

"The situation in the court is not so good right now?" Richard took out the wine bottle from the ice bucket and flicked off the stopper with his finger, filling him and the other party separately.

"No, the turbulent situation has spawned too many speculators." Prince Schmidt took the crystal glass and stared at the amber-like magnificent wine inside. "At present, it is almost impossible to tell who is that. An idiot who has swollen to the point where the sky is thick."

"Well, it seems that at least one will be identified today." Lord Lord raised his head and laughed, and continued to ask: "How is Baker doing recently?"

"Baker's kid works very hard~www.readwn.com~ often stays up until early in the morning, but he has only just begun to get in touch with government affairs after all." Schmidt shook his glass gently, "but such a complicated situation, even if it makes San Jose His Majesty Neo, who is famous for his wisdom, may not be so easy to deal with."

He drank all the wine in one gulp.

"So I urgently need to know whether that part of the information about the Titans is accurate!"

This burly former cavalry officer stared straight at the lord, his eyes were as paranoid as a gambler who had lost his laurels, and he gasped hard, "Don't fool me with any ambiguous words."

Richard looked inexplicable: "What do you want me to say? Those are all fakes? They were all made up by me when I was too idle?"

"It's better to be fake, ha, then all is well, Pompeii can win a period of reorganization. But if it is true..." Schmidt collapsed back on the chair, covering his face with his generous palm. "The gods are on! This muddy water will become muddier! It will be more difficult to clean up!"

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