Three Philosophical Questions for Travelers

"I'm going to use your gambling skills to make a fortune, bro, you're out of hands, but I think... your kung fu is still here, right?" Dreyer nodded his head, "You use your gambling skills Teach me a little, and I'm not in vain for helping you so much."

The man pondered for a while, and said: "If you want me to teach you, it's fine, but if you make a fortune from my technology in the future, you need to pay me dividends every month, is that okay?"

"How much?"

"Thirty gold coins a month."

This number is not much, and it is within the acceptable range of Dreyer, but he still has to bargain symbolically. The purpose of doing this is to dispel the suspicion of the other party.So he said: "Too many, ten is not a lot."

"My gambling skills are not ordinary. You look down on me for ten gold coins."

"That's twelve."

"twenty!"

Dreyer said with a smile: "Fifteen, brother, your gambling skills are great, but I'm stupid than you after all, I'm afraid I can't learn to your level."

The man nodded and said, "Fifteen is fifteen, but after you finish your studies, you will give me fifteen gold coins every month."

"Success!" Dreyer stretched out his left hand to shake his hand, "Dreyer? Hanslock—haven't asked for advice yet?"

"Yesko," the two said, shaking hands vigorously—and thus, Dreyer got a second partner: Yesko with the severed hand.

Afterwards, Yesko took Dreyer to his house.Yesko's house was on the corner of Rotten Flesh, hidden behind a fishmonger, and because the place was always smelly, he had no neighbors.In this way, this place looks very clean, and it can be regarded as a pure land in the busy city.

The house looked unremarkable, just an ordinary wooden house, but after walking in, Dreyer found that this place was really extraordinary.Thick animal skin blankets are hung everywhere in this room, on the floor, on the walls, everywhere, so that the room is airtight.The value of these things aside, it is curious why this guy has so many blankets in the house in the summer?Isn't he hot?Standing in the room, Dreyer felt sweat dripping from his face.

What are these things for?

He didn't know what they were for, all he knew was that Yesko had taken a bag of coins from the house.He put the bag on the table, then took three out of it and gave it to Dreyer, and it sounded that there were a lot of them.

After taking the gold coin, Delaire said to him: "Come on, brother, you should take good care of your injuries at home, and I will reply to you within three days."

"Don't run away!"

"I still want to learn gambling skills from you, how can I run?" Dreyer smiled and waved at him, "That's it, I'll go first, brother, take care of your wounds!"

"Ah."

With that said, Delal left Yesko's room, and now he was about to carry out the next step in his plan to get rich.

Before he and Sariwayo met at the mass grave, Dreyer rushed to that place.

It was dark now, and the atmosphere of the place was very permeating.Not far away, wild dogs were barking, the wind was whistling in the sky, tombstones were standing one by one, and the mounds of the graves were bulging one by one.The shadow of the branch swayed in the moonlight, no matter how you looked at it, it looked like a person.

No one would come to such a ghostly place, so this is also an excellent place to breed conspiracy.

Dreyer wasn't afraid of ghosts—the ghosts were supposed to be afraid of him.

He yelled the signal three times, and immediately saw a person flashing out from behind the tree.Sariva crossed his arms, looked left and right as he walked, and muttered in his mouth: "Brother, what the hell did you choose! Can this treat people?"

Dreyer ignored him, took out a gold coin and said, "Your reward."

The man's eyes lit up when he saw the gold coin, he bit it in his mouth, and shouted: "Real gold coin!" He was no longer afraid now, and asked Delaire excitedly: "Brother, what do you want?" How did you get it?"

"Don't talk nonsense, now give me the hat and the plaster."

"Oh, good." Sariva nodded quickly, and gave the things to Dreyer, "Brother, what are you doing here? Tell me."

"These three gold coins are what I asked for from the elder brother who paid a thousand dollars, and they are my reward."

Sariva nodded half-understood, and asked, "Oh, why did he give you this?"

Delaire said: "Because I told him that I know who framed him. This information is worth three gold coins."

Upon hearing this, Sariwa shrank back in fright. He cursed and said, "You bastard, you betrayed me!"

Dreyer laughed. He twirled the hat in his hand and said, "Who said I'm going to betray you? It's still useful for me to keep you—you don't need to come forward, there are other scapegoats!"

Eat and die Dreyer, seven

Eat and die Dreyer, seven

The next morning Dreyer came to Paralyzed Street with his hat and plaster.

Many elder brothers were paralyzed on the paralyzed street early in the morning.These paralyzed elders have no ability. It is impossible to work part-time. It is impossible to work part-time in this life.

Most of these gamblers have unclean hands, and petty theft is commonplace, so no one wants to hire them; but occasionally there will be some special employers who come to Paralyzed Street to hire people to do things. But short-term part-time jobs can be done, especially those that others are not willing to do-such as digging out a lot of dung, cleaning a pigsty, or consigning some illegal private goods, which are all such "dirty jobs" anyway.

Dreyer came here and took a look, and he fell in love with a paralyzed man who looked honest.He used to sit next to that person and asked, "Brother, didn't you gamble today?"

The man was dressed in linen and had a lifeless face. He looked up at Dreyer and said, "No money."

Delaire smiled and said, "I have a way to make money now—brother, just ask if you are brave enough?"

"Not big!" The man burst into tears as he said that, "I just want to pay off my debts and live in peace, I don't want to gamble anymore!" He cried more and more miserable, and he was out of breath after crying .Dreyer thought to himself: This one can't do it.

So he asked the other paralyzed elders, and after asking again and again, he finally found a brave one.

"I'm brave!" The man had a pointed face and a pair of protruding ears, and there was a look of treachery in his eyes, "I can do any dirty work, as long as you give me money!"

Dreyer asked the man, "What's your name? What did you do before?"

The man said, "Hey, my name is Kaloud, and I've done everything before."

Dreyer pulled him into an empty alley and asked, "Did you do anything? Was it bloody?"

The man pondered for a while, and said, "I don't do the business of killing people."

"Have you ever robbed or stolen anything?" the butler asked him.

"How could you ask that?" The man shrugged, "Let's put it this way, there is no brother in Paralyzed Street who doesn't steal or snatch."

"Okay, I think you are a brave person, I will give you a job." Dreyer said and took out a gold coin, "Tomorrow at twelve o'clock in the evening, I want you to go to the wild species in the south of Rotten Meat Beach Meeting a guy on the street—can it be done?"

"What do you see people for?"

"Don't ask me about it, it's a commercial secret. Anyway, if you see him, just take him to the small square in the north. Once the person arrives, it will be considered that you have completed the task."

"Oh, that's very simple!" Kaloud laughed, "Brother, do you have any other requirements?"

Dreyer said: "Yes. You must wear this hat and put this plaster on. These are the signs for the joint."

"Okay, I see." He took the hat and plaster.

"Also, you have to say something after you meet him. This is the signal for the connection."

"What code?"

Delaire suppressed the smile in his heart, and said with a serious face: "The secret signal is: 'Brother, it's you! You teach me how to cheat!' Come on, repeat it."

The man imitated: "Brother, it's you, can you teach me how to cheat?"

"Yes, yes, learn it again, don't be so stiff, be natural, and put a smile on your face!"

So the man grinned and said in a very aggressive manner: "Brother, it's you! You taught me how to cheat!"

Dreyer slapped his hands, "Yes, great, let's learn it again!"

The man said loudly, "Brother! It's you! You taught me how to cheat!"

"Absolutely!" This man deserved a damned beating, even if he hadn't had that incident, Jesko would have smashed his head when he saw him, "Okay, I'm done explaining everything, you remember, tomorrow night at ten o'clock Two o'clock, you must go to the place. This is a deposit, a gold coin, and if the matter is successful, there will be another gold coin, but if you mess it up for me, you will have to bear the responsibility, do you understand?"

"No problem." The man slapped his chest and shouted again, "I still remember: 'Brother! It's you! Can you teach me how to cheat?"

"Come on, I'll give you the deposit, and that's it!" Dreyer hurried away after giving the gold coin to the man. Originally, the expression on his face was very serious, but as he got farther and farther away from the man, The corners of his mouth stretched out more and more, until finally he couldn't hold back his smile at all.

He walked all the way to Yesko's house, knocked on the door when he got there, and said, "Brother Yesko! I'm here to see you."

Yesko opened the door from the inside and said, "What? Did you find that guy?"

"I found it, he..." When Dreyer said this, Yesko grabbed his collar with his left hand and shouted at him, "Where is he?"

Although he was sprayed with saliva, Dreyer was not annoyed, but very happy.He patted Yesko's left hand, and after Yesko put him down, he said: "Brother, listen to me, I have found out about the person who framed you, but this person's whereabouts are secretive, and it is not easy to find him." .”

"What should I do?"

Dreyer moved a chair and sat down, and said: "Brother, listen to me. The person who framed you is a drug addict. At twelve o'clock tomorrow night, this person will come out to buy sesame powder. I I found out, he will buy sesame powder from drug dealers on Yezhong Street, and then you can go to him with a stick."

"Okay!" Yesko slapped the table and said with a big smile, "If I really find him, I'll give you three more gold coins when I come back!"

Dreyer nodded and said, "Okay, brother, then I'll go first." After that, he walked out of the room full of animal skins. After staying in it for a few minutes, Dreyer was full His head was sweating profusely, and he couldn't help thinking: Damn, aren't you hot yourself?What is the purpose of getting so many animal skins?

It was almost noon after he came out. From yesterday to now, he had eaten a piece of bread, and he was so hungry right now.So he took the last gold coin and went to the tavern. He found a quiet corner and sat down. He ordered a spicy roasted rabbit, a plate of sour grapes, a piece of bread full of butter and a large glass of wine.The generation of Wine City was rich in products, and the food was not expensive. This meal did not cost a single gold coin, so he exchanged the gold coins for small change for subsequent consumption.

In this way, all three gold coins were used-one for Sarris, one for the dead brother, and one for Dreyer himself.It's all in his calculations.

He ate a mouthful of rabbit meat, and felt that it was too spicy—there is no need for pepper in this place, and that’s right, it’s not the Bay Area, pepper is cheap.Then he drank wine and ate a mouthful of meat. The spicy and meaty flavors were melted by the wine, and sent into his stomach along with the sweet and sour; of.Well, it's a pretty good life.

Eat well and drink well today, then get a good night's sleep, and save energy for the theater tomorrow night!Thinking of this, Dreyer's wine turned sweet.

The next night, Dreyer came to the agreed place, which was next to a tavern.The tavern in Rotten Meat Beach was not closed at night, and it was even very lively. Dreyer bought a glass of beer with the change, and sat by the window waiting to watch the show.

The agreed time was twelve o'clock in the evening, and it was only eight or nine o'clock now, so he came a little early.There were soothing music playing in the tavern, and there were not many people, so it was very quiet.He hasn't had a good rest these days, and after drinking some alcohol, he's a little sleepy.He couldn't help thinking: It's still early, I might as well take a nap first.

He fell asleep as soon as he laid down on the table, and after an unknown period of time, he felt that he was in his sleep, and suddenly he heard someone shouting at the bottom:

"Brother, it's you, can you teach me how to cheat?"

He woke up suddenly, and looked out the window. It was pitch black outside, and no one saw it, but he heard a scolding, and then heard a muffled bang, and then someone screamed.He followed the sound and saw that Yesko had already knocked down the man and was pressing him to the ground and beating him hard.After watching for a while, I don't know whether he was killed or knocked out. Anyway, Yesko slipped along the path, and the unlucky gambler was still lying on the ground.

Well, it's done.Dreyer nodded, drank the rest of the wine, asked the tavern owner for a room, and went to bed to sleep.

Eating meat, drinking, sleeping, and living happily ever after—exile?Ah!

Chapter 24: Fasnat is restless, a

Chapter 24: Fasnat is restless, a

Fassnut has a problem.

Ever since he defeated the fierce demon in the arena, he has become famous, and now everyone in the Temple of the Queen of Worms knows him.

But Fassnut just wants to live a peaceful life.

Now he was sitting on the bed in his own room, stretching his muscles and ligaments, while little Violet sat on the new carpet and sorted his letters.In three days, all kinds of letters received by Fassnut piled up like a mountain.He was too lazy to read, so he asked little violet to read to him one by one.

"Uh... my dear... my dear Master Fassnut, I saw your heroic figure in the arena, I... ah, I can't pronounce this word." Little Violet can't read much, read I have to stumble, "I fell in love with you, just like a flower falls in love with a butterfly..."

"Flowers don't love butterflies. Flowers just need butterflies to help them disperse their seeds. In addition, she is not a flower, and I am not a butterfly. This is a bad metaphor." Fassnat said while stretching the psoas muscles, " I told you before, don't read the love letter."

"But how do I know which one is a love letter if I don't read it?" Little Violet muttered, and then she opened another colorful envelope, and read: "Hmm... my dear Mr. Fassnut, my little cutie , my most well-behaved little boy, my little cat..."

"Tear it up." Fasnat's body froze in a "half-arm support" position, "Then tell me what this woman's name is, and I'll tear her up too."

"No, my lord!" Little Violet tore up the letter with a smile, "I am also very kind, um... and this..." She went on to read, "Charming Fassnut, your skin Like a girl, your blue eyes are like..."

"Shut up!" He jumped up from the bed, raised his legs and stomped the stamped envelope in Little Violet's hand to the ground, "I hate the women here, they are a bunch of sows in heat!"

"Do you hate me too, my lord?"

"I hate you the most, I hate you more than everyone else, you stupid slave." Fasnat turned around and said.Then he heard Little Violet stand up, and felt a pair of soft arms hugging his body from behind, "Yes, I'm a stupid slave." She said lying on Fassnut's back, "But my lord You like stupid slaves."

"I said I hate you, let me go."

"No, I know you like me." She put her chin on Fassnut's shoulder, cheek to cheek.The stench of a woman, he thought, I hate her smell, like grease and yogurt.

"My lord, will you stay here forever?" Little Violet asked him.

Fassnut said: "How can I stay here? I will leave when the day comes, you stupid slave."

Little Violet let go of him and sat on the bed.Fassnut sat down next to her, deliberately keeping a fist distance.But that stupid slave wanted to get close to him and stick to him.

He felt hot and dry.

Little Violet asked him: "My lord, what should I do if you leave?"

"Of course you're coming with me," said Fassnut.

"I can't go!" she cried. "That would cost a lot of bone coins."

"Only 1," Fassnut said.

"I have to save for many years to have 1."

"I'll pay you." Fassnut said, "1 bone coins are nothing to a candidate. I can get a thousand for each assessment, and I can get hundreds if not hundreds of coins when I go to the arena. Earn, I can get the money together in two months."

"You... 1... bone coins..." She snapped ten fingers, her eyes were as dazed as if she was drunk, and Fasnat was even afraid that she would faint. "1, 1, 1..." She stared at Fasnat with her mouth open, like a fool, "1, that is, a hundred and a hundred bone coins, ten A thousand bone coins...is that right?"

"Yes, with this you can leave."