Three Philosophical Questions for Travelers

Now that he needs the power of the Rastall family, he is going to fish out Can Zhuen, but this is tantamount to slapping his own family in the face.If he completely knocked Hassan Heron down again, the knights would lose confidence in him, thinking that the Heworth family were all renegades.

He thought about this question, and immediately said: "Drink!"

The word "drink" can push away all problems, and Bean laughed too, and said, "Bring the strongest wine!"

The little king did have a kind of strong wine here, so he asked the waiter to bring it and said, "Try this!"

It was a transparent glass vial, and the liquor inside was as clear as water. Duke Bean glanced at it and said, "Is this delicious?"

"You'll know if you try it—oh, take a little sip, it's very strong."

The Duke didn't take it seriously, he raised his neck and poured it, but he sprayed it out at the first mouthful. "Fuck you!" He coughed violently a few times, "What the hell is this?"

The king said: "This is a fresh tribute from the wine city. It is called "Wild Horse Fire", and it is said to be the strongest wine in the world."

"Wild horse fire? Heh, interesting!" This time the old duke took a sip and smashed it in his mouth.After a while he swallowed it down and said, "It's delicious!" Then he took another sip, then let out a long sigh of relief, and said, "This stuff just went down his throat like fire." neck, "Northern people should drink strong wine! This is fucking for men. Tell the southerners, I want this wine, and I will buy as much as I have! King, how much of this wine do you have? Take it out and open it." Let my brethren taste it too!"

"Okay." The little king greeted the waiter and said, "Take it out and open it, so that the brothers in the north can be happy."

So they started a lot of "Bronco Fire", which was really good, and it didn't take long for a group of big men to drink under the table.After an hour or so, only the little king and the old duke were left on the table.

The old duke was also drunk, and he said to the king with his tongue out: "Cade, I... I'm telling you, your father's, your father's and his mother's..." The old duke hiccupped, reeking of alcohol. The little king almost vomited, "You mother's bastard, bastard father, he called me brothers and brothers during the war, and threw us to the north after the war. Look at me! And this place—" he stomped his feet, "he never invited us to dinner here, he just looked down on us bastards from the north! You are... you are a good king! Good king You think highly of me, but you still... believe it, but you can't believe us!" He said as he took off his shirt, revealing his bare chest covered with chest hair, "You are like your father, thinking that we will betray you, we will... Will take your land, claim your crown..."

"My lord duke, it's fine." The little king reminded him, "You drank too much."

The Duke yelled: "I'm just saying this after drinking too much! Cade, now is not the time to fight. The shaman predicts that the mass extinction will come. We northerners must unite."

The prophets all said that, and the little king thought to himself, if they didn’t say that, no one would take them seriously, and no one would give them food—if these guys really knew the world, would they be begging everywhere?

"If you want to gain the power of Eternal Night City, then Hassan Heron must die!" The old prince said loudly, "Your Majesty, think about it carefully. If Hassan Heron survives, then releasing Kanzuin It will become inappropriate." After saying this, the old man stood up from his seat, he saluted, and said, "Your Majesty, this old man can't drink, please leave!" He waved his hand and shouted; " You bastards, how long do you want to sleep? Get up!"

With his loud roar, those who were sleeping like dead dogs woke up one after another, even those who were not awake were framed up.Then the old duke laughed and said, "By the way, I will take all these 'wild horse fires' away! Your Majesty, thank you for your hospitality!" Then the northern men walked out of the restaurant like this, leaving behind a lot of wine , food, vomit and broken dishes.

The little king sat quietly in this mess, thinking in his heart: He is right, if I don't kill Hassan Heron, then I will be without righteousness.Hassan Heron is the one who reported Cantrane, and it can even be said that he was the one who defeated the Lastor family. If he is alive, then we will not be able to help the Lastor family.And the most important thing is that once Hassan Heron is dead, all the crimes of the past can be blamed on him - he is the one who concocted the charges, he was the one who framed Cameron, and he was the one who instigated the old king!It's him, it's all him!In this way, the Candine and Lastor families can be cleansed, and the royal family does not have to bear the sins of the past.

That's it, the little king thought, Hassan Heron is the best sacrifice.

After all, the military god of the north could not escape the fate of death, but he would not die on the battlefield, but at the dinner party.

"Take it." He said to the waiter.

Afterwards he left the castle and returned to Sky Lake alone.The king drove through the night in a chariot like a lonely child. Eagle Head City behind him looked like a giant man-eating beast, and the lighthouse flickered like two terrifying eyes.

Only when he arrived at Tianhu, his comfort zone, did he feel like going home.

His concubines entertained him and made him happy as usual.He knew that although the northern border was large, his land was only one-third of an acre.

I might be worse than a farmer, he thought.

Chapter 4: Eat, drink, whore, and bet on Delaire, a

Chapter 4: Eat, drink, whore, and bet on Delaire, a

The north wind was blowing, but Dreyer didn't feel the cold.Because he was lying on the recliner in the living room, covered with a woolen sweater, and there was a warm stove next to him.The roar of the north outside, the crackling of the charcoal fire inside the house, is really very pleasant.

In his hand is an iron table, and there is a depression on the table, which contains hot water and several bottles of wine; under the depression, there is a brazier, and the flame has been slightly heating the hot water on the table, keeping the red wine at a temperature just enough to drink. , and not too hot temperature.

Next to him was a pale beauty, a female slave he had bought from a necromancer, the girl whose finger was bitten off by necromancer Aridan.The woman was in charge of regulating the temperature of the hot water for him and shelling his nuts.She was a bit clumsy with one missing finger, but Dreyer liked seeing her clumsy.This little girl is 12 years old. She used to work as a prostitute in the necromancer's underground tavern. Delaire liked her very much, so he bought her from Aridan.

Dreyer looked at the girl with half-opened eyes and said, "Feed me a drink, Camelia."

So the girl opened the wine and poured it into a glass.Then she swirled her glass and took half a sip.Then she sat on Dreyer with the drink in her mouth and fed him with her mouth.

Dreyer prefers this gentle wine to the spirit of "Bronco Fire".The wine made him feel like a young girl with just developed breasts—just like the person in his arms.

The girl's "mouth cup" is not big, only half a sip at a time, but fortunately Dreyer doesn't drink too much every time, good wine must be tasted carefully.This bottle of "Pink Tongue Tip" wine costs dozens of gold coins, so he has to taste it slowly.

After feeding the wine, Camelia rode on him. She lifted the skirt with her left hand with only four fingers, revealing her smooth lower body. "Can you, my lord?" she asked in a low voice.

Dreyer pondered for a while, and said, "Let's talk about it tomorrow." He still has some back pain, and he was a little overstretched last night.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside, and Camelia hurriedly got off him.Dreyer wrapped Camelia's slender waist with one hand, let her sit back on his lap, and said, "Please come in!"

Then a man in a ragged leather jacket pushed the door open and entered. "Brother Delaire! I have good news for you!" the man shouted.

That man was none other than Saliva, Delaire's partner.This man had lost all his property in the casino, was heavily in debt, and was paralyzed in the street. Later, Delaire redeemed his debts and recovered his family, so Sariva swore allegiance to Delaire.

Sariwa used to be in the wine business and was very proficient in wine. At that time, Delaire had some money and a recipe for wine making, so he opened a winery with these.Not long ago, the first batch of goods came out, and Sariwa went out to sell them.He has been away for more than two months and just came back yesterday.Dreyer helped him clean up the dust, but Sariwa was too tired and went to rest early. Now this guy has slept for a day, and finally he has the energy to come out.

At this moment, Sariwa's body was covered with cold air, and his nose was red from the cold, but the smile on his face was very bright. "Brother, that batch is amazing!" He came in, took off his hat and leather jacket, and Camelia went up to hold him the clothes, hung them on a hook beside him, and then sat back in Drey on your lap.Sariva glanced at Camelia with a look of surprise, and immediately asked, "Pale beauty? Did you buy it? How much does it cost?"

Dreyer smiled and said: "Not much. During the days you left, the casino made a lot of money, and I even helped the Necromancer Association sell a batch of goods and received some pimp money—this girl It's a gift. Camelia, go say hello to brother Sariva."

So Camelia stood up, saluted with the hem of her skirt, and said, "I have seen Mr. Saliva." Then she returned to her original position.The girl was very thin, and he didn't feel heavy when she sat on her.Dreyer also took advantage of the opportunity to play with Camelia's hand.

"That's okay, I have a lot of money here too!" Sariva sat aside with a smile, and kept looking at the girl in Delaire's arms, "Brother, look When will you tell Master Aridan to get me one too?"

Dreyer laughed and said, "If your wife promises, I will get it for you!"

Upon hearing this, Sariwa withered, and quickly waved his hands and said, "Forget it! Forget it! Don't mention this to her."

Dreyer smiled, and said immediately: "Brother, let's get down to business, let's talk about the liquor sales during this period."

"Okay, this thing is quite long, let me tell you bit by bit."

So Saliva started chatting with Delair about making and selling wine these days.

Sariva's winery was built in the summer. At that time, Delaire got a little money from running the casino, and then went to the Necromancer Association to borrow some money, and set up a small workshop for Sariwa.This workshop was also used to make wine. Later, the boss did not manage well and owed a lot of usury loans. In desperation, he had to sell the winery to pay back the money.Delaire bought it at a low price and started making wine on the spot.

He got the prescription from Haiwen. Haiwen once asked an alchemist to brew a very strong spirit, which was said to be used to kill viruses and prevent tetanus. However, Dreyer saw this at first sight. When I was looking for something, I realized that this thing can make a lot of money.So he asked for the prescription and tried it secretly a few times by himself.He didn't know either alchemy or wine making, so he went to consult the black gold master and the witch Gellite. With the help of these people, he quickly mastered a set of efficient distilled wine brewing techniques.Just give him a month, and he'll be able to brew this spirit—of course, the longer it takes, the better it tastes.

Later, he gave this set of methods to Sariwa and taught him how to do it.Saliva knows wine better than he does, so the spirits he brews are more mellow.At first they wanted to age the wine for a year before selling it, but both of them were in a hurry to ask for money, and the cost of one year was too long, so it was better to brew a batch of more common ones first and see the market reaction.

So out of this idea, they quickly brewed the first batch of spirits, which Delaire named "Wild Horse Fire". contest.If this kind of wine can win an award in the competition, it will definitely sell well, and it can even represent the wine city and sell it to foreign countries, earning a lot of money.

And that's the end of what Dreyer knows, and he doesn't know about the rest.So he asked Saliva, "Have you won the wine contest?"

Sariwa smiled and said, "Drink all the referees under the table, do you think you have won?"

Then both of them burst out laughing.

Eat, Drink, Whore, Bet, Dreyer, II

Eat, Drink, Whore, Bet, Dreyer, II

Sariva said to him: "You were not there at the time, and a large group of people came to the fine wine conference. They are all nobles, elders, celebrities... The ceiling is so huge, there are thousands of people under it. Oh, and wine Girls from the city! There are not only pale beauties, but real Flowers girls! Those young ladies have skin whiter than the clouds in the sky, but their lips are so red that they bleed, and there is one..."

"Get down to business!" Dreyer interrupted. "How's the reception going?"

Sariwa said quickly: "Oh, yes, yes, about the reception! Those old people have to drink one by one. There are hundreds of kinds of wine in the exhibition, and they can't drink all of them, so they just pick and drink. Where can I look? When will it be my turn? I found a middle-aged man, this guy is a mercenary captain, and an alcoholic. He said you drink well, but you definitely can’t stand my drink!’ He laughed and said to me: ‘What’s so great about your white water wine?’” Sariva imitated the man as he spoke. The expression of disdain on the face is vivid.

"So I provoked him and said, 'If you can drink this wine in one gulp, I'll give you ten gold coins! I have experienced how powerful the wine is. Compared with the strongest wine I have ever drank, it is also sugar water! As a result, the man drank it in one gulp, and with a "poof", he sprayed all over the sky! Haha! At this point, both of them laughed, "All of a sudden, everyone's attention has been attracted. I think the opportunity is good! I continued to provoke him to drink with me, and the mercenary continued to drink if he was not convinced. A lot of people came again at once, and I hurriedly said loudly: This is the strongest wine in the world 'Wild Horse Fire'! Who has the courage to taste it? This time, our reputation will go out! You and I Said, brother, all the referees at the reception drank our wine, and they were all fucking drunk like dead dogs, haha!"

This is amazing, Dreyer thought to himself, a brand that can stand out at the reception will definitely sell well in the future, I have to expand production quickly!Thinking of this, Delaire asked: "How about the awards?"

"They gave us an award alone!" Sariva said excitedly, "It's called the 'Dragon's Breath Spirit' award! Let me tell you, the bottles of wine I brought to the exhibition were all auctioned off, and the cheapest It was also sold for one gold! The most expensive one was sold for twelve gold coins!"

"Fuck Ambside!" Dreyer excitedly slapped his thigh fiercely, but it landed on Camelia's leg. The girl was startled, and he quickly apologized, saying, "It's okay, So happy!"

Now Dreyer's eyes are full of gold: send it!The cost of this wine is calculated in copper coins!This fucking doubled the profit dozens of times!

Dreyer's eyes lit up, and he asked, "All sold?"

Sariva's voice was trembling with excitement, and said: "Not only is it sold, my brother! There is also a large amount of wine sold to the nobles in the wine city, and it is said that it will be given to the king of the northern border as a tribute!" Riva trembled all over, "Do you know what this means?"

Of course Delaire knew, but he still wanted to hear Sariva say, "What do you mean?" His voice trembled.

"It means that we will become the wine kings in the Black Forest Valley!" He screamed, "This wine goes to the north, and the price can be increased by ten times! If the northern nobles like this thing, we can keep it flowing Sell ​​it to them! From then on, the 'Wild Horse Fire' from Rotten Meat Beach will become a local specialty! Just like the pepper in the South, the salt in the Gulf, and the gold in the Western Regions, we...we will be rich, we Can buy the whole rotten meat bank! My brother, the whole rotten meat bank!"

Delaire suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said: "Brother, brother! You should calm down first, don't make a fuss, it's not good for us to make a fortune out of it, do you understand?"

"Oh, yes, yes! Make a fortune in silence!" Sariwa nodded again and again.

Dreyer also needed to calm down, he was so excited that he got an erection.He squeezed the girl in his arms and said, "Go, wait for me on the bed!" Camelia got off him, nodded meekly, and left quietly with her skirt in her hands.

Dreyer drank a few more sips of wine, and then felt a little calmer.He asked Saliva, "When will the wine come to the north?"

Sariva pondered for a while, and said: "I have been on this trip for two months. It is not slow to take the King's Road from Liquor City to Eagle Head City. If you don't go to the North Shuangwei on the way, the road will be flat. I reckon, now this The wine has arrived. If it can’t be done properly, all the lords in the north will drink it!"

"My lord is happy with the drink, you must ask us for it, right?"

"That's for sure! Who doesn't know that the nobles in the north are rich and powerful? If they buy it, they will buy it year after year, car by car!"

Delaire is a native of the Gulf, and he knows how much advantage water transport has over land transport, so when he heard about the transport of one truck after another, he felt that the efficiency was very low. "What do you mean if we ship by ship?" Delaire asked, rubbing his chin.

Sariwa didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "My big brother! Where is this? You even want to buy a boat?"

"Hey! Plan ahead. It will be a matter of time before our wine is sold to the four principalities. Think about it first."

Dreyer thought to himself: If it can be transported by water, then the efficiency can be improved a lot, and the water transportation of the three countries of merchant ships to the south, east, and north extends in all directions, and can transport wine to all parts of the world.

At that time, I will be the richest man in Wine City!Fuck you Ambside, what a recipe you have!

Sariwa nodded and said, "If you want to do it, brother, you have to expand production first..."

"I'll take care of this tomorrow. Let's find more people. There are some old men who have nothing to do on the paralyzed street. Then I'll discuss with the Necromancer Association for another piece of land—" Dreyer suddenly became worried when he said this. If I make a lot of money, the Necromancer Association will definitely bite me hard, which is not acceptable. "—This land is used as a winery, and you are still in charge."

Sariva nodded and said, "Oh, well, let's talk about transportation after all this is done."

"You can start planning now, there is no harm in planning early." Dreyer clapped his hands and shouted, "Come here, bring the map!"

The dumb servant downstairs brought up the map, and Dreyer spread the map on the table and said, "Let's see how to plan the route in the future."

Sariwa said: "I seldom go out of the wine city to do business. I don't know much about it. What does my brother want you to see?"

"If we go by water, we have to go to the nearest inland port first, right here." Dreyer pointed to a city on the map, "This is it, Shrimp Bay!"

Eat, drink, whore, bet Dreyer, three

Eat, drink, whore, bet Dreyer, three

Sariwa asked, "Shrimp Bay? Where is Shrimp Bay? How do I get there?"

Dreyer gestured on the map with his fingers: "Here, the most southwest inland port in the Gulflands, connected to the canals in the Gulflands, you can follow the river channel of the two and four forks to the Riverlands, and then go to the sea from the northeast, passing The entire fertile area of ​​the Reach, Wind Thunder Castle, and Golden Sand Castle. After leaving the sea, you can go south to Black Pearl City, or go north to the port of Eagle Head City or the polar port further north."

Sariva nodded and said, "But I heard that the Gulf is at war with the northerners, so it's not easy for us to leave?"

Delaire said: "Wealth and wealth are in danger, and the spirits of the war era will only be more valuable, Sariva."

"It makes sense." Sariwa stared at the map, and then said, "Tell me again, how do we go? Let's start from the beginning."

Dreyer drew a route on the map with his hand and said: "Let's go east out of the rotten meat beach, then go east through the wine city, out of the wilderness area, around the mountains, go to the big swamp and go north ..."

Sariva shouted: "There are orcs in the swamp! I heard that orcs are bandits, very dangerous!"

Dreyer waved his hand and said, "What's so scary about a group of swamp orcs? Just spend money to settle it. If it doesn't work, I'll hire some mercenaries."

"Oh, and then what?"

Dreyer continued: "We can unload a batch of goods first and go to Qingmu City and Hummingbird City. I heard that many witches in the south drink heavily, saying that they can communicate with the gods when drunk. We will sell these wines to the witches. Then we went directly to Shrimp Bay through the swamp, loaded the ship at Shrimp Bay, and then turned around the bay, went to sea, and then went north or south.”

Sariva frowned and said: "The nobles in Xiawan will definitely collect a lot of taxes, and so will other nobles. Taxes are indispensable along the way!"

"No matter how high the tax is, it's not as high as the windfall profits from my boat, buddy! Let's go to Xiawan to rent the biggest boat, and transport more, won't the money come back?"

"Will the nobles of Xiawan agree? Those masters are very greedy!"

The aristocrats are not all greedy. Delaire remembered the person he served, and he said to Sariva: "It is necessary to negotiate the price in business, and I will not pay as much as he pays. Don’t worry, we will earn less money at most, but we will never lose money.”

"Okay, brother, I'll listen to you!"

So the two finalized their ideas and decided to start work tomorrow.It was getting late, and Dreyer went back to the room, and the pale beauty was still waiting for him on the bed.

He got up early the next morning, and when he thought of countless gold coins waving at him, he felt boundless energy.In the morning, he harnessed his horse first, and went with his servants to look for a venue.He had to go to a craftsman to order a few more sets of distillation equipment, he thought to himself, this is also a troublesome thing, and he should do it quickly.

Every day he delays, he will lose an unknown amount of gold coins, he can't stand it!

At noon, he found a tavern at random, and ordered some broth and bread to eat.Of course, the bread was freshly baked, with honey and cheese; the broth had to be fresh rabbit, with mushrooms, peppers and cardamom.

While eating, he suddenly heard someone calling him from behind: "Mr. Delaire, my friend."

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Aridan's pale face.

Aridan Holstein, the president of the Necromancer Association, appears to be a gentleman and polite, but in reality is cruel and perverted.Dreyer had learned how powerful this man was, so he quickly put down his spoon and said, "Why did your lord come out today? Why don't you sit down and have some lunch together?" He said to the clerk, "Waiter, open a bottle of wine and serve some more. Beef and beets."

Aridan waved his hand and said, "No need, I don't eat raw food." He sat down opposite Delaire.