Three Philosophical Questions for Travelers

"I won't let you help in vain, I will compensate you."

"That's what I want." The smile on her face rippled, "Okay, I promise you, I am willing to go hunting with you to kill monsters. But I can't leave immediately, I promised Night God's blessing Boss, do something. We won't be leaving until about a week later."

"No problem." Razor nodded and asked, "Then what do you want—" At this time, Netwig sealed his lips with her index finger. "I haven't figured it out yet," she said.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs outside, and then a man said, "Miss Knightway, I heard you brought guests?"

It was such a familiar voice, Razor didn't remember who it was for a while.At this time, Netway said to him: "Ah, the boss blessed by the night god is here. You can also meet him, he is a very interesting person."

"I'm not interested in gamblers," said Razor.

As soon as he finished speaking, a man pushed the door open and entered.The man was dressed in black, with a top hat, a mustache, and a gentleman's cane in his hand.Razor looked the man up and down, speechless in surprise.

The other party's eyes were also rounded. He pointed at the razor with his cane and asked loudly, "It's you! Fassnut? Why are you here?"

Razor frowned, and said, "I want to ask too! Delaire Hanslock, you should be exiled!" Razor walked towards him and said in a deep voice,

"Give me an explanation, what is going on?"

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ps: This month has been changed to an evening update. Originally, there were two chapters of 2000 words, but now they are combined into a large chapter of 4000 words.The total amount is constant.

The Razor and the Enemy, Part [-]

The Razor and the Enemy, Part [-]

The butler of Yema Town showed a painful expression as if he had eaten a fly, and said, "What can be explained? I don't steal or rob, or cheat or deceive. I bought this casino myself. Is there any problem?"

Razor glared, blue eyes that seemed to breathe fire. "You scumbag! You liar and betrayer!" he roared. "All I know is that you've been exiled, that you should be begging in the street now, that you should be freezing and starving instead of pointing fingers...you Look at your clothes, do you look like a prisoner?"

The butler slapped his hands and said helplessly, "Oh, my little brother..."

"I'm not your brother!" Razor yelled at him.

At this moment, Netway came up to hold him back and said, "Fasnut, there may be some misunderstanding here, please calm down first."

"If this guy can be put in prison, then I will calm down immediately!" Razor said, pointing at the man with the mustache in front of him.

Dreyer sighed, and said: "You want to put me in prison one by one, I ask you, who did you give this power to?"

Razor said: "I don't need this power, you should go to jail!"

Dreyer shook his head and said: "Fasnat, I did make a mistake, and I paid the price; but what punishment I suffer is a matter of the law, and it is a matter of Lord Haven. This matter has nothing to do with You have nothing to do."

"But I don't see you obeying the law, Dreyer!"

"It's not that I didn't abide by the law, it's that you didn't give me a chance to speak." The butler showed a very gentlemanly smile, and then made a "please" gesture and said, "Let's go to the pub over there and talk, I will take care of you." I explained it to you, and I will clean up the dust for you by the way."

Razor pondered a little, and said, "Okay!"

So everyone went to the Cape of Good Hope Tavern diagonally opposite.The butler seemed to be very popular in this town. As soon as he entered the tavern, the boss ran up to say hello to him: "Good afternoon, Mr. Dreyer!" Then many guests in the tavern greeted him.Dreyer responded one by one, and then said to the boss: "Upstairs, the old place, here are two bottles of good wine, and you can just look at the food."

"Okay, upstairs please!"

Everyone sat in the upstairs box.The interior of the box is exquisitely decorated, with painted long tables, soft leather seats, deer and bear heads hanging on the wall, and charcoal fire in the stove, which is very warm.

Razor sat at one end of the long table, and Netway and Faceless Ranger sat on his left and right hands; the butler of Mustang Town sat opposite, and a middle-aged man in fur was beside him.Dreyer first said some polite words, and then introduced the people around him, "This is Sariva, my brother, you can trust me."

Razor nodded and said, "This is Natway, this is Faceless, we're partners—now tell me about you, Dreyer."

The butler scratched his face and said, "Uh...how did you say that?"

"Since you were exiled here!" Razor rapped on the table with his prosthetic leg.

"Then let's start here."

So Dreyer told Razor about his legendary experience these days.He first talked about how he started with three silver coins and how he used tricks to win the casino, and then he talked about his cooperation with the Necromancer Association.By the time this was said, the waiters had already served the dishes one after another.The food in this pub is still very good, they are willing to use spices, the taste is strong and fragrant.The first course is a grilled fish piled with peppers. The chef in white brings the fish up, cuts it into small pieces, and distributes it to everyone.

"Is it still so particular?" said the Faceless Ranger, "We all eat with our own knives, or we just do it."

Dreyer said to him: "You are here for the first time, of course you should eat better. This is a live fish caught from the upper reaches of the rotten meat beach in the morning. It is fresh and clean-oh, let's have a drink first, and open it. appetite."

People in the wine city drink an aperitif first, and then have a meal.At this time, a maid came in and poured wine for everyone.It was a small southern girl, very young, and Razor suddenly thought of Little Violet when he looked at her.In a trance, he took another look.

At this time, Netway asked in a low voice: "You really like this kind of thing, don't you?"

"Shut up!" Razor glanced at the wine glass and said, "Change me to a metal cup." His power of thought could not manipulate wood, only metal.The maid nodded and brought him a metal cup.Then Razor raised the glass with his thoughts, and he held it steadily without spilling a drop of wine.

Delaire looked dumbfounded, and said, "Where did you learn all these skills? Fasnett."

"You don't know even if I tell you," Razor said.

"Then come back and tell me!" The butler raised his mustache, "After I finish talking to you."

Razor didn't answer, he controlled the wine glass with his mind and drank the red wine in one gulp."Cheers," Dreyer said, and followed suit with a small drink.

Then everyone started eating.Razor and Faceless have been on their way, haven't eaten much, and are very hungry.Both eat oddly, with Razor eating with a dangling knife and fork, and Faceless stuffing food into his mask's large eyes.Razor had never seen him take off his mask, let alone what he looked like.At this time, he recalled that Priest Dalakasha once called the Faceless Ranger "it", so maybe this guy is not human?

Then various dishes are brought to the table.Duck with wild pepper, fried rat with pine nuts, rabbit brain pie, goat ribs, chili mushroom soup, pickles with bacon...these are some dishes that the razor has never seen.This place is different from the Gulf region. People can’t eat seafood. The meat they eat is mostly mutton, rabbit, chicken, duck, and mountain rat—a rat that is as fat as a chicken. It is roasted with oil and tastes very tempting.

After eating almost, everyone began to drink slowly.Razor was satisfied with the meal, and in a slightly better mood. "Housekeeper," he said casually, "you haven't finished what you said before."

"Oh, let's move on."

So Dreyer continued to tell him the following things, including cooperation with the Necromancer Association, brewing and selling wine, and the recent suppression by the Necromancer Association.They chatted and drank, and gradually became a little drunk.The Faceless Ranger was overwhelmed with alcohol, and said he wanted to go for a walk and play a couple of laps in the casino, and Sarivar took him there; Nateway leaned drunkenly on the razor, sticking to him like melted cheese.Razor and Dreyer drank wine glass by glass, chatting while drinking.

"Let me tell you, brother! Hai... Master Hai Wen, that... that is a good man, I am sorry for him, and I deserve to be punished!" Dreyer patted the table, and his words were a little awkward "But this exile is just throwing me here. When I get to the place, the exile will end. It just means that I can't go back to live in Bear Mountain for a few years. As for me getting into what I am today, it can only be said that it is my virtue. Lyle's ability, ability!" He gave himself a thumbs up, "Brother, if our adults know that I have become like this, do you think he is angry or happy for me?"

Lord Haven will be happy for you, Razor thought.

If you drink too much wine, you will talk too much about the razor.He had too many troubles, and he poured them out through the strength of alcohol.

"But I just don't think it's fair! You're a traitor who is popular here, so look at me again!" He tapped the table with the back of his knife, "I'm so loyal, and I've made great achievements. What happened? I lost my arm. I've become a disabled person! You say I..."

Dreyer laughed and waved his hands, and said, "I think you're better than me!"

"I……"

"Drink!" Dreyer shouted, raising his glass.

So the two had another drink.

After drinking this wine, Razor was a little more confused.He shook his head, and then said: "You haven't seen how I got here these days! If I had to choose, I would still be a healthy person..."

"You have a special charm after being disabled," Netway said suddenly, "You replaced your hands with two sharp knives, which looks very cold and chic. I was fascinated by your appearance from the beginning. Fassnut."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Razor frowned. "If I could choose, I would prefer to be a healthy person—a housekeeper! Say, it must be a healthy person, okay?"

Dreyer nodded, "Drink!"

They had another drink.

After drinking the razor, he was in a daze for a while, and then said: "Housekeeper, tell me, why did you betray Lord Haiwen in the first place?"

Dreyer pondered a little, then said: "Drink!"

"Don't fucking drink it!" Razor slapped the table with the back of the knife, "I'm serious, tell me what you thought?" He stood up and said, "Look me in the eyes and tell me the truth! I can tell a lie from your eyes!"

Razor didn't lie to him. He had learned lie detection from Dara Kasha, and he could judge whether the other party was lying by looking at others.

Dreyer didn't evade the question this time. He looked straight into Razor's eyes and said, "Fasnat, do you remember the scene at that time? We were surrounded by Lavidia's army, with no reinforcements and no hope. And Surrender is the only way for me to survive."

Razor sneered disdainfully, and said: "You little man who is greedy for life and afraid of death, why can't you survive if you fight out with us?"

"Fasnat, I'm not you. I can't pull a one-hundred-jin bow, I can't subdue a fierce horse, I can't tear a fierce demon with my hands... On the battlefield, I might not even be able to defeat an ordinary soldier. Let I went to fight, no less than suicide."

Razor said: "So you surrender? If the soldiers think so, why fight?"

Dreyer shook his head and said: "It's not a surrender, but a plan to delay the attack. I have to let myself survive first, and then I can use my strategy to save the rest. For this reason, I can give up my dignity, this is me Dreyer Er's advantage."

Razor asked: "Is giving up dignity a good thing?"

"It's a strength." Dreyer said, "There are too many people who are tired of vanity in this world. You, Haven, the smiling cat, and many nobles, many knights, many heroes... They can give up everything, The only thing I can't do is give up my dignity. But I'm not, when dignity and interests conflict, I will choose the latter without hesitation. It is because of this that I can survive, and I can come up with conspiracies."

"If we are strong enough, then we don't need to give up our dignity." Razor said.

Dreyer shook the wine glass, then took a sip with a wry smile, and said, "My child, you are too young."

Razor is 17 years old and he hates being called a kid.

Dreyer said: "There are some things in this world that cannot be settled by force, you have to use some means. Fassnut, you are the most powerful person I have ever seen, and I am afraid that the heroes in the epic can't be settled." But that's all. But let me ask you, are you living well? Have you solved all problems with your strength?"

Razor recalled the despair of losing his arms, and then the scarlet blood washed his brain, and then the little violet appeared in front of him again, and he saw the diary again, and saw the last fire...

"I..." He bit his lip.

At this time, Netway hugged him gently and said, "Don't think about it, it's all over."

The woman's body is so soft, soft like water - like water flowing into the most painful place in his heart.He suddenly found that the wound in his heart hadn't healed yet.He wanted to cry, to bury his head in the woman's arms and cry like a boy.

But he is 17 years old, so he is not considered a boy.

He quickly pushed Netway away, otherwise he would really cry.

It's the wine's fault, he thought, I drank too much.

Dreyer had a long belch, and he said drunkenly: "Boy! This world is not black and white. Good people have their uses, and bad people have their value. Someone has to do immoral things! Dare you Is it just eating and not shitting?"

"Drink," said Razor.

"Well, drink."

This time the two toasted and drank it down.

After drinking the glass of wine, Delaire said to him: "Fasnat, I ask you something."

"You said."

"I want you to help me kill a few people."

Razor raised his eyelids and said, "I'm not a killer, and besides, why should I help you?"

"I can give you money," Dryer said.

"I don't want your money."

Delair smiled and said, "But Haven Ambleside needs my money."

"What does this have to do with me killing you?"

"Because the person I want you to kill is the person who stands in my way, Fassnut." Delaire's eyes darkened, "I'm doing a big business, and it's getting bigger and bigger. Can make a lot of money, so big that you dare not think! But now there are a group of bastards blocking my way, I want you to get rid of them for me. When I have money, I will go to the Gulf to do business; I will pass through Xiongshan, and I will pay Haiwen a large tax! Xiongshan is short of money, and he needs my support!"

Razor pondered a little, and said: "I will not kill innocent people." Razor recalled the massacre at the Temple of the Queen of Worms-they were not innocent people, they were greedy lunatics.

"They're not innocent at all!" Dreyer said suddenly, "Do you know how bad those bastards are? I want to kill them in my dreams!"

The Razor and the Enemy, Part [-]

The Razor and the Enemy, Part [-]

Razor was surprised by the sudden agitation of the Steward.

"What happened?" he asked.

"It's hard to say," Delair said. He sighed, lost in thought as he looked at the expensive bottle of red wine on the table.After a while, Dreyer said: "There are no good people in Rotten Meat Beach, and everyone has done bad things. Take my subordinate Sariva as an example. He used to be a gambler. Gambling he abandoned his wife and ruined his family. But the same man, he kept his word and gave me his loyalty. Now I rely on him to sell liquor."

Razor nodded and said, "You said that the world is not black and white."

"Yes, so it's normal for bad guys to exist." Having said that, Dreyer slapped the table suddenly, and the wine spilled from the glass, "But bad guys should also have a bottom line for bad guys! People from the Necromancer Association and the Wolfstone Clan The bad ones have no principles, and I can't tolerate their reckless behavior in my town!"

"Your town?"

Dreyer nodded: "I'm already the mayor, Fassnut."

This guy is really powerful, Razor thought to himself, he came to this lawless place penniless, and became the leading rich man here from scratch.Then he stepped into politics and became the mayor of the town.Will he be a knight next time I see him?Or the Baron?Viscount?

At this moment, Razor somewhat admired this "traitor". As Dreyer said, he does not have Razor's fierce power, he is just a mortal.But he was able to get to this point, Razor asked himself, he couldn't do it.

Master Haiwen really valued him for a reason.

"Do you know what these bastards have done?" The butler with the mustache sneered, his beard shaking.

"You said."

Dreyer nodded, and began to talk about the actions of the Wolfstone clan: "Just half a month ago, the members of the Wolfstone clan robbed the passing caravan, robbed the goods, killed the men, and arrested the women. I became slaves. A mother and child survived and came to me to report the crime. But what can I do? I am a fucking liquor seller, what can I do? I have some broken money, but I can still get Did the money smash those bandits to death? I had no choice but to persuade the mother and son to go to the wine city to report the crime and try their luck. Maybe some noble lord would show mercy to them. Oh, what happened? Town, was killed by the people from Langshi—they first raped the mother in front of the child, and then skinned the child in front of the mother.” The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and his beard grew more and more Lai Gao said, "I'm not kidding. These two corpses are hanging on the west side of the town. If you want to see them, you can do so now! Just do it now!"

Razor hated evil like a vengeful, and when he heard this, he suddenly burned with anger. "I'll take care of this." He said coldly, "You take me to find them, and I won't let any of them go."

"I haven't had any trouble with your Necromancer Association yet." Dreyer laughed.