Three Philosophical Questions for Travelers

Hearing this, Dreyer's eyes suddenly widened, "It's fine if you don't say this." He gritted his teeth, and his voice became higher and higher...

"The more you say this, the more I want to kill you!"

With a roar, Dreyer pierced Aridan's body fiercely with a knife, and then twisted hard, twisted hard!Turning and turning like a screw.

The necromancer screamed again and again, the corners of Razor's mouth raised subconsciously, while the Faceless Ranger shivered while hugging himself, "It's so scary—" he said in a tone that wasn't scary at all.

It didn't take long for Aridan to die. Dreyer pulled out the knife and threw it on the ground. Then he spat at the corpse and cursed, "You're dead now, you rotten maggot!" Wiping the blood on his hands, he said, "Let's go, I'll let Magnolia's people come and empty this place when I get back."

So they walked towards the ground, and Razor was sleepwalking all the way.He didn't feel so drunk after drinking just now.

Dreyer seemed to ask him many things, such as how did you become so powerful?What's the matter with your thoughts?What magic do you know?But Razor just answered "um" and "ah", he was absent-minded, so Dreyer stopped asking after a while.

He remembered that Dara Kasha said to him: "The fierce demon will devour your soul, and you must learn to control this power."

When Razor was Fasnat, he once had a conversation with the soul in his body.He judged intuitively that the guy was not a bad guy.But sometimes intuition doesn't work.

Razor had made a mistake in his intuition - his instinct had been that he could leave the temple with little violet.

Even the girl he loves can lie to him, so who else can't?So he wouldn't believe the nonsense of a fierce demon.

"Fasnet, I feel your rage." Netway appeared at the door, "You shouldn't be like this."

Razor looked at her and said, "What do you feel again?"

Nightaway came to him, sniffed him, and said, "Bloodlust will take your soul, Fasnett, you've seen me go crazy. That's not pretty at all."

She was right, and Razor was a little concerned.But Razor is a strong man, so he said, "I'll take care of my own business and leave you alone."

Knightway just sighed and said, "Then at least you should go take a shower."

The faceless person continued: "Then play 'Big Sweet Potato Stick Cream Cake'..."

"Shut up!" Razor snapped.

He didn't listen to anything else, but he remembered the matter of taking a bath.

He was a very hygienic person when he was Fasnat, but due to objective conditions, he hadn't showered for several days.So he dragged his tired body to the house that Dreyer had prepared for him, and then asked someone to fetch water.His bloody appearance frightened the servants, and even Dreyer's loud reprimands were ineffective.Then Netway came to him and said, "Let me come."

Razor said, "I can do it myself, I don't need you."

Netway smiled and said, "Your mental strength can't hold the wooden basin."

At this time, a clever waiter ran up and said, "I heard that you can only use iron things, my lord! So I prepared iron buckets and iron basins!"

The red mist turned into clouds and threw the clever ghost out of the window.

"Not anymore," said Knightway.

Razor was exhausted, physically and mentally exhausted. "Okay, whatever you want!" He took off his coat and lay down on the bed.Then Netway prepared hot water, towels, and soap for him.The last time he was served by someone to take a bath was in the Temple of the Queen of Worms...

Why do I want this?He thought to himself, that place has been set on fire by me, it's gone, it's gone!

Netway did everything with the red mist spell, and in a blink of an eye, a large steaming wooden barrel appeared in the house.

"The temperature can be heated at any time!" Netway snapped his fingers, and a flame appeared on his index finger. "I have learned a little spell to control fire. It is useless in battle, but it is still possible to burn hot water."

Razor sat up from the bed at once and said, "Thank you, you can go. I will boil water for you some other day as a reward."

"What are you talking about?" Knightway laughed, "Still undressed?"

"Do you really want to do this? I don't want others to do this to me!" Razor looked away.

"You have seen my naked body, can't I see yours?"

Razor yelled, "You took it off for me, it's different! Bitch!"

"If you really mind—" She made a ribbon of red mist and wrapped it around her eyes, "I can do this. It's better to have someone help you than yourself."

"I..." Razor didn't know what to say for a while.

"Okay, take off your clothes and get into the bucket," said Netway, who was blindfolded.

The heat was steaming, and the razor was sweating.He was slimy, dirty and smelly.Forget it, she can do what she likes, Razor is too lazy to fight her.

So he took off his clothes and got into the water, then closed his eyes comfortably.Then Netway put her hand on his face and said, "I'll help you."

Razor always felt weird, and this kind of thing made him very uncomfortable.But after thinking about it, what's the shame in being waited on by someone to take a bath?After all, it's not like he hasn't done this kind of thing before.

damn it.

"What's the matter? Did you remember the past again?" Netway cleaned the razor's neck with a soft brush, and her tone was so gentle that she didn't look like her.

"Say nothing, Netway," he said to the woman, "don't say anything."

"I know." The woman stroked his chest, "I'm just here to help you shower, my boy."

"As you please." Razor closed his eyes.

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Razor and the Enemy, [-]

Netway used a small wooden basin to scoop water to wash his hair and face, then his neck, shoulders, chest and back, "Your skin is so good," she said, "How did you do it? Did you use any skin care products? Or what did you eat?"

Razor said, "Not at all."

Netway bit her lips angrily, "When the Creator created you, he must have wanted to make the most beautiful little person and give it to his mother."

What is this?Razor couldn't help laughing.

"Stand up, it's time to wash down."

Razor hesitated, then said, "No, I'll do it myself."

"You show me one yourself?" She laughed, "Boy, stand up, I'm blindfolded. You are a man, what are you embarrassed about?"

Hearing what she said, Razor stood up.Then Netway began washing his lower body with a washcloth and a soft brush.

"I treat it like I'm doing surgery," said the blindfolded woman, "I've learned how to operate on people, and I'm pretty good at amputating limbs..." She paused, "Sorry, I shouldn't Say this."

Razor thought for a while before he understood what she was referring to, "It's okay, I didn't mind a long time ago." He raised half of his arm, and the hot water in the bucket "splashed", "I was a blessing in disguise, if it wasn't for my broken arm, I would have I can't learn so many skills. Now I have mastered the power of the fierce demon, and many other knowledge."

Knightway asked him, "What did you do, Fasnett?"

"I am guarding the Earl at Bear Mountain," he said.

"What is your family like?"

"Why do you ask this?"

"Just wanted to ask." Netway began to scrub his back with a stiff brush, and put the towel on the shelf beside him.

So Razor began to tell her his own story.From being forced by his father to drink the blood of the ferocious demon, to following the prophecy and coming to Mustang Town, meeting Haiwen, fighting with him on Bear Mountain, and losing his arms... He doesn't know what happened to him, these He hasn't talked to anyone yet.Even Little Violet didn't know, but this time he just couldn't control his mouth.

Netway listened to all this in silence while bathing him.She asked Razor, "Razor, do you have a goal?"

Razor pondered a little, and said: "Yes. After completing the task that Dara Kasha gave me, I will continue to work for Haven Ambside. I believe in prophecies, and I believe in him even more. He is the most upright person I have ever met. .”

"He's probably just using you—just like everyone else."

Razor shook his head and said, "No, Lord Haven is really thinking about us. I trust him. I have seen how he enforces the law, and how he treats friends, servants, and even traitors. He Distinguish right from wrong, punish rape and eliminate evil, but also have a benevolent heart."

Netway continued to ask: "Then your goal is to be loyal to this nobleman, and then become a knight?"

"When it doesn't matter, I am loyal to him because he can bring peace and justice to the people. And he will definitely help me eradicate evil spirits. I hate those things."

Netaway soaped his back again, her hands were wet and soft, and the razor felt good. "I didn't expect you to have such a wish." Netway said, "Look at me, I'm just drunk. If I didn't know you, I might continue to fall."

Razor asked her, "What good is that life? Isn't there anything you really want to do?"

"This is a time of confusion, Fasnat, not just me, everyone is confused." Natway sighed, then fumbled for the towel on the shelf with his hands, but did not touch it after several times arrive.Razor thought for a moment and said, "Take off the blindfold, Netway."

She froze for a moment and said, "Okay!"

The blindfold turned into a red mist and disappeared into the hot steam, and then the eyes of the two met—Nateway's eyes were shining, her red lips curled up into crescents, and her smile was as sweet as honey.Through the water mist and the light of the oil lamp, Netway is as beautiful as the people in the painting.

Razor looked away quickly—I can't be lustful for women anymore, he thought.

Netway seemed to want to say something at this time, but she opened her mouth and stopped talking, "I will continue to bathe you." She said in a flat tone.

Then she used a towel to scrub the underarms and severed limbs of the razor. She said as she did it: "Everyone knows that the end is coming, and people are in panic. It's death anyway, so what's the use of working hard? Ordinary people make a living Eat, the nobles will have a better meal. It doesn't matter."

Razor sneered disdainfully, and said: "What happened to the end of the world? Could it be that if the world doesn't end, can we live forever? A long life is a lifetime, and a short life is also a lifetime. Anyway, a lifetime, why not live well?"

Netway's hand stopped for a moment, and he said immediately: "That's a good point, Fassnut. I love you even more now."

Razor couldn't help asking her, "What's good about me?"

"What's wrong with you?" Netway asked him back, "You are young and handsome, your eyes are more charming than sapphires. You are a martial artist, but your skin is fairer than a girl. You are so powerful and upright, oh, You are still cultivated and polite..." She put her hands together like a devout believer, "I can't find a better boy than you!"

"But I don't have hands."

"For me, it's better if you don't have hands."

Razor asked displeasedly: "What's so good about it?"

"You have no hands, so I can take care of your life." She stroked the severed limb of the razor, "I like this, I like to take care of others."

Razor smiled and said, "I can't see that."

"It's just that you don't know." Netway stroked his hair, "Who do you think took care of those beasts in the arena? Those big cats and bears were all raised by me, and I fed them so strong Got it!" she said excitedly.

Razor wondered: "Shouldn't the beasts in the arena be hungry? Hungry beasts are fierce."

"Yeah, that's why Kaoda sent them to the cafeteria and gave me a bear's paw." When talking about this, Netway gritted his teeth with resentment on his face, "It's a good thing you killed him I have avenged my children."

I really don't know her at all, thought Razor.

"So don't think so much, I just like to take care of you." Netway hugged his neck from behind, "You are cuter than a big cat."

Razor said to her: "I only like women who are stronger than me."

"I'm not weaker than you."

"But you lost to me."

Knightway laughed and said in a provocative tone, "Then do it again! You won't refuse the challenge, Razor?"

Razor wouldn't shy away from a challenge, and Razor wouldn't shy away from her provocative name.He stood up abruptly and said, "Anytime!" Then he realized that Netwig was staring at his crotch, his eyes straightened.

He plopped back into the water, embarrassed and frightened.Then the woman laughed and said, "Do you want to fight me with this? Then I'm afraid I'm no match."

"Shut up, bitch!" Razor roared, but his face had turned redder than her hair.

Netway took the opportunity to press a kiss on his face, and Razor tried to push her away, but he had no hands, no metal around him to manipulate.

"The rest will be done after I conquer you," the woman proudly raised her head and folded her arms, "I will definitely get you, my boy."

I made a mistake letting her out, Razor thought, I'm asking for trouble.

The next morning they had breakfast downstairs.Having had a good night's rest, Razor has regained his strength.In the morning he asked for something light to eat, some hardy greens from the tavern, and some frozen mushrooms, which he asked the cook to make into soup; besides that, some cheese.

Halfway through the meal, Dreyer's laughter came from outside. "Hahahaha! My good brother, how did you sleep last night?" Razor raised his head, and saw the housekeeper smiling like a happy son.

"Okay." He continued to eat.

Dreyer sat down in front of him and asked, "How is your health? Can you still fight?"

Razor raised his head, looked at the smiling mustache in front of him, and said, "Who else do you want to kill?"

"No, no!" Dreyer quickly waved his hand, "I'm not a murderous butcher, I'm a businessman. I want you to come with me to discuss business with the people from Wolf Rock."

The razor interrupted the power of thought, and the spoon fell into the bowl with a clang, "What is there to talk about? Aren't the people from the Langshi clan the same? I can kill them all!"

The butler quickly waved at him and said, "Don't, don't, don't! My good brother! Let's just talk, don't kill anyone!"

Razor said, "You think I can't beat them?"

"That's not what it means!" Dreyer grinned and explained to him, "brother, you know, I'm a businessman, how can a businessman kill people at will? If the notoriety of this butcher spreads, then I will Will this business continue in the future? Huh?"

Razor frowned and said, "It's not you who killed me! What does it matter?" He just wanted to kill those bastards.

Dreyer laughed now, and said: "I have nothing against you, Fassnut. I mean—" He stood up, and whispered in Razor's ear, "You can't be in my Do it on the ground, and when they leave, you can deal with it as you like!"

"Okay!" Razor said in a low voice.

So they came to the territory of the Langshi clan in the morning.The Langshi clan's stockade is in the mountains to the west of Rotten Flesh Beach, where there is a city walled with pine wood.The outside is full of spiked wooden stakes, and there are many corpses hanging on a crooked tree at the door, and crows are pecking at the eyes of the dead.

Dreyer had someone pull a cart covered with canvas.There was a foul stench in there, and although Razor didn't see it, he could guess what was in there.Then Sariva, Dreyer's subordinate, shouted loudly: "The mayor of Rotten Flesh, Dreyer? Hansrock has something to do with the patriarch of the Wolfstone Clan, Gray Wolf Deke! Please come out and speak!"

A sentry appeared on the wooden thorn tower. The man was dressed in animal skins and his face was painted with black and white oil paint.He looked down and said loudly: "What are you? My grandpa won't come out to meet guests, so I'm here to talk about something!"

Dreyer smiled, and he winked at Sariva.Sariva also sneered, and put the canvas on the car, "Wow!"