Three Philosophical Questions for Travelers

Led by the guards, she walked through the hall screen and came to the inner courtyard of the castle behind.The history of Fenglei Castle is even older than Bear Castle. According to legend, it was built by the ancients to fight against the demons of the Black Sea—in ancient times, black scale murlocs and tentacle worms would crawl out of the depths of the sea and plunder life on the shore.The great men of the bay built Stormwind to watch over their shores.Today the castle has seen hundreds of owners and countless renovations.The rich Marquis of Eston hung tapestries, repaired floor tiles and city walls, worshiped white porcelain and gilded flowerpots here... All these make the ancient castle magnificent, but the vicissitudes of history still exist-the vicissitudes of life will be Drill out from the cracked bricks, grow out of the dark green vines, and emerge from the ancient well covered with moss.

Some people say that Fengleibao is an octogenarian who keeps changing new clothes, but Laya thinks that Fengleibao has the magical power of turning new clothes into old clothes—the woolen tapestry from the south is stained with the smell of the old sea, and the new rammed Earth, brick and stone, and the gray and black outer city wall are two colors. At the foot of the new tower is a rock wall that has been eroded into thousands of faces by the wind. The old trees and vines with tangled roots are silently laughing at the new bird.

The Marquis of Eston is standing on the balcony at this moment, stepping on this piece of ancestral land - he is 70 years old this year, he is no longer young, but compared with Feng Leibao, he is just a baby.When Laya came to the big balcony, the first thing she saw was the back of Marquis Eston. Marquis Eston was a fat man, weighing about three hundred catties.His family - the Mundalia family stood in the right team 200 years ago and was the first to fall to the northerners. Therefore, the family is the most intact and sealed the most fertile land in the Gulf.The Mundalia family has a prosperous population, and the main family Mundalia has 32 males, two of which are Satria and Dulalia.The Satteria family has a fief in the Reach, and the Earl of Satteria represents Wind Thunder Castle in the civil war in the Reach, so as to fight for rich land and control the rich canals; and the Dulalia family has a wealthy daughter Hong Kong, constantly providing financial support for Fengleibao.

Therefore, the Mondalia family has been shrewd businessmen since ancient times, and it is the same with the Marquis of Eston.

When the Marquis of Eston took over Fengleibao, this rich land was already heavily in debt, and the two major collateral families were also coveting the position of the main family.However, the Marquis resolved the debt crisis within ten years and kept the debt within a tolerable range; at the same time, he also fought one by one, weakened the power of the two collateral families, and regained Mondalia The head of the family; in the end, he also increased his weight by two hundred catties during his tenure.

So Laya dare not underestimate such a person—fat people should be taken seriously.

Besides the fat Marquis there were two men on the platform, one sitting and one standing.Laya who was sitting knew her. It was Putin, the priest of the sea god. Like her, she was a frequent visitor to the Marquis's house, and she was regarded as a close friend; but she didn't know the other one.

But that man was standing beside the Marquis, he was leaning against the wall of the platform, his posture was very relaxed, it seemed that he was more like the master than the Marquis.

Laya's face turned serious—I might be in trouble, she thought.

Raya in Stormwind Hold, [-]

Raya in Stormwind Hold, [-]

She didn't go up to say hello immediately, but looked at the back of the strange man from a distance.

It was a thin, even petite man, not tall, with narrow shoulders, and beautiful long golden hair. If he hadn't been wearing a man's toga, Laya would have taken him for a woman.He rested his arms on the stone wall of the balcony, leaned out half of his body, and chatted with the marquis about interesting things about Fengleibao in a very soft voice - Laya heard a few words, such as spices, fishing boats and bed slaves.

At this time, Putin, who was sitting at the table, raised his head, and the eyes of Laya and the demon monk collided.

The Priest of the Sea God Sect, Grilas Vladimir Putin, was born in the coldest northern plateau in the Gulf. He is now the most prestigious and powerful figure in the Sea God Sect, and it is said that he can command tens of thousands of followers.This is a man with an extremely evil appearance. Although Laya does not judge people by their appearance, it has to be said that this man is frightening - he has a beard that is a thousand times darker than ink, and the straight tip of the beard reaches his chest , like an upside-down sword; above the beard is a pair of huge eyes, his eyes are small and the white of the eyes is big, the moment they look at each other can break the courage in a person's heart, and even capture his soul.Legend has it that this demon monk is proficient in the ancient and evil black sea witchcraft, and it is also said that he had sex with murlocs, thus gaining the evil power of the sea banshee.

But Laya was not afraid of his gaze, they glanced at each other, and then both ignored each other—Putin continued to read with his head down, and Laya didn't say anything.

She and the demon monk Putin are rivals here, but strangers elsewhere.They all know it.

It's almost time to say hello—the actors are all waiting for her to speak. Once she speaks, today's play can start.

So she said, "Lord Eston, long time no see!"

Then Marquis Eston turned his head, revealing a wrinkled and bloated face. His body was puffy, his internal organs were aging, and his skin was morbidly pale.

He smiled and said: "Oh! Laya, you are back. I have been sick again these days, but I hope you come back every day!" Then Putin stood up and saluted her, saying: "Mr. Chairman."

Laya returned the salute, "Master Sacrifice."

The three people were already in place, but the small man still looked out of the platform and didn't look back.After waiting for three seconds, the Marquis called him and said: "Laya, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Nemendus. Awen, please introduce yourself to her. I am a fat man with a stupid mouth, and I can't explain clearly." Yes." The lord laughed as he said, the flesh on his face trembling wildly.

At this moment the man came back.

The opponent's first confrontation is often not with swords and fists, but with eyes.But if eyes are compared to swords, then this man has a pair of gorgeous weapons.

The man's eyes have a peculiar charm. Laya practiced daily, and her body and mind had already escaped from the world. However, when her eyes met, she still felt her heart beat faster—it was a complex emotion, including a woman's love for beauty, love for beauty. wonder, and fear.

What a beautiful man, she thought.He was born to hunt women. The demon monk Putin's evil charm is not worth mentioning compared to him.

Every second their eyes meet, Laya feels her body and mind degenerate, and she feels that she will be inseparable from this man immediately.At this time, she heard a sarcastic voice from behind, and she heard the demon monk say: "Hey! It seems that Mr. Awen is very powerful, even the saint's heart is moved!"

"Nonsense!" Laya hurriedly looked away, feeling hot on her face.She believed that she was temporarily flustered because of surprise, but she would not really fall in love with a man at first sight like a young girl.In her 20 years of practice, she is used to the warmth and coldness of human relationships and life and death, and she has learned how to control her emotions.

The man bowed gracefully, and said: "Miss, I don't mean to offend you. But you are so beautiful, I couldn't help but take a second look." His voice matched his excellent appearance and fit.

"No..." Laya knew that she had already lost the first round, but she didn't expect that she would lose in such a way that would hurt her face.At the moment she still couldn't figure out what the man had just done to fascinate her so much—was it magic?Did he use some kind of fancy magic?

"I'm just a monk, so good or bad looks are meaningless."

"Oh, I think your character is as good as your appearance." He spit out comforting words of praise again, but Laya knew that this kind of comfort is poison to anesthetize people—generally simple-hearted people, It's hard to keep saying happy things.

"Haven't you asked your honorable name?"

"Ah, I'm sorry." He said with a smile, "My lord, Awen Nemendus, is a businessman from the south. Thanks to the appreciation of the Lord, I am here as a guest." After he finished speaking, he bowed lightly , When he stood up straight, there was a soft wind blowing from the north, and his long golden hair moved with the wind, and the beach of Jinsha Castle in July was not as beautiful as that golden hair.

Are you a businessman?If the businessmen were like you, then all the girls in the bay area might be sold to the south.Laya didn't believe that he was an ordinary businessman. She asked the man named Awen, "Are you really a businessman? I don't think you look like it."

"You think I'm lying?"

"Life is always accompanied by lies, and it is not surprising to lie."

Ah Wen showed a terrified expression for a moment, and then he covered his heart and said like a innocent girl who was wronged: "Ah! Don't say that, I am a clean and honest gentleman, and I never lie. "

Honest people don't describe themselves that way.Laya thought to herself, forget it, everyone present is a liar, even myself, and not one more.

At this moment the Marquis said: "Okay, let me introduce you—Awen, this is Laya, the chairman of the White Clothes Society. She cured my three chronic diseases and prolonged my life by at least ten years!"

Ah Wen just bowed this time, but didn't say anything unnecessary.He is very good at controlling the scale between people, because if he says a word of flattery at this moment, Laya will hate him.However, he just bowed, which made Laya unable to hate him-although they had a round of confrontation, Laya did not have any ill feelings towards him, Laya was just a little afraid of him.

Then the Marquis said to Laya: "This is Arvin, he is not lying, he is indeed from the south. His merchant ship is parked in the port, full of spices, slaves, and many things I have never seen Oh, don’t be in a hurry to leave tonight! Laya, I’m going to treat you well, just to show you something new brought by Awen! Mr. Chairman, you won’t be disrespectful, will you?”

Laya quickly said: "How could that be? I'm very honored." She saluted as she spoke, but when she raised her head, she immediately felt three gazes—the monster monk with a crooked smile and a hideous face; the Marquis smiled happily, It was like eating honey; Awen Nemendus didn't smile this time, his eyes stayed on Laya's face, but Laya didn't dare to look up at him.

It seemed that the real contest was at night, and Laya became anxious.

Raya in Thunderbolt, [-]

Raya in Stormwind Hold, [-]

She didn't go up to say hello immediately, but looked at the back of the strange man from a distance.

It was a thin, even petite man, not tall, with narrow shoulders, and beautiful long golden hair. If he hadn't been wearing a man's toga, Laya would have taken him for a woman.He rested his arms on the stone wall of the balcony, leaned out half of his body, and chatted with the marquis about interesting things about Fengleibao in a very soft voice - Laya heard a few words, such as spices, fishing boats and bed slaves.

At this time, Putin, who was sitting at the table, raised his head, and the eyes of Laya and the demon monk collided.

The Priest of the Sea God Sect, Grilas Vladimir Putin, was born in the coldest northern plateau in the Gulf. He is now the most prestigious and powerful figure in the Sea God Sect, and it is said that he can command tens of thousands of followers.This is a man with an extremely evil appearance. Although Laya does not judge people by their appearance, it has to be said that this man is frightening - he has a beard that is a thousand times darker than ink, and the straight tip of the beard reaches his chest , like an upside-down sword; above the beard is a pair of huge eyes, his eyes are small and the white of the eyes is big, the moment they look at each other can break the courage in a person's heart, and even capture his soul.Legend has it that this demon monk is proficient in the ancient and evil black sea witchcraft, and it is also said that he had sex with murlocs, thus gaining the evil power of the sea banshee.

But Laya was not afraid of his gaze, they glanced at each other, and then both ignored each other—Putin continued to read with his head down, and Laya didn't say anything.

She and the demon monk Putin are rivals here, but strangers elsewhere.They all know it.

It's almost time to say hello—the actors are all waiting for her to speak. Once she speaks, today's play can start.

So she said, "Lord Eston, long time no see!"

Then Marquis Eston turned his head, revealing a wrinkled and bloated face. His body was puffy, his internal organs were aging, and his skin was morbidly pale.

He smiled and said: "Oh! Laya, you are back. I have been sick again these days, but I hope you come back every day!" Then Putin stood up and saluted her, saying: "Mr. Chairman."

Laya returned the salute, "Master Sacrifice."

The three people were already in place, but the small man still looked out of the platform and didn't look back.After waiting for three seconds, the Marquis called him and said: "Laya, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Nemendus. Awen, please introduce yourself to her. I am a fat man with a stupid mouth, and I can't explain clearly." Yes." The lord laughed as he said, the flesh on his face trembling wildly.

At this moment the man came back.

The opponent's first confrontation is often not with swords and fists, but with eyes.But if eyes are compared to swords, then this man has a pair of gorgeous weapons.

The man's eyes have a peculiar charm. Laya practiced daily, and her body and mind had already escaped from the world. However, when her eyes met, she still felt her heart beat faster—it was a complex emotion, including a woman's love for beauty, love for beauty. wonder, and fear.

What a beautiful man, she thought.He was born to hunt women. The demon monk Putin's evil charm is not worth mentioning compared to him.

Every second their eyes meet, Laya feels her body and mind degenerate, and she feels that she will be inseparable from this man immediately.At this time, she heard a sarcastic voice from behind, and she heard the demon monk say: "Hey! It seems that Mr. Awen is very powerful, even the saint's heart is moved!"

"Nonsense!" Laya hurriedly looked away, feeling hot on her face.She believed that she was temporarily flustered because of surprise, but she would not really fall in love with a man at first sight like a young girl.In her 20 years of practice, she is used to the warmth and coldness of human relationships and life and death, and she has learned how to control her emotions.

The man bowed gracefully, and said: "Miss, I don't mean to offend you. But you are so beautiful, I couldn't help but take a second look." His voice matched his excellent appearance and fit.

"No..." Laya knew that she had already lost the first round, but she didn't expect that she would lose in such a way that would hurt her face.At the moment she still couldn't figure out what the man had just done to fascinate her so much—was it magic?Did he use some kind of fancy magic?

"I'm just a monk, so good or bad looks are meaningless."

"Oh, I think your character is as good as your appearance." He spit out comforting words of praise again, but Laya knew that this kind of comfort is poison to anesthetize people—generally simple-hearted people, It's hard to keep saying happy things.

"Haven't you asked your honorable name?"

"Ah, I'm sorry." He said with a smile, "My lord, Awen Nemendus, is a businessman from the south. Thanks to the appreciation of the Lord, I am here as a guest." After he finished speaking, he bowed lightly , When he stood up straight, there was a soft wind blowing from the north, and his long golden hair moved with the wind, and the beach of Jinsha Castle in July was not as beautiful as that golden hair.

Are you a businessman?If the businessmen were like you, then all the girls in the bay area might be sold to the south.Laya didn't believe that he was an ordinary businessman. She asked the man named Awen, "Are you really a businessman? I don't think you look like it."

"You think I'm lying?"

"Life is always accompanied by lies, and it is not surprising to lie."

Ah Wen showed a terrified expression for a moment, and then he covered his heart and said like a innocent girl who was wronged: "Ah! Don't say that, I am a clean and honest gentleman, and I never lie. "

Honest people don't describe themselves that way.Laya thought to herself, forget it, everyone present is a liar, even myself, and not one more.

At this moment the Marquis said: "Okay, let me introduce you—Awen, this is Laya, the chairman of the White Clothes Society. She cured my three chronic diseases and prolonged my life by at least ten years!"

Ah Wen just bowed this time, but didn't say anything unnecessary.He is very good at controlling the scale between people, because if he says a word of flattery at this moment, Laya will hate him.However, he just bowed, which made Laya unable to hate him-although they had a round of confrontation, Laya did not have any ill feelings towards him, Laya was just a little afraid of him.

Then the Marquis said to Laya: "This is Arvin, he is not lying, he is indeed from the south. His merchant ship is parked in the port, full of spices, slaves, and many things I have never seen Oh, don’t be in a hurry to leave tonight! Laya, I’m going to treat you well, just to show you something new brought by Awen! Mr. Chairman, you won’t be disrespectful, will you?”

Laya quickly said: "How could that be? I'm very honored." She saluted as she spoke, but when she raised her head, she immediately felt three gazes—the monster monk with a crooked smile and a hideous face; the Marquis smiled happily, It was like eating honey; Awen Nemendus didn't smile this time, his eyes stayed on Laya's face, but Laya didn't dare to look up at him.

It seemed that the real contest was at night, and Laya became anxious.

Raya in Stormwind, [-]

Raya in Stormwind, [-]

This kind of thinking is really appalling, and Laya subconsciously wants to correct her thinking.Raya said to her:

"But money can't buy dignity, and prostitutes don't have dignity."

Eros smiled and said, "Dignity? My lord, you see there is a beggar woman at the door. She doesn't have enough clothes to eat, and she doesn't dare to bark when a dog urinates at her feet. Do you think she has dignity? I think I have more dignity than her." Laya still remembers that when she said this, she was full of disdain, and she polished her toes while talking.

"At least she's self-reliant."

"I'm also self-reliant, my lord!" She raised her legs high and then put them down, revealing the lace underwear under the short skirt, "It's just a different way."

Laya didn't know what to say to her for a while, so Laya tried to change the subject and said, "Then why do you want to steal?"

"Stealing? Oh, the few times I stole, it was for other people. The first man often drank and beat his wife, and his woman wanted to divorce him, but you also know that our law stipulates that there is no valid reason for women to You can't file for a divorce, and drinking and beating someone is not a valid reason. So I got evidence of his cheating, so I could sue him and save his wife. So I stole a gold handkerchief from him, as if he had been here Evidence of pastime in a brothel. With this thing, a woman can sue him reasonably—of course, he didn't know about it, and he thought he had left it here carelessly. Later, he came to complain to me! Ha! But I didn’t pick him up, that guy is not only corrupt, but also very small, I don’t want to sleep with this kind of man again.”

"It seems that you often do this kind of thing?"

"I do it often, but I missed it last time." She touched the bruise on her face, "The one who stole that time was a political prisoner. I actually didn't let him find evidence this time, but he still treated me. He was suspicious, so he beat me up, and you know what happened afterwards."

"That is to say, you have a legitimate reason for every theft?"

"Yes, after all, I'm not short of money." She smiled confidently.

Raya realizes that she can't change Eros - she doesn't need to change and can't.She is an upright whore, a righteous thief, or a woman with a conscience, or a kind mother.She was not inferior to anyone, but she was not inferior either.

She is a complex collection, and Laya can't peel off any part of her-whether it is good or bad, she is like a city, and a city should have magnificent churches, palaces and beautiful gardens, but it should also There are sewers, slums, and brothels, and when you take any part of it, the city ceases to exist.

Justice is a complex proposition, a thousand people will have a thousand kinds of justice.Since the industry of prostitutes cannot disappear from the world, Laya feels that prostitutes should have the justice of prostitutes.

So she kept Eros, and did not restrict her behavior in free time-provided that she could not do things that would damage the reputation of the White Clothes Society.

Eros is also a person who knows how to repay her kindness. Laya saved her life, so she is loyal to Laya.Now she is the most important intelligence spy of the White Clothes Society. She makes good use of the charm of women and can always find some interesting news.

Finally, there is the veteran—let’s save this for the next chapter. His story is too heavy, and the heart of a saint who is used to seeing life and death will break for him.She didn't want to recall that despair.

There are many people under her command who are of humble origins and even have criminal records—these people in her form an independent faction, separated from the other two chairmen of the White Clothes Society.

But whether it's the White Clothes Society or the Judgment Army, it's just a situation, it's not important.As long as they stay kind and follow me.Raya doesn't like to kill off other people's individuality, as long as they don't go too far.

In the evening, he took Aaron to the Marquis' dinner party.Different from the previous shabby banquet in Bear Mountain, the banquet of the Marquis of Wind Thunder Castle was held in a hall that could accommodate 200 people to eat at the same time.It was a magnificent restaurant, expensive velvet red carpet covered every corner of the hall; delicious food and wine were arranged in an orderly manner on long white cloth tables, exuding a mellow aroma; the bright moon rose from the sea, reflected in the In the room, it is like a silver ballad.

Laya walked through the door and stepped on the soft carpet. It felt like stepping on a soft velvet bed with bare feet—the red carpet was softer than people's clothes, and even stomping made no sound.

Celebrities of Fenglei Castle have already filled the hall. Men wear velvet robes or gorgeous tuxedos, holding wine glasses in one hand, talking and laughing happily with the people around them; Occasionally, she laughs gracefully; unmarried girls wear close-fitting short skirts and lace accessories on their heads; Wait for a gentleman.

The moment Laya entered the arena, she felt many gazes, men and women, acquaintances and strangers, but no one came to greet her, which was unimaginable in the past.She's the star of the intersection scene, and everyone's supposed to be hooking up with her—and while it's easier to say that no one is approaching Laia, the ease is obviously weird.

She vaguely felt that the atmosphere was not right, and this weird atmosphere was revolving around her.

At the end of the center of the hall, under the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, in front of the sea view and the bright moon, there is a round table.In the Gulf region and even the four principalities, those who can make a round table at a banquet are all honored guests.At this moment, there were already three people sitting on the round table: the demon monk Putin was sitting on the right, two seats away from the Marquis; the Marquis' eldest son and third son were sitting on the left, one place apart.According to the rules, Laya should sit on the right side of Putin, that is, the fourth seat to the right of the Marquis, and Aaron has to stand behind her with his back to her—the servants are not eligible to sit down, nor are they eligible to observe the banquet.

The Marquis has four sons and three daughters. Present today are the eldest son Booker and the third son Beard. The former is a kind man in his 40s. An elegant gentleman with a moustache, he stood up from his chair at this moment, came to Laya and said to her, "Ah! Miss Laya, the chairman of the White Clothes Club, you are finally here! You have worked so hard to come all the way from Bear Mountain Ah, I heard that the Xiongshan rebels made a rebellion, so...you shouldn't have been hurt, right?" He raised his brows as he spoke.

When Laya heard this, her heart sank immediately.

"What rebels are making trouble? I don't understand what your Excellency means." She looked at the man and said.

Raya in Stormwind Hold, VII