Personality V: I will save everything

Naib was simply helpless against old man Balk! Just a moment without noticing, this stubborn old man actually locked himself in the mysterious laboratory like a naughty child.

What's even more troublesome is that, perhaps because of the last experience of being forcibly dragged out of the laboratory by Naib, he learned his lesson, and this time he simply replaced the door of the laboratory with a thick and sturdy iron plate.

Naib walked helplessly to the tightly closed iron door, stretched out his hand and knocked gently.

As soon as he heard the dull sound, he knew in his heart that this door was really solid. It seemed impossible to force his way in.

"Come on, old man Balke, you're so awesome. I won't go in and catch you this time. But I will still ask the servants to leave meals at the door on time three times a day. You must remember to eat well. If you starve yourself, Alice and Orpheus will be worried to death." Naib shouted loudly while standing outside the door.

Oddly enough, this trick worked. Every time Naib went to check, he would find that the food that was originally placed at the door had disappeared, and it was obvious that Mr. Balk had taken it into the house.

The empty tableware was neatly placed outside the door, as if telling Naib: "Don't worry, I'm full!"

How to describe Naib's move? Using the emperor to control the princes?

Although this description is quite strange, but...it seems to be quite similar to the current situation.

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Then again, the mission that Frederick had originally assigned to him had already been completed. Now that the mission was completed, he could have gone back.

However, Baron Deros conquered him with his noble character (a warehouse of food), and he decided to stay here, at least to protect their safety in the future.

Of course, Baron Dros had also asked Naib with anticipation: "I wonder if you could introduce me to a few guards as capable as you?" His words were full of recognition of Naib's abilities and his desire for new guards.

Well, to put it bluntly, what Baron Dross really wants to ask is that since Naib was once a mercenary, he must have made many acquaintances with his peers.

And given Naib's outstanding skills and experience, he must know many strong and trustworthy colleagues. It would be great if he could recommend these people to me.

However, this request really made Naib feel embarrassed. You know, he has always been a loner and has his own way in the mercenary circle.

This is not only because he himself does not like to communicate too much with his colleagues, the more important reason is that those guys are unwilling to deal with Naib at all!

No matter where you are, people in any region always seem to have a certain degree of xenophobia.

For Naib, the situation was even worse. His short stature and facial features that were obviously different from those of English people made him discriminated against and neglected in that environment. Naturally, he had almost no interactions and intersections with the people around him.

"And listen to my advice. It's best not to think about hiring any long-term mercenaries to be your bodyguards."

This is really a piece of advice from Naib. As an eyewitness, he has the right to speak on how dirty the mercenary circle is.

If you just hire this person for a short period of time, giving him money on one hand and a head on the other, then it doesn't matter.

However, long-term employment will nourish the greed in those guys' hearts. They may not be satisfied with the current price and deliberately create something dangerous so that their employers can increase their commissions. Or they may be instigated by higher commissions and become a sharp weapon that will hurt their real employers.

All in all, it is not a safe idea to hire some mercenaries as your bodyguards for a long time.

"Then again, as a baron, don't you have your own men?"

Naib would not say such a thing directly, so he asked Baron Deros in a roundabout way, "Don't you have your own soldiers? You are a nobleman!"

Coincidentally, there really isn’t one.

The current system is no longer the feudal one of the past. Yes, there are still nobles and noble status, but this is more of a symbol. The current social system has long been transformed in the direction of capitalism. If nobles have their own soldiers, it has become an illegal act. You can have your own servants, but you absolutely cannot have soldiers who you drive around at will.

"From this perspective, this is indeed a big problem..."

Naib didn't understand these at first. After all, he was a Nepalese. Although he had lived in England for a long time, he didn't bother to understand the system here.

But then again, this would be quite troublesome.

Baron DeRoss could not have well-trained soldiers under his command, and he also could not hire some people to be his bodyguards for a long time, because hiring those people for a long time would also create new dangers around him in disguise.

"...In that case, Baron Delos, I will teach you a trick."

This is something that actually happened to Naib when he was still a mercenary.

He was hired by a nobleman to guard their garden for a month.

Ah, don't think that mercenaries only take on missions like murder and robbery. Sometimes, for example, when they are short of funds, they will also take on odd jobs.

The mission was simple, it was just to protect the flowers in their garden. Once they arrived, Naib simply took the money and left without doing anything else.

It was not until later that he heard that a mercenary had died unexpectedly while performing a mission for his employer.

This didn't seem like a big deal, it was too common. Mercenaries risked their lives to make money. It was just that the guy didn't have the skills, so he died.

Originally, this matter should have ended like this, but he just wanted to die. Naib asked extravagantly, who did this guy die while performing a mission for?

The conclusion is that the person who hired the boy was the same employer who had previously hired Naib to help him take care of the garden. Although the content of the employment was different, the term of employment was the same, one month, and the jobs were also the same, all odd jobs.

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"Baron Dros, you should have understood what I've said, right?" Naib said to Baron Dros, playing with the dagger in his hand.

Of course I understand. After doing business for so many years and floating in the aristocratic circle, how could Baron Delos not have even this little bit of scheming?

In fact, this was just a trick played by the noble. He hired some highly powerful mercenaries, but only assigned them some odd jobs, and they were all short-term hires. Once the time was up, he would give them money and let them leave.

But when he really encountered danger, those mercenaries would become his perfect "scapegoats".

After all, apart from anything else, the mercenaries will definitely protect them when they encounter danger. After all, if the employer dies, they will not get any money.

The killers sent over will give priority to dealing with the mercenaries, because if they don't get rid of the mercenaries, they won't be able to get rid of the person they want to kill.

For the mercenaries, this was indeed a terrible strategy. The employers even used a lower price to buy their lives, but it did work for those employers.

"Why are you telling me these things?"

Baron Dros asked this question because he felt that Mr. Naib should not tell him such things. After all, Mr. Naib was once a mercenary, and this kind of thing was a huge conspiracy against mercenaries for them.

Mr. Naib once fell into this scheme. He was lucky enough not to die, but other mercenaries definitely died as a result of this scheme.

Now that Mr. Naib has told him this method, isn't it equivalent to pulling out the arrow that shot himself and then stabbing it into his companion?

"First, mercenaries are paid to do their jobs. They don't have real companions. If our missions conflict, we can always fight each other. Second, Baron Rhodes, you are a noble, so you should know what choice is the most beneficial to you."

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the other side,

I really didn’t expect that a “little guy” would come today!

"Galatea, why are you here?"

Although Miss Lydia was asking herself questions, Galatea was really very purposeful and she walked straight in the direction of Mrs. Bess (the owner of the manor).

"What's the matter, Mrs. Beth? Do you know Galatea as well?"

The forward asked a completely stupid question. Logically, Mrs. Bess should know everyone in the manor in the other world, but the forward's words did serve as a reminder to Galatea.

"Mrs. Beth, I have something to ask you, could you come closer?"

Galatea didn't know what new name the manor owner had given her, but the words just spoken by the forward told her the answer directly, so that she wouldn't let it slip.

"What's wrong? Galatea."

As I walked over, I was still thinking, what on earth had happened? Why did Galatea come to see me out of nowhere? But what happened next completely short-circuited my brain.

"Woo woo ...

Galatea suddenly burst into tears, but no one around her felt sympathy for her, just because Galatea's hands were placed in the wrong place.

“Wow…it’s bigger than mine…why…why do you always have such a great body no matter what…”

"Galatea, there's nothing we can do about this..."

Anyway, could she please take her hands off me? Did she think she was kneading dough?

"I don't care..." Galatea's stubbornness also came up, "You have big breasts when you are a woman, and you have a perky butt when you are a man, I don't care! I'm just so envious, I want to be like that too!!!"

Galatea stood up to a height that allowed her to bury her head between the two huge things on Mrs. Bess's (the owner of the manor) chest.

And that’s exactly what she did.

Galatea broke down and cried in the soft embrace of the manor owner.

She doesn't care....she is just so envious...

In fact, she really couldn't be blamed for being unreasonable. You know, in the entire huge manor, besides herself, there were only the three little carrot-like brothers of Po Lun, plus those cute babies who were still in their infancy.

And all the rest are handsome men and beautiful women who attract attention.

Imagine this! When you are in such an environment, all the women you see are perfect beauties with impressive busts, slim waists and long straight legs.

All the men are tall and strong, with well-defined muscles. They exude a strong scent of male hormones and are handsome and stylish.

Faced with such a scene, I am afraid that anyone would find it difficult to resist the visual impact, and it is inevitable that the psychological defense line would collapse instantly!

After all, how easy is it to remain calm and composed when living in a world surrounded by good-looking people?

What made Galatea even more difficult to accept was that those babies would grow up in the future. Their parents were so handsome and beautiful, and they would definitely not be much worse. By then, she would probably be the only one in the whole manor who looked like an undeveloped girl. She couldn't accept it! ??(?≧□≦?)??

She is so envious!!! She wants this too!!!