Three Philosophical Questions for Travelers

Mr. Glasses sneered, the corners of his mouth almost reaching his nose. "Forty? He owes four hundred! This is enough for this year's interest!" The man said and put the money into the drawer.

ah?so much?

Strategizing Dreyer, [-]

Strategizing Dreyer, [-]

Four hundred gold coins can also be paid by Dreyer, but this is not a small amount of money.Back then, Hai Wen bought the mayor with a starting price of only five hundred, and Delaire didn't expect this guy to borrow so much from the bank.

Thanks to this bank for daring to lend him money!

"You lied to me! How could the priest borrow so much money?" Dreyer tried to continue the routine, "The priest stays in the church every day, so how can he spend money? Have you ever seen the priest visit the brothel, or have you seen him play?" dice?"

The guy glared at Dreyer, and said, "Who knows? Anyway, this guy always borrows money, saying that he is raising money for the night god, you..." He stared at Dreyer, his eyes full of suspicion.

Delaire pretended to be a devout believer and said, "I don't believe that the priest would do corrupt things. I will go back and ask him. This money is interest!" Delaire left the bank after finishing speaking.

There are also tips for giving gifts, and it is unfortunate to give them indiscriminately.This time Dreyer was sure that he had figured out the taste of the priest.He must buy the position.With the help of Ye Shen, he can become the king of Rotten Flesh Beach.In this way, he can take possession of Rotten Flesh in the double name of priest and mayor.If he wants to evade taxes in the future, he will put all the wealth in Rotten Routan under the name of Ye Shen.The Flowers family cannot arbitrarily tax the property of the Night God Sect.

This insurance, Delaire must get.

At night, he went back to the hotel to rest, and this time he didn't care about flirting, and directly pressed the water lily on the bed-he had been holding back this anger since he returned from the brothel.It's as if you just drank fake wine, and now you have to rinse your mouth with real wine.

It was already midnight when he came back to his senses, and he hurried to sleep to deal with tomorrow's affairs.

The next day, Dreyer first went to the slave market to buy a child molester and a male prostitute. He let the two guys wash their bodies and dress them up as believers of the night god, and immediately prepared to give them to the priest as gifts.On the other hand, Dreyer prepared a sum of money, four hundred gold coins a little bit, in name: to raise money for the night god.

After getting ready, Dreyer came to the church in the city with the money.

The Night God Church is a steeple building supported by four stone pillars, on which are two hideous gargoyle sculptures, and the stone pillars are tattooed with bats, ancient blood races and women who voluntarily become living sacrifices.

Except for the catacombs of the Necromancer Association, this was the darkest and most eerie temple Dreyer had ever seen.The Night God Sect is the only religion in the Hessen Valley, and it is the spiritual belief of many people. However, this religion looks sinister and evil, not like a good kind.Thinking of this, Dreyer felt a little scared.

But he walked in the door anyway.The gargoyle overhead was staring at him, and he tried not to look up into those terrifying eyes.

Red warm fire and icy blue fire were burning in the main hall, and a few scattered believers were praying in front of the Night God statue.That night the idol hung upside down from the ceiling, like a bat hanging upside down.Night God is a pale man with six pairs of bat wings, blood-red eyes, long black nails, and sharp canine teeth.

This guy looks like an evil god no matter what, Dreyer thought to himself, but this image can indeed make people awe-awe is more than respect.

Dreyer also saluted in front of the Night Idol, and then he walked to the priest on duty and asked him, "Is Father Carlette there? His believers have something to see."

The priest is a young man with a face as white as flour, "Father Carlette is in the middle of his repairs, and he doesn't meet people casually." He said in a dark and thin voice.

This guy must be a eunuch, Dreyer thought. It seems that priests do have unique tastes.

Delaire quietly handed the man a small bag of gold coins, and said, "Excuse me, I do have something important to ask him."

The money is easy to use anywhere, the man put the money bag into his pocket with a blank expression, and then walked to the back hall without saying a word.Dreyer waited in place for a long time before the man came back slowly and said, "Come with me."

Dreyer followed him into the corridor behind the Night God Statue. They went around several times and came to an underground staircase.Delaire frowned and thought to himself: It seems that people in Wine City like to drill underground!

Going down the stairs to the ground, Dreyer saw the true face of Night God.

There is a spacious room on the ground floor, and in the center of the room is a more ferocious statue of the night god.It has a wild beast's big mouth and slender limbs, and six eyes on its face, which is hideous and terrifying.Father Carlette knelt in front of the Night God. The priest was a fat man. The priests of the Night God sect had various precepts to restrict their lives.But there are no dietary requirements, so most of the priests indulge their appetites and eat a lot.

The man turned his head, revealing a fat face with a triple chin. "I heard that my disciples came to me?" He looked Dreyer up and down, "But why don't I know you?"

Delaire smiled and said, "I didn't know each other before, but don't I know him now? My lord, my name is Delaire Hanslock. I'm here today to share your worries."

Father Carlette sneered, and the flesh on his chin trembled, "Sharing your worries? You can't share my worries!" He waved his hand and said, "I know why you came, don't even think about it! The chair under Night God They are all full, and there is no place for you, a new believer!"

What?full?Dreyer frowned, this is different from what Chang Er said!

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Today's Kawen, the number of words is small, sorry.

I haven't been in a good state of mind lately and need to adjust.These chapters were written with little passion.

Strategizing Dreyer, Nine

Strategizing Dreyer, Nine

"What? Full?" Dreyer asked him. "So can we... make a new chair?"

Father Carlette stared at Dreyer with a pair of small eyes hidden in his flesh, and asked him, "There are only so many chairs, what do you say? What do you use?"

Dryer said, "There's a lack of chairs in some places, my lord."

"Like what?" The priest found a rug and sat down, but Dreyer had nowhere to sit.

"Like Meat Banks," Dreyer said.

"Night God will not favor places like Rotten Flesh Beach."

"I will sincerely invite him to come." Dreyer saluted.

"How religious are you?"

"Very pious." Dreyer greeted the attendant next to him and asked him to bring the two slaves in.He introduced the source and purpose of those two people, and the priest accepted the gift with a blank expression; then Dreyer offered gold coins and said, "My lord, do you think this is religious enough?"

Father Carlette accepted the gold, and his expression did not loosen at all.The fat man drooped his face and said, "Pious believer, I have indeed received your sincerity. If there is a good chair, I am willing to give you one. But this place is not suitable for Rotten Meat Beach!"

"How do you say it?"

The priest waved away the attendants, and then said to Dreyer alone: ​​"Because the people in the rotten meat beach are blasphemy."

Delaire pretended to be frightened and asked, "Who dares to blaspheme the gods?"

The priest said: "It's not that we didn't think about evangelizing in the Rotten Flesh Beach, but there were some robbers and wizards there. They hurt our missionaries and robbed our property. Night God is certainly not afraid of these bastards, but... ..." He pondered for a while, "But due to various complicated reasons, this matter has been dragging on. Can you understand me when I say this, devout believer?"

Oh, I see, Dreyer thought, it's because of the Wolfstone clan and the Necromancer Society.

The guy continued, "So, godly boy! I'm afraid you'll be torn to shreds by those thugs, and I can't give you this chair. But, I can take the money." He chuckled, "This is your Pious proof, God bless you!"

Dare this guy want to charge me for nothing?Dreyer hates people who take money and do nothing.There is also a way to steal, and corruption must also follow the rules of corruption!You fucking took money and didn't do anything, this is the worst corrupt official!

"Hey, my lord, you don't know something." Dreyer stopped the guy, "The Rotten Flesh Beach has changed hands. One of the Necromancer Association and the Wolfstone Clan have been wiped out, and the other has been exiled. You don't have to worry." The blasphemer' thing."

The priest smiled and said, "Did the Marquis send troops? Why haven't I heard of this?"

"This has nothing to do with the Marquis, it was done by me, the mayor." Dreyer straightened his collar and said, "The gangsters are acting recklessly on my territory, so I will give them all... um... according to the law dealt with."

The priest's expression changed into a half-smile, and he said: "As far as I know, bandits are rampant in Rotten Flesh Beach. If you want to suppress bandits, you can't do it without five hundred regular troops. Mayor, don't worry about your town. Is the chief true or false, even if you are the mayor, can you still have a private army? Five hundred private troops are enough for you to be a baron." He raised five carrot-like fingers and waved them in front of Dreyer's eyes. shake.

Dreyer said: "First of all, I have to tell you that I am indeed the mayor of Rotten Meat Beach." Dreyer said and showed the priest the ID he carried with him.The priest took the document and examined it carefully, then said, "This should be true."

"It's true!" Dreyer said, "If you don't believe it, you can go to the castle to check. Dreyer Hanslock, appointed by the Marquis, is the legal mayor."

"Dreyer Hanslock... Oh, I saw you at the wine conference. I remember you were a wine businessman before." The priest threw the document back to Dreyer, and said immediately: "Well, even if you It's true—" The fat man raised his head and straightened his face, "I don't believe you can do it either. I've seen the bandits in the Rotten Flesh Beach, whether it's the Necromancer Association or the Wolf Rock, they are not what you can do. It's settled. You are not a nobleman, and you have no soldiers."

Dreyer laughed angrily and said, "Then how can you trust me?"

The priest said: "You don't need to lie to me, I don't care what you have to kill the blasphemous robber, I—" He coughed dryly, "It's not that I don't mind, it's that God doesn't mind. Night God allows wicked people to exist, this world Where there is light, there is darkness. The villain exists to highlight the good. All I want to say is, Derell Hanslock, I can give you a new chair, a new chair at Rotten Flesh, but I only want you to Give me what? Just these few gold coins? There are two more..." He glanced at the child molester and male prostitute, and sneered, "Pious believer?"

Dreyer realized the guy had a bigger appetite than he thought. "It depends on what you want, my lord priest. I am very pious." He saluted as he said.

The priest said, "Night is about to wake up, do you know that?"

It's no secret, Dreyer thought, that's what people say these days, wizards and astrologers and witches and liars, and people in Liquor City say that Night is awake.It's just that people's rhetoric is different. Some people say that the night god will help them survive the mass extinction, and some say that the night god will come to punish human beings and kill all those who open their eyes in the dark.

"I know." Dreyer replied.

"In order to welcome him, we need to prepare luxurious palaces, beautiful wine, and virgins as pure as snow. All of this requires money. Only when the night god is satisfied, can Wine City, Hessen Valley, and even the whole world escape the catastrophe. Therefore..." He laughed greedily, "I need your support, a pious, wealthy, and kind businessman, the mayor of the town, Mr. Delaire Hanslock. I will let you in the Rotten Flesh To serve, but you also have to give a little gold."

"Just tell me, how much?"

The man smiled and said, "In the future, I will pay half of the tax that Wine City will charge you. In this way..."

"Do all the priests of the churches charge this money?" Dreyer interrupted, "How dare you all be half lords? Does Liquor City agree?"

The priest quickly shook his head and said, "That's not true, don't talk nonsense! Only you charge this money, because your chair is extra custom-made."

What nonsense!Dreyer thought to himself, this guy just wants to kill me because he thinks I'm rich!

Dreyer didn't want to be taken for a ride—half the tax?What is he thinking?

"This price is too outrageous, my lord. No matter how pious I am, I can't afford this money. You can't do business like this, it's difficult!" Dreyer's attitude gradually became tougher. San, I can't buy chairs, and you can't make money either!"

The other party didn't want to let go: "I also know that this is a bit embarrassing, child. But we really need the money now, Ye Shen's awakening is not a joke."

Afterwards, they bargained for another hour, and finally the priest refused to let go.In desperation, Dreyer just left.Before leaving, the other party insisted on leaving his gift, saying it was dedicated to Ye Shen.

Dreyer seldom suffers this kind of disadvantage. After he came out, he spat at the door and thought to himself:

It seems that I have to give him some ruthlessness!

Strategizing Dreyer, X

Strategizing Dreyer, X

Dreyer returned to the hotel at noon and ate something casually.He called Water Lily and said, "You can go shopping with me this afternoon."

"Ah? Sir, do you want to buy me clothes?" The corner of the girl's mouth curled up.

"It's work clothes," Dreyer emphasized.

"Oh." Her expression darkened, and she nodded meekly.

Dreyer took her to the tailor shop and asked the tailor to order a set of white nun clothes, but the details were different from ordinary clothes.Dreyer said to the man, "Patterns do this." He drew the man a picture of a bat hanging upside down and a moon with eyes.The tailor glanced at it, and his face immediately turned pale. He quickly waved his hands and said, "I can't do it, I can't do it! This kind of clothes are not for ordinary people, this lady..." The tailor looked at the water lily, hesitating to speak.

Dreyer said: "Just do it, this is the wife of the night god, the real saint of worshiping the moon."

"Unless you can show your ID, otherwise..." the tailor wiped his sweat, "I dare not make this dress casually!"

"Take it off," Dreyer said to Lily.

The girl froze for a moment, then took off a little of her blouse, revealing the tattoo of Pale Moon on her shoulder for the tailor to see.The tailor looked carefully through thick spectacles, and the lily pads trembled as he watched.Dreyer glared at him and said, "Have you seen enough?"

"Enough is enough!" The tailor with thick glasses nodded repeatedly, "I'll just make clothes!"

"Okay, ship it as soon as possible, we will have it soon."

"I'll work all night!" he said.

Dreyer was very satisfied and gave him a few tips.Then Dreyer took the water lily to the castle in the wine city to find the butler there.

There are four butlers in Wine City, and Dreyer is looking for the one with the most frustrated job among them.

He had heard of the man before from Long Ears, the steward's name was Wick Hamm, or Sour-Eyed Wick because he had a disease in one eye.Sour-eyed Wick was originally the chief executive, but because he didn't like his appearance and was framed by his peers, he was demoted later.Now this person is just waiting to die, does not do anything and does not make mistakes, occasionally collects money from outside, and lives a life of luxury and money for a few days.

This kind of person is the best to do things, Dreyer thought to himself, this kind of person is not greedy, and he will definitely do things after receiving money, because he knows how to restrain himself, he just wants to make a little money, and he doesn't want to cause trouble.

Sour Eyes Wick is a hunchbacked middle-aged man with a receding hairline and deep-set eye sockets.He was chewing sour leaves when Dreyer approached him.After chewing that thing, people's mouth becomes hot and numb, and their brains will drift like drunk, which is said to be addictive.Dreyer rejects everything that can make him addicted. Compared with the pleasure of addiction, he hopes to maintain a calm and rational mind.

The two exchanged a few polite words, and then Dreyer got straight to the point.

"My lord, I want to ask you to do something." Dreyer said and put a small bag of gold coins on the man's desk. The other party glanced at it and said, "Let's talk about the matter first, and then get the money."

Dreyer said with a dry smile: "I just want to ask my lord, is there any water lily among the night saints registered in the castle?" He asked water lily, "This girl should be the recorded saint, please excuse me Check it out, if not, please add it."

Water Lily is an "extra-staff saint".Every time it comes to the year of sacrifice, the Night God Sect will offer sacrifices to the gods, but besides the Night God Sect, the nobles of the wine city will also offer sacrifices.The water lily is the saint of nobles.The nobles approached Necromancer Aridan to order a "living sacrifice".Aridan cultivated water lilies.

Therefore, there is no her name in the Night God Sect, but she has a record in the castle.Dreyer intends to take advantage of Water Lily's identity. Before that, he must be recognized by the nobles.

Sour Eye looked at the water lily with his good eye, and said, "Where did this girl come from?"

"It's from Aridan, Necromancer Society," Delaire said.

"Oh?" Sour-eyed Wick looked at the water lily, then at Dreyer, and then he laughed, and said, "So it's you! You're the one from Rotten Flesh, um... Dreyer Hanslock?"

He was able to hand over his full name, which surprised Dreyer.Dreyer asked: "You know me?" I've never met you!

"Guess." Soureye Wick spat tawny saliva into the spittoon, and then went on to chew the sour leaves.

Dreyer said, "Then... can you do me a favor?"

"That cargo of Aridan, the water lily, she was on record. That's all right." He chewed hard twice, spat out the sour leaf, then wiped his mouth, and asked Dreyer: "But how did this person get into your hands?"

"Ah, the Necromancer Association has—"

"I know the Necromancer Association is gone!" Sour Eyes interrupted Dreyer, "I'm asking, how did this person get into your hands?"

Dreyer said: "I am the mayor of Rotten Flesh Beach. The members of the Necromancer Association have broken the law. I will punish them on the spot! If the person dies, the property will naturally be confiscated."

"The confiscation will be confiscated to you? I don't care about other things. This saint is a sacrifice planned by the Lord, and you dare to take it for yourself?"