Three Philosophical Questions for Travelers

Ramon nodded and said, "You can let Mirsalu try."

"What? A 13-year-old girl to replace Baron Mustang?"

"She is your daughter, and she is the lord of the wild horses. Mirsalu is very smart and courageous. The experience during this period has made her grow a lot. I know she is too young. In fact, she really wants to It will take at least ten years to become the lord of a place. But we can first let the apprentices of Myrick and Ton Deen assist her. This winter, Mirsalu has a very good relationship with these people, I think-"

"No, Ramon, she is too young after all, I want to let her stay in Xiawan, at least until she becomes an adult before letting her go. And do you think Mirsalu would be willing to do such a thing?"

"She fits the bill," Ramon said.

"Being suitable doesn't mean you have to do it, Ramon, human subjectivity is very important, you..." Haiwen stared at Ramon's face for a moment, and said, "Are you feeling... ..."

"I don't regret it." Ramon nodded, "I want this position, so I have to sacrifice some things. Besides, the countess is just a little fatter, and she treats me very well."

That's good, Haiwen thought to himself, Ramon is kind and upright, with a smart mind, and has a bright future in the future, and Xiawan is just his starting point.

After receiving the assistance from Xiawan, Haiwen became more confident to win Pinewood Fort.Now counting the militia, he has more than 4000 people under his command.The troops are properly mixed, trained by smiling cats, and the combat effectiveness will not be too bad.

Now is the time to wait.

That night, Haiwen called his people to hold a tactical meeting in the room.He spread out the map, put it on the sand table, and rehearsed the tactics for attacking Pinewood Castle.Pinewood Castle has no natural dangers, and the castle's defenses are not very strong. However, Haiwen lacks siege equipment. It is difficult to attack the city wall with only a catapult, a few ladders, and some ropes.

But now they were numerous enough to attack the city together from all sides.As long as you choose to sneak attack at night, you can take the castle in one fell swoop.

"I will lead people to raid the east side," the smiling cat volunteered. "In my memory, the east side is the dead corner of the sentry tower, which is the easiest to break through. In the beginning, the other three walls will give enough pressure, and wait for the main force of the enemy to be attracted away." After that, I will attack from the east. I will take the claw ladder, and the soldiers will also choose the best."

"Okay." Haiwen said, "I will lead people to attack from the main entrance on the west, and people are also needed on the south and north."

Ramon said, "I'd like to serve you, but I don't know anything about war."

Haven said: "Ramon, I didn't intend to let you go. You have other missions. During this time, you have to continue to hire scholars, poets, and entertainers to spread our ideas. I want you to put the "Wild Horse" Spreading the names of Wang's "slave liberator" can pave the way for us in the future." Besides... Even if I let you go, the Xiawan sisters will not let you go.

"Yes, my lord." Ramon replied.

Now there is a shortage of people on the north and south walls. I have scholars, merchants, and craftsmen under my command, but I lack generals.A smiling cat alone is not enough.There used to be the slave warrior Hollanger, the bear Brian, the warrior Darithus, and most importantly, Fassnut, and now all of them are gone.Now I have to personally command the frontal battlefield, but I am not made for war, all I can do is wave the flag and shout.

If there is another accident with Smiley Cat one day, there will be no generals in our army at all.

It would be great if Fassnut... hadn't been amputated, Haiwen thought to himself, with him, a Pinewood Castle would definitely be a problem.

Saints, Madonna and Heroes, VII

Saints, Madonna and Heroes, VII

After the army left, Xiongshan City became much quieter. Firstly, people left and the place became vacant. Secondly, the army came in and out, taking away too much wealth from the city.

This place was not originally a prosperous place, but now it looks even more bleak.

Beggars and refugees flocked to the streets again, and the descendants of Poseidon hid in the castle, dreaming and dreaming, regardless of the world.

"Nat, we should go find information first." Netway's voice sounded in his ear.

Netway still followed, and she turned into a red mist and hid under Razor's cloak, so that no one else could see her.

Razor answered her, "I know."

Razor became more cautious the longer he lived, and he became more cautious after each narrow escape.So he first came to the tavern to inquire about the news.

The door of the tavern was closed, as if it was closed to thank guests.But Razor could hear the laughter inside, and thought to himself: This place is only for the poor.

So he pushed the door open.

Laughter and laughter came, followed by warm light and various depraved fragrances.It is the smell of perfumes, spices, food and women.On the big table in the middle, there is a half-naked southern girl dancing. Her body is oiled and exudes a seductive light; at the next table, a man sits on a big sofa, hugging two prostitutes on the left and right.A fat, neckless woman was singing obscene jokes, and a cripple was whistling.

"Don't look at those big-breasted whores!" Knightway yelled in his ear.

Razor is not interested in prostitutes either, this little goblin who hangs on him all day is enough for him, he has no interest in paying attention to other women.

He came to the counter of the tavern and asked the boss for information.The boss is a strong man with rough hands and feet. When he saw Razor sitting down, he came up to say hello: "My lord, what can I do for you?"

You can't be stingy with money to inquire about news. "Have a glass of the most expensive one," he said.

The boss smiled immediately and said, "Please wait a moment." After that, he stepped on a stool and took down a bottle of beautifully packaged red wine from the top of the counter. He put his hand on the cork and said, "Ten gold coins."

"On!" said Razor.

The boss opened the bottle with his bare hands, then filled Razor's glass, and Razor took a sip from the glass with his left prosthetic.The boss looked at him and said, "My lord, you..."

"Don't talk too much if I don't ask you." Razor took out the coin with his mind, and the boss saw the gold coin flying onto the table, his eyes straightened. "Whatever I ask you, just say what you say."

"Yes, my lord!" the hotel owner said in fear.

"How long have you been on?"

"Well... ten years."

"Always at Bear Mountain, right?"

"Yes, all the time."

Razor nodded and said, "Were you there when the Bear Mountain coup took place?"

"I..." The boss rolled his eyes.Razor immediately caught this change in expression, he knew that to inquire about information, he had to use both soft and hard tactics.So he manipulated his mind to pull out the dagger, and the dagger went around a blind spot in his field of vision, and quietly stuck it to the boss's neck.The man probably felt a chill on his neck, and only then did he notice the knife on his neck.He suddenly yelled in fright.

"Quiet," said Razor.

"Ah, yes, yes..." the boss raised his head and said.The tavern is loud and dark, and everyone's eyes are on the strippers, and no one is paying attention.

Razor said: "Don't worry, I'm not investigating the coup. Just tell the truth, I know you are here."

The boss quickly said: "To tell you the truth, I closed the door to thank guests for a few days, and I didn't dare to go out and cause trouble!"

"Then let me ask you, who initiated the coup? Who are the main leaders?"

"The most important person should be Lorelei, the descendant of the sea god." The boss whispered, "The next is the demon monk Putin, the wise man Tang Deen, um... and the Lord of Pinewood Castle, the landlord outside, I don't know the names of these people gone."

Tang Deen?Razor thought to himself, this old man has been uneasy from the beginning.

"Where is Tang De'en?" Razor decided to kill the traitor first.

"I don't know, he organized a prison robbery last year, and there is no news about him after that. Maybe he is dead!"

"Who's in the castle now?"

The boss said in a begging tone: "I don't know, my lord! You can ask someone else."

Razor thought for a while, and asked the most critical question: "Is the original Lord of Bear Mountain, Haven Ambside still alive?"

"Him? He should be..." The boss quietly observed Razor's expression, but Razor's face was hidden in the darkness of the hood, and no one could see it.

"Answer me, what's wrong with him?" Razor's voice dropped.

"Lorelai says he's dead, but in my opinion—"

With a "bang", there was a muffled sound on the razor.The boss was startled and said, "You, what did you do?"

Razor was extremely angry. He wanted to split the table with a knife, but his arm was held down by Netway's red mist. Netway said to him: "Calm down, Nat, it's not time to get angry yet."

"Go on," Razor calmed himself down, "who else died?"

"I... I really don't know anymore! I just know that the original guard captain, Brian the bear, was put in a cell, and some people ran away during the prison break, and, and..." He obviously couldn't say anything.

Razor nodded and said, "I see, I know what to do." A gold coin flew out of his purse, "This is a tip."

"No, no need! You have given enough."

Netway took the coin back for him with the red mist, and said, "Yes, that's enough, and the wine isn't worth ten ducats." She put the money back into Razor's purse, and said, "Nat, You are too bad at managing money, I will manage money for you in the future."

"You manage my money? My money?" Razor frowned.

"Take care of our money." A cloud of red mist smiled in Razor's ear, and upon hearing this voice, Natway's face could emerge in Razor's mind.

"You can do whatever you want," Razor really has no idea about money.

"Okay," said Knightway.

Then the red mist wrapped around Razor, making him feel a slight constriction on his chest and back, and he froze for a moment before realizing that Netway was embracing him.

The two left the tavern, and Razor stood outside looking at Bear Mountain Castle. He thought to himself: I was a cripple with a broken arm when I left here last time, and now...

He didn't know how to evaluate himself now.

He suddenly thought: I left alone, but now I came back with a woman.Is this a good thing?

"What are you thinking?" Netway whispered in his ear.The woman could always detect the slightest change in Razor's mood.

"I'm thinking..." He improvised, "Think about robbing the prison at night." Yes, he decided to rob the prison temporarily.

"That's interesting." The red mist turned into the shape of red lips, and printed a lip print on his neck, "Let's go together, Nat."

Saints, Madonna and Heroes, VIII

Saints, Madonna and Heroes, VIII

At night, Razor and Netway sneaked into the castle.

At this time, it was already dead of night, the gate of the castle was closed tightly, and there were two guards on the city wall chatting while drinking.Razor found a place facing away from the moonlight and prepared to climb the city wall.He replaced the left-hand knife with a rope grappling hook.

The grapple was made of metal and could be controlled by his thoughts, so he used his thoughts to control the claws to fly up the city wall quietly, and then let the claws get stuck on the battlements.Thought power is limited, he can use the metal on his body to pull his body, but he can't hold his own two knives to fly himself into the sky, so he has to use ropes to climb up.

With the built-in mechanism of the hook claw, the rope quickly retracted, and the razor also climbed over the city wall.He landed lightly on the stone bricks without making a sound under his feet.

"Be careful, Razor." Natway would change the address at such times, "The smell is not right here."

Knightway is more sensitive to fierce demons and other evil things than razors. Since she said so, there must be something wrong in Bear Mountain City.Razor quietly jumped down the city wall, and he asked Netway: "Is there really the magic circle you mentioned here?"

"It's not a magic circle, it's something else, Razor, let's go to the dungeon to save people, and leave as soon as we finish."

Razor said, "I'm going to make a scene and kill some people."

"Don't worry, there is still a chance in the future. Just listen to me this time." Natway whispered in his ear, "You can't save too many people even if you go to the dungeon, you can only save three, and I can't take more than three." come out."

Razor asked her, "Are you being too sensitive?"

"We are indeed physically sensitive, but this is not the case." She could speak pornographically from various angles, "Razor, believe me, I am older than you and I have experienced more."

If it were someone else, Razor would definitely fight her to the end.Because Razor is a stubborn and even paranoid person.However, Netwig was an exception. After so many days of getting along, she had already worn out Razor's temperament, so Razor said to her: "Okay, it's up to you."

Razor followed the shadows all the way into the castle, and Netwig, in the form of a wisp of colorless smoke, walked ahead of him, serving as his scout.Therefore, Razor could easily avoid the patrolling guards every time. He hid in the shadows, corners, under the table and behind the tapestries, and came to the entrance of the dungeon without any risk.

There were two jailers at the gate of the dungeon, one was fast asleep, and the other was drinking alone, and seemed to be half-drowsy.Razor raised the knife in his left hand, and wanted to go up and wipe the guard's neck with a knife. At this moment, a wisp of red mist pressed his hand, "Let me do it." Netway said.

The red mist floated under the man's nose, and the drinking jailer took two puffs, and immediately lost his balance. Within ten seconds, the man fell headlong.The glass wine bottle came out of his hands, but Hong Wu grabbed it in time and placed it firmly on the ground.

"Come on," said Knightway.

This ability is really convenient, Razor thought to himself, I am afraid I will take her with me wherever I go in the future.

Razor found the key from the jailer's waist, opened the door of the dungeon, and went underground along the stairs.The ground was dark, cold and damp, except for an oil lamp on the far wall emitting a dim yellow light.Razor heard snores, coughs, and groans from within.

Razor walked down carefully. He didn't turn on the oil lamp, and his eyes could see things in the dark.He lived in the Bear Mountain Dungeon. There were three floors, the first floor was for men, the second floor was for women, and the third floor was for felons.Each floor is guarded by two or three jailers, and shifts are changed from time to time.However, there was only one guard in the prison this time. Too many people were taken away by the war, and there were not enough manpower in the castle.

Netway put down the guard as usual, and then the two walked into the first floor of the prison.

"Nateway, help me find a man named Brian. This man has a beard and is very strong."

"it is good."

The two moved separately in the prison, the dungeon was full of people, each cell was crowded, and there were all kinds of bad smells in the air.It is estimated that the garrison of Bear Mountain is being imprisoned here, Razor thought to himself.

It was pitch black in the prison, and Razor walked in the corridor. The prisoner couldn't see him, he could only hear his footsteps, so he took him as a jailer.But Razor could see these people, and he didn't find Brian after several circles. At this moment, Netway suddenly flew up from downstairs. She shrank into Razor's clothes and said, "Hide!"

The jailer had a low bed by the door, and Razor stuffed the unconscious jailer under the bed, and he lay on the bed with his face turned inward, covering his body with a quilt.Netway hid in his arms and said, "It's a monster."

Fiend?Just as Razor thought of this word, there was a strange sound from downstairs—it was like the whining wind in a cave, or a woman crying.Razor can't see anything with his face in. He has his weapon ready, and if the enemy finds him, he will strike first.

The temperature dropped accordingly, and the energy in the air was sucked away by the fierce monster. Razor realized that the enemy was not an easy thing.The cold wind blew by, but he couldn't look back.There was a dead silence in the cell, the prisoners were silent, even the sound of breathing stopped.

"Don't move." Netway communicated with him with mental power, "This monster didn't find us."

Razor is not afraid of any fierce monsters, but he doesn't want to act rashly until he knows the enemy's intelligence.At this time, the cold wind passed by him, and Razor felt cold all over, giving goose bumps.He thought to himself: How could it be so cold?

He suddenly thought of the Demon God in the Witch's Secret Realm——the Disciplinarian.When the Disciplinarian appeared, he had sucked away the surrounding temperature.

But the Preceptor is dead!Razor killed him himself with the spine of the Earth Mother.

Just then Razor felt something smelling him.He felt something breathing, felt the stench on the back of his neck.

"Don't move!" Netway's voice sounded in his mind, "I've already put the jailer's scent on you, it's all right."

Razor felt the back of his neck itch, and then fear crept up his spine, and his left arm began to shake nervously. "Hold it!" Netway said, "There's more than one, hold it back."