"What are you writing about? Poem? ”

Prottin finished his housework, wiped his hands with a thick towel, leaned over to Oliver, and looked curiously: "Oops, it's not badly written!" It's just that the words are a little ugly. ”

Oliver was helpless. Because his fingers didn't have much strength, he tied the pen in his hand, and naturally wrote awkwardly.

"By the way, Mr. Lancelot is good at music, why don't you practice the piano and write poetry instead?"

"I've always loved literature, but my teacher loved music, so I've only been writing for years. Now I can't serve the teacher, so it's time for me to change my taste. Oliver smiled and stretched out his hand to complete the poem: "Oh, I'll show you, is there anything suitable for lyrics?" ”

"What do I want to do with this, I'm just a musician, not a bard." Prottin turned around and went to the fireplace to turn the firewood, not taking the manuscript seriously.

"You sing well, why can't you be a bard?"

"You mean, I'm not worthy to be a musician?" Protin raised her voice, but not really angry, because she was smiling.

"Of course not that's what it meant! Your piano skills are great, but in the final analysis, it is only a skill, and it will definitely not reach the peak in this world, and it is inevitable that others will learn it; But your singing voice is a gift from God, unique, and unrepeatable. As long as you sing it, the audience will be fascinated, and then the spirit will be refreshed and vibrant! How can a song that can bring happiness and beauty be hidden and dusted? ”

"Maybe my singing voice is really as good as you say, but should I sing for the sake of this?" Protin thought for a moment and said, "Let's talk to you like this." Everything has to be looked at relatively, there are both good and bad sides. There are many people who are born with extraordinary talents, some are beautiful, some are intelligent, some are eloquent, and some are infinitely powerful. Beautiful people are easy to become the playthings of superiors or be bullied; A wise person will be suspicious of the higher-ups, and even bring disaster to the family; can speak well, but cannot withstand anger and butcher knife; The power is infinite, and it will be sent to the battlefield and die in battle. And those who are mediocre can live in peace because they have no talents. Therefore, only then are wise and foolish, only then are silence golden, and only then are there people who disguise themselves. ”

Oliver was stunned for a moment before he said, "It's a little negative, it's not like what you would say." ”

"It's not negative, it's just resigned to being ordinary. I just want to live a good life, and I don't want to get involved in too many people and things. ”

"What you say actually makes sense." Oliver raised his hand and laughed at himself, "If I had understood earlier, this hand would have been fine." ”

"Don't think about it, the past is gone, and men don't regret what they did." Protin put on gloves and took out the pot from the fireplace and scooped the milk from the pot. When the milk is boiled like this, the heat in the room smells of milk. "Anyway, I think it's good to be a musician."

"Okay. But I still think that your singing should be heard by more people. ”

"What's the use? If you sing it, you won't necessarily have world peace. Some hot, wait five minutes before drinking. Protin placed the cup on the table and yawned shallowly.

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The Empire of Twilight, Snow City.

In Necronomicon, the weather is always gloomy and miserable, but that doesn't dilute the heat of the harbor.

As the ship enters the minced waters, it retracts its sails and slows down slowly, because there are many things floating on the surface of the water that can brake the boat and at the same time make the waterline of the hull stained with sticky corpse oil. These boats, which travel between humans and the dead, also need to be maintained frequently, because the minced waters are rich in nutrients, and the most important thing to keep is the ship lice, and if you are not careful, the boat can be bored. This is not a joke, a sunken ship was hoisted up a few days ago, and the ship lice crawling on the keel are the size of a basin, and they can be used as a meal when they are fried.

When the ship docked, a helper came and shouted and gesticulated so that the sailors could determine the position of the anchor. The helpers gathered more often around the passenger ships and less at the merchant ships, because the merchant ships had sailors and there was no need for outsiders to move goods. At the side of the big ship that had just entered the port, the helpers eagerly gathered in front of the ladder: "Master, do you want to carry the luggage?" "They also do the business of adventurers, and although adventurers don't have suitcases at all, they need to have a guide when they first arrive.

A bejeweled, white and chubby middle-aged man got off the boat and shouted, "Cold! How is it so much colder than other places! ”

"That's because of the clouds of death in the sky, sir. If you think about it, the sun doesn't rise, so it's cold here. A helper wearing a "necromantic mask" posted it and smiled with a low brow.

Seeing the skeletal face suddenly appear, the fat man jumped back and scolded: "Damn, I'm scared to death!" It's obviously a living person, why are you wearing this thing? ”

The helper scratched his head in embarrassment: "Hehe, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, if I don't wear it, I won't be able to get along in the Dusk Empire." ”

"Wherever there is a ready-to-wear store, I'll go buy a dress. Tsk, there are fewer luggage belts. The fat man pointed to the one-meter-and-five-meter-high box behind him (which was preventing the other passengers from getting off the boat): "Can you carry it away?" ”

"Yes, yes!"

"How do you count the money?"

"Go only in the harbor, three gold coins; Lead the way, find an inn, seven gold coins. But this box is big, I'll have to find someone to carry it together, and you can give you ten gold coins." ”

The fat man snorted, "It's only ten gold coins!" What is this little money, go, take me to buy clothes first. ”

The helper called a companion and lifted the box: "Master, your first time?" ”

"Hmm." The old man bowed his head very pretty: "I heard that this place is good, let's see if I can invest in building a few points." ”

"Wow, you're a businessman! Is there anything you want to know, just ask me! Ah, by the way, you're a human, and you'll have to go to the official office in Snow City to get the 'Necromantic Mask', and if you want to do business, you'll have to report it. ”

"Wear that thing, it's ugly, I've got better!" The fat man took out a "modified purification mask" from the inner pocket of his clothes and put it on his face, the filter resembling a pig's nose. He smiled smugly: "The investment matter is not in a hurry, let's take a look at the general environment first." ”

"Do you have any acquaintances in the Twilight Empire? If you don't, I'm afraid it's hard to fight with other masters. The helper asked thoughtfully.

The fat man said disdainfully: "What if you don't have it?" What I have is money, smash it all out of a way, can the Bone Tyrant not welcome me! ”

The helper naturally touted again and again, praising the fat man to fly into the sky. The three of them walked to an alley, and the helper said depressedly: "Master, you go in first, it's a bit choking to squeeze such a big luggage into the alley." ”

The fat man readily agreed, one step ahead. The helper followed, put the luggage at the mouth of the alley, and followed sideways. Before the fat man could react, the two helpers pounced on him and broke his neck. However, because the luggage was blocked, passers-by did not notice the small murder.

Then, the attentive helper stared at the pale green pupils, and carried the luggage in alone. He rummaged through it and became angry: "Cut, I just brought eight hundred gold coins, what kind of money do you have, you come here to open a grocery store, right?" ”

The companion was tearing the fat man's arm off and shrugged: "You don't know, which one of the people who ride that kind of boat is a rich man?" ”

"Forget it, let's get rid of this guy first."

Both helpers are from the Graytail Brotherhood. Most of the werewolves are low-level people, one has no knowledge, and the other has no skills, and they are promoted to say that they are illiterate. But the physical fitness (human type) is much stronger than the average person, so it is not a problem to do hard work, Qingyi has seen a one-meter-six tall werewolf girl carrying two hundred pounds of things and walking like flying. A lot of werewolves work as helpers in the docks, saying they are helpers, but they actually do everything. The money they earned on weekdays was spent in taverns and casinos, and they had to find fat sheep to beat them with sticks, drag them into the alleys to eat, and then sweep away their belongings.

Qingyi, who was walking around in the city center, turned on the [Soul Force Field], and naturally took this scene in his eyes, but he couldn't care about it, and he didn't want to care about it. There are too many things in Snow City, and the flow of people is complicated, how can you take care of them all? On the one hand, there are allies, and on the other hand, there are humans who have no background and nothing to do, and Qingyi certainly takes care of allies a little more. Besides, the werewolves are also very face-saving, they will dispose of it themselves after killing people, and they will also give the bones to the necromantic creatures, and then go to the blood elf's shop to sell the stolen goods, so they will not cause trouble for Snow City. Not to mention werewolves, blood elves or witches, which one is clean?

"Even the city is like an ecosphere." Xue Duo said with a smile.

In the Syracuse ecosystem, the most vulnerable are human beings, and it's ridiculous that they still think they are uncles and gods. As everyone knows, the bulging pockets are the root of their deaths. It's not that Qingyi hates the rich, it's just that he thinks that since he dares to hang out alone with a huge amount of money, it's no wonder that others have evil thoughts. As soon as some seasoned businessmen arrived in Snow City, they hired official necromantic bodyguards at the port, and for a small amount of money, the whole process was safe and sound, which was more cost-effective. It's better to be low-key and do things for people.

Speaking of which, the security of Snow City is also a problem. Indulging werewolves is a trivial matter, but if the crime rate is too high, it is not good for the reputation of Snow City, and if it loses the trust of the major chambers of commerce, it will be more than worth the loss. Qingyi felt that it was necessary to establish a stable underground order in Snow City, and at the same time to resolve the conflict between the floating population and the local population through policy means.

It is not good to leave the underground order in the hands of anyone. It is good to hand it over to the blood elves, but it will inevitably offend the Graytail Brotherhood and the Bat Assembly, so Qingyi still threw this foolish account to the three families and let them calculate it themselves. As for the policy issue, Brian already has an initial plan in mind: to implement a hukou system. The Twilight Empire welcomes naturalization of foreigners, naturalized aborigines can apply for housing, and naturalized (in fact, it is registered at the resurrection point in Snow City) adventurers can enjoy more discounts.

While thinking, Qingyi continued to walk, watching the world.