"What are you writing? Poetry?"

After finishing her housework, Plotin wiped her hands with a rough towel, came close to Oliver, and looked at it curiously: "Oh, the writing is pretty good! It's just that the handwriting is a bit ugly."

Oliver was helpless. Because his fingers had no strength, he tied the pen to his hand, which made writing awkward.

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

"I've always liked literature, but my teacher liked music, so I stopped writing for many years. Now that I can't accompany the teacher, it's time for me to change my taste." Oliver smiled and stretched out his hand to straighten the poem draft: "Here, here it is.

Take a look, are there any suitable lyrics?"

"What do I want with this? I'm just a musician, not a bard." Plotin turned around and went to the fireplace to stir up firewood, not taking the poem manuscript seriously.

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

"You mean, I'm not worthy of being a musician?" Platinum raised her voice, but she wasn't really angry because she was smiling.

"Of course that's not what I mean! Your piano skills are great, but in the final analysis it is just a skill. It will definitely not reach its peak in this world, and it is inevitable that others will learn it. But your singing voice is a gift from God.

It is unique and cannot be copied. As long as you sing it, the audience will be intoxicated, and then they will be refreshed and energetic! How can a singing voice that can bring happiness and beauty be hidden and covered with dust?"

"Maybe my singing voice is really as good as you said, but for this reason, should I sing?" Plotin thought for a moment and said, "Let me tell you this. Everything must be viewed relatively.

There are both good and bad sides. There are many people who are born with extraordinary talents. Some are beautiful, some are smart, some are eloquent, and some are powerful. Beautiful people can easily

Become the plaything of the superior, or suffer bullying; a smart person will be jealous of the superior, and even bring disaster to the family; a eloquent person, but cannot withstand the anger and butcher's knife; a person with infinite strength, will be sent to the battlefield and die in battle

A foreign country. But those mediocre people can live a stable life because they have no talent. Therefore, some people are as wise as fools, some people are silent as gold, and some people disguise themselves."

Oliver was stunned for a while and then said: "It's a bit negative, not like what you would say."

"It's not that I'm negative, I'm just willing to be ordinary. I just want to live a good life and don't want to get involved with too many people and things."

"What you said actually makes sense." Oliver raised his hand and laughed at himself: "If I had understood earlier, this hand would still be good."

"Don't think blindly, the past has passed. Men should not regret what they have done." Plotin put on her gloves, took out the pot from the fireplace, and scooped milk from the pot. After boiling the milk, the inside of the house

The heat in my mouth was filled with the fragrance of milk. "Anyway, I think it's good to be a musician."

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

"What's the use? If you sing it, you won't necessarily achieve world peace. It's a bit hot, so wait five minutes before drinking." Plotin put the cup on the table and yawned lightly.

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Twilight Empire, Snow White City.

In the Paradise of the Dead, the weather is always gloomy and miserable, but this cannot dilute the excitement of the port.

When a sea-going ship enters the fleshy waters, it furls its sails and slows down slowly. This is because there are many things floating on the water surface, which can brake the ship and also make the waterline of the hull covered with sticky corpse oil. These are the things that come and go between humans and animals.

Boats among the undead must be regularly maintained, because the minced meat waters are rich in nutrients and are home to ship lice. If you are not careful, the boat can be eaten through. This is not a joke. A few days ago, a sunken ship was hoisted up and crawled on it.

The ship lice on the keel are as big as a washbasin, and they can be a meal once fried.

When the ship docked, helpers came over, shouting and gesticulating so that the sailors could judge the location of the anchor. The helpers mostly gathered next to passenger ships and less to merchant ships, because merchant ships had sailors and no outsiders were needed to move the cargo.

Next to the big ship that had just entered the port, the helpers gathered around the ladder eagerly: "Master, do you want to carry luggage?" They also deal with adventurers. Although the adventurers don't have luggage at all, they are new here.

, you also need a tour guide.

A bejeweled, fair and plump middle-aged man got off the boat and shouted: "It's cold! Why is it so much colder than other places?"

"That's because of the deathly clouds in the sky, sir. Think about it, the sun doesn't even rise, so of course it's cold here." A helper wearing a "necromantic mask" came up to him and smiled with a low eyebrow.

Seeing the skull face suddenly appear, the fat man jumped back and cursed: "Damn, you scared me to death! You are obviously a living person, why are you wearing this thing?"

The helper scratched his head in embarrassment: "Hey, hey, sorry, sorry, if you don't wear it, you won't be able to survive in the Twilight Empire."

"Is there a ready-to-wear shop somewhere? I'm going to buy some clothes. Tsk, my luggage straps are missing." The fat man pointed to the one-and-a-half-meter-high big box behind him (this thing is in the way of other passengers getting off the ship): "Can you carry it away?

?”

"Yes, yes!"

"How do you calculate the money?"

"Three gold coins for just walking at the port; seven gold coins for leading the way and finding an inn. But this box is big, so I have to find someone to carry it with me, so you can give me ten gold coins."

The fat man hummed: "Only ten gold coins! This little money is nothing. Let's go, take me to buy clothes first."

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

"Yes." The master nodded grandly: "I heard that this place is good, so I came to see if I can invest in building a few places."

"Wow, it turns out you are a businessman! If you want to know anything, just ask me! Ah, by the way, you are a human being. You have to go to the official office of Baixue City to get the "Undead Mask". If you want to do business,

It’s even more important to report it.”

"That thing is so ugly. I have a better one!" The fat man took out an "improved purification mask" from the inner pocket of his clothes and put it on his face. The filter looked like a pig's nose. He was very proud of it.

He smiled and said: "There is no rush to invest, let's take a look at the general environment first."

"Do you have any acquaintances in the Twilight Empire? If not, it will be difficult to fight with other masters." The helper asked thoughtfully.

The fat man said disdainfully: "What if I don't have it? I have a lot of money, and I can smash it all to find a way. How can the bone-white tyrant not welcome me!"

Naturally, the helper praised him repeatedly, so much that the fat man was about to fly into the sky. The three of them walked to an alley, and the helper said depressedly: "Master, please go in first. It's a bit awkward to squeeze such a big luggage into the alley."

The fat man readily agreed and took the first step. The helpers also followed. They put their luggage at the entrance of the alley and followed in. Before the fat man could react, the two helpers pounced on him and broke his neck. However, because

Because the luggage was in the way, passers-by didn't notice this small murder.

Then, the attentive helper stared with light green eyes and carried the luggage in alone. He rummaged around and said angrily: "Oh, I just brought eight hundred gold coins. Why are you pretending to be rich? You are here to buy groceries."

Shop, right?”

The companion was tearing off the fat man's arm and shrugging: "You don't know who is a rich man on that kind of boat?"

"Forget it, let's deal with this guy first."

Both helpers are members of the Gray Tail Brotherhood. Most of the acquired werewolves are lower-class people with no knowledge and no skills. To say they are illiterate is to flatter them. But at least their physical fitness (in human form) is not stronger than that of ordinary people.

There are few people, so doing hard work is not a problem. Qingyi once saw a 1.6-meter-tall werewolf girl carrying 200 kilograms of things and walking quickly. Many werewolves work as helpers at the dock. They say they are helpers, but in fact

They do everything. They usually spend the money they earn in pubs and casinos. They often find fat sheep to beat, drag them into the alleys, eat them, and then sweep away all their belongings.

Qingyi, who was walking around the city center with the [Soul Force Field] on, naturally took this scene in his eyes, but he couldn't care about it, and he didn't want to. There were too many things in Baixue City, and the flow of people was complicated, how could he take care of everyone in place?

One side is an ally, and the other side is a human being with no background. Of course, Qingyi takes care of his allies more. Besides, the werewolves are also very considerate. After killing people, they will clean up after killing them, and they will also give the bones to the undead creatures, and then go to the blood elves.

Selling stolen goods in the shop will not cause trouble for Snow White City. Let alone werewolves, blood elves or witches, which one is clean?

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

In the Baixue City ecosystem, the most vulnerable people are human beings. It’s ridiculous that they still think they are uncles and gods. Little do they know that their bulging pockets are the source of their untimely death. It’s not that Qingyi hates the rich, but he feels that since he dares to take it

Wandering around alone with a huge sum of money, no wonder others have evil thoughts. Some experienced businessmen hire official bodyguards from the Necromancer at the port as soon as they arrive in Snow White City. For a small sum of money, they will be safe and sound throughout the whole journey, which is very cost-effective. A big tree attracts wind, but it is still low-key in dealing with others.

A few would be nice.

Speaking of which, the security of Baixue City is also a problem. Indulging werewolves is a trivial matter, but if the crime rate is too high, it will also be bad for Baixue City's reputation. If it loses the trust of major chambers of commerce, it will be worth the loss. Qingyi feels that there is

It is necessary to establish a stable underground order in Snow City, and at the same time resolve the conflict between the floating population and the local population through policy means.

It is not good to leave the underground order to anyone. It is good to leave it to the blood elves, but it will inevitably offend the Gray Tail Brotherhood and the Bat Assembly. Therefore, Qingyi still leaves this confused account to the three families and lets them settle it themselves. As for policy issues

, Brian already has a preliminary plan in mind: implement a household registration system. The Twilight Empire welcomes foreigners to naturalize, naturalized aborigines can apply for housing, and naturalized (actually registering at the White Snow City resurrection point) adventurers can enjoy more discounts.
Chapter completed!