After a while, a large pig weighing more than three hundred pounds was washed and skinned, then cut into pieces of meat and bones of different sizes, and thrown into two huge iron pots filled with hot water in the center of the camp.
Also put into the pot were a large basket of peeled potatoes and some randomly picked seasoning vegetables such as wild celery, coriander, and bracken.
"Thank you sincerely for your generosity, Mr. Moriarty. Look how happy the boys are." After a while, there was a burst of aroma wafting from the boiling cauldron. Steward Franklin and Moriarty stood there
In one place, he smiled and looked at the other people in the caravan with unusual expressions of expectation.
"It's nothing." Moriarty smiled and said, "It looks like dinner will be ready soon. I think Mr. Franklin, you'd better go and preside over the distribution in person, otherwise..."
"Yes, I have to go and watch immediately. Otherwise, these guys who are more edible than hyenas will probably break the iron pot and swallow it." The steward also laughed and agreed with Moriarty.
He strode towards the bonfire, shouting and cursing loudly as he walked, telling so-and-so to stay away from the meat.
"Using a pig to win the hearts of a caravan. Hey, is this an aristocratic trick?" White stood a little further away, looking at Moriarty coldly, and said in a low voice.
"Actually, the essence of aristocratic education is the study of interpersonal relationships. From this point of view, White, your vision is very accurate, and you are worthy of being a level five crossbowman." Moriarty didn't seem to mind the other party's lukewarm tone.
, walked to his side and said calmly.
In fact, the relationship between White and Moriarty has been quite delicate these days.
That night, White suddenly appeared outside the Shell Villa and shot the last intruder with one arrow. Then he stayed with Moriarty and claimed that he would go to Bracada with him. In response, Moriarty
After asking for the reason several times, he could not get an answer. Moreover, it was obvious that White's attitude towards Moriarty was not that friendly, and his occasional answers were highly provocative. In this regard, Moriarty had no choice but to temporarily
Just wait and see.
Finally, a letter from Mathil two days later explained everything and made Moriarty feel relieved.
"So, you built a tombstone for Lord Centurion because you wanted to win my heart?" White waited until Moriarty came to him, then suddenly raised his head and looked hard into his eyes, as if he wanted to see through his eyes.
See the bottom of his heart.
Obviously, this question has echoed in White's mind countless times.
"Haha, to be honest, I didn't expect you to walk out of Windsor Castle alive." Moriarty looked back at White's falcon-like eyes calmly. Suddenly, a faint smile turned White's heart-wrenching question into a
Nonsense joke.
"Yeah, I didn't expect that either." As if he was a little put off by Moriarty's smile, White withdrew his gaze anticlimactically, but there was also a sense of relief.
"A warrior should have a tomb worthy of him. This is my reason." Seeing the opponent retreating, Moriarty had no intention of pursuing the victory. Instead, he turned around, looked into the distance and was about to start sharing the meal.
Everyone said seriously.
"But, that warrior is determined to kill all the nobles?" White also stopped looking for trouble and asked with a straight face.
"Kill all the nobles? This is a grand ideal, but it is impossible to realize." Moriarty smiled faintly and started to talk to the other party in a completely academic manner.
"What's the reason?" White was a little unsure of Moriarty's thoughts.
A son of a nobleman actually met face to face with a former thief to discuss the feasibility of the idea of "exterminating the nobles." For a moment, White felt that either he was crazy or Moriarty was crazy.
"This is determined by the social structure." Moriarty slowly sat down on the grass, and at the same time waved his hand to invite the other party to sit on the grass next to him.
"Continue." White hesitated for a moment and finally sat down.
"To put it simply, the current political system of the kingdom is composed of the royal family, local nobles, elites, and civilian tenant farmers. It is like a high-level platform, with one class supporting another class, and ultimately achieving overall stability and harmony.
Balance." Moriarty picked up a dead branch and simply sketched a four-story pyramid in front of White.
"Yes, commoners and tenant farmers bear the burden of the entire kingdom's labor, but they are still bullied by the so-called nobles and elites." White looked at Moriarty in surprise.
Just one extremely simple figure encompasses the entire Kingdom of Erathia. This is something White has never seen before. Even the centurion he admires and follows cannot speak such concise and wise words.
.However, the God Crossbowman remained calm on the surface, and in turn continued to attack Moriarty with Lawrence's views.
"Yes, in the kingdom's food chain, civilians and tenant farmers are indeed at the bottom. Moreover, they are often oppressed and unfairly treated from the top. This cannot be denied." Moriarty nodded and said frankly.
"So, what the centurion said is not wrong. Nobles are weeds that damage crops and should all be cut off." Walter also picked up a branch and vigorously painted on the big triangle representing the royal family and nobility.
A big cross.
"But unfortunately, although commoners and tenant farmers have to suffer from the exploitation of the nobles throughout their lives, they cannot live without the nobles." Moriarty glanced at White and shook his head slightly.
"Why? Why can't we leave? Without the nobles, we can still farm, we can plant better and harvest more." Seemingly irritated by Moriarty's words, White stood up and asked Moriarty
scolded angrily.
"If Erathia is a closed small farm, White, I agree with the view. But unfortunately, this is a world full of crises." Moriarty also stood up and looked at the night sky in the distance,
He said in a deep voice: "But relying only on the common people and tenant farmers themselves cannot resist the terrible threats from outside the kingdom. For example, the one you are most familiar with is the Dejia undead."
"This..." When he heard the words "Dejia Undead", those pictures that had been forgotten but had never been far away flashed through White's mind instantly. For a moment, White was unable to refute, so he had to struggle and said
: "However, if the centurion can kill all the nobles, he can also lead us to continue fighting against the undead."
"But at that time, in what capacity will he lead everyone? Is he just a civilian? What about his subordinates, they will always be civilians and tenant farmers?" Moriarty glanced at the somewhat dejected White and asked.
.
"I...I don't know..." Moriarty's question left White unable to answer.
Indeed, even if, as White said, Lawrence kills all the nobles in the kingdom, then he himself will automatically become a new noble. Otherwise, he will be unable to lead and gather the strength of the entire kingdom to continue fighting against external threats.
.
This is a dead ring with no solution. And today, Moriarty made White see this clearly for the first time.
"Until certain conditions are not met, there will be no ground for subversive social changes to be realized." Moriarty finally concluded and then said no more.
At this time, Steward Franklin came to Moriarty and White with a large bowl of steaming boiled pork chops and a clay pot exuding the aroma of wine.
"Oh, Mr. Morty, the meat is ready. Come on, try it while it's hot. The craftsmanship of these guys is really good! And here, look, what is it? Red wine! Although it's not expensive or good wine.
, but it is the most delicious when eaten with pork." Franklin talked and laughed loudly while putting the meat and wine into Moriarty's hands.
"Hey, you're welcome, it's my turn to thank you." The middle-aged uncle Franklin laughed heartily, and the meat on his bulging cheeks couldn't stop trembling: "You guys eat first, I have to go over and watch some more. Those guys
The boy doesn't make people worry at all times."
"Excuse me, Mr. Franklin." Moriarty smiled and sent the other person away, then placed the large pot of fragrant pork on the grass and asked White to sit down.
"Here, take a sip." Moriarty first picked up the wine can and took a big sip, then handed it to White.
"You really don't look like a nobleman at all, not at all." After taking the jar, White took a deep breath and took a long breath before spitting out the alcohol and looking at Moriarty with a strange expression.
"Oh? What's different?" Moriarty grabbed a piece of meat, dipped it in the broth, scalded it and put it in his mouth. It tasted delicious.
"No noble would drink from the same wine jar as the commoners, let alone grab the meat with their hands." White put down the wine jar, grabbed a large piece of meat, and chewed it hard while mumbling.
"Haha, to be honest, I am no longer a nobleman." Moriarty chuckled.
"Are you really willing to give up such a large family fortune and the title of baronet?" White raised his head, glanced at Moriarty and asked.
"The interests of the family require me to give up everything, and after giving up everything, I will no longer belong to this family. Haha, does it sound a bit difficult to pronounce?" Moriarty calmly narrated.
"Since you are no longer a noble, I think maybe we can try to be friends." After eating a large piece of meat in his hand and taking a big sip of wine, White suddenly said.
"Of course, it's my honor." Moriarty smiled and extended his right hand to White.
"This..." White looked at the greasy palm stretched out in front of him, then at his own, and smiled at Moriarty for the first time.
Then, the two hands gently held each other.
"Did Miss Mathil tell you?" White put down his hand, grabbed another piece of meat, and said at the same time.
"What?"
"I will be your follower." White said.
"You don't have to worry about this. Although Mathil begged Viscount Salk to cast it on you in the end, it doesn't mean that I can force you to do anything. Besides, I am still just a mage apprentice and am not qualified.
Accept followers.”
"Well, I'll get paid again after you officially become a mage." White shrugged and continued to drink wine nonchalantly.
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