Open Your Quest Log Chapter 360

Today is a special day for Baron Richard.

How special is it? It's as if you came to that favorite restaurant on the weekend, ordered a long-awaited limited-edition meal, and waited with anticipation and anxiety for the person across the table to arrive.

Time passed bit by bit, the candles on the table gradually became shorter, and the surrounding guests gradually dwindled. The waiters in the restaurant came and went, repeatedly.

You look out the window and see a disappointed and frustrated face reflected on the frosted glass. The waiter came to you again, politely said something to you, you got up and smiled apologetically, bowed your head and walked out of the restaurant.

The cold night was soaked in coolness, and the mouth of the sigh turned into a white mist, which curled away. You put the collar of your jacket up, put your hands in your pockets, and take one last look at the intersection you've been looking at all night.

The flow of people is sparse, but there is no familiar shadow. You shrugged, smiled self-deprecatingly, and turned to leave. But at this moment, you suddenly heard someone shouting your name loudly behind your back. The voice was exhausted and mixed with gasping after running, but it was the voice you were most fascinated by.

Coincidentally, our Baron Richard is also waiting, but the plot is not as **** as the above, and no one will forget the date because of oversleeping.

Since last week, the sky over San Nino has been cloudy, and the sun is like a shy virgin, refusing to appear to make people look up to her beautiful face. And yesterday there was even a thin snowfall that was once in a hundred years, as if to herald something to happen.

At this time, Baron Richard took his servant Rubin and waited at the gate of the city of San Nino. He was wearing a fur coat of white fox fur, and on his left chest was embroidered a cute short-tailed kangaroo with a bay leaf in his mouth. The short-tailed kangaroo is naive, and it will make people feel good at first sight, just like the baron who is constantly greeting passers-by.

The baron is waiting for the return of his caravan. Yesterday, the messenger came back in advance to inform that the caravan was not far from the city, and if nothing else happened, it would arrive at noon today. Caravans bring back a lot of smuggled goods, as well as other very important things.

The key is those things, and that's why the Baron is waiting here.

The servant Rubin had suggested to sit for a while in a nearby tavern, but the baron had refused. He needs to get those things as soon as possible, and then deliver them to Earl Guise's house in person.

The waiting process is always boring, and Baron Richard casually chatted with Rubin, "You know, Rubin, human beings are actually a very complex, contradictory product full of desires and ambitions."

"Sorry, my lord, I didn't understand." Rubin scratched his head with a smirk. "What you said is like lines in an opera, which is incomprehensible."

The baron put it another way. "So, do you think I'm a bad guy, Rubin?"

"Of course not, my lord, how can you be a bad person, everyone in the city knows that this is impossible!" The young servant said righteously, then clenched his fists and said loudly, "If anyone dares to think that you are a bad person I'm going to break his nose, like this."

"I wish you were so heroic to the perpetrator that night." Baron Richard muttered.

"I was attacked, my lord." Rubin blushed and said dissatisfiedly, "If it were face-to-face, I would let that despicable guy have a good taste of my power." He pulled out the weapon from his waist. , "Sir, I will do what I say, really!" Then he waved vigorously into the air.

"Take the weapon back, didn't you see that the guards noticed you?" The baron scolded the servant, and then smiled at the guards at the city gate.

The servant obediently put the weapon back in his waist, and began to observe the pedestrians going back and forth with vigilance on his face, as if to find the perpetrator of that night from these pedestrians.

"What if I did do something bad?" asked the baron again. "Do you think I'm a bad man?"

"No, my lord. It's nothing to do bad things. Anyone can do bad things, everyone." Rubin said nonchalantly, "I saw Karen cleaning the hall two days ago and accidentally dropped a handkerchief. I picked it up, but I didn't return it to Karen." The young man smiled and took a very ordinary light gray handkerchief from his arms, "I left it secretly, my lord, and it also brought It smells like Karen."

Oh, silly boy, your brain is probably as big as a pimple on your forehead. The baron smiled and shook his head, "What if the bad thing I did was murder?"

"Murder?" Rubin's expression became a little nervous, "Why do you want to kill?"

"I mean 'what if,' Rubin, it's just an assumption, like you're lying in bed at night with Karen's handkerchief in your hand and assuming she's lying next to you." Explained in a way that people understand.

"Sir, how do you know?" Rubin said a little embarrassedly.

"Everyone has a time when they are young, Rubin, and youth not only fills your face with ugly pimples, but also fills your mind with fantasies of the opposite sex. It's not a bad thing, or rather, this Bad things don't hurt. But what about killing people? Rubin, if I kill people, and a lot of people, do you think I'm bad?" the baron repeated the question.

"...I don't know, my lord." The young man replied in confusion. "Murder is not good after all, but I don't think you would do it. You were not angry when the old beggar stained your clothes before. If it were another noble, I would have sent someone to interrupt the beggar's hand."

"I really wouldn't do that, really." The baron looked at the city gate indifferently. "After all, the motto of our family is, 'Smile will bring gold coins, but anger will only scare them away'." He means a long smile. "However, you may not know that although my family has always believed in this sentence since ancient times, the 'Quokka' has always been one of the poorest among the nobles."

"Don't you think, Rubin, that family motto is actually more of a kind of begging in disguise, to please others with a smile, eager to get some alms. But does anyone care about beggars? I think the answer could not be more obvious." The Baron Looking at the dirty handprints on the hem of the clothes, "Speaking of which, this is actually normal. After all, my ancestors relied on this to become aristocrats. At that time, an ordinary hoop worker had no martial arts skills, and he could not fight, and he did The bucket that comes out is always leaking, why did he get a title and become a nobleman? And he is a hereditary nobleman?" The baron asked the servant next to him, "Although there are many nobles in our country like goblins, the word 'hereditary' The weight is still very heavy.”

The young servant shook his head blankly, as if he didn't know why the master in front of him said this.

"It's a smile!" Baron Richard gave the answer, "The weak get some scraps at the feet of the strong, just like when you are full, you will throw the rest of the food on the plate to the begging homeless. Like a dog."

"I wouldn't do that, my lord." The young man said solemnly, "I always have to fill up three times to be full, and there won't be anything left, even bread crumbs can be eaten clean! Archie The chef always says the plates I've used are cleaner than the ones he's brushed."

"...Well, those stray dogs waiting outside your door are going to be disappointed." The baron said helplessly, "Remember to ask Archie to prepare a bigger plate for you, and use it exclusively for you. By the way, I Where did you just say?"

"Stray dog?"

"Yes, a stray dog." Richard nodded, "but one day, the descendant of a certain stray dog ​​suddenly didn't want to live a life of reluctantly relying on pleasing others. He wanted to climb up the dining table and worship him around him. And in the fearful eyes, he eats with a knife and fork. So what should he do?"

"I don't understand, my lord." The young man's performance was once again lost in confusion, "Why does a dog use a knife and fork? Was it trained by a circus? And ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Even if it really can use a knife Fork, I suppose, and no one will let it sit on the table."

"Well said, Rubin, well said!" The baron patted the servant on the shoulder, laughing loudly.

"Ah? Really?" The young man touched his arm and smirked.

"Yeah, even though the stray dog ​​has tried very hard to change, he even turned into a hunting dog, hunting wildly, and dividing the prey among the other guys, but he still can't get the recognition he deserves." The baron raised his head. Looking at the gloomy sky, "This is a grotesque world, Rubin, countless times more absurd than "Pierre's Funeral", the deeper you understand this world, the more you want to live in an opera. "

"At least that actress's **** is very beautiful." The young man smiled unnaturally, even thinking with his soy-like brain, he felt that today's host was a little abnormal.

"The mages overwhelmed everything with their powerful strength, forcing the world to become a pool of backwater." Baron Richard's voice gradually increased, "They don't want the world to become better, and they don't care that it becomes better. Poor. After all, the multiverse is so vast and the power of magic is so magical, who cares about the thoughts of a stray dog?"

"A stray dog?" Rubin didn't understand why the owner always mentioned this.

"The stray dog ​​can not only hunt, but also use knives and forks, and can even speak common language." The baron saw the caravan waiting for him at the city gate, and said the last sentence to the servant, "It doesn't want to go back to the ditch. He's dying and can't get to the dining table, do you know where it can go, Rubin?"

The young man shook his head unsurprisingly.

"I think a circus might be a good choice."

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