In a few moments, a large pig weighing more than three hundred pounds was washed and skinned, then cut into pieces of meat and bones of various sizes, and thrown into two huge iron pots filled with hot water in the center of the camp. At the same time, a large basket of peeled potatoes and some hand-picked seasoned vegetables such as celery, coriander, and fern root are also placed in the pot.

"Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your generosity, Mr. Morty. Look how happy the lads are. In a few moments, the boiling cauldron was filled with aroma wafting in all directions, and Franklin's steward stood with Moriarty, smiling at the expectant expressions of the rest of the caravan.

"It's nothing." Mority smiled and said, "It looks like dinner is going to be ready, I think Mr. Franklin, you should go and preside over the distribution in person, otherwise..."

"yes, I'm going to have to look at it right away. Otherwise, these guys who can eat more than hyenas are afraid that they will also break the iron pot and swallow it. The steward laughed too, and agreed with Moriati, and strode toward the campfire, shouting and cursing as he went, telling him to stay away from the meat.

"With a pig, you buy the hearts of a caravan. Hey, this is an aristocratic trick? White stood a little farther away, looked at Moriarty coldly, and said in a deep voice.

In fact, the essence of aristocratic education is human relations. From this point of view, White, your vision is very accurate, and you are worthy of being a fifth-level divine crossbowman. Moriarty didn't seem to mind the other party's lukewarm tone, walked over to his side, and said calmly.

In fact, White's relationship with Moriarty has been quite delicate these days.

That night, after White suddenly appeared outside the Shell Villa and shot the last intruder with an arrow, he stayed with Moriarty, claiming to travel with him to Bracada. In this regard, Moriarty asked the reason several times, but could not answer. Moreover, it can be seen that White's attitude towards Moriarty is not so friendly, and the occasional replies are all strongly provocative. In this regard, Moriarty had to wait and see.

Finally, two days later, a letter from Martír explained the situation, and it also put Moriarty at ease.

"So, you built a tombstone for the centurion, and you also want to buy my heart?" White waited until Moriarty walked in front of him, and suddenly looked up at his eyes fiercely, as if to see through the other's eyes.

Obviously, this question has echoed in White's mind countless times.

"Hehe, to be honest, I didn't expect you to get out of Windsor Castle alive." Moriarty looked back at White's eagle-like eyes quietly, and suddenly, with a faint smile, instantly turned White's heart-wrenching question into a nonsensical joke.

"yes, I didn't expect that." As if he had been caught up in the stage by Moriarty's smile, White withdrew his gaze like a tiger, but there was also a hint of relief.

"A warrior deserves a tomb worthy of him. That's my reasoning. Seeing that the other party was retreating, Moriarty had no intention of taking advantage of the victory to pursue, but turned around, looked at the people who were ready to start the meal in the distance, and said solemnly.

"But that warrior is determined to kill all the nobles?" White also put away his attitude of finding fault, and asked rhetorically with a dignified expression.

"Kill all the nobles? It's a grand ideal, but it simply can't be realized. Moriarty smiled faintly and began to speak to the other party in a completely academic manner.

"Why?" White was a little unsure of Moriarty's thoughts.

A son of an aristocracy goes so far as to come face-to-face with a former thief about the feasibility of the idea of "exterminating the aristocracy". For a moment, White felt that either he was crazy or Moriarty was crazy. …,

"It's dictated by the social structure." Moriarty slowly sat down on the grass and waved his hand to invite the other to sit on the grass beside him.

"Go on." White hesitated slightly, then sat down.

"To put it simply, the current system of royal government consists of the royal family, the local aristocracy, the elite, and the commoner tenant farmers. It is like a platform with high layers, one class supporting the other, and finally achieving overall stability and balance. Moriarty picked up a dead branch and sketched a four-tiered pyramid in front of White.

"Yes, commoners and tenant farmers are burdened with the labor of the entire kingdom, but they are still bullied by the so-called nobility and elite." White glanced at Moriarty with some surprise.

The entire kingdom of Erathia was encompassed in a simple figure that White had never seen before, and even the centurion he admired and followed could not utter such refined and intelligent words. However, the crossbowman remained unwavering on the surface, and in turn continued to attack Moriarty with Lawrence's point of view.

"Yes, it is true that the commoners and tenant farmers are at the bottom of the food chain in the kingdom. Moreover, it is undeniable that they are often oppressed and unfairly treated from above. Moriarty nodded, honest.

"Therefore, the centurion's words are not wrong, the nobles are weeds that destroy the crops, and they should be cut down and removed." Walter also picked up a branch and drew a big cross on the triangle representing the royal family and the nobility.

"But it is a pity that the commoners and tenant farmers are inseparable from the nobility, although they are exploited by the nobility all their lives." Moriarty glanced at White and shook his head slightly.

"Why? Why can't you do without? Without the nobility, we can still farm, we can grow better, and we can harvest more. Seemingly enraged by Moriarty's words, White stood up and lashed out at Moriarty.

"If Erathia is a small closed farmstead, White, I agree. But alas, this is a world full of crises. Moriarty also stood up, looked at the night sky in the distance, and said in a deep voice, "And the commoners and tenant farmers alone cannot defend themselves against those terrible threats from outside the kingdom. For example, the one you are most familiar with, the Undead of Deja. ”

"This..."When he heard the words "Dejia undead", those pictures that had been forgotten, but were actually never far away, flashed in White's mind instantly, and for a while, White was a little unable to refute, so he had to die and struggle: "However, if the centurion can kill all the nobles, he can also lead us to continue the battle against the undead." ”

But in what capacity will he lead the crowd then? Is it just a civilian? And what about his subordinates, who will always be commoners and tenant farmers? Moriarty asked, glancing at a somewhat dejected White.

"I... I don't know..."Moriarty's question left White at a loss for answers.

Indeed, even if, as White said, Lawrence kills all the nobles in the kingdom, then he automatically becomes the new nobleman himself, otherwise he will not be able to lead or rally the power of the entire kingdom to continue to fight against the threat from the outside world.

It's a dead loop that can't be solved. And today, for the first time, Moriarty made it clear to White.

"There is no soil for disruptive social change to be realized until certain conditions are met." Moriarty concluded, and then went into further along.

At this moment, Franklin's steward came to Moriarty and White with a large pot of steaming pork chops and a clay pot with the aroma of wine.

"Oh, Mr. Morty, the meat is ready, come, taste it while it's hot, the boys' craftsmanship is not bad! And this, look, what is it? Claret! Although it is not a good wine, it is the sweetest to eat with pork. Franklin laughed loudly as he handed the meat and wine into Moriarty's hands. …,

"Okay, thank you, steward." Moriarty smiled sincerely.

"Hey, you're welcome, it's time for me to thank you." The middle-aged uncle Franklin laughed heartily, and the bulging cheeks couldn't stop shaking: "You eat first, I'll go over and watch it." Those boys don't have to worry about it all the time. ”

"Excuse me, Mr. Franklin." Moriarty smiled and sent the other man away, then placed the large pot of fragrant pork on the grass and beckoned White to sit down.

"Here, take a sip." Moriarty took a large sip from the jug before handing it to White.

"You really don't look like a nobleman at all, not like you at all." Taking the jar, White took a deep breath, and then exhaled the wine heavily, looked at Moriarty, and said with a strange expression.

"Oh? What's not like it? Moriarty grabbed a piece of meat directly, dipped it in broth, and blanched it in his mouth, eating it sweetly.

"No nobleman would drink wine with a commoner in a jar, let alone grab meat with his hands." White put down the wine jar, grabbed a large piece of meat as well, and chewed it vigorously as he mumbled.

"Hehe, to be honest, I'm not a nobleman anymore." Moriarty chuckled.

"Are you really willing to let go of such a big family business and barony?" White asked, looking up at Moriarty.

"The interests of the family require me to give up a qiē, and after I give up this qiē, I no longer belong to the clan. Hehe, doesn't it sound a bit awkward. Moriarty recounted calmly.

"Since you're not a nobleman, I thought maybe we could try to be friends." After eating a large piece of meat in his hand, and taking a large sip of wine, White said suddenly.

"Of course, it's my pleasure." Moriarty laughed and held out his right hand to White.

"This—" White looked at the greasy palm that reached out in front of him, then at his own, and smiled at Moriarty for the first time.

Then, the two hands were gently clasped together.

"Did Miss Martil tell you?" Lowering his hand, White grabbed another piece of meat again, and said at the same time.

"What?"

"I'll be your follower." White said.

"You don't have to worry about that. Although Martiel's pleading with Viscount Solk to let you go on this condition doesn't mean that I can force you to do anything. Besides, I'm just a mage apprentice now, and I'm not qualified to accept followers. ”

"Alright then, I'll get my salary when you officially become a mage." White shrugged and continued to drink, nonchalant.

The second more.

The latter two are a little later.

It's going to be the weekend, so let's vote more and make some elephant happy.