"Naïve people are often deceived. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info sincere people are often tricked. Good people are often bullied. This is a theorem in our world. ”

"No, I'm not the kind of vulgar and despicable petty burgher who treats kindness for stupidity, innocence for naivety, and mildness for weakness. I will not laugh at kindness, I will not spit on innocence, and I will not take mildness as weakness. ”

"But Vanswijk shouldn't have those qualities. I, on the other hand, were jealous of Vanswick, who had those qualities. ”

"Living in this world, if you don't want to be a prey, you have to work hard, you have to fight, you have to snatch. Vanswijk, on the other hand, was not greedy, treacherous, and would not take anything. How could he be in such a situation, in such a position, and with Erebeth by his side?"

"Yes, I'm jealous of him. In order to be predators, we all have to learn to give up. I've heard some people accuse the Lord of Neverwinter that he's changed. Hearing the ridiculous words of those people, I laughed inwardly. How could they understand the life of a predator? If Nashr hadn't given up some of the things he had insisted on, he would have fallen from the position of lord of the city. ”

But Vanswijk didn't give up. ”

"So I'm jealous of him. ”

"I don't hurt people because I'm jealous. However, Vanswick's lover is Erebes. ”

"Erebes' love is Vanswick. ”

"So, I'm going to use all means against him, I'm going to let him know what a predator is. Predators are not only stronger than their prey in strength, but also superior in spirit. Vanswijk is also very strong, I've seen him in his hands. However, I will win. Because, I am a predator. The weak Vanswijk had no reason to have everything he had now. ”

"So, after I received instructions from Erebes, I was also waiting for an opportunity to prepare a plot against Van Svejk while I was running around looking for an antidote. ”

"During the days when I was looking for an antidote, I traveled to every corner of the city. What I saw strengthened my theory. I saw zombies crawling all over the streets, and brutal thugs. At the time of slashing. I noticed the dilapidated building behind them. Those vicious guys won't show up in the Black Lake. The difference in the gathering place is not just the quality of the building. Sometimes, it's a matter of life and death. ”

"I've been looking for the ingredients for those antidotes again and again. Gradually, I built up my reputation in Neverwinter. People are paying more and more attention to me. My name grew louder among the populace, the lord of the city, Nashr, took notice of me, and the bard made up songs of my praise. But I didn't care about those. I noticed Erebes' intoxicating smile every time I completed a task. Encouraged by her smile, I was born and died again and again, from the zombies in the beggar's nest, to the pirates in the docks, to the villains who escaped from prison. I waved the blade again and again. And every time I turned in an item to Erebes, I politely declined the bounty. I told her that it was a great honor to serve her. ”

"Not receiving Erebes' bounty doesn't mean I don't have financial resources. I viciously coerced Pastor Heim to extort money from him. I also accepted the task of the Moonstone Mask Boss to take the artworks from other people's homes - and I didn't forget to loot some of the owner's other treasures as I seized them. But none of that affected my reputation at all, and that's right. I know they don't dare to speak up. Their sanity tells them that it's not worth it to clash with me, the new hero of Neverwinter, for those things. Besides, the people of Neverwinter know that I, the hero, am not only a hero who finds an antidote and gives them hope of life, but also a kind and generous person. I will escort the people out of the zombies or the mobs, and I will not hesitate to give money to women in need. How do they know the other side of me? I've learned so much from wild animals. And in Neverwinter, one of the most useful is disguise. People may laugh at chameleon-like figures. But can they really unearth the disguise of someone close to them? The tragedy of some chameleon-like characters is that they get too fast and too often. That will naturally be discovered and spurned. The real clever disguise lies in the beginning and the end, until the moment when the disguise can be discarded. At least I knew that Erebeth would never have imagined that I was plotting against Vanswijk. And the civilians of the city will not know about my evil deeds. Even if they knew, my disguise would work. They will consciously give an explanation in my favor. This is the role of the disguise of a good name. ”

"I know that there are others lurking in disguise, waiting for an opportunity. Three times I snatched anonymous letters from some of the bandits, and those anonymous letters conveyed such information to me. When the first time I seized the anonymous letter that smacked of intrigue, I gave it to Erebes. But she was too busy looking for an antidote to anything else. She instructed me to hand over the anonymous letter to Van Svejk. When I turned away from her, the corners of my mouth lifted up uncontrollably. She is trusting Vansvek too much, and her trust will lead to Vansvejk's misfortune. ”

"I know how naïve, innocent and credulous Vanswick is. He's not intelligence fodder at all. Still, on the next two occasions when I handed in anonymous letters, I had to carefully tear off parts or cover certain sentences with blood. I can't take any chances, I have to make sure Vanswijk never gets suspicious. When I turned in the anonymous letters, I also used clever words to guide Vanswick to convince him that they were really worthless. ”

"The carefully processed anonymous letters, the careless gestures I made when I turned them in, and the clever words that played a role. The naïve Vanswick didn't realize what the anonymous letter really meant. I smiled as he walked towards the cliff. When the question arises, who will be held responsible? At the very least, he will not be able to escape the charge of dereliction of duty. And I might arrange more ...... for him."

"As I was born and died again and again. Only the last antidote remains. All the evidence points to the Black Lake region. ”

"Before entering the Black Lake District, I had to fight my way through the quarantine area with all my skills. Who would have thought that the place separated from the Black Lake District by a wall would be like hell and miserable. After three in and three out, I took the head of the orc leader and gave it to Sandroan. He said to me, after my move. He believes that there is still fairness and justice in this world. ”

"It was also in quarantine that I encountered the masked assassins for the last time. I still handled the anonymous letter carefully and handed it over to Vanswick. He was equally indifferent to the words on the anonymous letter. ”

"Now that I think about it, I played a big role in Vanswijk's death. But what really killed Vanswijk was his own qualities. It's his kindness, simplicity and credulity. I believe that even without me, he might still be used as a scapegoat in a later incident. ”

"A lot of times, things that seem to happen by chance are bound to happen, and the only thing that is uncertain is when it will happen sooner or later. Vanswijk's qualities, combined with the position he was in, led to his tragedy coming sooner or later. ”

"After passing through the quarantine zone, I arrived in the Black Lake district. At that moment, I felt like I was in a different world. The buildings here are gorgeous, and there is no sign of the plague on the streets. It's hard to believe that this and that hellish quarantine area is right next door. ”

"I couldn't help but slow down, this is not a place for adventurers to hurry. However, although I slowed down, I still walked firmly towards the zoo in the Black Lake area. I will not forget the commission that the druid gave me under that big tree. What a comfort he gave me in this city far from nature. In Neverwinter, I miss my old life in the woods. If it weren't for Erebes. I simply can't stand to stay in Neverwinter. ”

"After completing the task of freeing the animal, I noticed a woman named Formosa giving a speech. She was condemning a sorcerer named Mandaan for ignoring the suffering of his people and hoarding food in an attempt to make a profit. ”

"Originally, I would have laughed it off. Such poor and weak prey fight from generation to generation, resist. But predators rule them from generation to generation. The top of the pyramid would change name after name: chieftain, tyrant, emperor, king. But the oppressed, the ruled are always the same people. Predators are superhumans, and they are lice. Perhaps some of them will wake up and pick up the axe in a vain attempt to make a career. But there is no doubt that it will fail. Because they can't get rid of the set of values that the rulers have instilled in them. They thought it was a sin to rob. When they panted and looked at the corpse in front of them, they would be afraid. In the darkness that follows, they will hope for salvation. That's why they worship the gods so hungrily...... And predators don't do that. When a predator is forced by circumstances to pick up an axe and slash at an old woman who is a loan shark, the predator will do everything he has to do with peace of mind. We will never turn ourselves in because of a problem of conscience. ”

"But after I talked to Formosa with the intent of getting information. I was surprised to find. She is by no means a lice. She has brains, courage, and more importantly, courage, and is not bound by worldly values. She told me explicit that she hoped I would be able to kill Mandaan. Get back the key to the granary. I looked at her resolute face and nodded in agreement. ”

"A predator is not always a predator. The identities of predators and prey can change at any time. This is also a truth of nature. I think the same applies to human society. ”

"Is it righteous or unrighteous to kill one and save a hundred? But that's what I've always done. And I've been benefiting from it. In the eyes of the general public, my image has never been that of a big devil, but of a hero who robs the rich and helps the poor. ”

"According to the information, I found the secret passage from an old washerwoman. Mandane's youthful demeanor laid the groundwork for his future calamities. And after infiltrating his home, I learned a lot of things from his diary (and diary again!), including the all-important thing about the Treant. ”

He found the dryad, and then of course he tried to use it for his benefit. He was delusional about making the antidote himself. However, I learned from his diary that this weak-willed fellow was seduced by a dryad. He was counting on the dryad to fall in love with him. It seems that when he is no longer young, he is still in a temperament. ”

"The next thing was very simple, I plundered all the way to his house. I'm not worried about ruining my reputation by doing so. Mandaan is dead, and the dead don't bite the living. It's not just the dryads that matter, Samuel in Mandahn's prison also adds a thick page to Mandaan's crimes. This public enemy of the whole city will not be forgiven by anyone. ”

"Besides, for me, there is one more reason why he must die. That's the dryad. ”

"From my previous missions, I knew that I didn't have to bring special creatures back to the Hall of Justice. All I had to do was bring back a part of the creature that needed the antidote. It doesn't matter if the creature is dead or alive. ”

"And all I need is the hair of the dryad. All I need to do is retrieve the hair of the Treant to earn the Commendation of Erebeth, to complete the antidote, to become the rescuer of Neverwinter, and to become a hero. And who cares about who the people of the city did not care from and by what means? Erebeth may be concerned about the fate of the dryad, but when I say that the unfortunate dryad was crushed to death by that damned mage, how will she know by whom the dryad was killed?

"In order to leave no trace, I will kill everyone in Mandaun's house. Except for Samuel, there is no living mouth. After all, Samuel was in prison, and he knew very little. Sometimes that's how it is, knowing too much is not good for people. ”

"As I approached Mandaan's chamber, I told myself that soon I would be able to forget myself (mind you, forget myself. OOXX too. After that, of course, I will kill people and put the blame on the dead Mandane. In order to leave no trace, I carefully destroyed Mandaan's diary. No one knew that he had been seduced by the dryad, and he couldn't bear to do anything to her. ”

"As the door to the chamber opened, my battle with Mandahn broke out. He's a tricky mage, but he's still been defeated by me. When he had only half a life left, he begged me for mercy, promised me treasures, and told me that the dryads would be at my disposal. I interrogated him with great interest. I told him about Holmes. I admired the look of hatred on his face, and noticed that he didn't hesitate to pull out his own teeth and hand them to me. He also begged me to kill Holmes. I smiled and nodded in agreement. He is really a predator, and he does not forget to fight back in this situation. ”

After I promised to let him live, he turned around happily and prepared to escape. Then I stabbed him between his shoulder blades. He died unwillingly with questioning and surprised eyes. ”

"Joke, how could I have spared him, and no matter how much treasure he promised, could I have copied it myself? besides, because of the tree spirit, I could not have kept his most important living mouth. It is much easier to put the blame on the dead than on the living. Even the most notorious living people have the ability to argue for themselves. ”

Then I walked to the cell where the dryads were being held. She's going to be a prize for me who wins. For a long time, women who did not have the ability to control their own destiny were like this. I'm just doing something that a lot of men have been doing for a long time. ”

I suppressed my thumping heartbeat and opened the cell door. The face of the tree spirit is so delicate. In terms of pure appearance, she is three points better than Erebes. If you count the stature, then the two are equal. However, what attracted me most about Erebes was her unique temperament and her ......"

"The naïve dryads see me as a liberator. She walked up to me and told me about her misfortune and her yearning for nature. She walked with me to a room without any warning. ”

Then I opened the door, and she walked into the room and blended into the tree. She left. ”

"Don't be surprised, don't be surprised, and don't suspect that I'm lying. As I said, I'm not going to defend myself in this diary. I will write down all my evil deeds in a calm manner. I let her go because she was a dryad. ”

"I once promised my master that I would be kind to nature's friends. And her identity is a tree spirit. Besides, her longing for nature has deeply affected me, and I don't feel the same way as her? For me, she was the embodiment of nature at that moment, how could I kill her?"

"So I let her go. Then he sighed, thinking to himself, after all, there is another building in Neverwinter called the Moonstone Mask......"

―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――Speaking of diaries, it must be pointed out that I once kept a diary for a while。 At the time, my grandmother was very upset. She objected to me keeping a diary. The reason is simple, if something happens, the diary will be the best evidence against me. People who have experienced those years are really different when they think about problems. How many people died in their diaries in those ten years?

My second chapter was not as well written as the first. And this chapter is not as good as the second chapter. A crab is not as good as a crab...... It's really not good to write when you lose your passion for creation.

Recently, I have conceived a short story called "The Surface". It is the story of the drow elves who yearn for the surface of the earth. Originally, the idea of that short story was to satirize some liberal intellectuals. But because the life of the drow elves is really dark, some kind of irony will be greatly weakened. It's better to change it to sarcasm or something else...... Maybe I'll write it and send it one day.

This novel borrows a few words from someone else's book that I think is good. Just a few sentences, which meet the needs of my article. I think everyone can see that.