Today is a special day for Baron Richard.

It's as if you go to that favorite restaurant on the weekend, order a long-awaited, limited-edition meal, and wait with antichagrin and anxiety for the person across the table.

Time passed little by little, the candle flame on the table slowly became shorter, the surrounding customers gradually became scarce, and the waiters in the restaurant came and went, repeating many times.

You look out the window and see a face of loss and despair reflected in the glass that has frosted a little. The waiter comes to you again, politely saying something, and you get up and smile apologetically, and walk out of the dining room with your head bowed.

The cold night soaked in the cold, and the sigh turned into a white mist and dissipated. You put the collar of your coat up, put your hands in your pockets, and take one last look at the intersection that you had been looking at all night.

The flow of people is sparse, but there is no familiar shadow. You shrug your shoulders, smile self-deprecatingly, and turn to leave. But just then, you suddenly hear someone shouting your name behind you, the voice is tired, mixed with the gasp after running, but it is the voice you dream of.

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Coincidentally, our Baron Richard is also waiting, but the plot is not as bloody as above, and no one will forget to go on a date because they overslept.

Since last week, the sky over St. Nino has been cloudy, and the sun is like a shy virgin, refusing to let people look up to her beautiful face. And yesterday there was even a once-in-a-century light snowfall, as if to indicate that something was about to happen.

Baron Richard waited at the gates of the city of San Nino with his servant Rubin at this time. He wears a white fox fur coat and has a cute bobtail kangaroo with bay leaves embroidered on his left chest. The quokka is cute and cute, and it will make people feel good at the sight, just like the baron who is constantly greeting passers-by.

The baron was waiting for his caravan to return. Yesterday the messenger returned early to inform that the caravan was not far from the city, and if nothing else, it would arrive at noon today. The caravan will bring back a large amount of smuggled goods, as well as some other very important things.

That's what counts, and that's why the Baron is here.

The servant Rubin had suggested going to a nearby tavern for a short while, but the baron refused. He needed to get those things as soon as possible, and then deliver them to the Count of Guise himself.

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 of desire and ambition. ”

"I'm sorry, my lord, I didn't understand. Rubin smirked and scratched his head, "What you say is like lines from an opera, it's hard to understand." ”

The baron put it another way, "Well, do you think I'm a bad person, Rubin?"

"Of course not, my lord, how can you be a bad person, the whole city knows that this is impossible!" said the young servant in a righteous voice, and then clenched his fists and said loudly, "If anyone dares to think that you are a bad person, I will break his nose, like this." ”

"I wish you could be so heroic with the perpetrators of that night. Baron Richard muttered.

"I've been attacked, my lord. Rubin blushed and was unconvinced, "If it's face-to-face, I'll let that scumbag taste my awesomeness." He pulled the weapon out of his waist, "My lord, I do what I say, really!" and swung it vigorously into the air.

"Take your weapons back, don't you see the guards notice you?" the baron scolded the servants, and then smiled at the guards at the gates.

The servant obediently put his weapon back into his waist, and began to observe the pedestrians around him with a wary face, as if to find the perpetrator of the night from among them.

"What if I do do something bad?" asked the baron, "do you think I'm a bad man?" ”

"No, sir. It's really nothing to do bad things, everyone will do bad things, everyone will. "I saw Karen two days ago when she was cleaning the corridor when she accidentally dropped a handkerchief. I picked it up, but I didn't give it back to Karen. The young man smiled and took a very ordinary pale gray handkerchief from his bosom, "I secretly left it, my lord, and it still carries the scent of Karen." ”

Oh, silly boy, your brain is probably as big as a pimple on the door of your head, the baron shook his head with a smile, "What if the bad thing I did was murder?"

"Killing?" Rubin's expression became a little nervous, "Why did you kill someone?"

"I mean, 'If,' Rubin, it's just an assumption, like if you lie in bed at night with Karen in your handkerchief and assume she's lying next to you. The baron explained in a way that the young man could understand.

"How do you know, sir?" said Rubin, a little embarrassed.

"Everyone has a youthful time, Rubin, youth not only makes your face full of ugly pimples, but also fills your mind with fantasies about the opposite sex. It's not a bad thing, or rather, it's harmless. But what if it was murder? Rubin, if I killed people, and a lot of people, would you think I was a bad person?" the baron repeated the question.

“...... I don't know, sir. The young man replied in confusion, "It's not good to kill people after all, but I don't think you would do that." You weren't angry when the old beggar soiled your clothes, and if it had been another nobleman, you would have sent someone to break the beggar's hand. ”

"I really wouldn't do that, indeed. The baron looked at the gate indifferently, "After all, our family motto is, 'Smile will usher in gold, and anger will only scare it away.'" He smiled meaningfully, "But, you may not know, although my family has always believed in this saying, the 'quokkapoo' has always been one of the poorest among the aristocracy. ”

"Don't you think, Rubin, that family motto is more like a begging in disguise, pleasing others with a smile and craving some handouts. But does anyone care about beggars? I think the answer couldn't be more obvious. The baron looked at the dirty handprints on the hem of his clothes, "This is actually normal, after all, my ancestors relied on this to become nobles." In those days, an ordinary cooper who had no martial arts and could not fight, and who made buckets that always leaked, how could he get a knighthood and become a nobleman?" The baron asked the servant beside him, "Although there are as many nobles as goblins in our country, the weight of the word 'hereditary' is still very heavy. ”

The young servant shook his head in a daze, as if he didn't know why the master in front of him was saying this.

"It's a smile!" replied Baron Richard, "and the weak get some scraps at the feet of the strong, just as when you are full, you throw the rest of the food on your plate to a stray dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy." ”

"I won't do that, my lord. "I always have to fill my food three times to get my fill, and there's nothing left, even the bread crumbs!" Chef Archie always said that my plates were cleaner than he had brushed. ”

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

"Stray dogs?"

"Yes, stray dogs. Richard nodded, "But one day, the offspring of a certain stray dog, suddenly not wanting to live this life of trying to survive by pleasing others, he wanted to climb up to the table and eat with a knife and fork in the reverent and fearful eyes of the surroundings." So what should he do?"

"I don't understand, sir. The young man was once again confused, "Why does the dog use a knife and fork? Is it trained by the circus? And even if it does use a knife and fork, I don't think anyone will let him sit at the table." ”

"Well said, Rubin, well said!" the baron patted the servant on the shoulder and laughed loudly.

"Ahh

"Yes, even though the stray dog has tried very hard to change, he has even become a hunting dog, hunting like crazy and distributing his prey to other guys, but he still can't get the recognition he deserves. The baron looked up at the gloomy sky, "It's a grotesque world, Rubin, it's a lot more ridiculous than 'Pierre's Funeral', and the more you understand this world, the more you wish you lived in the opera." ”

"At least that actress has a beautiful ass. The young man smiled unnaturally, and even if he thought with his soybean-like brain, he felt that there was something wrong with today's master.

"The mages used their great strength to overpower everything, forcing the world to become a backwater. Baron Richard's voice gradually raised, "They don't want the world to be better, and they don't care that it gets worse. After all, the multiverse is so vast and the power of magic is so magical, who cares about the thoughts of a stray dog?"

"Stray dogs?" Rubin didn't understand why his master kept mentioning this.

"Stray dogs not only hunt, but also use knives and forks and even speak the lingua franca. The baron saw the caravan he was waiting for at the gate, and said to the servant one last time, "It doesn't want to go back to the ditch and get to the table, do you know where it can go?"

The young man shook his head unsurprisingly.

"I thought the circus might be a good choice. ”

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