We have talked about why people like horror and adventure literature, but we have not described it in detail. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ultimately, the climate of fear that creators and artists have painstakingly created is why the adventurous spirit is so popular because of their false nature. The more realistic the work, the more obvious the experience and stimulation that the reader can give, but when all this stimulation is over, the dangers that exist in the book will not actually endanger them. The thrill is only in the imaginary world, and they can withdraw from the fear of the adventure at any time and return to their old daily life.

That's why there is a saying in Padrossi's high society: "They don't like adventure, they like to be in control." ”

Carried out within one's own control, able to temporarily disconnect from the heavy daily tasks and the responsib, mental stimulation required to be in a high position.

Naturally, it can't be in any real danger. In fact, working in the profession of writing in Padrosi is extremely risky, because the readers are all high society, and if anyone who is influenced by books to do stupid things appears, the author will be branded as "abetment". As a result, most of the authors themselves were of aristocratic origin, not only because of their status that protected them from condemnation, but also because the industry required high-priced printing out of their own pockets, and if they were not for the carefree of life, they would only be laughed off if they wanted to do it - but let's get back to the rest.

It is precisely because there is no real danger that horror literature and adventure genres are highly sought after.

- So, what would you experience if you were really in a frightening situation?

That's not necessarily a thrill.

The first is that your palms are sweaty, and your body starts to tense because of instinct. The senses of the whole body are sharp to the extreme, and even the discomfort caused by the slightest wrinkle on the clothes will be magnified a thousand times.

The epidermis is chilly, and you begin to feel itchy on your back and arms as your erector pili muscles – or goosebumps as they are commonly known as goosebumps.

Then your lower body starts to go limp, and you can't stand firmly on the ground on your feet.

You become extremely sensitive to all the wind and grass, and you can no longer maintain a calm and objective mind, but magnify all threats, even a small worm suddenly flying over your head, which can cause a hysterical reaction at such times.

You don't feel any thrill or excitement, you just have the urge to turn around and run away from it all.

-- Even though standing on the other side of the mud in the woods was just a dirty "little" dog.

"I—what should I do!" Margaret held a stick tightly in both hands and faced the dirty miscellaneous dog opposite, although she asked Henry and Mira next to her, but she didn't dare to take her eyes off the other party, for fear that one of them would pounce on him if she didn't pay attention.

"Calm down. Henry spoke, his voice often giving courage at such times, and the Sage and Mira looked at each other, and the white-haired maiden knowingly prepared to sneak around behind the Furry Dog from the other side—and he continued, "Look at it directly, and never turn around, and never show any sign of fear." The animal is very perceptive, you can't make it feel like you're weaker than it or it will show no mercy. ”

"I—I—phew—" Margaret controlled her breathing, her first mission since her association with the two philosophers, though the group had broken away from their original plans and stayed in the town of Chester in order to give her a real adventure. But Margaret was helpless, and to be on the safe side, they only took on small tasks in the nearby villages that almost no one wanted to take on until she could adjust to the hardships of traveling.

"Posted by: Rosa. Contents: Go to the nearby forest to find the lost puppy Giorgio for two copper coins. ”

Although paper was relatively cheap on the east coast because of the more advanced civilization, the pleas or bounties posted on the village billboards were still as simple and space-saving as possible. The information it reveals is scarce, and it is unclear if there are some dangerous beasts in the nearby forest.

Fortunately, our Sage has always been methodical, and the lack of information does not bother him. Just sort out the clues, and then understand what you need to do in an organized and planned way, and then all the problems will be solved one by one.

When the Mercenary Guild receives the kind of documented mission, the corresponding information will naturally become more detailed as the level requirements increase. This is one of the reasons why they have developed to such a scale, and if they do not have their own strengths and characteristics, they will inevitably be squeezed out by many imitators and disappear from the beginning. Detailed and reliable information is the privilege and advantage of the listed mercenaries, and the mercenary union's greatest selling point - but beyond its radius, the small tasks of the small villages that the mercenary guild does not look down upon have also developed their own set of effective arguments.

Unlike the mercenary union, which can optionally hide the name and identity of the publisher, everyone knows each other in this sparsely populated village. Therefore, even if the message on the paper is written as short as possible to save money, the name is never omitted.

So just ask a little about the locals in the neighborhood and they will know who they are looking for.

Careful preparation is always important, especially when looking for lost or lost people, pets, or belongings. By investigating the local environment in detail, and breaking things apart, it is easier to find at least a reliable and reasonable direction than to dive headlong into the vast forest to find a needle in a haystack, even if you can't give a clear answer.

Thoughtful, calm, meticulous and organized.

Our Sage Sage's way of dealing with things Milla was accustomed to, but in Miss Margaret's eyes, it made her thoughtful.

This petite, curly-haired aristocrat was born with a golden key in his mouth, and for more than ten years of his life, he has been in contact with the upper class of the Padrossi Empire. She spoke the High Lamanite language and wore clothes made of fine fine linen. Even if there is no aristocratic aggressiveness due to good cultivation, there is still a trace of fireworks that do not eat the world.

She is like the princess in those romance novels who is attracted to the common boy and falls in love - such stories usually stem from the attraction caused by the difference between the two classes. She instinctively wondered about the various aspects of the lives of these civilians who were "different from herself", but this curiosity was not respectful, as if humans were pouring molten lead into an anthill just to see what the structure was inside.

Although Margaret is a lovely and empathetic aristocratic lady, she is still a noble lady. Her mind was high, as if the gods in the sky wanted to peek into the lives of mortals. In an aristocratic class that actually owns other people's property, freedom, and even life, no matter how approachable, this mode of thinking cannot be shaken off.

But just as humans poured melted lead were amazed at the large, complex structure of the anthill.

Margaret was also impressed by what she had seen along the way, and by the attitude of our Sage Monsieur who had not been surprised as if nothing was new to him.

"Thou shalt be proud of the nobility, and thou shalt not be reduced to the same as the people. But at the same time, thou shalt not look down on the people. ”

"Because even a stupid donkey will show his fierceness when the dragon is in trouble. ”

Her father had been teaching her since she was a child, and when she walked out of the tall courtyard, Margaret was finally able to understand it somewhat.

The aristocracy was the ruling class, and they had to maintain a more superior knowledge and ability than the people in order to be worthy of this status.

But as the family has expanded over the millennium, many people who were born with a key in their hearts have begun to take this identity for granted. In the adventure novels that Margaret reads and likes to promote personal heroism, the words and deeds revealed by the aristocratic incarnation of the elegant and handsome protagonists are not proof that the nobles regard the people as stupid and ignorant and "in need of salvation"?

They can only complain meaninglessly, stupid and ignorant commoners, beautiful and weak peasant girls, waiting for the help of the handsome master.

And their stupid and barbaric deeds need to be rebuked and corrected by the true, good, and beautiful protagonists who are the shadows of the aristocracy - no, the real world is not like that.

A girl from the civilian class will not sit still and be weak, and when she picks up her sword, Margaret does not even dare to look directly. And even if there were no such tricks as the aristocracy, the people were always able to find simple and reliable solutions with their own wisdom.

- So.

What is the meaning of aristocracy?

If the people could live without the aristocracy, what kind of empty and ignorant arrogance was built on the kind of arrogance that so many of the younger generation of Padrosi's aristocrats had?

She was lost in thought, and the thoughts accumulated by a series of recent events burst out in the high concentration of the tension of real fear, and Margaret, after the initial panic, was suddenly distracted and began to think of something else.

"Margaret!"

- As we said a long time ago, it's not a good idea to get distracted in the middle of a fight.

Unless you're a master of the situation and can control it with ease, you're not dealing with more ferocious beasts or bandits, but you're still putting yourself in danger.

The aristocratic lady with curly black hair, a touch of mud and fallen leaves, could easily tell that the cry came from Mira, not only because she was the only other woman within a radius of miles at this moment, but also because Mira's mixed Lamanite accent of the west coast of Loan always elongated the word "li" for "margaret" with a short flick of the tongue as "margaret".

The cry brought her back to her senses, but the moment her eyes were back on the small clearing in front of her, the dirty long-haired dog had taken advantage of her attention to get close enough to see the whites of its eyes—the smell of the animal, the smell of the long-haired hair contaminated and tangled together with the mud, and its menacing baring of fangs, caused Margaret, who had not yet come to her senses, to do what the sage had repeatedly told that she must never do.

- She staggered her eyes and didn't dare to look directly at the beast, and then subconsciously took a step backwards to widen the distance.

This made it sense the fear of the girl in front of it, and the only breakthrough among the three was Margaret, the ragtag grinned the moment Margaret retreated from the timid intent, and then barked furiously the next second, becoming the last trace of pressure that overwhelmed the aristocratic lady's already shaky urge to flee and the courage she had worked so hard to maintain.

"Boom!" she turned her head in an instant and tried to run to the other side, and the motley dog's aroused pursuit instinct caused it to bounce off its hind legs and leave the spot, intending to pounce on its opponent with its back exposed.

There's no way Margaret can outrun a four-legged beast.

It's not possible in normal times, and it's even more fantastical when you're wearing equipment and you're in the middle of a rugged mountain forest.

Even in the best-case scenario, she would have to leave at least a few bite marks and shed a lot of noble blood.

But.

Henry is here.

This was the reason why Mira only shouted to remind Margaret and did not appear overly anxious.

Because the sage is here, the situation is always under control.

In the space of Margaret's thoughts, like a silent ghost, he even narrowed the distance and sneaked into the vicinity of the motley dog, which was obviously in a state of stress reaction, and the fierce face. And the moment Margaret turned to run away, Henry quickly unbuckled the buckle of his breastplate, and then grabbed the shoulder strap with one hand and threw it behind him and rushed out.

He rushed over with an astonishing momentum to intercept and pick up the miscellaneous dog that attacked Margaret with one hand, and then the moment the cuirass thrown out behind him just hit the ground, he turned around and pressed the whole dog under him, and the big hand wearing black elongated leather gloves tightly held the mouth of the whimpering miscellaneous dog, its front paws could only scrape the dirt floor weakly, and its whole body was restrained by Henry, unable to move.

"Bring the belt. He spoke, and the white-haired girl answered with a small leather leash.

The "Woo" Miscellaneous still tried to bare its teeth and threaten, but it could not move no matter how hard it struggled under Henry's amazing grip.

"Be honest. The sage said as he tied his fang-filled mouth tightly. Faced with the existence of a higher class in the food chain, it seems that he knows that he cannot defeat Henry, and the miscellaneous dog gradually stops struggling.

"Collar. Mira pulled out a red collar with a bronze medal on it from her belt, but after one eye with the sage, the latter sighed again: "Forget it, use the belt." ”

He slowly lifted himself from the "little" dog, which weighed no less than 20 kilograms, and after tying it up with a makeshift collar made of a leash, the dirty shaggy dog was somewhat honest.

"'Little' dogs. Mira rolled her eyes as she looked at the shaggy dog, who was only a little lower than Henry's knee.

"When I first disappeared, yes. The client deliberately avoided talking about it because he didn't want to spend more money because of it, it was really cunning. I really hope that they will set strict rules on the release time of tasks in the future. After dealing with the matter, the two looked at Margaret, who was in a state of shock.

The noble lady had more fallen leaves and mud stains on her body, but she didn't care about them, but frowned, and finally said after a long time: "I think the reward for this task should be more than two copper plates." ”

She said this, and Henry and Mira looked at each other, the Sage shrugged his shoulders and the Loan Maiden sneered.

"Congratulations on starting to look like a mercenary, Margaret, because that's what mercenaries do. She walked over, and then held out her hand to Margaret. The noble lady grasped it without hesitation, and then Mira pulled it with one hand, and she stood up.

"I ......"

"Nope. Margaret shook her head: "Concubine, it's really stupid." ”

"Do you want to cancel it?" said Henry, pulling the collared furry dog as he walked towards his freshly unremoved breastplate.

"No, it's different from what I imagined, but that's why I want to keep going. She wiped her forehead with her dirty hand, then smiled and said, "I'm glad you were the ones who took over the task." ”

"We're glad you're not as naïve as you think. Mira smiled back, and Henry shrugged again.

Following the mountain road they had come, the three of them walked out again, ready to go to deliver the mission.

But as soon as they came out of the forest to the entrance of the village, the two of them, who knew from their clothes that they were not locals, came into view.

Dressed in the high-society style of Padrosi, the two men are quite different in age, one is already an old man with a white beard, while the other is still young, about 20 years old.

- Obviously, it has something to do with Margaret.

You don't need the keen insight and experience of a sage to be able to judge this.

For the young man sitting on horseback had just noticed the noise and turned his head, and the moment he saw Margaret, who was covered in dirt, his eyebrows and nose were almost crowded together.

With a "bang!" he pulled out the intricate one-handed long sword with the handguard at his waist, and the tip of the sword glittered with cold light to Henry and Mira:

"You thieves, you are so bold that you dare to kidnap my young lady!"