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Although it is an example of confusion, it is also the result of a few words.

The use of self-produced sounds as a means of communicating with peers or peers is common to most vertebrates, and as biological intelligence increases, there are more and more patterns of such sounds to convey a more complex and complete consciousness of oneself.

The means of communication is an extension of consciousness.

An individual wants to achieve his or her intentions through this means, and then uses it. The complexity of the purpose made it more and more complex, and finally "language" was born. With the development of social civilization and the progress of human beings as a whole, language has become more complex, which has the emphasis on "wording", "grammar" and so on.

Language has reached a great level of development, but its function has never changed.

Anyone who speaks with a purpose in their mouths, even if it's just a seemingly ordinary chat, is to get closer to the other person or to make themselves feel good in this way. It has become an inseparable part of normal social activities, so people have been aware of their importance for a long time. Whether it was the division of the aristocracy and the plebeians in terms of strict wording or even the language itself, or the study of debate, everything was aimed at making the person who made a living from it more professional.

But there are two sides to everything, and since some people are good at it, there are also people who are not good at it because of natural or growing environmental influences.

We have mentioned several times that the snarky and ridicule prevailed most in the academic circles of the Lamani society, but in fact, by extension, the whole academic circle and even the whole human society are not the same.

After language as a means of communication has developed to such an advanced level, it can often cause bloodshed with even a small keyword.

Originally, there was no problem with the communication between the two sides, but because of the wrong word, the atmosphere changed completely.

When you're confronted by a group of fanatics, just shout the word "heretic!" and you'll get all their attention. And even if there is no religion involved, if one of the two friends may have inadvertently mispronounced a word, the friendship may end there.

Be cautious, be cautious in what you say and do, for fear of being besieged by everyone if you say the wrong word - a phenomenon similar to this exists in many places, and in this environment, as a mercenary who needs to lick blood on the knife all year round, it has become an unwritten industry rule.

Our Sage and Mira, the real mercenaries, always communicate with each other with foul language.

"I don't trust people who don't swear. ”

"If I need to speak carefully on a daily basis, and if I say the wrong word and turn against him, then how can I entrust my life to him. ”

With this creed in mind, they used vulgar and insulting words as a symbol of intimacy—a rare sight in the eyes of the aristocracy, for if they used it against even their own kinsmen, it would be rewarded at best with a rebuke from their elders.

These are two classes that are completely different in terms of birth and behavior, and they speak different words and have very different ways of thinking. Just as mercenaries can easily judge a nobleman, even if he or she is already disguised at this time, if they want to let these mercenaries from the real bottom to pretend to be nobles, I am afraid that they will also be crowned by monkeys.

And when these two classes sit together and start talking about something. Friction is absolutely there.

“...... So, although the old man doesn't think it's the fault of the young lady, we will compensate you for all the losses. Ferruccio said to Mario, and although the old butler had a great talent for fighting and judging threats, it was clear that he had learned it from the battlefield or other fields, and not from being a mercenary.

His way of speaking has a typical aristocratic mindset, and in many cases it should work.

Except, just now.

"Sir, if we have Parnira or any other city with nobility now, then I will buy it. But we're not there, we're in such a place where the nobles can't beat us, and if I'm not mistaken, your lady has lost all her gold coins. Mario took a sip of the tea made from the dried tea leaves he carried, and then said: "This is the cause of the whole thing, money, I can understand that your young lady is not deeply involved in the world, but you are not too young, can you put away this behavior?"

"Are you questioning me, denying my dignity and credibility?" Ferruccio frowned visibly, and Mira and the Sage glanced at each other, Henry shrugged and she sighed.

"No, I didn't mean that. "Sounds like that!" The smell of gunpowder began to burst into the conversation, and this difference in thinking caused by the different classes made it difficult for them to get to the point of their conversation—Ferruccio believed that the credit and honor of the nobility were everything, so he valued his promises above all else, and once he said them, he would be fulfilled.

But Uncle Mario is a businessman, and he only believes in the silver and the real security, which Ferruccio cannot give at the moment.

"I said, take 10,000 steps back, even if you have money now, old man, what will you do after you hand over the money to me?" Mario is worthy of being a seasoned businessman, and he can still hold back when he is thrown into a tantrum, which fully shows his experience, Ferruccio said directly without much hesitation: "Of course I will leave it at that, this adventure is enough to bear!"

"Ahh

"Well, that means you'll turn around and leave somewhere else after you throw a large sum of money at us. Mario continued, "So how can I make sure that you don't turn around and go and find someone to loot us, taking all the money and goods?"

"You!" was the answer, and Ferruccio trembled with rage, and Mira sighed again, this time at Uncle Mario, though she understood the other's feelings.

"I, I vouch for my status as a nobleman!" the old butler Ferruccio was also a man who had experienced some ups and downs, and if it was Filippo, he would have gone up to scuffle with him at this time, but he was still able to control his temper and continue to explain.

But that's just a verbal promise. Mario continued, "If the merchant had been to believe in the empty promises, I would have lost all my money." ”

"You, you! You have repeatedly questioned the honor of the old man!" "Listen!" "You deceive people too much!" "Listen!"

"Listen! listen, listen, old man!" Mario raised his voice to silence everyone around him, and looking at the two of them, Uncle Merchant continued, "You may not care about the money, yes, I think your family that can afford such thoroughbreds must be far richer than our poor traveling merchants, and you won't care about this small amount of money." ”

"But, old sir, you know. It seems to you that it is a small sum of money, and it is all our possessions, and if we lose it, then our wives and children will starve. Not to mention the risk of being killed by looting. ”

"A businessman is a risk-taker! not an adventurer. He said and stood up.

"Yes, I'm sorry! I've insulted the honor of the nobility, but we don't have the capital to bet on whether you keep your word, it's too high. He stepped aside, scooped up another spoonful of water from the burning cauldron, poured it into the horn cup, and continued: "We have had enough trouble with all these things on this trip, and we only want to be safe for now." ”

"If you want compensation, then wait until we complete the deal and reach a safe area of town before paying compensation. The rain was pouring outside, and it was already a little eight o'clock in the evening, and everyone who had been tired for two days was a little sleepy, but at the moment they were so wet that it was difficult to sleep—he continued, "and if you don't want to pay compensation, we can accept it, for after all, the trade itself is risky." ”

"In any case, it doesn't make sense for us to bring it up now. As he said this, the other merchants nodded, and Ferruccio snorted coldly, "As you like!" and turned and walked under the shelter on the other side.

The "......" scene was a little silent for a while.

Even the mercenaries who were laughing and scolding were speechless at this moment.

Henry and Mira are sandwiched between these two classes, and their status is somewhat delicate.

Seeing the various states of life, it only takes a few seconds to perfectly simulate the sage of what a certain class should look like. Born into the poor class, our Luoan maiden has seen the vulgarity of many mercenaries and commoners, but also has aristocratic knowledge.

Both of them could understand their thinking, but they couldn't do anything about it.

"Why ......" was probably influenced by the atmosphere of the quarrel just now, and in the silence for a while, Margaret spoke quietly.

She squatted in the darkness in the distance with her knees in a cloak on, first whispering, then gradually increasing the volume and saying again: "Why......"

"Why are you unwilling to accept the kindness of others? The curly-haired aristocratic lady said this, apparently the incident that had touched her and reminded her of what had happened in the village before, after all, two days was not enough time to dilute the impact of this incident on her young people.

Margaret continued, "Why, when it was clearly from good intentions, with good intentions, why would we distort our good intentions into this!"

"......" Mario and none of them spoke, perhaps because they were too lazy to argue, or maybe they were worried that they would touch the scars of the mentally injured girl.

"Then have you really seriously considered the consequences of your good intentions?" After more than ten seconds of silence, our Luoan girl, whose hair had grown to shoulder length, spoke softly.

The sage glanced at her, and Mira stood up and walked in front of Margaret.

This is very strong, just like when she first met Henry, and in Margaret, who was holding her calf and almost collapsed, she saw the young self who was angry at the beginning because Henry refused to help the begging girl.

Maybe because of this inexplicable emotion, maybe because of the dissatisfaction accumulated during this time, Mira spoke.

"Have you ever thought about what you're doing? Have you thought about all this, have you observed your surroundings?" she looked at Margaret condescendingly, "have you experienced their lives?" ”

"Do you understand the feeling of having a life-saving straw in front of you in the midst of despair?"

"At that time, it is human instinct to want to hold on to all possibilities to survive. She said, and Margaret began to fight back after reacting: "But I want to help them!"

She almost cried, but it wrinkled Mira's long, beautiful white eyebrows even more.

"Did you ever intend to take responsibility for them, or did you just want to hand over the money?"

"Do you think that if only one peasant is rescued, the others will be satisfied, and if you give them the money, are you helping them or harming them?" Henry looked at Mira in silence, and the tone of the Roan Maiden was a little impulsive, but he did not intend to stop her.

"Hey, that's an overstatement. The middle-aged mercenary Moro ran over and whispered to the sage, but he only shook his head and motioned not to interfere.

"I want to help them!" said Margaret, crying out loudly, the sound alarming Ferruccio and Filippo both running out from the other side, but they were just watching, and they couldn't interfere.

"You're being self-satisfied. Mira showed no mercy: "You are simply putting yourself in the position of a savior through this self-righteous act of kindness, charity." ”

"But you can't really help them, you just think you've helped them. ”

"This is the most typical aristocratic mentality, the solipsism, the idea that the whole world should work the way you want. She said, and Margaret retorted in a voice that bordered on screaming, "I didn't!"

"And what about you setting up this ridiculous mercenary group?" Mira was visibly furious when she thought back to her bullying: "Use coercion to achieve your goals, thinking that you can settle everything with money and power, what the hell are you-" She stopped suddenly, as Margaret froze.

"Ridiculous...... ? The aristocratic lady stared at her eyes in a daze, and the tears in the corners of her eyes could not stop pouring out no matter what.

"Miss......" Ferruccio whispered, but did not come closer.

"Is that what you think, mercenary group, ridiculous, yes, ridiculous......" She stood up, her cloak fell to the ground, and began to wipe her tears with her hands: "My whole person is ridiculous, and this adventure itself is ridiculous, isn't it!"

"A weak and feeble aristocratic lady is a petty lady, reckless, and eager to take risks, which seems ridiculous to you, right?" she said, and said, and at the end she almost cried out: "You say that I don't understand them, and you can't put yourself in their shoes, then you, and you know what concubines are!"

"When this adventure is over, I will no longer be free!" "Stop, Miss, and then—" "Shut up, butler!" Margaret widened her beautiful eyes, and the black hair curled in the firelight and the angry little face looked like an angry goddess for a moment.

"Just as a bird envy a fish that can swim in the sea, so a fish envy a bird that can soar in the sky. Quoting a parable that exists all over the world, she continued: "As a mercenary, you will experience the days of freedom, and even if you are difficult, you will be very envious of your concubines." ”

"Because a woman from a noble family, from birth, is just a prop for political marriage. "Well—" Ferruccio cupped her forehead, and Margaret continued, her tone much calmer than at first, which seemed to others to be calm, but Mira read in the girl her age a feeling of resignation that was almost like that of a dying old man.

"The concubine body is just a tool, which is arranged by the parents and elders, and in order to achieve the continuation and prosperity of the family, the tools to marry out have been planned from birth. She hung up a wry smile: "The date of this marriage is not far away." ”

"This adventure is the last willfulness of the concubine. She glanced at Ferruccio and Filippo, "Just send the butler and the guard, just to avoid too much impact from leaking the news." After all, what the other party wants is a noble lady who keeps to herself, not a fool who is looking forward to adventure. ”

Mira looked at her in silence, and Margaret continued, "Little explorer...... Set up this ...... Ridiculous ........ The mercenary group is because the concubine wants to stay...... Own. ”

She whimpered, and her speech began to be choppy.

"The last thing is my own....... You can dominate it with your own will...... Memories ......"

"You just think...... Ridiculous......"

Margaret's nose was red, she couldn't hold back it anymore, and the whole person squatted down and wiped her tears. But the aristocratic lady still maintained a decent cultivation even at this time, and she did not cry loudly, but this suppressed sobbing made people feel more and more distressed.

Everyone fell silent.

Including mercenaries and merchants.

"Yes, I'm sorry—" Mira hung her head.

The rain finally began to decrease gradually.

The sound of Margaret's sobs becoming more pronounced.