The Lamanites, who are rich in natural resources, have had the habit of bathing daily since ancient times.

And the most primitive and common way to take a bath is naturally to take a bath.

Thousands of years ago, the Lamani merchants and aristocrats used their huge bathrooms as a symbol of luxury, and these ornate baths, with their glass and mosaic puzzles, had the largest stone baths in the floor. The bottom of it is hollowed out and a brick arched passage leads straight to the outside, where servants outside are constantly adding wood to fan the fire, so that the hot air heats the bottom and keeps the water at a pleasant temperature.

While the cold wind was howling, and the servants could only stay outside, half of their bodies were blown unconscious by the wind, and the other half of their bodies were smoked with firewood and were all covered with dust, while nobles, wealthy merchants, and monks could sit in comfortable baths and enjoy the massages of their wives and concubines and maids.

Throughout history, no matter how poor the region may have been, or whether it was at war or in the midst of extreme scarcity of supplies, the rich have usually been able to live in luxury.

Claims of equality, equality, and freedom can only be bought by young people who are reckless – and often die in wars led by such instigators – and those with a modicum of social experience and insight will eventually know that there has never been true fairness in this world.

Society is made up of classes, and the quality of life of those in the upper class is inherently more important than the survival of the untouchables.

They may not be worthy of these privileges in terms of character, but because they have been conceived in the right womb or have enough money in their hands, it will still happen.

This is how society works—in the face of the four threats of winter, earth dragons, undead and witches, our Loan girl in the small town of Scoti thinks so.

She was now lying on the edge of a stone bathtub, her hair tucked up and wrapped around her with a towel, the steaming heat was clearly visible in the light of the candlestick, and the cold air could be clearly felt beyond the surface of the water, but the girl was only in a daze, unaware of it.

With a private bathroom and a private bathtub, this kind of luxury is naturally not something that a mercenary can have, no matter how good she is.

In the final analysis, all this is still dragging the blessing of Miss Margaret's aristocratic status, and it is impossible for Mira not to accept such a comfortable bath opportunity after a long journey through the wind and rain and the sudden drop in temperature, but after entering the city, panicked civilians are running around looking for anything that can withstand the cold winter, and she keeps questioning herself in her heart while enjoying it.

'Have I become like those nobles?'

The warmth of the water and the flickering light of the fire made her mind fog, and the staccato arguing in her ears faded from vague to clear, and finally Henry's voice sounded as calm as ever—calm with a hint of sarcasm.

"So when you found out about the existence of the Earth Dragon, the first thing you thought of was not to evacuate the villagers and ask for reinforcements, but to suppress the news and wait for it to leave on its own?" The cold winter sunlight poured in through the window, and it became crooked due to the frost on the glass, and the struck Henry's face even more against the mockery in his gray-blue eyes: "This is really a great plan." ”

"You know what, mercenary. The mayor, who had been standing by the fire, said in a shrill voice, and the Lamani language, which was already inclined to be pronounced with the front vocal cords, looked very unpleasant to meet a person with his voice, and his fat body, which proved his status and status, trembled and trembled because of this sentence: "You simple-minded mercenaries only know how to solve everything with a sword, and everything with a sword, do you know how much manpower it takes to deal with the earth dragon, and what if there is a sacrifice?

As he said this, Mira glanced at Henry, and Margaret on the side also had some helplessness in her eyes, and the white-haired girl looked at her mouth and seemed to be muttering to herself, "Who is simple-minded", and Henry continued.

"Then the lord of the city—oh no. He deliberately apologized, but he further expressed his sarcasm in this way: "It's the mayor, it's disrespectful." ”

"You guy—" "Smack!" The fat nobleman slapped the handle of the wooden chair, he wasn't stupid enough to understand such an obvious teasing—but the sage then continued, "Your Excellency the Mayor thinks that the Earth Dragons will definitely not approach the human town as long as they don't attack, right?"

"I mean, sure, even though it's freezing cold and you can't find any food out there, it's certainly not going to come close to a town with lots of food and warm fires, is it. ”

"You mercenary, I know what you want to say, but why do you want to be so nosy?" the mayor stretched out his fat finger and pointed at Henry and shouted, "A mercenary should only know how to kill, and it is not your turn to be the mayor of the town." ”

"Yes, I don't want to call the army and order the militia to fight the Earth Dragon, the reason is just like you are taunting around the corner, it is to save money, and I don't want to take on this responsibility. The fat nobleman stood up, sweating profusely so close to the stove, that he swayed forward like a penguin for two steps, while the servants on either side immediately moved their chairs a little forward.

"Squeak-squeak" The hot south usually uses breathable rattan chairs, but it obviously can't bear the weight of this nobleman, so he uses a solid wood chair, which is now covered with thick fur after the cold weather, and the moment he sits down, the chair and the floor below make a clear and audible sound.

"Hmm-" The voices seemed to make Mayor Mare feel a little embarrassed, his fat face with two mustaches on either side of his upper lip flushed like a ripe tomato, and then he hurriedly said loudly as if to hide his embarrassment, "Don't go to the Earth Dragon! It may or may not attack the town." If it would, it would have been a terrible accident, it would have been sympathetic, and then it would have been. ”

"And if you send troops to go to the crusade, this is taking the initiative to hit the tiger's mouth. Whose head are these dead, and are they counted on you, mercenary?" said the fat nobleman, and then, as if feeling thirsty, reached out and took a precious metal goblet of purple liquid from the table—Mira could smell the rich, sweet smell of fruit from a few meters away—and took a sip.

"Not to mention that now that the weather is freezing, people have to collect firewood, save livestock, hoard food, capture prey, skin them and make warm clothing. When logistical supplies in all respects are no longer sufficient, who will pay for this expenditure? And what about the treatment and bereavement expenses of the dead and wounded? Will you pay for it, mercenary!" he raised his voice, and the words he uttered did have their own reasoning when they thought about it carefully.

This is the first one.

It was the first one who seemed to have won Henry's quarrel - Mira turned her head to look at our Sage Monsieur, who naturally noticed all this.

Henry glanced at Mira, and even he really didn't have much to do with such a person who was too self-conscious. As we have said in the past, if it had not been for Edward, the prince who knew and trusted the sage, it would have been very different. And now, it is a typical example of this kind of counterexample.

When you don't really have the right to speak, how to command an army and how to decide the survival of a town are in the hands of other people, no matter how much knowledge you have, even if you have a complete plan, all you can do is try to come up with it.

After that, if the other person is stubborn and refuses to accept it, there is no other way for you to do it.

Yes, Henry has considerable combat power, but he can't cut this man down and make himself mayor. Lamani society is a civilized society, and the old rule that the strongest can become a leader after winning the battle does not work here, and this is where the most trouble lies.

As many of the adventure biographies popular among the top brass of the Laman Empire would describe—the sage may be omniscient, but not truly omnipotent. There are only a few things they can do alone, and they need the help of others, not so much a hero who saves the world as a hero.

And when this "hero" is unwilling to listen to the teachings, even Henry has not many other options.

"At least—" Seeing that Rao was too sage to convince, Margaret stepped forward—she had the advantage of being a nobleman, which Henry did not have, and the noble lady intended to carry it forward—but before she could speak, the fat nobleman interrupted her with a wave of his hand.

"Listen, young lady, I have helped you cover up that incomparably conspicuous phantom beast so that it can enter the city and stay in the stables without any unscrupulous people watching, and I have provided you with luxurious warm clothing, good housing, and a warm bath throughout the day—basically all that I have, you should have. I think that's the highest courtesy, isn't it—"

"Uh, uh—yes, for that, thank you, Your Excellency Lord Mayor—but—" Margaret choked, but she wasn't going to give up.

"You don't see what I mean, noble miss. The mayor gestured out the window, "Look outside." ”

"You have enjoyed my privileges, with plenty of food and clothing, and a warm stove and a hot bath to bathe. He added, "Not at all." ”

"Pretend that you empathize with the poor who are threatened, and care for them. ”

“......”

"......." Margaret was silent, she lowered her little head and clenched her fists and released them, thinking carefully, but could not find any words to refute it.

"You're here, you're outsiders. The mayor said word for word.

"Just enjoy these things, and let the Scotians take care of the Scotti themselves. ”

"Tick-" "Ah-" The sound of drops of water on her fingertips on the floor woke Mira, and when she rubbed her eyes and patted her cheeks to regain her senses, the door to the outhouse creaked, and with the sound of heavy footsteps, it sounded like Henry had returned from a trip.