The Legend of Fatality

On the table in the next room, breakfast was set. The huge ham rested section by section on the forged steel plate. Thick disc-shaped cheeses are stacked together to form a coveted monument. Large chunks of dwarf bread, dark and yeasty, piled up in the middle of the table like a mountain.

The smell of beer permeates the air, and the barrel of beer has been opened. Bane saw Grey Logan and Snowry crouching beside the huge fire, drinking beer gulp, and stuffing food into their mouths, just as they had just heard the news of the impending famine. Of course, Bane Not surprised by this.

Warwick looked at them as if they would perform a new heroic miracle at any time. His metal leather Facebook is on hand in case he needs to record it at any time. He wore a pair of new glasses, and Bai En realized now that they were imitated by his uncle's.

In addition to the few people familiar with Bai En, there is another dwarf also present. Bai En did not recognize him, nor did he introduce him to everyone in a dwarf way immediately. He just stared at Bai En suspiciously, as if waiting for him to steal a knife and fork. Bai En ignored his glare and walked over to the table, taking his own food. Then he found that this was one of the best things he had eaten, and he immediately spoke out about the food.

"You better drink some beer, young Brian." Snowry suggested. "That tastes better."

Bai En doesn't like people calling him a young man, but when he is now, it seems that this is not so important, not to mention that the dwarf in front of me may have lived for hundreds of years. So he said: "It's too early to drink.

"It's noon," Guerrerogan interjected to correct.

"Young Bai En, you have slept for two nights," Snowry said.

"A minute of waste is like a copper coin." The dwarf that Bai En didn't know grumbled. Bai En turned to look at him. He saw that the dwarf was shorter than most dwarves, but also wider than most dwarves. His beard was long and dark; his hair was cut short, parted from the middle, and pressed against the scalp. Bai En feels that if the other person's beard is not so long, but only the upper part of the lips, this shape is indeed quite familiar.

The dwarf's eyes were sharp and sharp. Although his serious black top and trousers were obviously of good workmanship, they were old and patched. His high boots look very old, but they shine brightly. The metal plate protects the heel from wear. He was fat and had a fleshy feeling on his face, which reminded Bai En of other wealthy businessmen he knew on Fatalin Island. He advised everyone to have a big meal in the fully equipped meeting room, where they discussed serious matters. As the dwarf was talking, he groped his waist and seemed to keep checking whether his flat wallet was still there.

Bai En bowed to him. "Bern-Fatlin works for you and your family." Perhaps the shrewd businessman's temperament on the other side made him use the name of the family he had negotiated with Falheim subconsciously.

"Ogle-Ogson." The dwarf said, bowing. "You will not be connected to Falheim-Faltalin in Heidelberg, young man?"

Bai En felt a little uncomfortable for a while, even though the young man was somewhat praiseworthy to him now, but the words spoken by similar people in a similar tone still made him very angry. But after all, he named Fatalin after representing the fake family name of Fatalin. So he forced himself to face Ogson's eyes calmly and said, "That's my brother."

"I had good business dealings with him before. Your brother is very good at doing business-for a human being."

This dwarf's almost contemptuous tone made Bai En angry, but he remained calm and reminded himself that he was still a stranger here. It's not okay to get angry in a castle full of grumpy dwarves. These dwarves may be relatives of this stranger.

"If he wants to do business with you to make money, he must do it, Ogle-Ogson," Guerrerogen said unexpectedly.

"Augson is a well-known wealthy slave." Snowry also said happily. "Snowry knew that when he took out a coin from his wallet, even the king's head on the coin would blink."

The two oathbreakers laughed when they heard this old joke. Bai En did not know how much they had drunk. Ogson's face turned red. He looked like he wanted to be angry, but he didn't dare.

Apparently, neither Gray Rogan nor Snowry cared about his wealth, his influence and his relatives. This made Bai En think about the problem again, how can a person live in a world without restrictions.

Perhaps the problem is too deep, but just like the specific problem they discussed in the kitchen of the Black Tower, what should you do when you are scorned and insulted by a person, or even a small person. Falheim is perhaps the most casual of all people, and he thinks it depends on his mood at the time. Maybe he will let him go, maybe he will make the other party suffer a little.

Ye Xiao thought that as long as he had nothing to do with honor, he would ignore it. But everyone has a different view of honor itself, and everyone adheres to different honor criteria, so there is no real answer.

Dean believes that the other party should be taught hard, just to prevent more people from doing this to themselves in the future. Antaratm generally agrees with Falheim, but he believes that if you want to do it, you must solve it cleanly.

Amen Cannon is the only one who thinks this kind of thing is meaningless, life is too short, and there is no time and energy to spend on this kind of thing, otherwise it will be devoted to life. The most ironic thing is that among all people, only Amencanon can live longer than others because of his blood.

In fact, considering that the night owl was dead, Bai En was not sure how long others could live, but maybe Amen Cannon would be longer than all of them if they had no accidents.

Bai En sighed secretly. When he was younger, he would also think about what he would do when facing an unfriendly attitude or even an insult. It seems that Jiubibao is a good choice, if you don't need to take corresponding responsibilities.

At the same time, Bai En thought of an unreliable answer about how to live in a world without any restrictions. Or fear may also allow people to maintain a respectful attitude towards themselves and at the same time to keep people away from themselves so as to achieve an unrestricted life.

But there may not be many people like Grerogan and Snowry in this world. How can these people be kept afraid of one person? Power? Even with God-like strength, when faced with a person like Guerrerogan, if he does not look good, he will choose to resist.

At the same time, if a person really has the power of God, would he care about it? Will humans care about ants' insults? Thinking of here, Bai En smiled self-deprecatingly ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ Maybe just like someone said, when you are angry, just because you can't do anything about it.

"There has never been a person who made money by spending money." Just as Bai En fell into his rapid thinking, Ogson said arrogantly, then turned and strode back to another room.

Varrick looked at Ogson who had left, then turned to look at Bai En, and then quickly moved his eyes to Grerogan and Snowy.

"You should be better to Mr. Ogson," Warwick finally sighed. "He funded the expedition."

Hearing this, Guerrerogan spit out a beer in surprise. He turned his head to examine the young scholar as if he had just said that gold grows on trees. "The most powerful miser in the dwarf kingdom will give you gold. I am more interested in this matter! Tell me more about this!"

"My uncle will come in a moment." Warwick looked at Grey Rogan and sighed again long.

Bai En suddenly laughed, he suddenly understood the answer to this question. Can a person live an unlimited life in the world? Want to do anything you want to do? The answer is no, because even if you are a god, there are always people like Guerrerogan, who don't care about all the threats in the world, just because they will oppose you and hinder you because they don't look good.

Unless there is really a god, all creatures in the world can obey unconditionally. But what kind of world will that be? Bai En feels that maybe that is the world where the **** of death is, only the world of the unconscious dead.