Paine's game

"How much do you know about Fantasy Matches?"

Paine asked after pondering for a moment.

"Then sir, you have asked the right person. In Copenhagen, I dare say that no one knows fantasy matches better than me."

The mustache smiled and actually took out a fantasy match from under the bar.

"This fantasy match first appeared in Copenhagen, so Copenhagen is the most addicted to this thing. And if this thing is used too much, it will have serious side effects."

Mustache tapped the wooden bar with his index finger, making a thumping sound, "The more you use it, the more silent you become. The whole person will become slower and slower, and less and less sensitive to external stimulation."

Sensitivity, in the end you will almost lose your emotions and sensitivity to external stimuli."

Mustache said rather disdainfully, "In my opinion, those guys are just zombies. If you ask me, they are just White Walkers with no desire to attack."

"White Walker? What is that thing?"

"Sir, don't you know this?"

Mustache looked at him in amazement, "The White Walkers are a mysterious and vicious creature from the land of eternal winter in the North Sea. They once caused great chaos and war on the continent of Europa. In the end, all countries organized an unprecedented army.

It took a powerful coalition force to drive these damn things back to the land of eternal winter in the north of the Great Wall."

"Stop talking, they've been back a long time ago."

A drunken drunkard staggered by and said, "The White Walkers didn't lose at all, they just disliked the fact that it's too hot here for us!"

"Hey! You drunkard, if the guards hear you, they will take you to the front line!"

Mustache shook his head. "Of course, although the White Walkers were driven back, those monsters have never given up their coveting of the continent of Europa. Whenever the ice freezes the ocean, sporadic White Walker troops will cross the sea.

Come. The Kingdom of Denmark, which belongs to the Northern Alliance, is one of the new forces resisting these monsters. We are responsible for dealing with the fish that come from the Greenland Sea and pass through the Swedish and Norwegian defense lines. I was also a soldier of the Royal Third Regiment.

, I had a head-on battle with these undead creatures on the border of the Greenland Sea. If I hadn’t been hit by an arrow in my knee later, I should have been working as a quartermaster by now."

"Being the quartermaster? What were you responsible for at the time?"

"I was the chief cook of the Third Royal Regiment at that time!" Mustache said with a proud look on his face.

Paine remembered that Durant also mentioned the Royal Third Legion when he was arguing with Charlotte, and said that those high-purity fantasy matches were requested by Commander Anderson of the Third Legion.

"I heard that soldiers on the front line also need fantasy matches now?"

Mustache sighed, "Not to mention on the front line, here in Copenhagen, many people have the courage to continue living by striking two matches a day, let alone the front line. The situation there is too bad. Compared to that

In the harsh natural environment, the White Walkers are the most troublesome."

"The White Walkers are tall, gaunt, with pale skin, and have a pair of deep blue eyes like ice. They have a very strange reflective armor that changes color as they move. They are superb in swordsmanship, and they wield a strange light.

The blue glow resembles a long sword made of thin crystal shards, as if cold enough to shatter anything it touches. Only the strongest warriors can contend with the White Walkers in a one-on-one duel, while everyone else will.

Their lives were taken away under the crazy offensive of the White Walkers. Their words were as harsh as the cracking ice. As long as the weak-minded cowards hear this sound, they will be deprived of the courage to resist."

"But as long as you strike a few matches before fighting them, you will be full of joy and courage. On the front line, fantasy matches were once important military supplies."

"What happened next?"

"The new king came to the throne, declared fantasy matches as contraband, and severely cracked down on high-purity fantasy matches, while turning a blind eye to ordinary fantasy matches."

Mustache pinched off the fantasy match in his hand, "To be honest, I feel very bad about this thing, very bad. Although I can't live without this thing in the military camp, but I want to tell you, never

Being addicted to this thing will only make you become more and more like an insensitive White Walker."

"Thank you for your advice, I will remember it."

"I hope you really listened. Oh, your goat steak has arrived." The maid with a mustache took the plate from the back kitchen and brought it to Paine.

"Sir, please use it slowly."

"I also want to ask you a question." Paine said, "If you offend Charlotte, will it be a very troublesome thing in Copenhagen? I don't know if you know him. I heard that he used to be a fantasy match dealer.

dealer."

"Charlotte?" Mustache's eyes lit up, "Are you the fat, short, treacherous person with small eyes?"

"Yes, he usually carries a cane." Paine said.

The mustache's eyes flickered, and he fell strangely silent.

"That's not necessarily a bad thing."