Ride and Cut

"Damn, man." The lord forked a fried sausage and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing fiercely, and the oily meat paste rolled between his lips and teeth, "What's the matter with this bastard?"

He didn't believe that Prince Schmidt came here to deliberately make people sick of himself.

It's not that Li Cha is so naive, rashly trusting outsiders who don't have a deep relationship.

In fact, he knew in his heart that betrayal and conspiracy constituted at least half of the content of the aristocratic world. Anyone who dares to take the tacit understanding in the past as a guarantee for the future, such a fool will never survive three pages in the history book.

It's ironic in today's world - there are very few people who call themselves noble, but there are very few truly noble people, but most of them have more bad water in their stomachs than ordinary people.

However, no matter how a person's position changes, his behavior style is often deeply ingrained, and it is difficult to undergo earth-shaking changes.

Based on the impression he left in the Holy City of Vatican, Richard did not believe that he would use such a low-level method.

Besides, it's not necessary at all - as a miraculously rising local power faction in the wilderness, Gaoshanbao has almost nothing to do with any wealthy family, and it is as clean as a piece of white paper.

As long as this kind of new player in Vanity Fair doesn't completely choose sides, he will definitely enjoy the benefits of both sides, and it is impossible for him to suffer deliberate suppression.

So the lord knows well in his heart that that idiot should be just a personal act of lust and confusion.

Then again, once Elizabeth's beauty is exposed to the eyes of the world, it would be a strange thing not to attract bees and butterflies.

"You are so impulsive, you can hit as soon as you say, and you are not afraid of offending others?" Prince Schmidt was not in a hurry to cut the veal steak on the plate.

Arm-thick butter candles were burning brightly, and for a while the entire banquet hall was so quiet that only the soft sound of knives and forks hitting porcelain could be heard.

Li Cha curled his lips, "With Gao Shanbao's current strength, do you even need to worry about the consequences when you deal with a bum who can't get on the stage?"

"Arrogance is taken for granted. It's really hard to hear such words from other people's mouths." Schmidt picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of his lips. "You know—in the past two years, the upper echelon of Pompeii has undergone too frequent and drastic changes, and everyone has been unable to adapt."

"The struggle for power is always thrilling!" His lips glistened under the candlelight. "Abandoning the Ice and Snow Goddess to welcome the Holy Light means the complete victory of the reformist party to the conservatives. Winners need spoils, and losers also need to lick their wounds, so they have to liquidate, expel some people, support some people again."

"Understandable." Although the lord has never experienced the taste of political strife, he has observed grazing.

The herd in Gaoshanbao is quite large, with tens of thousands of heads. In order to ensure that there are no problems in the daily operation, a team of more than 100 cowherds is maintained all year round.

Forming gangs is one of the most fundamental instincts of intelligent life, and Cowherd is no exception.

Not only were they divided into several factions, large and small, both openly and secretly, but they also fought each other to the death and sword.

When grazing, it is inevitable to encounter some problems, such as animals eating weeds that should not be eaten, or cubs being picked up by wolves. Even in the occasional storm, it is not uncommon to lose some.

Once a loss occurs, it is basically up to the animal husbandry supervisor to decide whether it is a human error or an objective reason.

As a result, in order to improve the status and favor in the eyes of the animal husbandry supervisor, each cowherd tried his best to cover up the mistakes of his own faction, and at the same time, he tried his best to expose the problems of the opposing faction.

There are all kinds of gangs and gangs in the inside, trying to get caught, conspiracy, betrayal, civil punishment and violence. It is more than enough to organize and compile a drama for a month, and it must be very exciting.

It's just such a trivial matter, if it didn't get to the point of fighting with weapons and killing people, Li Cha, the hands-off shopkeeper who always doesn't care about things, might really know about it.

At first, he thought that there was something wrong with these people, so he came directly to a warehouse clearance. As a result, three or four waves of people came and went to see the flowers, and they gave him a change of soup but not medicine, and there were no shortage of problems that should be there.

It's a ridiculous thing to say, the invincible Alpine Fort lord who captured the giant dragon and slashed the Titan down was actually stumped - he couldn't send everyone to the guillotine just because of this.

In the end, it was Buckland who came up with a set of methods for dividing the pastoral areas and assessing the yield, which finally made the cowherds calm down and began to take care of the animals seriously and diligently.

This incident taught the lord a solid lesson.

It turns out that sometimes even if you are strong enough to destroy the world, you may not be able to understand the complicated people's hearts!

To make a digression-the Ripper also used this as a topic to launch war games internally, trying to improve the strategic literacy of the officer corps.

The result is very regrettable. In a fight, a fighter who can stand up to ten is just playing with his mind. In front of the cowherds, he is a group of uncivilized native chickens and dogs. It can no longer be described as a broken army, and he didn't even know how he died!

"The failure of the war, the victory of the mediation, the outbreak of the undead, and the assassination of His Majesty Sargerei will all lead to a new round of struggle, and some foreign forces will also take the opportunity to intervene." Under the light of the orange candle, Prince Schmidt smiled very bitterly. "It's true that power never sleeps, but it's rare to be so noisy."

"The situation in the court is not very good now?" Li Cha took out the wine bottle from the ice bucket, flicked off the cork with his finger, and filled himself and the other party respectively.

"No, the turbulent situation has bred too many speculators." Prince Schmidt took the crystal glass and stared blankly at the amber-like liquor inside. "Before revealing the true face, it is almost impossible to tell who is the idiot who has swelled to the height of the sky."

"Well, it seems that at least one has been identified today." The lord raised his head and laughed, and continued to ask, "How is Baker doing recently?"

"Baker is a very hardworking kid, and he often stays up until the early hours of the morning, but he has just started to deal with government affairs after all." Schmidt shook his glass lightly, "But such a complicated situation, even His Majesty Neo, who is known for his wisdom in San Jose, may not be so easy to deal with."

He gulped down the wine in his glass in a fit of anger.

"So now I urgently need to know whether the information about Titan is accurate or not!"

This burly former cavalry officer stared straight at the lord, his eyes were as paranoid as a gambler who had lost all his money, panting heavily, "Don't fool me with any ambiguous words."

Li Cha looked puzzled: "What do you want me to say? Are they all fake? I made them up when I was bored?"

"It's better to be fake, ha, then everything is fine, Pompeii can win a period of rectification. But if it's true..." Schmidt slumped back on the chair, covering his face with his thick palms, "Gods! This muddy water will become even muddier! It's even more difficult to clean up!"