"What 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."
Mustache chuckled, 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 one will almost lose emotion 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 have been driven back, those monsters have never given up their desire for the continent of Europa. Whenever the ice freezes the ocean, sporadic White Walker troops will come across the sea. Affiliated to the North The Kingdom of Denmark in the Alliance is one of the new forces resisting this group of 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, fighting with the Greenland Sea border. This group of undead creatures had a head-on battle, and if it hadn’t been for an arrow in the knee later, they would have been working as quartermasters by now.”
"Being the Quartermaster? What were you in charge of at the time?"
"I was the chief cook of the Third Royal Regiment at that time!" Mustache looked proud.
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 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 emit a strange glow when they wave. The blue light 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 one-on-one duel, and everyone else will. The lives of the White Walkers were taken away under the crazy offensive. Their words were as harsh as ice cracking. 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 filled with 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, 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 is here." 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."
