Although we have talked about why people like horror stories and adventure literature before, the description is not very detailed. Fastest update
Ultimately, what makes the adventurous sense of fear that creators and artists work so hard to create so popular is their false nature. The more realistic the work is, the more obvious the experience and stimulation it can give readers. However, after all this stimulation has passed, the dangers that exist in books will not actually endanger them. The stimulating experience only stays in the imaginary world. They can withdraw from the fear of this adventure at any time and return to their original daily life.
This is why there is a saying among Padrosi's upper class: "What they like is not adventure, but control."
It is carried out within the scope of one's own control, and can temporarily escape from the heavy daily things and the responsibilities required to hold a high position, and provide mental stimulation.
It naturally cannot present any real danger. In fact, it is extremely risky to engage in literary creation in Padrosi, because the readers are all upper-class people, and if anyone is influenced by the books to do stupid things, the author will be labeled as "abettor". head. This is why most of the authors themselves are from quite aristocratic backgrounds, not only because their status can protect them from being condemned, but also because this industry requires paying for high-priced printing out of their own pockets. If people who are not worried about life want to engage in Creation will only make you laugh out loud, but let’s get back to where we are.
It is precisely because there is no real danger that horror literature and adventure genres are so popular.
So, if you were actually in a scary situation, what would you feel?
That's certainly not thrilling.
First your palms get sweaty and your body starts to tense up out of instinct. All the senses in the body are sharpened to the extreme, and even the discomfort caused by the slightest wrinkle on the clothes will be magnified a thousand times.
Your skin gets cold, and you start to feel itchy on your back and arms due to goose bumps on your arrector pili muscles.
Then your lower body starts to feel weak and you can't stand firmly on the ground with your feet.
You become extremely sensitive to all disturbances. You can no longer maintain a calm and objective mind but magnify all threats. Even if a bug suddenly flies to your head, it will cause a hysterical reaction at this time.
You won't experience any thrills and excitement. All you have is the urge to turn around and escape from it all.
Although standing across from the muddy ground in the forest was just a dirty "little" dog.
"I, what should I do!" Margaret held a wooden stick tightly with both hands and faced the dirty mixed-haired dog opposite. Although she asked Henry and Mira next to her, her eyes But he didn't dare to move away from the other party, for fear that he would pounce on him if he didn't pay attention.
"Calm down." Henry said. His voice can often give others great courage at such times. The sage and Mira looked at each other, and the white-haired girl knowingly prepared to sneak around to the mixed-haired dog from the other side. behind him and he continued: "Look directly at it, don't turn around, and definitely don't show any signs of fear. Animals are very sensitive, and you can't make it feel that you are weaker than it or it will be merciless."
"I, I cry" Margaret controlled her breathing. This was her first mission since she was paired with the two sages. Although in order to give her a real adventure, the group broke away from the original mission. Plans no longer stop in the small town of Chester. But Margaret was powerless after all, and to be on the safe side, they only took on some small tasks in nearby villages that few people were willing to take on until she got used to the hardships of traveling.
"Published by: Rosa. Content: Search for the lost puppy Giorgio in the nearby forest. The reward is two copper coins."
Although paper is relatively cheap on the east coast because civilization is more advanced, such help or rewards posted on the notice board at the head of the village are still as concise and concise as possible to save space. The information it revealed was extremely sparse, and it was not stated whether there were any dangerous beasts in the nearby forest.
Fortunately, our Mr. Sage always does things in an orderly manner, and the lack of information does not trouble him. As long as you sort out the clues and then clearly define what you need to do in an orderly and planned manner, all problems will be solved one by one.
When the mercenary union accepts such recorded tasks, the various corresponding messages will naturally become more detailed as the level requirements increase. This is one of the reasons why they have been able to develop to such a scale. If they did not have their own strengths and characteristics, they would be squeezed out by many imitators from the beginning and disappear. Detailed and reliable intelligence is the privilege and advantage of listed mercenaries, and it is also the biggest selling point of the mercenary union. But outside its radiation range, people also develop those small tasks in small villages that the mercenary union looks down upon. Developed his own set of effective sayings and practices.
Unlike the mercenary union, which can selectively conceal the name and identity of the poster, everyone in this sparsely populated small village knows each other. Therefore, even if the message on the paper is kept as short as possible to save money, the name will never be omitted.
So just by asking the locals nearby, they will know who they should find.
Careful preparation is always important, especially when searching for a lost or missing person, pet, or belongings. Investigate the local environment in detail and follow the clues to uncover things layer by layer. Even if you cannot give a clear answer, at least a reliable and reasonable direction will be easier than diving into the vast forest to find a needle in a haystack.
Thinking, calm, meticulous and organized.
Little Mira has long been accustomed to the way our Mr. Sage handles things, but in Miss Margaret's eyes, it makes her thoughtful.
This petite curly-haired aristocrat was born with a golden key in his mouth. In his more than ten years of life, he has only been exposed to the upper class of the Padrosi Empire. She spoke High Lamani and wore clothes made of fine, high-grade linen. Even if there is no aristocratic aggression due to good cultivation, there is still a trace of otherworldly atmosphere.
She is like one of those romantic love stories where a rich princess is attracted by a commoner boy and falls in love. Such stories usually originate from the attraction caused by the differences between the two classes. She was instinctively curious about all aspects of the lives of these civilians who were "different from herself", but this curiosity did not come with any respect, as if humans were pouring molten lead into an anthill just to take a look inside. What kind of structure is it?
Even though Margaret is a lovely and understanding aristocratic lady, she is still an aristocratic lady. Her thoughts were high, as if the gods in the sky wanted to peek into the lives of mortals. In the aristocratic class that actually owns other people's property, freedom and even life, no matter how approachable they are, this mode of thinking cannot be shaken off.
But just like humans who drank molten lead, they were surprised by the huge and complex structure of the anthill.
Margaret was also deeply impressed by what she saw along the way and by our sage's calm attitude as if nothing was new to him.
"You should hold on to the pride of the nobility and not be reduced to the same level as the common people. But at the same time, you should not underestimate the common people."
"Because even a stupid donkey will show its fierce look when the dragon is in trouble."
Her father had been teaching her the truth since she was a child. After walking out of the tall courtyard, Margaret finally understood it.
The aristocracy is the ruling class, and they must maintain superior knowledge and abilities to the people in order to be worthy of this status.
However, as the inheritance family has expanded over thousands of years, many people who were born with a golden key began to take this status for granted. Among the adventures that promoted personal heroism that Margaret read and liked, the behavior of the protagonist, who is the incarnation of the nobility, is elegant in conversation and handsome in appearance, is revealed in every word and deed. If you think about it carefully, it is possible that the nobility regards the people as stupid and ignorant and "is Need to be saved”?
The stupid and ignorant civilians, the beautiful and weak peasant girl, who can only make meaningless complaints, are waiting for the rescue of the handsome protagonist.
And their stupid and barbaric behaviors need to be reprimanded and corrected by the true, good and beautiful protagonists who are the shadows of the nobility. No, the real world is not like this.
A girl from a commoner class would not sit back and be weak. When she picked up the sword, she was so powerful that Margaret didn't even dare to look directly at her. And even if there are no entangled tricks of the nobles, the people can always find simple and reliable feasible solutions with their own wisdom.
So.
What is the meaning of the existence of nobility?
If the people can still live smoothly without the nobility, then what kind of empty and ignorant arrogance is the arrogance that oneself and many other young nobles of Padrosi have?
She fell into thinking, and the thoughts accumulated from a series of recent events burst out in a high concentration caused by the tension caused by real fear. After the initial fear and confusion, Margaret came to this For a moment, I lost my mind and started thinking of other things.
"Margaret!"
We've said it a long time ago that getting distracted in the middle of a fight is not a good idea.
Unless you are a master who has sufficient grasp of the current situation and can control the situation with ease, even if you are not facing a more ferocious beast or bandit, you will still put yourself in danger. .
The aristocratic lady with black curly hair stained with some mud and fallen leaves could easily tell that the cry came from Mira, not only because she was the only other woman within a few miles around at this moment, but also because of Mira's The mixed-accent Lamani language on the west coast of Loan always elongates the word "Li" in "Margaret" and pronounces it as "Margaret" with a short click sound.
This cry brought her back to her senses, but the moment her eyes focused on the small open space in front of her again, the dirty long-haired dog had already approached her without her noticing, so close that she could clearly see the whites of its eyes. The fishy smell, the smell of long hair contaminated by mud, and the threatening action of showing its fangs, all together caused Margaret, who had not yet recovered, to make the sage's repeated confession: "Absolutely." Things that cannot be done.
She averted her eyes, not daring to look directly at the beast, and then subconsciously took a step back to shorten the distance.
This made it aware of the fear of the girl in front of it. The only breakthrough among the three was Margaret. The mixed-haired dog bared its teeth for a moment when Margaret showed timidity and backed away, and then violently jumped in the next second. The scream became the last bit of pressure that overcame the tug of war between the noble lady's already shaky escape impulse and her own courage to maintain.
"Boom!" She turned her head in an instant and planned to run to the other side, and the hunting instinct aroused by this mixed-haired dog caused it to instantly jump up on its hind legs and leave the place, intending to expose its back. The opponent pounced.
There was no way Margaret could outrun a four-legged beast.
It's usually impossible, and it's even more impossible when you're wearing equipment and in a rugged mountain forest.
Even under the best-case scenario, she would have left at least several bite marks and shed a lot of noble blood.
but.
Henry is here.
This is why Mira only shouted one sentence to remind Margaret and did not appear overly anxious.
Because the Sage is here, the situation is always under control.
He was like a silent ghost when Margaret was thinking, even closing the distance and sneaking into the vicinity of the ferocious mixed-haired dog that was obviously in a state of stress. The moment Margaret turned around and ran away, Henry quickly unbuckled the breastplate, then grabbed the shoulder strap with one hand and threw it behind him before flying out.
With an astonishing momentum, he rushed over to intercept the mixed-haired dog that was attacking Margaret with one hand. Then, just as the breastplate he threw behind him hit the ground, he turned around and crushed the entire dog under him. Next, big hands wearing black extended leather gloves tightly grasped the mouth of the whimpering mixed-haired dog. Its front paws could only scratch the dirt ground weakly, and its entire body was restrained by Henry, unable to move.
"Bring me the belt." He said, and the white-haired girl came over holding a small belt.
"Woooo" The mixed-haired dog still tried to intimidate with bared teeth, but under Henry's amazing grip, it could not move at all no matter how hard it struggled.
"Be honest." The sage said as he tied its fang-filled mouth tightly. Facing a higher-level existence in the food chain, it seemed that he knew that he could not defeat Henry, and the mixed-haired dog gradually stopped struggling.
"Collar." Mira took out a red collar with a bronze medal saying "Giorgio" from the small leather bag on her armed belt, but after looking at each other with the sage, the latter sighed: " Forget it, use a belt.”
He slowly lifted his body from the "little" dog, which weighed no less than 20 kilograms. After attaching a temporary collar made of a leash, the dirty mixed-haired dog became somewhat more honest. .
"'Little' dog." Mira looked at the mixed-haired dog that was only a little lower than Henry's knees and rolled her eyes.
"When he first disappeared, yes. The client deliberately avoided talking because he didn't want to spend more money. He was really cunning. I really hope they can strictly regulate the release time of tasks in the future." After handling the matter. , the two of them looked at the shocked Margaret next to them.
There were more fallen leaves and mud stains on the noble lady's body, but she didn't care about it. Instead, she frowned and finally said after a long time: "I think the reward for this task should be more than two copper coins."
She said this, and Henry and Mira looked at each other, the sage shrugged and the Luoan girl chuckled.
"Congratulations on starting to look like a mercenary, Margaret, because this feeling is exactly what a mercenary does every day." She walked over and then extended her hand to Margaret. The noble lady grasped it without hesitation, and then Mira pulled it with one hand, causing her to stand up.
"I......"
"No." Margaret shook her head: "I am so ignorant."
"Do you want to cancel?" Henry pulled the collared mixed-haired dog and said as he walked towards the breastplate he had just taken off.
"No, although it's different from what I imagined, that's why I want to continue." She wiped her forehead with her dirty hands, and then said with a smile: "I'm glad it's you who took over the task. ."
"We are also glad that you are not as naive as you thought." Mira responded with a smile, and Henry in front shrugged again.
Following the mountain road they came from, the three of them walked out again, preparing to deliver the mission.
But as soon as they walked out of the forest and arrived at the entrance of the village, a guy who was obviously not a local from the way they were dressed came into view.
The two were wearing slim-fitting clothes in the style of Padrosi's upper class. They were quite different in age. One was already an old man with white hair and beard, while the other was still young, probably in his early 20s.
Obviously, this has something to do with Margaret.
You don't need the acumen and experience of a sage to figure this out.
Because the young man sitting on the horse just noticed the noise here and turned his head. The moment he saw the dirty Margaret, his eyebrows and nose almost squeezed together in anger.
With a "Clang!" sound, he pulled out the one-handed long sword with complicated handguards on his waist, and the gleaming tip of the sword reached Henry and Mira:
"You thieves are so brave, how dare you kidnap my young lady!" rw
