The Lamani cultural system that has lasted for thousands of years has not only contributed many excellent political, military structures and applied technologies to the world of Rigar, but also made a great contribution to the rich vocabulary of human language. Today, many language families around the world are inseparable from its shadow. Although it is too complicated in wording and has too many grammatical details, the number of speakers of Lamani in Rigar today has gradually dropped to 35%. the following. But as long as it involves some concise vocabulary and idiom expressions, no matter which language the user speaks, the roots of this vocabulary can always be found on the East Coast.
Among them, there are words that cover more and more fields as time goes by beyond their original meaning. If you count them carefully, the number is also very large.
The vocabulary created by the ancients thousands of years ago can still be used to cover the current situation. I really don’t know whether I should admire the wisdom of the ancients, or lament the fact that human beings have never changed from beginning to end.
The pattering of autumn rain in the southwest of Padro plunges the entire world into a hazy sense of beauty.
A Laman idiom once said: "There is no first in literature, no second in military." Ignoring the summary of the second half that is full of Laman aggression, the former encompasses the splendid and rich and diverse cultural characteristics of human beings.
The saying "Nothing is No. 1" is still applicable after thousands of years. When some young people start to argue or even quarrel about who is superior to each other's favorite works, it is always the best word to shut them up.
The Lamanites discovered this many, many years ago. Just as the alternating seasons in the world of Rigar each have their own beautiful scenery, so too are the works of literature and painting from all walks of life, which are extremely difficult for at least most people to accept. The evaluation criteria are simply included.
They each have their own advantages, and wise people should learn from each other's strengths and absorb the best parts from the books they have read. Instead of always being like a restless child, arguing loudly and trying to prove that the thing you like is better than others.
This wise and mature way of thinking can be seen everywhere in this thousand-year-old Eastern Empire. They are more reserved than the young people on the west coast, but this implicitness does not stem from inferiority, but calmness.
There is no need to prove it to anyone, no need to express it to anyone, it just exists here quietly, and your eyes are bound to be unable to move away from it.
The historians of Sivaliya call this "Pazam-Dramani" - "Poison of Laman".
This is a neutral word, actually more like "fascinating poison" in the Shivaliyya context. You can't help but be attracted to Laman culture, but once you start to get in-depth, you will often end up being impacted, influenced, and assimilated by its huge amount of information.
So much so that they can no longer maintain their traditional national culture and become just another inconspicuous member of the Laman world.
That's one of its daunting aspects, but it's the peaceful and beautiful side that we're here to talk about.
The side that maintains tolerance for all things in nature and the spirit of appreciating beauty.
Even on the east coast, there are only a few types of regular tasks that individual or small group mercenaries can receive. After all, the appearance impact brought by the blue card level and excellent equipment has some effect. After staying in the hotel in the small village for more than a day, a group of traveling businessmen heading south came to negotiate with them and tried to invite them to join them. Forward.
Although from the perspective of a sage, these guys are not so much interested in his and Mira's levels and equipment, but rather in the fact that even if they change into civilian clothes, their aristocratic style cannot be lost to a discerning eye. Ferruccio and Filippo can see through it. After all, no matter how strong the two of them are, they only have this number, and if there are two people in the caravan who can be known to be nobles at a glance, even those with evil intentions will definitely take a detour and go away.
If you attack merchants and keep a low profile, you may still have a chance of survival. Attacking nobles will bring disgrace to the entire Padrosi, and the resulting retaliation will be enough to make thieves in the entire empire disappear for a long, long time.
There are no rules in any industry, even thieves and robbers.
In the final analysis, where there is light, there will be darkness, so the bright side and the dark side will have their own hidden rules of coordination.
It's just that no matter where you are, there will always be people who intend to break the rules, whether it's because they are young and energetic or they are driven to a dead end and become hysterical.
Therefore, it is necessary to be on guard against others. Although the security in most areas of the Padrosi Empire is very good compared to the west coast, on some of the more remote and long country roads, vicious robberies that frequently kill and injure people still occur from time to time.
No one would want to take this risk unless they failed in the competition.
The nature of businessmen is always so keen. The big business roads in big cities with good environment and good profits are directly divided up by the more powerful chambers of commerce without such small self-employed businesses. The remaining ones have no money to make and have a hard time leaving. are directly excluded, and of course the only remaining ones are trails that most people avoid either because of the rugged roads or because there are monster robbers on the roadside that prey on people.
Only those who are good at discovering new business opportunities and developing in places where others have not yet been involved can find a glimmer of hope in the shadow of large, wealthy and powerful chambers of commerce.
All in all, the final team, including the traveler and eight other escort mercenaries, totaled more than fifty people. These eight people are only at the green level and are genuine guards jointly hired by small businessmen, while our Mr. Sage and his team are more like foreign aid.
The contract they signed was a cooperation contract rather than a real employment contract, because in the eyes of the businessmen, Henry, Mira and Margaret should be the escorts of Filippo and Ferruccio, so they only temporarily merged with this company. He is a member of the caravan and receives a certain amount of extra commission to ensure that he will help take care of caravan members in the event of an accident.
Henry and Mira, who were well-equipped and mounted war horses, attracted a lot of attention when they joined the team. Compared to the lower-level mercenaries who could only walk and looked very poor, they looked very young. promising.
Youdao is that people are more irritating than others. When they see other people who are younger than themselves but have achieved more outstanding achievements, it must be a lie to say that they are not happy at all in the hearts of these eight guards.
Just because of the maturity brought by age and the cultivation of long-term guard cooperation, they did not lose their temper, but silently distanced themselves, pretending to be indifferent.
"Tch—" Filippo in front of him clicked his tongue in disdain when he saw these mercenaries walking away gloomily. It was obvious that he, who was born in a noble family, had seen such scenes not uncommonly.
Mira believed that Henry had also noticed these potential contradictions. Although a large brigade could avoid external threats to a certain extent, if internal fighting began, the consequences would be more serious than that of a small team.
She became a little nervous. After all, these people had only known each other for less than a day. The only people who knew them a little bit were only a few other people in her team, but Filippo and Ferruccio were unreliable, even though Both of them know some swordsmanship, but they cannot become qualified mercenaries if they can only wield swords.
The girl's hand was never too far away from the hilt of the sword at her waist. She pricked up her ears and looked around like an alert lynx, her nerves tense.
——You can call such vigilance neurotic, but don’t forget the tragic ending of the large-scale brigade escort mission when she was still a layman’s burden——and this time, although the girl herself has made great progress, What they brought with them was three burdens.
There were many people who noticed the disharmonious atmosphere in the team, but Mira was the only one who was tensed.
The gloomy weather had been there since the morning, and they continued to move forward after lunch. When it suddenly started to rain heavily at about 3 p.m., the reaction of the local Padrosi people in the team made the girl stunned for a moment. land.
They didn't worry about being trapped in the middle of the road by the rain, and they didn't worry about how to escape if the road became muddy and difficult to navigate and were targeted by bandits——
The Lamanites traveling with their families brought out their small folding stools. These exquisite little things made of wood and canvas could be placed on the carriage without taking up much space. Businessmen later joined them, many of them holding a whole glass jar of preserved lemon slices, obviously used to make drinks. Even the eight gloomy-faced mercenaries relaxed their brows, found a seat in the center of the passenger carriage surrounded by the awning, and began to taste the pancake snacks brought by the people.
In less than 10 minutes, they turned the convoy into a small camp and started talking and joking.
The atmosphere changed so quickly that Mira was at a loss.
Everyone looked natural and relaxed. The children were hiding among the covered carriages, lying on the wooden windows and pointing outside, laughing and playing. The adults walked out of the car door and walked under the awning, set up tea kettles and started boiling water. The traveling businessman who set off together took out a xylophone and played music. The whole scene did not look like traveling in a dangerous area but just a relaxing outing.
For a moment, the tense Mira felt like an idiot.
"Don't worry, this is Padrosi, not the West Coast." Henry said to Mira who was still soaked in the rain. He obviously knew that the scene that was very similar to the past made the white-haired girl feel a little nervous: "Of course, be vigilant. It’s important, and being too tight can be harmful rather than helpful.”
"Relax appropriately." The sage said, and Mira stayed for a while, took a few deep breaths, and hesitated for a while, like a wanderer who had arrived in a new land and was still adapting to the scenery on the distant horizon.
She thought, hesitated, and finally nodded slowly but firmly, then climbed off the horse and ran into the awning.
"Oh, white-haired mercenary lady, are you here too?" The person who spoke was a businessman uncle. He smiled at Mira and at the same time added more charcoal to the earthenware stove.
"Haha, you're getting wet. The weather in the south is like this. When it's sunny, it's sunny for more than ten days in a row. Then it suddenly starts raining and it rains non-stop. Passengers over there have prepared towels. Go and find them. They want it." The uncle said this, and Mira nodded: "Thank you."
She said, and just as she was about to take steps, the other party spoke again.
"This kind of life is pretty good, right? Just stop when it rains heavily. Walking is very difficult anyway, so it's better to slow down and enjoy it."
he said.
Life.
Life.
This word, which only existed in the Lamani language, stopped Mira in her tracks.
Although she had learned and mastered the general meaning of the word before arriving in the Southern City-State Alliance, that kind of understanding and mastering was like parroting - she could follow the detailed explanation in the textbook and say it word for word, she She knew all the words and syllables, but she didn't understand the concept.
Like most other West Coasters, like most other Loans.
So far, before meeting Henry, and also after meeting Henry, she had just desperately, desperately, just tried to stay alive.
Even during the free time she stayed, she was studying hard, as if there was an invisible pressure that was forcing the girl to keep running, running forward, and before she knew it, it had already been one year and two years. Years and three years have passed.
"Life means stopping."
“Don’t rush forward, but occasionally allow yourself to relax, enjoy a moment of peace, and enjoy the beauty of the moment.”
She seemed to understand something.
Looking back for a moment, before she knew it, she had reached a height that was difficult for her to understand.
Is it time to slow down and enjoy some peaceful time?
The feeling of being out of place that has always existed since arriving in the Padrosi Empire turns out to be not a distinction between civilization, race, or language, but rather it has this essence.
This feeling is hard to describe, it can only be understood.
The Lamanites are indeed qualified to ridicule the people of the barren kingdoms on the west coast and other areas as "barbarians", because whether you are born in the Padrosi Empire or not can directly determine the attitude and rhythm of your entire life.
She joined the ranks of these people "living". Since the rainy day was not suitable for traveling, she simply stopped, slowed down the pace and enjoyed life.
This would have seemed to Mira a year ago as laziness and unmotivated behavior, but now she gradually understands it.
"If you live just for the sake of living, then life is meaningless."
"If you can't see the beauty in front of you and appreciate the indescribable beauty of this detailed scenery, then having a lot of money will only be full of emptiness."
"Huh..." She breathed a long sigh of relief.
Some transformations begin from the inside out.
- But just like anything else, some people like it and others will turn their noses up at it for various reasons.
The person responsible for playing this role this time is, unsurprisingly, Filippo.
For a young man who was born in Padrosi and was still a nobleman of Padrosi, he was accustomed to the so-called enjoyment of life and scenery. This scene did not feel what Mira felt in her heart. Healing and peace.
In fact, less than three hours after setting off early in the morning, Filippo was already showing obvious signs of impatience.
In order to take care of the speed of the dozen or so carriages in the entire team, even though the horse he was riding was a top-notch Padrosi thoroughbred horse, he could only slow it down and let it walk slowly. The fact that he couldn't let go and ride the horse was enough to make Filippo feel unhappy. In addition, nothing happened along the way. Apart from walking, the rest was still walking. The excessive boredom and the same scenes made the young man unhappy. Start caring about everything.
The temporary clothes he bought didn't fit him very well, and the original owner wasn't very tidy, so Filippo always felt that it smelled like sweat - and maybe some fleas, because he always felt that it smelled like sweat. After I put on these clothes, I felt itchy all over.
So the others in the group just watched this young man scratching his head and shaking his head, looking back and forth at the other people around him. He looked like a monkey who couldn't calm down and had no decency. The old butler Ferruccio next to him looked at it from a distance, his eyebrows almost twisted together.
For such Filippo, it was a relief to quickly reach the destination and end this boring journey. When people stopped like this, he suddenly became angry and looked around, planning to succeed. A word of mouth to vent the dissatisfaction in the chest.
"What's so good about this kind of thing!" The young man said loudly and deliberately. He was not facing anyone, but he was obviously speaking to Margaret. The subtext was that the adventure that the aristocratic lady longed for and looked forward to was just a boring journey in the end, so it was better to end it earlier - but the young man turned his head to look, and Margaret was among the people making tea, eating snacks and conversing. His face was so excited that he didn't even notice him.
"Tch..." This made the unhappiness in his heart even more intense. Filippo glanced around and was thinking of finding someone to vent his anger on, when he saw one of the eight guards eating pancakes without saying a word. He walked towards this side cautiously.
The young man frowned, and the middle-aged man happened to glance in this direction. In just a moment, the relaxed look on the latter's face disappeared.
"Some people are just greedy for pleasure and have this kind of virtue all their lives." Dao did not agree with each other. He was about to turn around and leave, but Filippo spoke sourly behind him.
"..." The middle-aged mercenary stopped.
"You said...what?" The middle-aged man turned around. He was obviously suppressing his anger: "How can you, who is born in a noble family and pampered, understand something!" He roared out, his voice loud and commanding. The originally joyful atmosphere in the entire temporary camp came to an abrupt end as if being strangled.
Everyone looked at the two people confronting each other silently.
"I said, no wonder you are still a green card. A person who is greedy for pleasure and does not even do what he should do. Isn't it natural that he has never grown up in his life." Filippo stood at the exit of the temporary camp and continued Said so.
"You, you! Who is willing to be poor? You, you, you nobles, what do you, a young kid, know!"
"What do I know? Let me tell you, I've seen a lot of people like you."
"If you don't work hard and enjoy yourself, then you can't see anyone who is younger and more promising than yourself all day long. You are filled with despicable jealousy and unbalanced emotions, but you don't look for the reasons from yourself. You just slander and attack those who are better than yourself every day. People who are taller think that others have done something wrong, and think that everyone in the world owes you, right?"
"You, you! That's too much!"
"Qiang——" The middle-aged mercenary pulled out his long sword.
It rains continuously.
"Oh, you want to fight, right? Then come outside." Felipe moved his body, then picked up the long sword and walked out into the heavy rain first.
"..." The middle-aged man then walked out.
"No, let's use our identities to prevent things from getting worse." Mira wanted to run out, but Henry reached out to stop her.
Both of them were holding swords with one hand, and the thin rain made the cold light reflected on the sword become hazy. Filippo stood there with his feet apart, staring at each other intently.
"...Crack!" The middle-aged mercenary's short leather boots made a splash on the slippery mud floor.
He launched the attack first.
