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Human language is a magical thing, as we have seen before.
Although it was an example of confusion, it was also possible that the confusion was caused by just a few words.
The behavior of using one's own sounds as a means of communicating with peers or similar species exists in most vertebrate animals. As biological intelligence improves, the variety of sounds will become more diverse in order to convey a more complex and complete consciousness.
The means of communication are an extension of consciousness.
An individual hopes to achieve his or her own intentions through this means and uses it. The complexity of the purpose made its patterns more and more complicated, and finally "language" was born. With the development of social civilization and the progress of mankind as a whole, language has become more complex, which requires attention to "wording", "grammar" and so on.
The development of language has reached a considerable height now, but its functions have never changed.
Anyone who communicates has a purpose. Even if it is just a seemingly ordinary chat, it is to use this behavior to get closer to the other person or to make yourself feel happy. It has become an inseparable link in normal social activities, so people have begun to notice their importance since a long time ago. Whether it is using strict wording or even the language itself to divide the nobility and common people or the study of debating, everything is to make those who make a living from this more professional.
But everything has two sides. Since some people are good at it, of course there are also people who are not so good at it due to the influence of nature or the environment in which they grew up.
We have mentioned several times that acrimony and ridicule are the most prevalent among scholars in Laman society, but in fact, if we look at it more broadly, the same is not true for the entire academic circle and even the entire human society.
After language has developed to such a high level as a means of communication, it often only requires a tiny keyword to cause a bloody tragedy.
There was no problem in the communication between the two parties at first, but because of one wrong word, the atmosphere completely changed.
When you are faced with a group of fanatics, you only need to shout the word "Heresy!" to attract all their attention. Even if religion is not involved, if one party accidentally says a certain word incorrectly during a communication between two friends, the friendship may end.
Be cautious, cautious in your words and deeds, for fear that if you say a wrong word, you will be attacked by everyone - a phenomenon similar to this exists in many places, and in this environment, as a person who needs to be on the edge of the knife all the year round The mercenaries who live by licking blood have developed an unwritten industry rule.
Not to mention our Mr. Sage and Little Mira, real mercenaries always communicate with each other with vulgar language.
"I don't trust people who don't swear."
"If I have to be careful when speaking on weekdays, and if I say one wrong word, I will turn against him, then how can I trust him with my life?"
With this creed, they use vulgar and insulting words as a symbol of intimacy - this is a very rare situation in the eyes of the nobles, because if they use such words to even their flesh and blood relatives, , then the best case scenario will be a burst of reprimands from the elders.
These are two completely different classes from their origins to their behavioral habits. They speak different words and have very different ways of thinking. Just as mercenaries can easily identify a noble even if he or she is disguised at the moment, if mercenaries like them who are truly from the bottom of the family pretend to be nobles, they will be crowned like a monkey.
And when these two classes sit together and start talking about something. Friction will definitely occur.
"So, even though I don't think this is Miss's fault, we will compensate you for all your losses." Ferruccio said to Mario. Although the old butler has excellent talents in fighting and judging threats, But it was obvious that he should have learned this from the battlefield or other fields, rather than being a mercenary.
His way of speaking is typical of aristocratic thinking, and it should work in many situations.
Except now.
"Old sir, if we were in Parnilla or any other city with nobles now, then I would buy it. But we are not here, we are in such a place that the noble gentlemen cannot reach, and if I remember correctly Your lady has lost all her gold coins." Mario took a sip of the tea made from dry tea leaves he carried, and then said: "This is exactly the cause of the whole thing, money. I can understand that your lady is not experienced in the world, But you’re not young anymore, can you put aside this pretense?”
"Are you questioning me, denying my dignity and credibility?" Ferruccio frowned obviously. Mira and the sage on the side looked at each other, Henry shrugged and she sighed.
"No, I didn't mean that." "That's what it sounds like!" The smell of gunpowder began to burst out in the conversation. The different ways of thinking caused by different classes made it difficult for them to reach a point in the conversation - Ferruccio believed that aristocrats His credibility and honor are everything, so he values his promise more than anything else, and once he says it, he will definitely fulfill it.
But Uncle Mario is a businessman, and he only believes in free money and real security-the two things that Ferruccio cannot give at the moment.
"Let me take a step back, even if you have money now, old gentleman, what are you going to do after you hand over the money to me?" Mario is worthy of being a sophisticated businessman, and when someone loses his temper at someone, Being able to hold back even at this time fully demonstrated his rich experience. Ferruccio said directly without much hesitation: "Of course, let's say goodbye. This adventure has been enough to bear!"
"Ah -" Mira turned around, and behind her, Margaret, who was sitting on the waterproof canvas holding her legs, subconsciously screamed softly, but then lowered her head, looking depressed.
"Well, that means that after you throw a large amount of money to us, you will turn around and leave somewhere else." Mario continued: "Then how can I ensure that you will not turn around and leave? Are you looking for someone to rob us and take away our money and goods?"
"You!" These words were so serious that Ferruccio was so angry that he was shaking all over, and Mira sighed again, this time to Uncle Mario - although she understood the other person's difficulties.
"I, I vouch for it as a noble!" After all, the old butler Ferruccio is also a person who has experienced some storms. If it were Filippo, he might have gone up to fight with him by now, but he was still able to control his temper. Then explain. 【爱↑去△小↓说△网wqu】
"But this is just a verbal promise." Mario continued: "If businessmen had to believe empty verbal promises, then I would have lost all my money."
"You, you! You question the old man's honor over and over again! You" "Listen!" "You go too far!" "Listen!"
"Listen! Listen! Listen! Old gentleman!" Mario's increased volume made everyone around him quiet down. Looking at the two of them, the businessman uncle continued: "Maybe you don't care about the money, but Yes, I think your family that can afford such a thoroughbred horse must be far richer than us poor traveling businessmen, and you won’t care about this small amount of money.”
"But, old gentleman, you know what. In your opinion, this is a small amount of money. It is all our belongings. Once they are lost, our wives and children at home will starve. Not to mention that we still have Risk of being killed by looters.”
"A businessman can measure risks! Not an adventurer." He said and stood up.
"Yes, I'm sorry! I insulted the honor of the nobles, but we don't have the capital to bet on whether you keep your promise. The price is too high." He walked to the side and scooped up another spoonful from the burning cauldron. He poured the water into the horn cup and continued: "We have encountered enough troubles with these changes on this trip. Now we just want stability."
"If you want compensation, then wait until we complete this transaction and arrive at a safe urban area before handing over the compensation." The heavy rain outside was pouring, and it was already a little after 8 o'clock in the evening. Everyone had worked hard for two days. They were all a little sleepy, but they were all wet and it was difficult to sleep at the moment - he continued: "And if you don't want to compensate, we can accept it. After all, doing business itself has risks."
"In any case, it is meaningless for us to raise this matter now." He said this, the other businessmen nodded, and Ferruccio snorted coldly: "As you like!" After that, he turned around and walked to the shelter on the other side.
""The scene was awkwardly silent for a while.
Even the mercenaries who were laughing and yelling were speechless at this moment.
Henry and Mira are caught between these two classes, and their status is somewhat delicate.
Not to mention the sage who is used to seeing all kinds of life and can perfectly simulate what a certain class should look like in just a few seconds. Our Luoan girl, who was born in the poor class, has seen the vulgarity of many mercenaries and civilians, but she also has aristocratic level knowledge.
Both of them can understand the thinking of both parties, but there is nothing they can do about it.
"Why?" Perhaps affected by the atmosphere of the quarrel just now, Margaret spoke softly during a period of silence.
Wearing a cloak, she squatted alone in the darkness with her knees in her arms. She whispered first, then gradually increased her volume and said again: "Why?"
"Why are you so unwilling to accept the kindness of others?" the curly-haired noble lady said. Obviously, what happened now touched her and reminded her of what happened in the village before. After all, two days is not enough time. In order to dilute the impact of this incident on her who was new to the world.
Margaret continued: "Why! It's obviously from good intentions and good intentions, why do you twist our good intentions into this!"
"" Neither Mario nor the others spoke, perhaps because they were too lazy to argue, or perhaps because they were worried that they would touch the scars of the psychologically injured girl.
"So, have you really seriously considered the consequences of your good intentions?" After more than ten seconds of silence, our Luoan girl, whose hair has grown to shoulder length, spoke softly.
The sage glanced at her, and Mira stood up and walked to Margaret.
This sense of déjà vu was just as it had been when she first met Henry. In Margaret, who almost collapsed while holding her calf, she could see the young girl who was angry because Henry refused to help the begging girl. Own.
Perhaps because of this inexplicable emotion, or perhaps because of the dissatisfaction accumulated during this period, Mira spoke.
"Have you ever considered the consequences of your actions? Have you thought about all this? Have you observed the surrounding environment?" She looked at Margaret condescendingly: "Have you experienced them? life?"
"Do you know that feeling of being in despair and having a life-saving straw appear in front of you?"
"At that time, it is human instinct to want to cling to all possibilities to survive." She said, and after Margaret reacted, she began to fight back: "But I want to help them!"
She almost made a cry, but this made Mira's slender and beautiful white eyebrows frown even more.
"Did you ever plan to take responsibility for them? Or did you just want to hand over the money?"
"Do you think the others will be satisfied if only one farmer is rescued? Are you helping them or harming them by giving them the money?" Henry looked at Mira silently, and the Luoan girl's tone was a little harsh. But he had no intention of stopping her.
"Hey, you've gone too far." The middle-aged mercenary Moro ran over and whispered to the sage, but he just shook his head and signaled not to interfere.
"I want to help them!" Margaret cried loudly. The sound alarmed Ferruccio and Filippo and ran out from the other side, but they just watched and could not intervene.
"You are self-satisfied." Mira said without mercy: "You are just putting yourself in the position of a savior through this self-righteous act of kindness and charity."
"But you can't really help them, you just think you've helped them."
"This is the most typical aristocratic thinking, self-centeredness, thinking that the whole world should run according to your wishes." She said, and Margaret retorted in a voice that was almost screaming: "I don't!"
"Then why did you set up this ridiculous mercenary group?" Recalling her bullying, Mira was obviously angry: "You use coercion to achieve your goals, thinking that being rich and powerful is enough. Can you settle everything, what on earth do you-" She stopped suddenly, because Margaret was stunned.
"Isn't it ridiculous?" The noble lady stared blankly at her eyes, and the tears from the corners of her eyes could not stop pouring out no matter what.
"Miss" Ferruccio whispered, but did not come closer.
"Is this what you think? The mercenary group is ridiculous. Yes, it is very ridiculous." She stood up, dropped her cloak to the ground, and began to wipe her tears with her hands: "I am completely ridiculous. This is ridiculous." The adventure itself is ridiculous, isn’t it!”
"A weak and powerless noble lady is playing tricks, acting recklessly, and dreaming of adventure. It seems ridiculous to you, right?" She said, and at the end she almost cried: " You said I don’t understand them and can’t put myself in their shoes, but then you, what do you know about me!”
"When this adventure is over, I no longer have freedom!" "Miss, stop, what's next--" "Shut up, housekeeper!" Margaret widened her beautiful eyes, the firelight The medium curly black hair and the angry little face looked like an angry goddess for a moment.
"Just as the birds envy the fish that can swim in the sea, the fish also envy the birds that can soar in the sky." She quoted a fable that exists around the world, and then said: "As a mercenary, you experience the freedom of Even if life is difficult, I am still very envious of you."
"Because women from noble families are just tools for political marriages from birth." "Alas -" Ferruccio held his forehead, and Margaret continued, her tone calmer than at the beginning. Many people seemed to have calmed down, but Mira could read from this girl of the same age a feeling of resignation that was almost like a dying old man.
"I'm just a tool. It's left to the arrangements of my parents and elders. In order to achieve the continuation and prosperity of the family, I have planned the tool to be married since I was born." She put on a wry smile: "The date of the wedding is no longer available. Far."
"This adventure is my last willful act." She glanced at Ferruccio and Filippo: "I only sent the housekeeper and the bodyguard to avoid having too much impact from the news. After all, the other party wanted to What I want is a noble lady who lives her own life, not a fool who longs for adventure."
Mira looked at her silently, and Margaret continued: "The little explorer established this ridiculous mercenary group because I want to keep my own."
She whimpered and her words began to break.
"The last memory that belongs to you and can be controlled by your own will"
"You just think it's ridiculous"
Margaret's nose turned red, and she couldn't bear it any longer. She squatted down and wiped away her tears. But the noble lady still maintained a decent manner even at this time. She did not cry loudly, but the suppressed sobs made people even more distressed.
Everyone fell silent.
Including mercenaries and merchants.
"Yes, I'm sorry-" Mira lowered her head.
The rain finally began to gradually decrease.
Margaret's sobs became more obvious. Mobile phone users please browse and read for a better reading experience.
