Guild Boss's Ambition

I'm back again...

Continuous swing!

"Pfft."

During the ongoing battle between me and Mr. White Dove, the Paladin on the other side of the bench couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She smiled and said, "It seems to like you very much."

I attacked Mr. White Dove with my sharpest eyes and retorted, "No! He is my enemy! If he likes me, he should just go away and let me read instead of staying here and pestering me! Mr. White Dove! Do you know? In this day and age, you can't get a girl just by brute force! If you want to win me over, please use more sophisticated techniques!"

Goooo!

Mr. White Dove responded to me with an equally sharp look and made a fighting cry like a male creature.

"What! You said you're not the kind of pretty boy who goes with the flow. You have your own way of beating up girls? What kind of tough, manly style is that? But even so, I still won't fall in love with you! Just give up!"

At this time, the script I wrote for my own amusement was perfectly met with the complaints of Miss Paladin.

"Well, Miss Lannon, I think it just wants to show you the letter stuck in its foot."

"Letter? Oh, really!"

After Miss Paladin's words, I realized that a small bamboo tube was tied to Mr. White Dove's feet. The bamboo tube had elegant and beautiful carvings, which meant that there was a letter of great sincerity hidden inside.

I asked anxiously, "But can we really read this letter?"

Miss Raftan did not answer, but stretched out her hand and opened the other side of the bamboo tube in front of me.

"To the destined one." There was a line of small words engraved on the bamboo tube.

From this, it seems that this letter sent by carrier pigeon is probably something similar to a message in a bottle. Seeing this, I immediately relaxed and reached out to open the bamboo tube and pull out the rolled-up letter paper inside.

Like the mailbox, the letter paper is also full of sincerity, with high-quality paper and a faint lingering fragrance.

"To the one who is destined to be with you──"

The font is fresh and timeless, like the simple and elegant style of Grandma Isabella, and a little closer to the young and energetic Blanche. Overall, it is completely different from the two of them. It is a kind of delicate and exquisite gorgeousness and elegance. Even though it is so extraordinary, the strokes are still natural and not artificial.

Even though I am not an expert in calligraphy, I can tell that this is good handwriting.

I tried to continue reading the text -

The text is neither long nor short, just a brief story.

"Hello, someone somewhere."

"Perhaps you will be confused by this letter, but please don't worry, this is just a simple doubt of mine."

"I am a shepherd who keeps watch."

"When I was a child, my father bought many sheep that were rich in wool. In order to let the sheep grow up safely, we had to take good care of their daily life and diet. We were afraid that they would get sick, fight and hurt each other, and we were even more worried that they would die from the evil wolves living in the mountains. If they died, our family of six would lose their livelihood for the whole year."

"Wolves are dangerous - my father always told me so."

"Among my brothers and sisters, I am particularly strong, so I was given the responsibility of protecting the flock."

"At first, there were not many wolves on the mountain, only a few of them, and I alone was enough to deal with their invasion, but simply driving them away was obviously not a long-term solution. Gradually, their tribes became more and more prosperous, and their numbers increased. There were so many that I had to take out the magic hunting rifle to attack them to barely protect the sheep flock in the cold winter."

"The following year, to prevent the incident from happening again, I told my father that I would go up to the mountain in the spring and try to sterilize the wolves so that they would not be too strong and we would not have to kill them. However, my father scolded me for this. He cursed my evil thoughts with an angry and loud voice, saying that everyone has the right to give birth to offspring."

"So, that year, the wolves came to our ranch as usual and killed our sheep."

"The following year, I began to tame wolves and told them to fight against their own kind, and the results were very good. In the end, my father praised me. It was a happy thing to be praised by my father, and our family of six could also welcome a prosperous year because of wool. But...someone who was destined to be together at a certain time and place, why does this world have the story of wolves and sheep?"

The full text ends here, and there is no signature in the letter.

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48. Reply (Little Blue)

(Ulu-Lannon)

After reading the letter, I looked to Miss Raftan for help.

"Ms. Raftan, what do you think I should do in reply?"

Feeling my helpless gaze, Miss Raftan, who had been pretending not to care and knitting a scarf, immediately raised her head and asked with shining eyes, "What is in the letter? Is it something I can know?"

There is nothing in the letter that cannot be read by others.

That should mean it can be circulated, right?

Moreover, I really don’t know how to respond to such a philosophical and serious letter.

After a second thought, I immediately handed over the letter with both hands and threw away this hot potato: "It should be possible! The writer has doubts about the world and life. I personally think he really needs the guidance of the Church of Light!"

Under my burning gaze, Miss Raftan's face showed a serious and earnest shyness: "In fact, counseling and missionary work are not my specialties, but since the writer has encountered difficulties, I naturally cannot turn a blind eye. If it is within my ability, I will do my best."

So Miss Raftan read the letter.

Then Miss Raftan handed the letter back to me.

In the end, she handed the hot potato back to me intact.

She said with an embarrassed look on her face, "Everyone has his own justice. I think what the other party wants to hear is the justice that you, Miss Lannong, understand. Didn't she write that at the end of the letter? People who are destined to meet at a certain time and place, why does this world have the story of wolves and sheep? Since Mr. White Dove chose you, then the person who should answer this question should naturally be you."

But I really don’t know how to answer this kind of question!

If I were smart enough to solve this kind of philosophical puzzle, I wouldn't have to stay here as a poster girl, right?

Why is there a story about the wolf and the sheep? Why don't you ask the magical conch?

I complained a lot in my heart, but since he asked the question sincerely, as an NPC character who protects world peace and implements love and justice, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and answer his question in the white tomorrow.

"Why don't you ask the magical conch?"

Without paying attention, I still couldn't help but write this terrible thing.

Rewrite! Rewrite!

"Some things are known to those who know them, and unknown to those who don't. If you agree, please share. (Flowers in the background)"

I couldn't help but draw a picture of my elders...

Rewrite! Rewrite!

Answering the sender’s questions must be taken seriously!

Why is there a story about wolves and sheep?

This is a huge question. From the perspective of natural science, I might be able to use Darwin's theory of evolution and natural selection to explain the evolution of wolves and sheep respectively. However, I got the feeling that the other party was not looking for an answer in this regard. What he wanted to understand was why there is conflict in the world?

Why did God create a world with conflict?

This is a theological question.

In the Earth era, I might think this is a very boring question.

However, according to the official history of this world, the Creator God is a real existence.

If the Creator God is real, and assuming that the Creator God consciously designed every aspect of this alien world, then the story of the wolf and the sheep is part of the design. On this basis, can we think about this problem more positively and seriously consider the "justice of fighting for existence" on the premise that there really is an answer to the problem?

Thinking about it the other way around, why didn’t God create a world of eternal peace for us?

Because if there were only wolves or only sheep in the world, the story would lose its interesting conflict?

However, there are many forms of struggle, why must it be a story of wolves and sheep?

Can't the struggle be determined by more gentle means?

“Wait a minute, wait a minute. If I keep going like this, won’t I end up getting tangled up in these theological questions? It’s like proving a physics formula and having to come up with a bunch of calculus-like dungeon bosses. And in order to defeat these dungeon bosses, I have to first kill the many small bosses guarding the way…”

"Maybe I should think differently about how to reply."

"Since the other party has given me a problem, I should give him a problem in return."

Thinking of this, I firmed my eyes, grasped the charcoal pencil, and wrote a short sentence on the letter paper.

"To the one who is destined to be with you──"

"Can you think of a better story than that of wolves and sheep?"

That's right, there's no need for me to worry so much about a letter. A reply like this is enough.

But I always feel that the reply lacks a bit of human touch.

After thinking about it, I added a little more to the letter.

"Note: The red bean buns in the Stone House in Mopolis are very delicious. They are not on the menu, but you can still order them from the poster girl. In addition, while eating the red bean buns, I strongly recommend that you have a glass of strawberry milk with less sweetness and less ice. They are companions that exist for each other, and neither can be missing!"

perfect!

I'm so smart!

In addition to strongly pushing a wave of advertisements, the content was also personalized and enriched. I am simply a genius at writing letters and being a pen pal!

Too lazy to continue thinking about life, I quickly rolled up the letter, stuffed it back into the bamboo tube under Mr. White Dove's feet, and closed the lid of the bamboo tube. But after receiving the reply, Mr. White Dove standing on the book still showed no sign of wanting to fly away. It just tilted its head and stared at me, making a cooing sound continuously.

Seeing this, Miss Raftan reminded: "It must have flown quite a long distance and needs food and water."

"Even pigeons know how to collect postage these days—"

I complained silently, then took out a red bean bun from the space ring, and then poured it a small cup of clean water from the water tank next to the flower trough. After seeing the food and water, Mr. White Dove immediately took out the momentum of a cock and started pecking at the ground. In just ten minutes, it had eaten the whole red bean bun.

"This is the most gluttonous white pigeon I have ever seen," I said.

"This is actually a monster, but it has been tamed." Raftan said.

"Monster?"

Out of curiosity, I immediately took a picture of Mr. White Dove to identify the technique.

Miss System: The target's mystery is too high. Please upgrade your identification skill level and try again. Identification skill experience +10

A mere white pigeon is actually platinum level?

I asked the Paladin dumbly, "Miss Raftan, don't you think it's a little dangerous?"

The Paladin looked at Mr. White Dove and said in bewilderment, "Dangerous? Why? Isn't it just an ordinary holy pigeon? Apart from being able to use some low-level healing magic, it has no special uses."

To be cautious, I took a step back from Mr. White Dove: "Are you sure?"

The Paladin picked up Mr. White Pigeon and examined him, then muttered, "Both its physical strength and elemental affinity are at normal levels. If it is not possessed by a demon, it should not have much combat power. Besides, it is just a messenger pigeon, so it probably has no ill intentions."

“Is that so—”

I sighed, but didn't tell Miss Raftan about my fears.

If this white pigeon is just an ordinary white pigeon, then the reason why the mystery of this white pigeon is above the platinum level is very worthy of speculation. What kind of owner would raise such a white pigeon, and what kind of shepherd would be so mysterious that even his own pet can have a mystery above the platinum level?

"..."

After hesitating for a moment, I suddenly raised my head and wanted to catch Mr. Bai Ye.

But as if it sensed my intention, the white dove immediately flapped its wings and flew away. After a few fluttering sounds, it soared into the blue sky.

Seeing my disobedient behavior, Miss Raftan asked worriedly, "What's wrong, Miss Lannon?"

"nothing."

Since the white dove has flown away, I have nothing more to say. Even though making friends casually is an inappropriate thing, it's just correspondence anyway. There may not be a second time after the first time, and even if there is further development, there may not be a real face-to-face date. In the end, pen pals may just be pen pals.

After watching Mr. White Dove die, the rhythm returned to its original pace.

Miss Raftan continued knitting her scarf, and I continued reading the unfinished chapter of the book.

If I remember correctly, Meng'er and Bai Ye should come back together after lunch. Then Miss Raftan won't have to follow me all the time. I guess Bai Ye will be the main bodyguard. As the president of the guild, Meng'er will probably have a lot of unfinished business to deal with. The most troublesome thing is the follow-up handling of the casualties.

While I was absent-mindedly reading "The Tales of Old Faroline", Miss Raftan suddenly raised her bright and surprised eyes, and at the same time, she quickly put away her knitting needles, wool balls and other tools for the crime, and replaced them with a suspicious novel called "My Sister Can't Be This Cute!"

Probably because I was still at the scene, even though she noticed the strange book in Miss Raftan's hand, her face only froze for a moment, and then she immediately changed to her normal expression with a little excitement and reported to me: "Miss Lannon! I have adjusted the information you ordered this morning! If your inference is correct, then this will be great news."

"Speak, speak, speak quickly!"

Compared to the difficult history of Fallolin, things like food supply are obviously more in line with my personality.

The Earl's daughter hugged her sister excitedly and shouted with a smile on her face, "Two months! Taking into account the food reserves of the people and the total amount of food purchased by the three chambers of commerce, Mopolis City can only hold out for two months at most under siege. According to Miss Lannong's logic, the war should end within two months of the siege!"

I smiled when I heard the news, and thought optimistically, "That is to say, if you buy the elf ears, Sophie, the Stone House that has completed four war missions will no longer need to take the initiative to go to the battlefield for war obligations. They can passively wait for the end of this war and the arrival of peace."

Strangely, unlike Miss Sophie and I, Miss Raftan showed a complicated expression when she heard this speculation. She looked towards the distance in the east, as if she was thinking of someone in the sky.

"Wait? Should we really wait?"