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中文译文
| 殴打老人 |  60
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| 你遇到一名双目失明的老人，他手指上戴着一枚宝石戒指。你可以选择： | ||
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你遇见一名老人，正沿路蹒跚而行。他拄稳手杖，等你走近。他的双眼灰白，却侧着头，仿佛要用耳朵来看清你。"护甲碰响，脚步沉重，呼吸平稳。这战乱之地，又来了些战士。"
他直起身，像是在问“我没说错吧”。你告诉他，自己无意伤害他。
"那么，我果然又说中了。不过，给我一剑倒也不算多麻烦。我的耳朵也快不行了。等彻底听不见，我想自己也就差不多了。"
他停顿片刻，转过头来。
“你说什么了？”
你注意到，他一根枯瘦的手指上戴着一枚漂亮的宝石戒指。好斗的弟兄凑到你身边。
"咱们可以拿走……你懂，就像从孩子手里抢块饼。还是个瞎了眼、格外没法反抗的孩子。"
一名拿着手杖的老人倚在石墙边休息，手掌熟稔地轻抚石块。他凝望着你，一根瘦骨嶙峋的手指上，宝石戒指闪闪发亮。“先生们，晚上好。今天天气不错，是吧？”
仔细打量之后，你才意识到他是个盲人。
你来到一名站在路中央的老人面前。他倚着手杖，仰头盯着路标，摇了摇头。"我知道这里有块路牌。如果没记错，〈城镇名〉应该往那边走。"
他笑着转向你。衰老使他双目失明，眼中泛着白光。他一根瘦骨嶙峋的手指上，戴着一枚十分精美、看上去也十分昂贵的宝石戒指。
你走近那人，他抬起头来。"脚步挺急啊，陌生人。不过，我没听见拔剑声，倒像是……"
你猛地一推，将他掀翻在地。他紧握手杖，杖尖朝上，仿佛那圆钝的木头也能把你刺穿。你踢开他的手，踩住手腕，弯腰去摘戒指。
"有种再往我心口捅一刀，混蛋！"
你松开脚，把手杖递还给他，甚至扶他站了起来。
“别往心里去，老头。”
你一脚把老人踢倒。他闷哼一声，那动静活像你刚踢中了一头怀孕的母猪。他翻过身，捂着肚子问你为什么，你却又踢了一脚，让他仰面朝天。接着，你轻轻松松抢走他的宝石戒指，扬长而去。老人咂了咂干瘪的嘴唇，发出那种老人嘴干时令人厌烦的细碎响声。你则往后一蓄力，一拳直捣他的腹部。他看不见这一拳，结结实实挨了个正着，肺里的气都被打了出来，弯腰倒下。趁他喘不过气，你摘走戒指，转身离开。老人站起身，倚着手杖，抬起了头。"嗯，沉默。陌生人心怀恶意时，就是这般声响。我立于黑暗，你身在光明，可接下来，我们又会落到何处？"
你一脚踢开老人的手杖，他踉跄着栽倒在地，瘦骨嶙峋的身子像破败的棚屋一样塌了下去。他翻过身，开始讲人与人不该动武之类的道理。你一脚踹在他胸口，让他闭嘴。戒指轻而易举地从他指头上脱了下来，你随即离去。
你把指关节捏得咔咔作响，老人往后缩了缩。"总不至于非得动手吧？这世上的暴行，已经够多了。"
你一拳将他打倒。他蜷成一团，阵阵干呕。你摘下戒指，答道。
"这世界缺什么、不缺什么，关我屁事。我有我的天地，你有你的天地，不过恰巧撞上了而已。知道吗，老头？我的天地比你的大。"
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-1声誉 |
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你获得印章戒指 |
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英文原文
| Beat up Old Man | 60
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| You come across an old, blind man with a jeweled ring on his finger. You can choose: | ||
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You come across an old man hobbling along the road. He settles himself against his walking stick and awaits your approach. His eyes are grey, but he tilts his head as though to see you with his ears."Chinking armor. Heavy footsteps. Steady breaths. More warriors for a land of war."
The man straightens up as though to say 'am I right?'. You tell him that you're not here to harm him.
"So yes, I am right, as usual. It wouldn't be too much of a bother to run me through, though. My hearing's going and I suppose once it is gone so shall I be."
He pauses and turns his head.
"Did you say something?"
You notice the man's got a nice jeweled ring on one of his bony fingers. Aggrobro sidles up to you.
"We could take that... you know, like taking a tart from a baby. A really blind, more helpless than usual baby."
An old man with a walking stick is found resting against a stone wall. His hand caresses the stones with a familiar touch. He stares at you, a jeweled ring glistens on one of his bony fingers."Evening, sirs. What a fine day, no?"
Getting a good look at him, you realize he is a blind man.
You come to an old man standing in the middle of the road, his body leaning against a walking stick. He's staring up at a road sign. He shakes his head."I know there is a sign here. I think Randomtown is that way, if I recall correctly."
He turns to you grinning. His eyes glint white, blinded by old age. A very nice, very expensive looking jeweled ring glistens on one of his bony fingers.
You approach the man. His head tilts up."That is a quickened pace, stranger, but I do not hear the sound of a sword, instead..."
With a sudden push you knock the man to the ground. He clutches his walking stick, the end of it pointed upward as though you might impale yourself on its rounded tip. You kick his hand out of the way and step on his wrist, bending down to take the ring.
"Put steel through my heart while you're at it, ya bastard!"
You let off the man and hand him back his stick, even helping him to his feet.
"No hard feelings, old man."
You kick the man down. He grunts as though you'd just punted a pregnant boar. Turning over and clutching his stomach, he asks why, but you only kick him again to get him on his back. From there you easily rob him of the jeweled ring and make your leave.The man smacks his old-man lips, that disgusting, crackling dry-mouth noise. In return, you rear back and throw a punch right into his stomach. Not seeing it coming, the elder eats it in full, blowing the air out of his lungs and bowling over. As he gasps for breath, you relieve him of the ring and leave.The old man stands and leans against his walking stick. He raises his head up."Hmm, silence. The sound of ill intent between strangers. I stand in the dark, and you in the light, but where are we soon to be?"
You kick the man's walking stick out from him and he topples over in a bumbling heap, his bony frame collapsing like a rickety hut. He rolls over and espouses some wisdom about violence between men. You boot him in the chest and tell him to shut up. The ring comes free of his finger with ease and you make your leave.
You crack your knuckles. The old man leans back."Surely violence is not the answer? This world doesn't need more of it."
With a swift punch, you knock him down and he crumples into a dry heaving mess. Taking the ring, you respond.
"I don't give a damn what this world needs or doesn't. I'm my own world and you yours. They just happened to cross paths, that's all. And guess what, old man? My world is bigger."
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-1 moral reputation |
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You gain Signet Ring |