It is necessary and obligatory for bards in any country to promote the country, and this is one of the professional ethics of bards, although there is no explicit rule, but basically everyone can abide by it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAfter all, everyone has a sense of belonging, and it is natural to be happy to hear others praise their country, and to give more rewards when they are happy.

So even in the poor ravine, let me tell you that there is another group of people who are poorer than them, who don't even know what bread is, who are happy, who are happy.

In addition, it is necessary to answer all kinds of strange questions from the villagers once in a while.

"Who is the best Juggernaut or the Grand Magister?"

"It's hard to say, each has its own strengths. Kevin replied, "The Sword Saint and the Great Magus belong to the same Holy Rank, but even within the Holy Rank, there is a big gap. There are some ninth-level mages, but because of their particularly great contributions, they are still awarded the title of Grand Magus. ”

"Oh......" the villagers obviously didn't understand, "you just say who's great, right?"

"I can't answer this question," Kevin said frankly, "According to the history of the continent and the number of battles between the Great Magus and the Sword Master, the Grand Magus has a slightly higher win rate than the Sword Master. But that doesn't mean the Grand Magus is even more powerful. ”

"Oh, oh. The villagers sat back in a daze.

"Why is the Great Magister so powerful that he still has to listen to the king's orders?" another villager asked.

Kevin was silent for a moment, this involves many issues such as political issues, the power of the nobles, the support of the Church of Light, and the large-scale magic circle that has been mastered in recent years. To be honest, Kevin himself didn't quite understand why the Grand Magister had to follow the king's arrangement, let alone explain it to the farmer.

"You see, your arms are thicker than the bartender, right? But you can't rob the bartender of his drink, you still have to pay for coming here. The village chief is already old, and he can't beat most of you, but you still have to listen to the village chief. Isn't it?" Kevin could only flicker a little, hoping to get through.

Fortunately, the villagers were convinced, and simple-minded people would not think too complicated. However, Kaiwen adheres to the principle of responsibility, and if he can tell the truth, he will try his best to publicize it with the truth. Never to make them happy, deliberately say "the Juggernaut is powerful" or "the Grand Magister is powerful", and then count a bunch of its strengths to belittle another class.

"Hey, where is there a mountain village where hot women take off their clothes?" asked a lewd person.

"Uh," Kevin glanced at the girl with some embarrassment, "I've been around for 10 years, and I haven't seen anything like it. It is only documented in some books. ”

"Oh. The villagers sat back down with some disappointment and continued to drink.

However, Kevin just glanced at it, but saw the girl silently reading a book, and there was only an extra glass of water next to her. It seems that she does not like ale and prefers to drink plain water.

It is already very rare for a lone girl to travel, and it is even rarer to come to this kind of mountain village, and actually read a book in a noisy place like a tavern?

When I looked closer, I was surprised to find that she was reading "The Biography of the Assassins" written by Kevin, a novel written by herself, and as soon as she glanced at a line, she immediately knew it.

Surprise was followed by surprise, and it was the first time I had met my own reader after so long of traveling. He wrote several times to ask about the sales of Baron Stadt's novels, but the response was "no one cared". He once thought that his novels had long been overwhelmed by the vast mainstream literature, but he did not expect that there would be one of his readers here today.

"Hello!" Kevin couldn't help but strike up a conversation.

"Well, yes, bard. The girl looked up and smiled in return.

Kevin felt that this smile was very sweet for a moment, and his mood suddenly brightened, and he pointed to her book: "Well, good." Is this Assassin's Biography?"

"yes. ”

"Well, I've seen it too. I feel that there are very few people who read this book. Kevin replied.

"No! A lot of people around me like to read this book. The girl replied.

"Really?" said Kevin, surprised.

"You see, there are quite a few book reviews. The girl showed Kevin the last page of the book.

Kevin is excited and incredible, his work can be noticed is simply too touching, 10 years of yellow jokes finally not in vain! This proves that I am talented, although there are still few book reviews, but at least it shows that 10 years have not been in vain. And it's disgusting that that kid at Starter actually fooled him and no one cared about him.

However, Kevin keenly noticed that one of them was "particularly substitutional".

"There's also a reward of 1 gold coin here!" the girl naturally handed over 1 gold coin.

Kevin took it with a smile, and was suddenly shocked. It's as if the other person already knows that he is the author of this book. He has never revealed his identity, although the name of Kevin In's lack of thinking is written on the badge, but the pen name K is on the book. Readers who merely read books should not know that they are the author.

And if she didn't know that she was the author, she would put 1 gold coin directly in the hands of a stranger she just met, which would be a bit ......

"Well, it seems that this book is really popular!" Kevin clipped the gold coin back into the book and returned it to the other party.

"Uh, hehe," the girl seemed a little embarrassed, and changed the subject, "what do you think of this book?"

"In terms of results, not many people are watching!" Kevin replied. Evaluating one's own book from the author's own perspective will be somewhat personal, so Kevin generally does not evaluate it.

"Actually, the book is good everywhere else, it's hilarious and humorous, but," the girl flipped to the middle page of the book, "why write about the Assassin Guild Leader eating? ”

"Oh, why?" asked Kevin.

"Because the Assassin Guild is a very dignified person, if he eats, he will be laughed at, and he will have no prestige. The girl replied.

"I can't agree with that," Kevin replied, "I think the Assassins are unscrupulous people, and he should be the polar opposite of the knight's face-saving behavior." If there is an easy way, you should not hesitate to use it. And as the president, it must be a person of great wisdom and talent who can do things that ordinary people can't do. If something like this really happened in reality, I think my subordinates would have admired him more than laughed at him. ”

"Hmm......" the girl was silent for a moment, "do you know the Assassins well?"

"Haha, it's just a fictional setting," Kevin laughed, "I don't know if there are assassins in reality." Even if there were, I don't dare to speculate on what form of the assassins were. ”

"Well," the girl muttered, and then threw out the next question, "Eat and eat, why dig with a spoon?

Kevin was at a loss for a moment, he didn't think about this kind of detail at the time, and he was embarrassed for a moment, so he could only answer: "Compare it with a spoon...... Hygiene. ”

Girl: "......"

Kevin: "......"

"By the way, I don't know your name yet?" Kevin broke the silence.

"Ah!" the girl came back to her senses, "call me Linda." ”

"Traveling alone? It's a long way from here. Kevin asked casually.

"Yes," replied Linda, "while you're young." ”

"Ambitious. Kevin approving, he himself was 15 years old when he went out to travel, and the person in front of him is estimated to be about fifteen or sixteen years old. I haven't had much strength yet, but I'm still alive until now. So he didn't ask a question about whether a girl's family was in danger or not.

"It's alright," Linda smiled, "Mr. Kevin, too, has been traveling, and is going to stay here for a few days." ”

"Probably a few more days," replied Kevin, "and then I'm going to go back to the Stadt Library, and soon there's a meeting of the Bards." ”

"Oh, that's right, it's nice to be a bard!" said Linda, looking a little envious.

"It's not easy, it's wandering, it's not stable. Kevin just smiled and asked, "By the way, what do you do?"

"Kitchen fire maid. Linda smiled.

"That's a noble servant," Kevin said respectfully, "by the way, I'll leave and wash my hands." ”

Kevin politely left, and Linda still sat there reading. However, the drunkards here are all judging her, although some of them are quieter, and they don't seem to want to be heard by her, but unfortunately she still hears them. A little unhappy, he closed the book and simply left the tavern.

It's already dark outside, and once it's dark in a small place in a mountain village, there will only be moonlight and starlight, and there will be no roadside torches. Ordinary people in the village walk at night, often carrying a torch for lighting. However, Linda obviously didn't need to, so she looked for the direction and walked briskly into the chapel.

The church has been cleaned up by the new priest, and although it is still not very clean, at least three baskets of garbage have been cleared, and it feels cleaner.

"Well, he's not coming back, is he?" Linda found the new priest.

Laulu shook his head: "No. ”

"Actually, you don't have to," Linda complained, "and I'll do this kind of thing alone." ”

"The president is not at ease, I am just overseeing. Lauri replied, "Are you really going to do it?"

"Is that disobeying the president's orders?" replied Linda.

Laulu was silent.

"I know, if I follow the usual routine novel, I will fall in love with this person inexplicably, and for the sake of love, I will help him escape and oppose my father's reproach head-on. I even eloped with him and staged a love saga that could be sung and cried," Linda looked a little excited, but immediately calmed down, "but in fact I would stab him to death, and then go back and continue to burn the fire." End of book. ”

Laulu: "......"

"How could anyone disobey Dad's orders for the sake of the man he just met?" Linda sighed, "I can't help it, if you want to blame his fate." But then again, he's humorous, hehe. Eat with a spoon, which is more hygienic. Hey, hey, hey!"

Laulu: "......"

The two of them sat in the church and waited, and in a moment there was a noise in the distance, signaling the closure of the tavern and the return of the drinkers. But until calm returned to the outside and the drinkers dispersed, Kevin still didn't come.

"What's going on?" Laulu frowned, "Was he still in the tavern when you left?"

He said he went to wash his hands. Linda was surprised, "Did you fall into the pit?"

"I'll take a look. As soon as Laurus finished speaking, the man disappeared and reappeared in a moment, "I searched the whole village, but I didn't find him. ”

The two were silent for a moment, and although they were a little incredulous, they had to admit that Kevin had run away.

"His straw mat and blanket are still here. But I guess I won't come back to get it, so I'm very vigilant. Laulu went to Kevin's room and touched the bed. The bard is at home, and he has no valuable luggage on him, at most a few changes of clothes and manuscripts.

"Did I expose something? Or did you expose something?" Linda thought with her chin pinched.

Laulu glanced at her clean pants, didn't say anything, silently opened his drawer, and a stack of manuscripts suddenly appeared. Linda's eyes lit up immediately: "Huh, this is his draft? Wow!"

"Yes, it seems to be the beginning of his next book. Laulu had apparently seen it, "talking about ......"

"No spoilers!" Linda yelled, holding the script.

"Ahem, are we going to chase him then?" Laulula replied, "If you summon a hound, you should be able to hunt him down." ”

"Well," Linda subconsciously touched the manuscript, "this, he can actually run away in advance, it seems that this opponent has to be reevaluated." Assessing an opponent starts with scouting the opponent's intelligence. ”

Lauri smiled: "Then come on, I'll go sleep in another room." ”

"Go, go, go!" Linda blasted Lauri out like a duck, and immediately sat down at the head of the bed and read the manuscript with relish.

On the other side of the mountain, Kevin was panting and discrediting his advance, casually breaking a branch in his hand as a cane, and stepping on a foot of mud. The white robes on his body were rubbed into a mess, but he still didn't dare to stop.

It has been raining for the past two days, and the mountain roads are muddy, but today this Linda is clean. If she came to the tavern after taking a shower and changing her clothes at someone's house, it really didn't look like it. The woman went out alone, and if there was no orthodox hotel, she usually looked for a church, but there was no hotel here, and she lived in a church, and she did not come.

The only explanation seems to be that she is strong, and she walks on muddy mountain roads. And when asked about her profession, she said that she was a fire girl? Kevin is also well-informed, even if there is a fire in the palace, he will never need such strength. And those who have such strength will never succumb to the fire, unless there is some ulterior motive.

If you think about it, what kind of books are you reading in the tavern? How many readers can you have? How can you meet such a remote mountainous area so coincidentally? It's a deliberate arrangement, as if you already knew that you were the author of the book, and then deliberately read the book there to attract attention.

And the point is that a certain book review is "particularly substituting". Reading the novel with the assassin as the protagonist, I feel particularly immersed, and it is probably only the assassin, right? No wonder the other party has such a grudge against the assassin president for eating, this time it is really a big disaster.

Kevin's thinking was clear, so he immediately borrowed a hand wash and ran away, not even his luggage.