In 1339 of the Gregorian calendar, there has been a truce between various races on the continent for nearly 400 years, of course, occasionally some small frictions are still unavoidable, every 10 years or so, the beasts in the wild land of the West will impact the border of the human race, shouting the slogan "Orcs will never be slaves". Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info But in fact, if you can become a slave of the Terran nobles, the quality of life is really better than that of most of the native poor orcs.

The civil war of the elves has not completely stopped, and the light and dark elves do not like each other. There are often times when countries between human races tear their skins, not to mention countries, even in the same big country, there are feudal entanglements between nobles, and there are often constant fights. However, these are small fights, although sometimes the size of the army seems scary, but in fact it is not a real fight, and the real large number of civilians who have been displaced and corpses are strewn in the field have not appeared for nearly 400 years.

Only long-term peace can ensure the prosperity of culture. The nobles gradually had full pockets and did not have to worry about eating and drinking, and the commoners only needed to work hard and have more or less food and clothing. Everyone can discover their talents, and in business, magical research, adventures, artistic creation, and so on, they can become a successful person, and it is not just an era of martial arts.

Many cardinals in the Church of Light do not know how to use force themselves, and there have been cases where bishops went out to preach and were beaten to the ground by farmers. However, the bishops' ability to preach is far stronger than that of the vindictive Templars, and the Church of Light is now almost all over the continent, and it is by no means fought by the Templars with swords.

Wang Li Academy has cultivated 6 sword masters, 3 great magisters, known as one of the highest universities in the mainland, the principal Anthony is extremely good at space teleportation spells, and even developed high-end technology to establish portals throughout the country to shorten the journey, making great contributions to the continent, and is respected as the father of world teleportation. But if magic is against him, he can't beat the vice-principal Gandalf.

Another vice principal of the academy, Luke, after continuous research, finally used magic to successfully solve the problem of male sexual dysfunction, and was revered by the nobles as the father of impotence in the world.

It seems that only the bard will have a world of martial arts in his mouth.,Usually the protagonist is a declining aristocratic young man.,Bullied by other nobles when he came up.,Or directly dismissed by other nobles, etc.,Suddenly one day I picked up a urinal by the river.,After going home and urinating in the pot.,The ancient gods inside couldn't stand the smell of urine and actually jumped out.,Don't care about the protagonist's disrespect at all.,And insist that this is the arrangement of fate.。 In the end, with the help of the ancient gods, the declining nobles trampled over the entire continent step by step, up to the god realm, then to the entire god realm, and then to the god to the god realm, and then to the god.........

I don't know when this kind of work was regarded as the mainstream by bards. The reason why most of the protagonists are aristocratic youths is because the main group of people who read this kind of pastime is aristocratic youth, and with the gradual popularization of civilian literacy, some protagonists have changed from a declining aristocrat to an ordinary commoner. With the rise in the status of women, there have been many mainstream works that cater to female readers.

The big countries have clear rules that bards are not allowed to insult their kings or nobles at will, so many bards can slap the sun with a slap, and when they look back, they have to salute, which is really a joke. However, the bards soon avoided the joke and began to write otherworldly texts. Use their rich imagination to create a very similar world, and then have the protagonist pick up urinals by the river......

However, even if the storyline is similar, it can still be bought among the nobility, and even promoted to the common circle. The bards made a lot of money, but it has to be said that it was a success. With the continuous establishment of teleportation locations, the flow of information between various places has also begun to develop rapidly, and it is estimated that future works will become longer and longer, probably gods and gods...... on more.

However, it is impossible for all industries to succeed, and under a few noble god-level bards, there are down-and-out poets like the sea. No one looked at their works, they didn't have any talents, so they could only grab the taverns everywhere, and during the evening rush hour, find a conspicuous place, or sing a song, or tell a joke, or show some other talents, if the tavern was so popular, then the bard could be hired by the tavern to be a permanent resident, and there was absolutely no problem in solving the problem of food and clothing.

But not every tavern will have a bard patronage, some remote mountain villages have little oil and water, and the villagers have little knowledge, and the country accent is strong, and talking to them is very tiring. No matter how eloquent the poet comes, even if he breaks the sky, he will take two black breads at most, and with this skill, it is better to go to the door of the nobles to ask for food.

Occasionally, however, the village of Sams Hill welcomes its first bard.

There are only about 20 households in the whole village, poor and remote, and there are at least three mountains to climb from the nearest town, and it is estimated that it will take three days to walk on your legs. The whole village makes a living from hunting and farming, and there are no magical beasts in the mountains, no ancient tomb ruins, and no places worth exploring. There are thousands or hundreds of mountain villages like this in the whole continent.

There is a tavern at the entrance of the village, which is opened by the village chief himself, which is also the only entertainment in the village, and in May, when spring is full of spring, everything is revived, and people who have spent the cold of winter begin to get excited again. In the evening, a group of people had already gathered in the tavern, and the men who had worked all day could relax here, and at this time they were listening attentively to the bard in the middle, pouring a sip of ale from time to time, wiping their mouths, and their eyes were full of excitement.

Miss Lezia sat quietly in the room at this time, the flowers placed in the room wafted out a faint fragrance, and the jewels on the young lady's body reflected in the flickering candlelight. Her skin is very delicate, her hands are very soft, and her breasts are at least so big!" the bard gestured passionately with his hands on his chest, as if holding two large pineapples.

"Oh!" there was a low roar in the tavern, and everyone drank their wine, and looked at each other knowingly, and the atmosphere was warm.

These mountain villagers have no culture, and the flowery rhetoric is completely meaningless, and it is better to be direct than a direct hand comparison. The bard was clearly proficient in this and knew what to see. Some of the worn shoes and trouser legs indicate that he often walks long distances, but his whole body is still very clean, and his white robe is a little out of place in this muddy tavern.

His badge hangs on his chest, which is proof that he is a certified minstrel of the guild, and his name, Kevin Indon.

At this time, what Kevin is telling is actually a joke that people on the mainland have basically listened to. Lezia's young lady is actually a real person, a noble lady from about 200 years ago, famous for her eloping with his guards. At that time, a certain bard tried to write a touching love story with this theme, but for some reason it was written as a yellow paragraph.

It is difficult to verify the truth, and this nobleman has long since declined. But only her yellow jokes have spread all over the continent and have been compiled by countless bards in countless versions, which can be described as popular. Rezia has also become almost the most famous slut in the world.

"Miss Rezia's family is very wealthy," Kevin continued, "and there is a large fief that could easily fill the house with steaks. You can open a tavern ten times the size and drink wine that you can't finish all year long. ”

"Oh. There was another murmur.

"And at this moment, there was a knock on Miss's door!" Kevin tapped lightly on the table, simulating a knock on the door, "Miss asked, 'Who?'"

"Outside the door was the voice of the guard, 'Miss, have you slept?'" Kevin simulated the tone of the moment, "No, I haven't, it's so late, is there anything else?'"

"'Miss, I, I want to go out for a walk with you,' the guard said with some hesitation. ”

"'Why are you going out so late?' replied the young lady. ”

"'Shall we go farming together?' the guard warmly invited. ”

The farmer in the mountains can't imagine the life of a noble lady, and it's useless for people who don't know how to break the sky. For them, the king is probably just farming with gold, right? For this reason, Kevin can only make a new version of the yellow joke and adapt it into a version that can be understood by farmers in the mountains.

"'But I'm afraid. The young lady's voice was a little hesitant. ”

"Bang! The guards finally couldn't help but rush in, 'Miss, it's okay, it's a sorghum field over there. It's very high, no one will know about us, and we can be very happy together...... Farming. ’”

The young lady was still hesitating, but the guards had already pulled her over, squatted slightly, scooped down with his right hand, and hugged the young lady horizontally. Feeling the fragrance of the young lady in his arms, the guard suddenly felt that he was full of strength, and a feeling of impatience arose, his breath became short, and he hurriedly rushed out of the door and ran to the sorghum field. Kevin's speech was affectionate, and many people had begun to have dry lips and red faces.

In the sound of a plain blade of grass, the guard slowly put down the young lady, and the two looked at each other for a moment. The guard slowly approached, approached, and gently kissed the young lady's lips, the fragrance in her mouth was intoxicating, and her right hand unconsciously held her neck, slowly sliding, and skillfully unbuttoned her collar with one hand, one, two, and the fingertips gently crossed a piece of delicate, that feeling, it was ......"

"Ahem, it's almost time today, let's continue tomorrow!" Kevin suddenly turned his head to look out the window and smiled at everyone.

"Oh, this, this, this, this ......" "Oh! no!" "Can't you finish talking and walking?" The whole tavern was clamoring, and everyone was very dissatisfied, but it was indeed dark outside, and the time was indeed not early, not to mention that there was nothing to be done about the mouth on the other party. However, everyone is obviously looking forward to tomorrow's plot, and after complaining for a while, these farmers have begun to make up their own spontaneous progress.

Although these farmers have little knowledge, after all, most of them are already dozens of years old, and many of them have drunk too much at this time, and have begun to contribute to the little with their wives. Involuntarily automatically substituted for that guard.,And then develop the next plot with Miss.。 Kevin never carefully describes the appearance characteristics of the male protagonist in the yellow joke, and because of this, everyone will think that this male protagonist can also be the actor.

Kevin only came to the counter calmly, the bartender was directly served by the village chief himself, there was no one in the small mountain village, and usually only the village chief and his wife rotated. According to the agreement, the village chief handed over five black breads and three copper coins, which was regarded as the reward for telling jokes this time.

"Thank you. Kevin calmly accepted it, wrapped the black bread, and put it in his backpack.

"It's really good, I'm excited to hear it," the village chief's face showed a slight regret, "It's a pity that it's only half of it!

Kevin laughed but didn't answer.

The village chief then said, "Tomorrow I will call my wife to come with me and listen to you." ”

"This ...... You don't have to," Kevin grimaced.

"Why, look down on my wife?" the village chief's face changed slightly.

"No, you're mistaken. Kevin explained, "If there is a lady present, I may go and talk about the history of the continent, the myth of the gods and demons vs. the human dragon, or the doctrine of the Illuminati Sect, etc." Or you can tell the love story between Tedamir and Ash. But never tell pornographic jokes!"

"Why?" the village chief could not understand.

"Telling pornographic jokes in front of a lady is tantamount to a blatant insult and molestation of a lady. Kevin replied.

"I don't think it matters?" The village chief's values are obviously completely different.

"No! I'm a gentleman!" Kevin stressed, "I have my own rules for gentlemen." ”

Village Chief: "......"

"I'll be very happy if a lady comes tomorrow. Kevin continued, "I'll tell you about the world out there, about the long history of our country, and about the countless heroes. These are much more interesting than yellow jokes. Of course, if no lady comes, then I will continue to tell the story of Miss Rezia. How?"

The village chief thought about it, looked at the attitude of the drinkers today, and nodded.

"Okay, that's all for today, see you tomorrow, village chief. Kevin turned away.

"See you tomorrow, Great Gentleman. The village chief responded politely and watched Kevin leave the tavern.

A few farmers on the side came over curiously: "Village chief, what do you mean by a gentleman?"

Although the village chief often travels back and forth in the town, and is more knowledgeable than the pure farmers here, he is not very literate, and knows the word gentleman, but he does not know how to interpret it. After being embarrassed for a moment, he could only reply: "Gentleman, that's him! He's a gentleman!"

The peasants returned to their tables with blank expressions on their faces, discussing the definition of a gentleman. Soon they had a result: "A gentleman must be the kind of person who tells pornographic jokes, and he must be the kind that speaks very well, ordinary people are not worthy of being a gentleman!"