Kevin also thought that the Assassin President was an old acquaintance after all, and it was easier to talk. At the beginning, on the side of the kobold, Kevin was even fully responsible, which can be said to be extremely trusting. Kevin also came with this gesture to talk a few words, or investigate something.

However, the attitude of the Assassin President surprised him, and he directly warned in a cold voice: "Don't worry about what you shouldn't be in charge of." This is not a kobold camp, there is a complete regulatory system in the country. You're a librarian now, and you don't have any other redundant or hidden identities, you know?"

Kevin was stunned, and for a moment he couldn't understand why the Assassin President's attitude was suddenly so serious.

"As for the crow," the Assassin President continued, "we will need him as a good man. But if he really can't think about it, he must take revenge, and finally implement it. Then we can only handle it according to the law. ”

Kevin looked up at him, not speaking, but already conveying the meaning.

"You don't want to ask who is responsible for killing all the other crows in the first place, are you?" the Assassin Headmaster saw what he meant, and sighed, "You're also the one who came through the dark political struggle over there in the kobold camp, I hope you don't have such a naïve idea." ”

Kevin nodded, "I see." "When a person who is too strong than himself speaks to himself seriously, there is no other way to respond than nod. Otherwise, you may not even be able to get out of this door.

Then the two changed the topic and began to talk about the little spoon, about Sain, etc., and the atmosphere finally eased up. By the time Kevin was ready to leave, it was already late afternoon. The Earl also politely said that he wanted to keep Kevin for dinner. But Kevin politely declined.

Coming out of the estate, around 5pm, it's still early. Since he took a half-day off, Kevin was in no hurry to go back to school. I found something to eat on the side of the road and started wandering the streets.

The sun is gradually setting, the magic lights on the side of the road have been lit, and the surrounding people are coming and going, and the traffic is busy. Kevin walked on his own, but his mind was still thinking about the recent events, the note to Sain, the unidentified Parents Alliance, the sudden seriousness of the Assassin President, and the dissertation report written by the bald teacher many years ago. Does it have anything to do with that?

Before he knew it, Kevin was in front of a tavern. This tavern is first-class in terms of decoration in a small city, but it can only be regarded as average in a place like the capital, but it has a large number of customers. The atmosphere in the museum was warm, and bursts of laughter broke out from time to time.

Kevin couldn't help but be curious, thinking that he hadn't been in the tavern for a long time, and immediately stepped inside. I found a seat against the wall, and it was customary to ask for a glass of ale first. The waiter also came to ask: "Sir, are you willing to join a member, becoming our member will have many preferential activities." And on the second floor of our tavern, only members can enter. ”

Kevin shook his head and said no, and the waiter didn't say anything more and left.

In the middle of the room, a bard was talking happily, spitting and dancing, and almost everyone in the tavern was moved, all holding their cups and listening attentively. And what surprised Kevin the most was that there were still a few hanging paintings behind this bard.

The three-metre-long painting hangs directly on the roof of the tavern and drags it all the way to the ground, where the bard holds a thin stick and points and pokes at it. The paintings are also specially lit, and it seems that there are a lot of stage effects in this small tavern.

Kevin sighed in his heart, this is really a bloody investment. A hanging painting of this size, as long as it is not too poorly painted, is not cheap. It was usually used as a decoration in the homes of the wealthy, but now the bard actually used it as a tool for displaying oratory. To exaggerate a bit, that's almost like using luxury goods as consumables.

Whether a bard is a bard complaining or a squirt, there must always be a topic, and the topic will change over time. You can't just hold the same picture and talk about the same thing all the time. After a few tavern tours at most, this picture will be considered useless.

Even the richest bard would not spend a fortune and not be able to recoup his work. Kevin's impression is that there are only a few cases where this may be the case, or the competition is so fierce that the bards are forced to bleed for territory. Either the bard himself could paint, and it had to be large, so that the cost could be drastically reduced.

However, although the cost of this way of talking with pictures is higher, its speech effect is indeed better, with pictures and texts, and vivid images. And the most immediate benefit is that it becomes extremely difficult for other bards to squirt at him.

In the group of bards, the picture is the "evidence", the picture is the "truth", and if you want to spray over a bard holding a picture, you must first have a picture yourself. Otherwise, it's empty talk, it doesn't matter if it's the truth or not, the important thing is that the audience won't believe you. Moreover, the size and fineness of the picture, whether it is black and white or color, abstract or realistic, etc., almost all affect the "credibility".

Kevin couldn't help but look at the bard, a middle-aged man, with a mediocre appearance, but very clean clothes, and a bard's badge on his chest, but the distance was a little far, and Kevin couldn't see it clearly.

“...... That year, the finally took the entire territory of the Minotaurs, and the Minotaurs tried to resist, but in the end they were unable to do anything. Our protagonist follows the army of the country and takes down a minotaur village chief in one fell swoop, and there are more than a hundred orc slaves under his command......" The bard was still talking.

Kevin listened to it from the middle point, and he didn't know what the story was. Looking at this picture, it seems to be the data map of the attacking the Minotaurs, these pictures Kevin has seen in his library, but here is an enlarged version.

"Our protagonist, in a benevolent or benevolent manner, says to the minotaur slaves, 'As long as you work hard, I will not treat you badly, and maybe you will be better off than you used to. But I didn't expect the stupidity of the Minotaur to be beyond imagination. ”

"They're not backbone, they're not convicted, they're just stupid, and they're lazy. The protagonist asks them to work on the farm, but the speed of the work is not as fast as the protagonist doing it alone, and the protagonist is impatient to watch it, so he simply does it himself. And when you look back, guess what those minotaurs are doing?" the bard left a suspense.

Everyone in the tavern speculated: "lazy?", "sleeping?", "running away?......

The bard shook his head: "They actually coped in the fields. ”

"Wow!" the crowd was in an uproar, followed by laughter.

Kevin was slightly surprised, secretly thinking that this person's grasp of the character of the beast clan was quite in place.

Subsequently, this person began to belittle the orcs in all aspects, from wisdom to character, from society to individuals, in short, in the end, except for a little strength, almost nothing. The words are full of sarcasm, even saying that the poor must have something to hate, and so on.

Everyone in the tavern nodded in agreement, amused by the stupidity of the orcs from time to time. Kevin doesn't quite agree with that, at least ...... They dance well, too.

In a few moments, the bard's never-ending story came to an end, meaning to be staged and serialized tomorrow. But as soon as the conversation changed, he spoke of the present again.

"You know, right? Our Royal Academy has had orc students recently. The bard spoke.

"Huh?" the crowd was in an uproar, "will that be copulation at school?"

"Of course," replied the bard, "is not a minotaur without mating." The most important job in school right now is to catch mating people all day long. Hahaha......"

The bard laughed alone, but this time the people below did not laugh along, and most of them shook their heads and sighed. After all, Wang Li Academy is a first-class institution, and it can be said to be the pride of the country, but now it is used to mate with orcs, which is really laughable.

"Don't you believe it?" the bard, thinking that everyone was suspicious, immediately stretched out his hand and took down one of the paintings, only to see that there was another one behind. It turned out that he had already prepared, and there was more than just one hanging painting.

"Look! This is a painting that has been circulated in the Wang Li Academy," the bard introduced one by one, "this is when the orc students enter the school, this is the scene of the orc students fighting, this is the orc students running in circles around the playground. Look, there is also a paper of an orc student here, haha, looking at this question, he actually chose 'a king eight in creampie'. ”

Some people were amused, and some people still shook their heads. Kevin found himself speechless, and it was all true.

"Of course, I won't let go of the mating picture, after all, it's public," the bard added, "but I can vouch for it with my head that they definitely coped." And more than once caught. ”

The people below immediately had a problem: "Can such people graduate in the future?"

"It's probably for them to graduate," replied the bard, "and if they don't graduate, it's going to be a big problem." The Minotaur launched a surge, which is a contradiction between the two countries. ”

"Can this kind of person graduate?" many people were already unconvinced, "then I can go too." Why can't locals go to good schools, but let foreigners go to good schools?"

For a while, the spearhead was suddenly pointed at the government, and everyone crackled and squirted angrily with the strength of the wine, and even pulled out a bunch of old adult things and sprayed them again.

"Don't say that, we have to be optimistic. The bard is now persuading the people, but this persuasion is pale and weak, and it seems very fake.

"I know who you are, you're a bard, you have a badge to speak, you have something you can't say. But I'm not," somebody stood up, "I'm going to squirt! Angry! What a trash, what shit......"

This newly established drunkard scolded people sonorously, clearly, reasonably, and his level seemed to be quite high. Kevin was secretly surprised, could it be that the knowledge level of the average drunkard was already so rich in these years, or was this a pretext prepared by the bard?

This bard can not only afford to hang paintings, but even to raise them? Could it be that some aristocratic son deliberately came out to experience life? The more Kevin thought about it, the more interesting he became.

After a long time, the fiery atmosphere in the tavern finally calmed down, and the bard duly ended his speech, settled his wages, and left. With his departure, many drunkards also left, as if they had come to hear him speak. Kevin immediately blended in with them and walked out of the tavern together.

At this time, it is already dark, and the city is bustling at night, and the lights are flickering. Kevin looked left and right, found the back of the bard in the distance, and immediately followed it quickly. The bard didn't ride in the car, but just walked like this, so I guess his place of residence was nearby, right?

Seven and eight turns, from the main road to the small road, the lights here are also dimming, but the bard is dressed in white, still very eye-catching. Speaking of which, Kevin has hardly ever followed others personally, and since he had the crow, he has basically done this job. Now that I'm on the field in person, I always feel a little awkward.

Suddenly, Kevin felt something strange behind him, condensed a small magic shield in his hand, and peeked at it with the reflection. There is also a sneaky figure behind him, and he is also being followed?

Hearing this, Kevin was relieved. The stalker who can be discovered by himself is obviously not very strong. And its background energy is not very good, if it is really a strong background, and he directly looks at it in the sky with a parrot, Kevin will not be able to find it even if his strength is two orders higher.

Sure enough, I followed the bard two more times and came straight into a dead end. The bard turned around directly and said coldly: "Come out, you've been with me for a long time, haven't you?"

Kevin smiled in his heart and walked out slowly, but his face decided to cooperate with him, and changed to a surprised expression: "Oh? When did you find out?"

"Of course I found out about your clumsy tracking skills. The bard replied with a sneer.

"Oh, that's right. Kevin nodded.

"Say, why are you following me?" asked the bard in a cold voice.

"This question, let me ask someone else first," Kevin just smiled, and just when the other party was dazed, Kevin also turned around, "Come out, I also know that you have been following me for a long time." ”

The bard looked astonished, and then he saw a figure come out from behind, and it was the drunkard who was angry at the tavern. The atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

Kevin didn't care, pointing at the drunkard and asking, "Say, why are you following me?"

"I'm following you because I found out you're stalking him!" replied the drunkard.

"Really?" Kevin asked rhetorically, "and how did you find out I was stalking him?"

"Don't you know what you can see?" replied the drunkard, nonchalant.

"You're amazing," Kevin laughed, "You're so good, do you know there's someone following you behind you?"

The bard's face changed suddenly, and he hurriedly looked behind him, but saw that no one had come out.

Kevin smiled: "I'll scare you, don't be nervous." ”

"You don't talk nonsense," said the bard, his face gloomy, "Tell me, who are you, what do you want to do?"

"I'm looking for a job," Kevin replied, "like you." ”

The bard was shocked: "What, bard? Then you have to find out for yourself." ”

"No," Kevin replied, "it's just that there's an assignment and a job of distributing large scrolls." ”

"I ...... I don't understand. The bard was a little alarmed.

"Don't you understand?" Kevin said more directly, "It's the kind that starts with the orc students to introduce the topic, uses large paintings to increase the authenticity, and then finds a trust to scold the society, and finally can find the relevant departments to get money." ”

The two on the other side were in shock, and for a moment, the bard beckoned to the drunkard, then muttered to the side, occasionally pointing at Kevin.

At last, when the two settled, the bard and the drunkard came over with a wicked smile on their faces: "I don't know who you are, this friend. It doesn't matter if your purpose is true or not, even if it is, we can't tolerate you. ”

"Why?" Kevin wondered.

"Too many peers will rob us of our own jobs," the drunkard sneered and snapped his fingers, "Do you understand?"

"That's okay, I can be your boss, won't this rob you of your jobs?" Kevin said in surprise.

Two: "......"

"I don't think you know where you are now," the bard sneered, "and sometimes there are people who are always whimsical and need a lesson to make them realize reality." ”

Kevin was surprised: "This is the capital, and there are patrols in the sky." What do you want to do?"

The bard laughed: "Do you know why I led you to a dead end? There are no patrols here! This is a dead end! Hitting you is a blow for nothing." Do you understand?"

Drunkard interface: "You're not a master, if you are a master, we won't be able to find out if you are a master." You say yes, right?"

Kevin just muttered and repeated: "This is a dead end, hitting people is equal to hitting people for nothing, I understand." ”

The drunkard and the bard looked at each other, and suddenly threw a punch that slammed Kevin's face. Kevin was unceremonious, and directly burst out with red fighting spirit, raising his hand to shake off the opponent's fist. Seeing this, the other party immediately broke out with red vindictiveness. The three clusters of red light suddenly collided with each other, and their fists and feet were added.

However, after only two rounds, the two opposite sides were knocked to the ground by Kevin. Kevin didn't use any high-end skills, any illusion magic, it was really basic hand-to-hand combat skills, and it was easy to defeat one against two. After all, Kevin is a person who came all the way from the kobolds, and at the same level, in terms of skill and experience, it is too much.

"You say it's a fight for nothing," Kevin was happy, "Thank you for telling me this." ”

"Great, big brother...... "The bard kept backing away, "there's something to say." ”