At present, there are more than 200,000 registered bards in the whole continent, and these more than 200,000 people belong to two bards' guilds, and the two guilds are under the jurisdiction of the two great powers of the human race. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The main purpose of the establishment of the guild is mainly to provide a platform for bards to communicate with each other, and it is also a collection center for information from all over the mainland, and it is also for ease of management.

If these 200,000 people scolded the king of a certain country at the same time, then the king would directly carry the infamy of the ages and leave a stench for thousands of years. In order to avoid such incidents and ensure the dignity of the nobility, the two great kingdoms of the human race have strict laws and regulations. Each bard must be responsible for what he or she says, and the bard's published works are accompanied by a special editor, who reviews them one by one and checks them manually.

If the editor discovers that the authorities are mapping, promoting darkness and many other evil content, the editor must immediately return the manuscript and order it to be revised or destroyed. If the editor neglects to supervise, or insists on publishing an article that violates the rules, the punishment will be punished according to the circumstances, ranging from a public apology to being burned at the stake, and the editor and the bard will be punished together.

Of course, the premise is that you are in the territory of the two major kingdoms of the human race, if you are in a small neighboring country, or directly in the beast race or elf, the king of the human race will scold you casually, and no one will care about you. Of course, the premise is that your swearing deeds should never be passed back to the great powers, and at the same time, you will never return to the great powers.

Of course, in fact, as long as there are no excessive remarks, there will be no problem in making fun of two sentences at will. Both powers have considerable strength, and a few years ago someone scolded the Emperor of the Lane Empire for being "really an ugly stupid pig". It is said that Emperor Lane did not get angry, but only used magic to turn the man's face into a pig's head, and this tenacious warrior has survived to this day. He was not discriminated against, but many people respected him and thought that he was a real warrior.

And if the matter happened in the kingdom of Lou Paule, another large country of the human race, the usual practice would be sent to court for trial, but in most cases, as long as it is not directly scolded by the king or important ministers, it will not be too serious, and the main thing is to fine and apologize. Unless you refuse to apologize, it is really too long, and it is already to the point of suicide.

On the contrary, it is the Bright Sect that is the most severe in this regard. Murderers and arsonists who sincerely repent will be forgiven by the priests with a generous heart, but if they accidentally say the wrong thing, "Necromancers are good." "Most of them will be burned at the stake.

However, in recent years, the Church of Light has gradually relaxed, perhaps because the new pope came to power, or because the world medicine has gradually developed, and gradually detached itself from curing diseases and going to the Church of Light, or it may be that the culture is developing too fast, and there are a lot of works involving blasphemy, and the Church of Light can't control it, or it may be all other reasons.

All in all, it is relatively easy to survive in this era. As long as you know when and what to say, it's fine.

The most recent burning at the stake in the Church of Light dates back 15 years. At that time, a copy of "Open Eyes and Blindness" was very popular in aristocratic circles, and its language was humorous, telling the story of the so-called light and darkness in an alternative style. At many aristocratic balls, there are exchanges of novel jokes, and some aristocratic ladies laugh so much that their demeanor drops.

But it's a pity that it was soon banned by the Illuminati Sect, on the grounds that the book actually wrote that the Pope was a lazy old man, who used the excuse of talking to God all day long, and then slept with his head covered. The Pope must be a womanizer, otherwise why would the saints of the past generations have been beautiful and innocent women, but they have never been pockmarked or bucktoothed? On the contrary, the dark mages who served as villains were all handsome and dashing, and their manners were elegant.

Although the ending of the book is still a cliché story of light beating over darkness, the dark mages do not show their ugly faces in the end, and they die handsomely. And the Church of Light seems to have repented, the Pope no longer sleeps lazy, and really chose a pockmarked bucktooth girl to be the saint.

However, the Church of Light still could not agree and considered it a double blasphemy against the Pope and the Holy Maiden. At that time, there were also a few nobles who interceded, but the book was so widely circulated that the Pope and the Holy Maiden also read it and personally ordered their arrest. No one would offend the Pope for the sake of an unknown author.

In the end, everyone had to compromise and hand over "Open Eyes and Blindness" and burn it for the church. At the same time, the author of the book, Bert Because, along with the editor of the book, Baron Stadt, was burned at the stake. And Bert Indon is the father of Kevin Indon.

Fifteen years ago, it was a hot day, and many people watched on the execution ground, and this iron frame was erected in the middle of the field, and two sinners were tied to it. The Supreme Presiding Judge of the Church at that time was personally present, and the specifications were basically similar to those of the pagans. Kevin, who was only 10 years old at the time, fell to his knees crying, along with the son of Baron Stadt, and a large number of his relatives.

"Bert Lack of Reflections!" the presiding judge asked coldly from the stage, "you long-tongued dog who is guilty of the most heinous crimes, and who smear my Church of Light at will, preach darkness, and stir up ignorant and kind people. You sinner, not even God can forgive your sins! Hell is the only place for you! What do you have to say now?"

Baron Stadt on the side had already preemptively replied: "Judge, I am innocent! I am just an editor, why should I be burned to death?"

"Your dereliction of duty has led to this kind of bastard novel poisoning the continent," the presiding judge picked up "Open Eyes and Blind Eyes" on the table, and threw him under the execution rack, "Can you still be innocent? ”

"Oh no!" Baron Stadt snarled, making his final growl.

In this regard, Bert only smiled, as if it was a very comfortable thing to be tied to the execution rack, and he just turned his head to look at his son from afar: "Kevin, don't be too sad. Look at the world carefully, it's all material! This is what the Father can teach you in the end. ”

"Father, father!" 10-year-old Kevin, clutching his hands, frantically tried to rush into the room. The sturdy Templar beside him grabbed him by the collar with one hand and threw him to the ground.

The mother of the elf clan on the side hugged Kevin, and she was already in tears: "Okay, okay, don't go any further." ”

"Father, I'm here to save you!" the son of Baron Stat, who was also young, rushed over with a long sword. But he was easily grabbed by the collar and thrown back.

The presiding judge raised his hand and waved: "Execution!" The words fell, and dozens of torches on the side all smashed on the firewood pile under their feet, and a raging fire ignited in just a moment, accompanied by the crackling sound of the firewood, with the scorching summer sun, even the masses who were more than 30 meters away felt the heat in their faces, and one can imagine how painful the two death row prisoners in the center were.

"Oh no!" Kevin screamed frantically, suddenly kneeling down in front of the onlookers, "Ladies and gentlemen of the nobles, I remember that you all enjoyed watching my father's works. I beg you to save my father! I beg you to save me!"

The son of Stadt on the side seemed to be inspired, and he also knelt down in front of the other group: "I remember that you are all my father's contract poets, and you can see what my father used to recommend to you, save my father! Please, please!"

However, no one moved, and many people turned their faces away and sighed secretly, but no one moved. The baron's family came quite a bit, but there was nothing they could do at this time. There were only cries and cries and the incessant pleading of the two children.

"Kevin!" Bert's voice remained calm and calm in the midst of the raging fire, "Remember, don't be sad, don't be resentful, don't take revenge! We're bards, and we're going to bring laughter to everyone! Only at the last moment of life, we still insist on being funny! That's really funny! You know?"

"Father!" Kevin only frantically tried to crawl over, but was still dragged back by the Templars.

"Ahh

"Kevin, don't cry!" Bert yelled, "Everyone dies once, there's nothing to be afraid of! A real funnyman, even if his father dies in the morning, he must tell everyone a joke in the afternoon! You must always be proud of your name! You are Kevin.

"Ahh

Bert didn't pay attention to it, but looked at his wife with blurred eyes: "It is the honor of my life to be able to marry the wife of the elves. It's a pity that I'm not a qualified husband, nor am I a qualified father. I express my deepest apologies. ”

Kevin's mother had already stopped crying, and Start immediately shouted frantically: "Judge! He's not hot, he may be a monster, do you want to consider putting out the fire and observing again...... Ahem...... cough cough cough ......"

The flames were raging, and as for the two of them gradually unable to breathe and speak, the torment of the whole body was unimaginable. The beards were already on fire, and no specific faces could be seen, and a smell filled the air, and many people frowned and even became disgusted.

"Honey," Bert's faint voice finally came out, "help...... I ......"

The elven mother raised her trembling hands and raised her bow and arrows. The presiding judge glanced out of the corner of his eye, glancing at the Templars. The Templars understood, strode over, and then bent over and frantically slammed the two teenage boys. The mother knew that this was an opportunity, and the tears rushed again, and as soon as her hand was released, two arrows whistled out, and two buzzes. In the flames, there was no more sound.

The presiding judge glared at the Templars, but said nothing. Anyway, the ending is the same, everyone is dead, so don't worry about it.

The sun is still blazing in the air, unlike the rain that inevitably falls in times of sadness in many works, but the mood of everyone is equally heavy, and Bert insists on being funny at the last moment of his life, although no one in the audience laughs.

For the next five years, Kevin and his mother entered the Elven Kingdom to live, and during the five years Kevin read more than 200 classic books left by his father.

Five years later, at the age of 15, Kevin said goodbye to his mother and began to travel the continent alone. He is a mixed race of human and elven races, in addition to his own proficiency in Lou Pauler and elven languages, during this period he also taught himself the Chinese language of the Lane Emperor and the language of the dwarves, and he can also understand the beast language, but he does not understand their pronunciation, and he cannot understand or speak.

Fortunately, Baron Stadt's son succeeded his father and remained editor. The two have known each other since childhood, and although they both lost their fathers, which was a little unpleasant, there was no hostility towards each other. Eventually, Kevin remained under a contract with Baron Stadt the Younger, which stipulated that all of the minstrels' works must be reviewed by the contract editor and approved before they could be published. Bards are required to pay their manuscripts regularly, and editors are paid regularly.

Of course, there are also many tyrant-level bards who publish their own books, pay their own money, and then earn their own money. Of course, this requires a lot of upfront funding, and it will not be recognized by the Bards Guild, and if you don't do it, it will be suppressed by the Bards Guild.

Kevin traveled for 10 years, starting from the elves, passing through more than 20 major cities and 5 countries. He doesn't have any fighting spirit, and his magic is only at the level of a low-level apprentice, and he can only use two moves, a magic missile, and a magic shield. These two moves are already the lowest-level skills of the mage, and the magic missile is ridiculed as the farmer's old fist in the mage world, because its power is similar to the farmer's old fist, even if the great mage uses it, it will not be much improved, and the upper limit of this spell is particularly low. Of course, the Grand Magus can release thousands or hundreds of magic missiles in an instant, and winning by quantity is still not to be underestimated. However, for apprentices, sometimes it is not as good as bricks.

There is not much strength to move around, which is undoubtedly dangerous, but fortunately in the current era of peace. With his wisdom and knowledge, Kevin survived without danger along the way. In the past 10 years, Kevin also wrote a book called "The Legend of the Assassins", but unfortunately the sales were not good, and Kevin's life began to become more and more embarrassing.

As a last resort, he would sometimes go to the tavern to tell pornographic jokes, but even so, he decided to continue traveling. Aspire to be a bard like his father.