Kevin couldn't explain anything to the farmer, even the farmers near the city had a low level of awareness, maybe they had eaten poisoned mushrooms, so they defined all mushrooms as poisonous. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info But then again, it's not easy to really completely identify poisonous mushrooms, and it's generally thought that brightly colored mushrooms are poisonous, but there are also quite a few white mushrooms that are also poisonous. Kevin has traveled for 10 years, and he doesn't dare to say that he is completely identified, he just dares to pick the mushrooms he knows.

The farmer is gone, and Kevin has to pick up firewood again. Just kicked a pot, if you burn it again, it is estimated that the firewood may not be enough. If you burn half of it and find that there is no firewood, it is really troublesome, so you can only prepare again.

Failure is undoubtedly a discouraging time, but there is no way around it. After spending a lot of time, Kevin dragged his tired body to build a fire again, looked left and right, and then prayed to the sky: "I hope there won't be a short-sighted person to kick my pot." ”

Suddenly, there was a clucking rooster in the woods, and a black shadow sprang out of the grass and swept past Kevin's eyes. Without thinking, Kevin slammed into a magic missile.

But at the same time, an arrow flew in the jungle, and both sides hit at the same time, and the black shadow suddenly fell to the ground, struggled for a moment, and immediately stopped moving. Apparently this is a black-haired chicken.

Kevin immediately got up and picked up the black-haired chicken from the ground to check it. Immediately, a hunter with a bow on his back rushed over in a hurry: "What are you doing? Put down my chickens!"

"This is my chicken," Kevin replied, "I hit it first." ”

"There's my arrow stuck in here, you said you hit it?" Orion glared, "You say it again?"

"It's magic, you don't understand it!" Kevin sneered, hungry and grumpy.

"Fake!" Orion scolded, moving his arm to come up and do it. Kevin had already prepared, and quietly condensed a magic missile in his hand. Although the magic missile only has the power of the farmer's old fist, as long as it is condensed in the hand and does not emit, it will be punched out with the fist. Then the magic missile plus your own fist is equivalent to having the power of two punches. In the face of this kind of person, you should be able to knock him to the ground with one blow.

Seeing the timing, Kevin took the lead and landed his farmer's second punch.

Bang! was caught by the opponent with his hand, and then the opponent punched him with a backhand.

Bang! Kevin lay down.

"Humph! Orion snatched the chicken from Kevin's hand and kicked him twice, before scolding and leaving.

Halfway through, Kevin shook his head and got up, slamming his nose slightly, still sore. I'm still a magician, and it's really a shame that I haven't been able to win against a single Orion. It seems that the skills and experience in fighting are still very lacking, but there is no way to do it now. Looking up at the sky, it was already past midnight. Kevin had no choice but to find some wild fruits to eat. Take off your clothes and wash them in the stream, take a bath yourself, and then put your wet clothes back on. In May, the temperature is not low, and the bath is not cold.

After the dotting, the sky had already begun to lighten. In one night, I took a bath, and it was too hard to survive in the wild. Baron Starter is a nobleman and his own editor, so it should be okay to defect to him, right?

Kevin made up his mind and put a big beard on himself first. This beard is still made by him with his own hair, and some areas like beards, Kevin follows the local customs, and also makes one, and brings it when telling jokes. Now it's just the right time to cover it up.

"Hey! The guards stopped.

"Kevin. Kevin pulled out his badge. The assassination doesn't seem to be nationally wanted, otherwise Kevin would have been caught out of the swill bucket.

"You ......," the guard was surprised, "I haven't seen such a long beard for a day?"

"Don't mind that kind of detail," Kevin replied casually, "By the way, has anyone ever come looking for me?"

"I don't know," the guard shook his head, "at least not when I was on duty." ”

"Okay, thanks. Kevin nodded and went into town.

It looks like the pursuit of yourself is completely insufficient. Kevin looked around as he walked, but didn't find anything suspicious. For a moment he wondered if he had made a mistake in his judgment, maybe that Linda was really an ordinary reader, but at that time in the swill bucket, Kevin heard her running to find him, did he just think he was missing, so he investigated?

Kevin denied his conjecture for a moment, he and she were only new acquaintances, so they wouldn't have to run back and forth in the rain. But the strength of the other party's pursuit is too small. In this way, it can only be explained that the assassins sent by the other party are very lame.

That's right, he's just a bard, and he can't even beat a single Orion. There is no need to go to great lengths to send out any high-ranking assassins, or to be wanted by the whole country. Maybe someone like himself is a newcomer to the Assassins. However, in this way, it also gave Kevin the confidence to escape.

Kevin once tried to deduce the possibility of people like himself fleeing the country for the sake of writing plausibility. The result of the deduction is that if the state really makes every effort to arrest him, with Kevin's strength, there is no ability to escape. His smell and other information have already been left behind, even if he is hiding in the mountains, there are dragon eagle troops who come to search, and all kinds of powerful search magic and magic are enough to make people have nothing to hide. Any so-called means of escape must be established under the condition that you have considerable strength, and if you really encounter a top magician, you only need to look at you, and you will be paralyzed immediately, where to run?

Unless it is in a small country, the national strength is weaker, it is still possible. Otherwise, you can only pick up the urinal, and with the help of the urinal, you can get out. Kevin doesn't have a urinal, and he doesn't expect to pick it up, so the best thing to do at the moment is to seek asylum, find a legal way to survive, and integrate into society is important.

For that reason, going to the waypoint was a bit risky, but Kevin thought it was still worth it.

At this stage, almost all Terran cities have one or more teleportation points, which greatly facilitates people's travel, but also brings some problems. Since the waypoint is directly connected to the other main cities, it is equivalent to an inner city gate. And since the teleportation point can be teleported across the country in an instant, it is difficult to track down a fugitive once he or she has escaped. Therefore, there is no need to relax the outer city gate at all, or even stricter.

Relevant documents must be presented to enter and exit, and weapons and equipment higher than the title must not be carried, and no fire oil, magic crystals, space rings or any space spell equipment must be carried. Some of them are dangerous items, while others can cause the portal space to become deranged, causing serious accidents.

The waypoint needs to be powered by a magic crystal, which of course is expensive. Although there is no explicit stipulation that the nobles must pass, in fact, most of the people who pass are nobles, and the common people are basically reluctant to pay this ticket. There are more nobles, and naturally there are some aristocratic rules, such as some dirty and sloppy people are not allowed to enter. If it was yesterday's Kevin, he would inevitably be blasted out, but today, although he was still covered in water, it was still within the acceptable range.

Thankfully, the bard has a discount. The Bards Guild encourages everyone to travel around and offers a 50% discount on tickets, and Kevin can travel so many places that I have to say that this policy has helped a lot. Otherwise, you can't even afford to eat bread, where is the money to play teleportation.

In a few moments, the inner city wall had arrived. The portal was set up on the city wall, glowing with a halo of magic. The entire inner city wall is in a C-shape, with many guards, spears flashing, and three magicians sitting in the middle.

As soon as the guards here looked at their expressions, they became more serious and arrogant. They are accustomed to seeing all kinds of nobles, and ordinary people basically can't talk. Unlike the guards at the outer city gate, any old peasant can go up and chat.

All the fugitives always look a little unnatural, and Kevin is no exception. Although I have read and written a lot of thrilling stories of pursuit and escape, the reality is a completely different mood when I put it on myself. But fortunately, there were no observant sages here, and no one noticed Kevin's expression.

I couldn't help but look around, and my hands unconsciously began to rub my hands. It wasn't until the moment he entered the portal that he really breathed a sigh of relief. I even want to laugh, this novice assassin is really lame. Hahaha!

When I saw it, the surrounding scenery had changed drastically, and I could smell the sea breeze when I inhaled it. Teleportation is fast, just in the blink of an eye. In front of you is the city of Shirez, one of the most prosperous coastal cities in the kingdom of Loupaul, and it is also a military town. The city has a population of 3 million, including more than 50,000 large and small nobles.

The Stat Library is located in the heart of the city, and it was a quiet day. Since the last time the Black Assassin peeked at a book in the middle of the night, nothing major had happened. The man in black said he would return the Assassin's Biography, but he hasn't done so. But this was already a trivial matter, and in Baron Stat's mind, there was no longer a noble ball of great importance.

There were three more knocks at the door, and Baron Stadt put down the manuscript in his hand: "Come in." ”

The door was pushed open, and three bards entered, and Start glanced up, a little familiar, but not recognizable. The three of them bowed slightly, saluted, and then each spread out a manuscript: "The three of us are barons of Leiden, and we can be regarded as having read too many novels, and we are a little interested in starting to write on our own." However, our editors do not seem to be favorable, and we all think it is necessary to show Baron Stadt for himself. ”

Baron Stadt nodded, picked up one and began to read it. There were also often aristocrats among the bards, and the petty editors under these people could not cope with it, and had to be sent by Staunt himself.

"I think my novel is a very good novel, and I have set up a new upgrade system, from Mengxing, Beast Miserable, Xiada, and Chaosy all the way to Labor, Hedgehog Groove, Infinite Connection, and then to the Great God. I think this book will soon surpass Rex and become a masterpiece that countless bards have been cultivating. "The bard on the left has a triumphant face.

Starter nodded as he looked: "What's the difference between these upgrade systems and 123456789?"

"Of course there is a difference!" the other responded, "like why are our titles duke, marquis, earl, son, and baron, instead of 12345?"

Starter nodded, put down this manuscript, and read another. The second bard automatically stepped forward: "This is a time-traveling novel about a sword master who suddenly crosses into the body of a down-and-out nobleman. This down-and-out aristocrat had been bullied, but since the Sword Master had been in his body, nothing had changed. He began to ......"

The bard spat out for a long time, and Start had already finished reading his manuscript, but the other party still had no intention of stopping. seems to be going to tell the whole novel again, but if you listen carefully, it is nothing more than stepping on the story of God and God.

"What do you think?" asked the bard, finally coming to his senses.

"Not bad. Starter nodded, and then read the next one. The bard said nothing, and there was a slight haughtiness in his eyes, as if he looked down on the two companions who had come with him.

Starter hurriedly skimmed through it and couldn't help but wonder, "Doesn't the protagonist have a urinal?"

"No," the other person's voice was even a little disdainful, "my protagonist wins by wisdom, and it took me a year to open this chapter." I have collected a lot of information and visited many famous places. I believe that my novels must be the most plausible, the most inspiring, and the best. ”

Start sighed, "But it doesn't make any money. ”

The three of them looked at each other and were silent for a while.

Starter said to the two of them: "You two go back first, your manuscript can be published." Send the follow-up chapters every month, and I'll borrow more to pay for your gold coins. The contract will be given to you in a moment, so let's go down and wait first. ”

"Good. The two nodded, looking back at the third person, and couldn't help but feel a little proud. The third person seemed a little dazed and puzzled, and at the same time a little uneven.

"Your work is good," Stadt said, looking at the third person who remained, and first affirmed, "no doubt it took more thought, and the quality is much better than the two books that came with you." However, this is a small niche, and there may be some achievements, but it is difficult to have any big developments. ”

The bard was silent, but the facial expression was one of disbelief.

"Last year, we borrowed 8% of the library's library borrowing, and just one copy of Rex accounted for 8% of the total. Almost everyone who comes to borrow a book to buy a book will flip through "The Biography of Rex" casually. Including novels similar to "The Legend of Rex", many nobles don't feel addicted to reading one, so they find a few identical and similar ones and then look at them. This is where 30% of our library's revenue comes from. "The other 50% is the income from holding aristocratic balls and aristocratic fairs, and about 18% of the income from other industrial nobles advertising here." In general, the proportion of niche books that can be earned is only between 1% and 2%. ”

"We speak with data, I'm a businessman first and an editor second. "Maybe you think those nobles are stupid and only read some rubbish mainstream literature." But in fact, we made a lot of money. Why do you think the mainstream is the mainstream?"

The bard was not reconciled: "Maybe I can lead a mainstream." ”

Stadt laughed, as if he were asking an ordinary child what he wanted to be when he grew up, and the child replied that he wanted to be a king when he grew up. Of course, strictly speaking, it is not impossible, so Statt just smiled and said, "This is a good dream." ”

"I have a friend who, like you, likes to write with a strange way of thinking," Staatt began to reminisce, "his work is quite good, and I have recommended it to many nobles many times, but in fact he is currently so depressed that he is going around telling pornographic jokes for a living, and he is still a bachelor at the age of 25." I'm telling you this story not to say that it's impossible for a niche to be famous, but it's hard. ”

The bard was silent again.

Suddenly, there was another knock on the door, and Stadt spoke, "Come in." ”

The door was pushed open, only to see that it was Kevin. All the way from the teleportation point, the water on his body was dried, but after two days of escape, he still looked a lot haggard.

"What a coincidence," said Stadt, cheerfully, "to introduce you, this is the 25-year-old bachelor I told you, Kevin Indon. ”

"Are you using me as a negative teaching material for newcomers again?" Kevin just nodded casually at the newcomer, "Jill in the bazaar over there, I remember that his writing is good, why does he start selling salted fish now?"

"I suggested that he buy salted fish," Statt replied calmly, "and it is a fact that selling salted fish is obviously more promising than he writes, so tell me how you have been doing?"

"It's been terrible lately," Kevin sighed, "but I've only had some accidents, not because of the niche." ”

The newcomer bard on the side couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Kevin, is it true that only mainstream literature can become popular." ”

Kevin looked at him a few times and smiled, "Of course not." ”

"That's great, I'll go back and finish this one!" the newcomer was visibly a little happy.

"But first I have to ask you, are you trying to make money, or are you just a hobby?" Kevin began.

"Of course it's making money. ”

"If it's to make money, it's best to win by quantity," Kevin's answer was unexpected, "Finely crafted crafts can easily be beaten by big road goods." ”

The newcomer was obviously quite disappointed and somewhat overwhelmed.

"Unfortunately, that's the status quo. It's not that there are no winners, but very few. Teaching people to work in this direction is actually wrong. Kevin sighed, "Many artists' works are not enshrined as masterpieces until after death, or even generations after death. But at that time, many people were living at the bottom of society. If you have wisdom beyond the times, it will be difficult to be tolerated by the times, and if you have wisdom beyond the mainstream, it will be difficult to be tolerated by the mainstream. That's it. ”

The newcomer was silent for a moment, took the manuscript, and left silently.

"What a surprise!" said Stadt, "how would you say such a thing? I thought you were going to teach him to chase his dreams, and then bara a whole bunch of them." ”

Kevin just shook his head: "If it was a few years ago, I would have said so." But after going through a lot, sometimes I have to admit some things. ”

"Oh, is your next novel ready to go mainstream?" asked Stadt.

"Hehe," Kevin just smiled faintly, "I'm going to write a story about a bard, which happens to be my own profession and is more familiar." What do you think of the editors going to include the editors as well?"

"It's a niche again!" Statt sighed, but he knew that Kevin was already old and stubborn, and he didn't intend to convince him.

Of course, Kevin also knew the editor's mood, but he didn't pay much attention to it, he just joked: "Compared with whether it is niche or not, I am worried that if I beat up the editor in the book, will it cause the real editor to be unhappy?"

"Haha," Stadt laughed, "you're thinking too much." ”

"That's good. Kevin laughed too.