Kevin's writing style is slightly different from most, and in his own words, it's a kind of humor that is out of thought. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info His biography of the Assassins is full of similar passages, but it is not acceptable to many bards. Many people think that this is a spoof without logic, only suitable for small paragraphs, not for long novels.

Kevin doesn't argue much, there are a lot of bards here, and no one knows anyone. Kevin tried to find a few old friends he had known before, but unfortunately he couldn't find them, and finally heard a group of people talking about national affairs over there, and Kevin immediately got on with him.

Although I have traveled for 10 years and traveled a lot, the times are constantly changing. Everyone's vision is always biased, after all, the world is still big, and if you want to understand the whole continent, you can only communicate with some other bards who have traveled all over the continent. The discussion was very intense, or customs, or political disputes, or magical innovations, or artistic enjoyment, and of course, according to the habit of bards, inevitably with some exaggeration in between.

For example, if he does not like a certain country, he will say that a certain country, from the king to the rogues, is all stupid, and even the rogues are stupider than our country. For example, if you worship a certain country, some people will say that your own country is really bad, and comparing us with a certain country is simply hell. There are also attacks on some recognized ancient strong and wise men, and they find a bunch of documents that no one knows whether they are true or false, saying that these strong and wise men are nothing more than that. But in the final analysis, it's just to highlight his talents, deliberately going against the current. This naturally sparked the dissatisfaction of another group of ancient strong worshippers, and the two sides debated.

This kind of debate will undoubtedly attract a lot of onlookers, and those who dare to start the debate are usually of some level. It is really not easy for ordinary people to tell which of them has the upper hand. Because even people who talk nonsense casually, they have their own set of sophistic techniques.

For example, when you talk about whether a strong person is truly strong, you talk to them about strength, he talks to you about wisdom, you talk to him about wisdom, he talks to you about chivalry, you talk to him about chivalry, and he talks to you about longevity. Find some people who died early, and propose that if they lived to that point, they would not have had anything to do with this strong man. Or if the strong person lives to xxx, it will be just a popular trick and so on.

In short, even if the strong man himself is alive, it is estimated that the debate is not clear, and Kevin is just listening to laughter and laughing, and he must not believe it, nor can he believe it all. In fact, many people who debate things themselves don't necessarily understand it very deeply, and in most cases, they just follow the trend.

The dance party didn't disperse until late at night. The bards are mostly a group of qualified people, and they also take the garbage with them when they leave, although the ball is crowded. But after the end of the show, the venue can still be kept clean.

When all the downstairs were dispersed, the upstairs was still brightly lit, and the sound of noise and music was endless. Kai Wenming confessed, this is to entertain these great gods, and at their level, the conversation is no longer limited to the plot of the novel, or any national events, but business. As a baron, Starter also personally entertained him above, and it was not easy to suffer a leg injury. I guess I'm not drunk today.

Kevin didn't want to go up and went back to his room. In addition to writing, Kevin must always record the interesting things he sees, although he may not need it at the moment, but he may always use it in the future for the plot of the novel. The materials were originally put together with the draft, but fortunately the female assassin returned.

As the night passed, the servants began to be busy again. Prom preparation is not one day, but two days in a row. In the past two days, the tavern in the city of Shirez can be said to be full of business, and countless bards have desperately sprayed with others in order to highlight their style, robbing the tavern and fame. However, these heated debates are nothing more than a snack for alcoholics.

Kevin hadn't been to the tavern for a long time, and had recently stayed at Baron Stadt's house, so he didn't need to steal business with them. At this time, as a pure spectator, he is also happy to be idle. In the evening, the dance party started again, and Kevin still quietly listened to other people's bragging, occasionally opening his own mouth. Bards rarely quarrel with each other, and generally everyone is of good quality, and the most that disagrees with you is not to talk nonsense, except when it comes to robbing the tavern.

However, it didn't take long for the idle days to arrive, and June 1st finally arrived. The June conscription of Lou Baole has finally officially begun.

Kevin and Starter both got up early in the morning, put on the very rustic recruit clothes, looked at each other, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Both of them were actually some arrogant people, after all, Start was a noble baron, and he had a lot of money, and this kind of little soldier was originally just something he called around. And although Kevin does not have a title, as a perennial creation, this kind of small soldier is the face of the public who was slaughtered by the strong in pieces under his pen.

Unexpectedly, they had to start as small soldiers first.

"Child!" Stat's mother burst into tears, "don't you really think about it? It's very bitter there! Mom is worried that you won't be able to stand it!"

"It's okay," Statt could only smile at this time, "so many soldiers have come back alive, can't I? ”

"Your Excellency, the carriage is ready. The butler led the carriage over, "Don't you really need us to send it?"

"No," Stadt stopped, "I'm such an adult, it's fine." In the future, the troops will need to come by themselves, and it will depend on you. You remember to manage the library well, and if something goes wrong, you can work with a few editors to solve it. No, you can find a way to get in touch with the Bards Guild headquarters, I have a few old friends over there who should be able to help. ”

"Yes. The butler nodded, his eyes looking very reluctant.

"We're leaving. Starter waved his hand and jumped into the car. Kevin went up from the other side, raised his whip, and the carriage was already galloping away in a few moments. Start looked back from time to time in the car, looking at the home that was getting farther and farther away, and he was a little sad for a while. Kevin doesn't care on the side, he has been adrift for 10 years, and he has long been used to walking around, and he is the same wherever he goes.

"I wonder what kind of soldiers we're going to be?" Stadt chatted casually, "I still want to be a casual class, like archers, catapult soldiers, and good cooks." ”

"Don't think about it," Kevin laughed, "you're obviously a hoplite, or hoplite, the kind in the front row." ”

"Hmph!" Stadt retorted, "I'm all fat, and I'll lose weight as soon as I go to the army for training." ”

"Not necessarily," Kevin replied, "Some people can get fat by drinking water, and even the army may not be able to train people to be thin." You can only practice stronger. ”

"Hmph, what kind of soldier can you be?" Stadt led the conversation to Kevin, "You're so good at talking, you should be a shouting soldier." The kind that shouts and scolds in front of the front row and attracts hatred. ”

Kevin smiled and disagreed: "Scolding doesn't necessarily need to be able to speak, but it must be loud." I have an average voice, and fat people are more suitable. ”

The two teased all the way, which can be regarded as relieving their emotions. Speaking of which, although the two have known each other for a long time, they have never spoken so closely.

After a moment, the carriage stopped, and the two got out of the car. Start patted the horse's head: "Go back by yourself." The carriage turned around and drove home. This horse-drawn cart has been around for more than 10 years and is very intelligent and human. After running for a while, the horse looked back, and it seemed that even it knew that Statt would not be back anytime soon.

The entrance to the conscription office was already crowded, and many nobles' carriages had nowhere to stop. Many parents dragged their families over and sent their sons to serve as soldiers, and there was almost crying on the field. Kevin just shook his head, I have to say that he still has some sense of superiority in front of these spoiled children.

Bang! A figure flew out of the door, accompanied by a cold snort: "I said, you don't need to bring anything, except for your people and recruit costumes!

"Why!" the man snarled to his feet, "this is the treasure my father has taught me, this is my status symbol!"

Menai barely bothered to pay attention to him: "Next." ”

There was a lot of discussion on the field for a while, and many people who were still lucky and tried to hide the treasure in it began to take it off at this time. And the person who was thrown out just stood in place, not knowing whether to go in again or continue to stand stupidly. Kevin also hurriedly asked Stadt again: "You didn't bring anything you shouldn't bring, did you?"

"Of course not," said Stadt, who was also a more mature man, "what about you? you won't carry your badge, will you?" and that would be the pride of the bard. ”

"I'm not that stupid," Kevin replied, "but I did bring one more thing." ”

Start's face changed greatly: "Don't bother me!"

"I also wore a pair of underwear underneath. Kevin replied.

Stadt: "......"

"Huh?" another teenager leaned over to him, "Baron Stadt?"

The two turned around, but saw that this person was the young master Gray they met when they signed up last time, and he was also dressed as a recruit at this time, no different from an ordinary recruit.

"Oh, what a coincidence!" said Stadt.

"Yes, why is it that Lord Baron has come to serve as a soldier too?" Young Master Gray was obviously very surprised, apparently the last time they met, he and his father were so noisy and noisy that they didn't notice the others on the side.

"Well, there are a few reasons. Statt only vaguely paused, then changed the subject, "What about your father?"

"Send me here and leave," replied Master Gray, "and threaten to break my leg if I dare to flee back." Hmph!"

"You don't seem to want to be a soldier?" replied Stat.

"Of course not," said Master Gray, with a look of disgust, "my dream is to become a ranger, or to be a brave man. Who wants to be a soldier!"

Kevin interjected on the side: "Routine novels are harmful, and they all treat soldiers as tricks." ”

"Isn't it?" retorted Young Master Gray.

"That's right. Kevin doesn't debate much with him either.

The three of them were silent for a moment, and Young Master Gray quietly came up: "Lord Baron, is there any way to dodge?"

"This ...... How do you dodge this?" and the two were surprised, and Start replied, "You want to run now, and no one is stopping you?"

"But my dad will beat me," said Master Gray, frowning, "is there a way to get the best of both worlds?

Stadt remembered what the officer had said when he signed up, that if the injury to his right leg hadn't healed by June 1, he wouldn't use it. Immediately nodded: "Probably, right?"

Young Master Gray thought for a moment, picked up a stone on the side of the road, and seemed to want to hit his leg, but he didn't dare, hesitated for a moment, looked up and asked, "How far do I have to smash it to be unqualified?"

Both of them had a look of disdain in their eyes, a person who dared to break his leg, but did not dare to join the army, was this brave or cowardly? But neither of them spoke, but only showed it with their eyes. But Young Master Gray was only fifteen years old, and he couldn't understand just looking at his eyes, so he couldn't help but be a little anxious: "You guys are talking!"

"We don't know, feel free. Stadt replied. Kevin actually has a lot of educational lines in his stomach, but when he thinks that he has no obligation to educate him, he simply keeps his mouth shut. Watch the play quietly.

"Then I'll smash it!" Young Master Gray slammed into his feet, and with a bang, the stone hit, and his expression was distorted, as if he was in great pain.

Kevin whispered, "Obviously no broken bones." Statt just nodded slightly.

"Is it okay?" Young Master Gray limped over, and even the others on the side showed disdain, but he himself couldn't see it at all.

"Probably, it's almost us, let's go inside. Start greeted, and the three of them naturally entered the recruiting office together.

It was still the major from last time, and Master Gray limped up first: "I'm sorry, Mr. Major. My leg hurts. ”

The major frowned, stood up, and touched his feet casually: "It's nothing, let's go in! There is a teleportation array inside, and it will be sent directly to the barracks." ”

"But...... But I was hurt. I ...... "Gray is less panicked.

The major directly didn't bother to talk nonsense with him: "Next." Young Master Gray looked left and right, with a disappointed expression, and finally reluctantly walked into the teleportation room.

Stadt and Kevin wanted to go up, but the major nodded, "Do you three want to be together?" Kevin, you're a magician. I have instructors who are more proficient in magic, but the three of you seem to know each other, so you can consider splitting up. ”

Kevin shook his head: "I don't accept the elemental physique, forget it." Let's just split it up. ”

"Wait," interrupted Stat, "that Young Master Gray doesn't know us well, and if he doesn't get it right, he'll hold us back." Let's just the two of us. ”

Kevin objected to this: "Personally, I think that Master Gray must be at the bottom, and if there is one at the bottom, we will be more relaxed." ”

The two were silent for a while, and the major just said coldly: "Have you finished discussing?"

"Let's go together!" Stadt finally compromised, thinking that acquaintances were easier to talk to. The major didn't talk nonsense anymore and waved for the two to enter the house.

The white light flashed, and the two of them had already arrived at the military exercise teleportation point. As soon as I entered here, I felt a strong atmosphere in the barracks, shouts, piles of guards patrolling back and forth, and all kinds of shouts and killings in the distance, and the sound of weapons colliding came, as if they were practicing. Kevin and Stadt were curious to look left and right.

"You two, names!" a guard stepped forward. The attitude is obviously much more dragged than usual. It is also said that in normal times, Starter is a nobleman, and Kevin is also an upper-class figure among the commoners, and the guards are more respectful when they see it. Now the two of them are just new soldiers, and their status is lower than that of the guards, so of course they won't give a good face.

The two were helpless and respectfully reported their names. The guard nodded, took out his notebook and checked it: "Go to the easternmost tent and find an instructor named Marcas." ”

"Yes. The two nodded. Immediately identified the direction, looked for the tent, and after a while, he met Master Gray who was limping on the road. When he first arrived in a strange place, everyone got to know each other and took care of him, and the two of them helped him.

I went all the way to the easternmost tent, and when I went inside, I saw that there were already four people sitting on small stools. The middle one, dressed in an officer's uniform and with the rank of lieutenant, was undoubtedly Instructor Makas. There are three recruits on the side, although the costumes are the same, but the temperament is still very strong.

One kept turning the hat in his hand, and one was chatting with the other while shaking his legs, and when he saw someone coming in, he immediately quieted down. After confirming the list of newcomers, the chief motioned for everyone to sit down.

"It's nice to meet you," the chief smiled, looking harmless, "introduce yourself, you can call me Chief Marcas." In the next three months, I will lead you through the barracks training. ”

Those who turn their hats at the bottom are still turning their hats, and those who are shaking their legs are still shaking their legs. Marcus just smiled: "Today, on the first day, I am not difficult for you. You are all major nobles and have a lot of strength. But I still have to say it in front, here everyone wears military uniforms, and there are no nobles. Only recruits and commanders, I hope everyone understands. ”

"Hmph. Someone at the bottom snorted coldly.

Marcas is still laughing: "The next three months may be hard. But I hope everyone can persevere, our military camp only needs elites! and there is no need to ......" Marcas casually snatched the hat that turned his hat, so that this one had no hat to turn.

"And there is no need for garbage. Marcus smiled and finished the second half of the sentence.

"What did you say?" the person who turned his hat was on fire, and he looked like he should be a high-ranking nobleman. Marcas's rank may have been a nodding person in front of them before, but now it is really hard to accept that he is suddenly so tough.

"You're mistaken," Marcas laughed, "I'm not targeting you, I'm referring to everyone here, it's all rubbish!"

The three people in front of them immediately stood up, looked at each other, and reached a consensus. Immediately clenched his fists, burst out with red fighting spirit, and rushed up! Young Master Gray immediately followed suit and jumped up.

Marcas's face did not change, he threw a punch and lay down. Easily dodge attacks from both sides, grab them casually, knock the two together, and fall to the side. Immediately flew up and kicked Master Gray away.

In just a moment, without the need for fighting energy, he easily put down four people, who were lying on the ground in great pain, and could barely get up. Only Kevin and the editor sat upright and listened, their backs straight, their hands on their knees, and their expressions serious.