Chapter 1: The Rise of Professional Poets and the Iron Cage Movement [1]

Lesson 1: The Three Days of Freedom of the Epic, the Beginning of Bazaro Vaelevich's Career as a Poet

During the great north-south chaos in the Urwan continent, there was a small remote land in the south, Bazaro was a groom's child, his status was lowly, and the nobles of the Iron Cage Dynasty took advantage of the war to raise domestic prices, ignoring the famine, so that Bazaro's father was starved to death on the streets.

Little Bazaro was lucky enough to be picked up by an old poet and survived.

"Grandpa, are you a beggar?"

"No, I'm a poet, a troubadour."

The old poet's tattered clothes made his words not very convincing, but little Bazaro still showed enough respect for the old poet, after all, he was saved by the old poet's life.

"Do you know what a poet is? Child. ”

Little Bazaro shook his head, silently nibbling on the bread in his hand, his body trembling, as if he had just been frightened, and the old poet looked at the emaciated corpse beside him—it was Little Bazarro's father.

"May the shadow bless you, child."

The old poet saluted the dead body of old Bazaro, picked up his accordion, and prepared to leave.

Little Bazaro looked at the half piece of bread in his hand in a daze, stuffed it all into his mouth three or two times, and then quickly chased after the old poet.

"Please take me!!"

The old poet paused, and looked back to see the determined expression on the face of the little bazaro.

"You want to be a poet?"

"Yes! Grandpa, take me! ”

"Do you know what a poet is?"

The old poet looked serious, took the old accordion off his back, carried it in his hand, and sat casually cross-legged beside him by the dead tree.

"The elders of the elves are praying, and the trunk of the Apvi tree is so majestic, and the sound of prayer stretches the leaves, and the sun shines, and the sound drifts over thousands of miles and slips into the poet's ear."

“……”

The old poet made the accordion make a long sound, and with a strange intonation in his mouth, as if he were singing, or speaking.

A few people who listened to the old poet's story were scattered around, standing or sitting, or glancing at it or stopping for a long time.

The story of the old poet goes far and wide, from the elven tribe's public spell seal spell to the magic tide that frees the chanting of spells from magic, and is gradually spoken of as a cultural belief to the present.

But the old poet did not have the slightest intention of stopping, and he was immersed in his own verses, and suddenly the tone of the accordion suddenly changed, from quiet and leisurely to sorrow and pain.

"Slave! Slave! The dazzling time makes people turn their backs to time! The shadow is subject to footsteps, and he knows that he must be trampled underfoot, so he is willing to give in, but we! Master of the Shadows! The key is by his side, but he can't break through this iron cage! ”

……

Little Bazaro was deeply struck by the scene in the mouth of the old poet.

Yes, the Iron Cage Dynasty of Nuoda, the Iron Cage Royal Family is nothing, their dream of making the dynasty an iron cage has been realized, but the people who were locked up have been replaced by their own people.

The aristocracy arbitrarily seized power, colluded with foreign enemies, and ruled brutally.

He remembered the way his father looked at him on his deathbed—little Bazaro preferred not to think about it—the look in his eyes toward food.

"The people are sleeping in misery, dreams are dreams, and the dreamers are still awake, but the iron cage is still locked."

The old poet sighed deeply, the eyes of the people around him were full of confusion, and of course there were a few people who looked at the old poet with a little more vigilance and vigilance, and they finally dispersed.

"All right, son, do you still want to be a poet?"

"Yes."

"Then call me teacher from today onwards, and I will teach you everything about the poet."

The old poet stood up, took out a worn-out black book from between the partitions of the accordion, and handed it to Bazaro, written in pure black, but on the title page of the book was written a small line:

"What you can't take away is what you don't want, and what you can't do is what you don't want to do."

- The Poet's Code

[Lesson 2: Shadow Religion and the Iron Cage Dynasty Turmoil]