Arthur went to the oversized male * official tower to take a look, but the tower door was closed, but Arthur was not easy to break in, but he always felt that there was a strange smell inside. Boom feels the same way. The two lewd men looked at each other and smiled. But since Honla came to the human world, he has been very depressed, and there are probably no females here who can arouse his hope!

Finally, I walked into the Sorrowful Theater, where Miss Eve usually presides over some cultural activities. Compared to the other strange buildings in the city and the silly castle of Elle, the Grand Theatre of Sorrows is arguably the most beautiful building in the City of the Arts. Even Arthur, who is illiterate, can feel the artistic atmosphere inside. This kind of aura is not felt from those naked men.

The performance hall of the Grand Theatre of Sorrows is closed on weekdays, and only the peripheral art exhibition hall is open all year round, where the classics of the past masters are displayed. But of course, it's all fakes. The real thing is in the treasure trove of the dragon in Able.

Stained glass, painting galleries, sculpture huts, etc., all show Arthur the great culture accumulated in this world over thousands of years, which is only stronger than the earth. Because in this world, each race has its own culture, and there are huge differences in it, but each has its own unique characteristics. This is something that only humans can match.

Asking a guard in ancient armor, Arthur learns where Miss Eve is. The guards were wearing the standard armor of the unification period of mankind, which is also part of the cultural atmosphere of this art gallery. The guard reminded Arthur that only those who were invited could go in and meet Miss Eve.

Sure enough, there was a small room at the end of the corridor, and it was crowded with people, most of them young people, probably artistic youths, all of whom were scratching their ears and cheeks in a hurry. However, there are two swordsmen with good strength guarding the door, and they have no choice but to wait for Miss Eve to come out and see each other.

Arthur, of course, the new contender, was not welcomed by this group, but the roar behind him still separated them by a path. The guards at the door looked iron-faced and selfless, and the group of young people also waited to see how this arrogant guy hit the wall.

But when Arthur showed the pass that Able had opened, the two swordsmen immediately opened the closed door for him. Arthur went straight inside with Honla. There was only one sentence written on that pass: this man can go anywhere he wants, including the Purgatory Abyss, if he goes!

Probably only the dragon city lord Abel would make such a joke on such a document, but fortunately, one city lord's seal indicates the authenticity of this pass.

The layout inside reminded Arthur of a university classroom, the same stepped classroom. The people inside seemed to be discussing something lively, and were very unhappy that the strange intruder interrupted their discussion, and they all looked at Arthur with questioning eyes. However, it was the boom that worked, and the fangs exposed at the corners of his mouth made this group of artists with thin arms and retreat dare not speak disrespectfully.

Eve, who was obviously surrounded by everyone, was not surprised to see Arthur, she knew that this man was coming here recently, but she was obviously not very happy about his interruption, and it was rude to bring that filthy and rude orc to her seminar.

Arthur walked towards Eve as if no one was around. At this time, the group of people became angry, and not only did they not apologize but were so rude, but under the gaze of Evebeauty, probably a man was a man, and he refused to give Arthur his place. And Honla clearly lacks respect for the weak, and does not think that their art is anything useful knowledge. Stretching out his long arm and flicking it casually, he immediately fell down.

So Arthur walked up to Eve unhindered by the angry gaze of the crowd, and Eve's face was already pale, and she stood there coldly, not ready to say anything polite to the impudent intruder. And Arthur took Eve's hanging hand and put it to his mouth and wiped it casually, which was considered a salute. But probably any etiquette scholar would be furious with his kiss.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Eve, where am I sleeping tonight, Abel asked me to come to you!" Arthur asked himself where he slept at the first thing he met, which caused a wave of anger in the small room, but it immediately dissipated in the red gaze of Boom.

"I'm glad to see you, too" Eve gritted her teeth and said, "Please wait a minute, I'll arrange it for you after it's over! Now please let go of my hand!" Although Eve is annoyed, there is nothing she can do, she knows Arthur's identity, compared to her as an artist, there is the real mainstream world, where everything is influenced, everything is controlled, including her world. And she also watched Arthur's ring fight, and she was shocked by this man's ruthlessness, which was not only cruel to others, but also to himself.

It is better not to provoke such a man, this is Eve's judgment in her heart.

Arthur, who seemed to have suddenly reacted, hurriedly put down Eve's jade hand. Touching his head, he was embarrassed and said, "Oh, I'm sorry to disturb you!" but Arthur's face probably didn't have half an expression of embarrassment.

He sat down in a corner and sat down directly at the table, the moans of the table under his ass echoed throughout the room.

This group of people inevitably cast disgusted glances again, most of the people here are students of the Royal Academy of Art, and most of the people who can be invited by Eve are the children of nobles and are well versed in etiquette. What they know well, others don't know, these people inevitably have a sense of contempt and disgust, but at the same time a little proud.

But they won't know, Arthur whispered a question to the next Honla: "How much time will it take you to kill these people!"

Bang stretched out a slap, and then quickly curled his fingers back one by one. What he meant was: When I bend all the fingers of this hand, there will be no one living in this room except us.

Honla pointed out the door again, this time with two slaps. Then he made a gesture symbolizing two, clapped his palms again, and spread his hands. Arthur understood what he meant: if you add the people outside the house, it would take three slaps, because the two guards were troublesome and had no weapons of their own.

Finally, he smiled and swiped his hand on his throat, meaning: Do you want me to try.

Arthur made a "please" gesture and ignored this bloody and savage guy, but I don't know who started the topic.

Booma just smiled, of course he was joking, although he really wanted to try, but Arthur would definitely stop it, for this seemingly weak human around him, he was not only grateful, but also a little admired, compared to himself, he was the real warrior! And then he knew that Arthur was actually a spellcaster, and he was simply revered in his heart. It's just that the more straightforward people are, the less they like to express their thoughts!

Arthur sat here and listened for a while and almost fell asleep, and from time to time a series of names popped out of the mouths of this group of people, and his face was full of reverence and hidden pride, what genre, what thought. All of them gave Arthur, an art blind man, a headache.

In the meantime, a treacherous (Arthur's opinion) lewd man (or Arthur's opinion) pointed the finger at Arthur's side, asking Arthur to talk about his views on court music during the Simon Kingdom. Then he waited with a group of treacherous lewd men for Arthur to make a fool of himself, Arthur glanced at them contemptuously, and said to Boom beside him, "Boom, tell me what you think of music!"

Because Honla, who was already impatient, listened to Arthur's words, he immediately became excited, raised his head, and sang an orc war song in the beast language. A roar resounded throughout the room, singing to the point of excitement, and the big hands slammed against the tabletop. Even the people outside the house were amazed at what was going on inside the house. The people in the house covered their ears, unable to stand the noise, and shouted to stop. But their little voice could only be regarded as a mosquito cry in the roaring war song.

The only person here who can appreciate his singing is probably Arthur. Although he didn't quite understand what Honla was singing, the passionate feeling was indeed perfectly transmitted to his heart. With the sound of banging and slapping, it has a rock and roll feel. Compared to the chirping of that group of lewd men, I don't know how many times better.

By the time Honla had finished singing, and the people in the hut were staggering, Arthur patted Honla's shoulder appreciatively and said, "It's wonderful." After venting, he coughed twice and said "reservedly": "I ate too much at noon today, and I am not in a good state! Oops, this table is so brittle!" It turned out that the table under Honla's hand had been reduced to pieces.

Arthur waved his hand: "I'll pay!"

Not to mention these two ****** mutual appreciation. No one in the room dared to make Arthur say anything about it. Arthur was idle for a moment, but he was in pain.

Perhaps because of the beauty effect, the group quickly ignored the effects of the war song and threw themselves into a new discussion, beginning to discuss poetry, and from time to time someone jumped out to read a great poem of their own composition.

Then a group of well-fed and well-fed guys began the poetry competition, and the core words were: pain, decadence, loneliness, despair, these pessimistic things, accompanied by gorgeous rhetoric. Of course, the praise of great love, and the praise of Eve, whether plain or metaphorical, are also indispensable. Eve always expressed her joy and anxiety about this love in a reserved manner.

"May I ask you guys what a fart!" Arthur politely used a word of invitation, which was obviously a question but finally became an undoubted affirmation. He couldn't stand it anymore, because there was a guy who actually shed touching tears when he read it.

If it was Arthur in his previous life, he could only endure it at this time, even if he wanted to go out, he had to consider the eyes of others. But now he can stand up and express his thoughts very casually. It all depends on his own strength and the power behind him.

The words rang out in the room, and everyone froze for a moment, then became angry.

"What qualifications do you have!" "Hillbilly!" "Idiot!"

At this time, Eve also stood up and said angrily to Arthur: "If your Excellency has any better opinion of poetry, you may as well say it, such a disrespectful remark does not seem to be in line with your identity." Of course, if you still have to answer for you with the orc next to you, then you don't have to, please get out of here immediately!"

The group immediately followed Eve's words and asked Arthur to make an explanation. Eve secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and finally didn't say anything more ugly, if Arthur wanted to teach this group of people, she couldn't stop it at all, so she could only force Arthur to leave. As for what Arthur could think of poetry, she didn't even think about it. Although it proves that Romeo and Juliet was not written by Gilla, Eve is 100% sure that it is shameless plagiarism.

But at this moment, a voice overwhelmed all doubts, and Arthur chanted in a loud voice:

"Until the heroes grow up in the cradle of iron,

A brave heart is like ever,

Go and visit the Almighty God.

Before that, I often felt,

Rather than being alone, it is better to sleep peacefully.

Why wait so hard, silent, dazed.

In this age of poverty, what is a poet?

But you say that the poet is the holy priest of Dionysus

In the holy night, he traveled all over the earth. ”

Qing Yue's voice resounded, and the people in the room went from disdain to amazement, but it did not affect Arthur's emotional investment in the slightest. It was as if the heroes, who had waited alone in the dark, strode from that distant era to the throne of the gods and ask the doubts in their hearts.

It's just that in such an era, why do heroes walk through the whole world in the dark, see, seek, and most want to conquer only themselves.

"Miss Eve, I think I'll be waiting outside the door. If I had to ask what I think of poetry, poetry is something that gives freedom and silence back to humanity, not a rhetorical grind and a disease-free moan. Arthur bowed lightly and walked out the door with Honla.

The air in the room seemed to freeze, and everyone felt that it was difficult to breathe. They are ashamed of themselves, and in front of the master's hand-me-down classics, their poems are as small as ants to the gods. No words can argue with it, and some people blushed and wished that the poems they had just read did not come from their own mouths. Especially those two sentences of honed rhetoric, moaning without illness is like two slaps in the face.

Almost everyone felt a little bit of excitement than the blow of the war song, even Eve, and their discussion was like a joke compared to Arthur's poem. No wonder that man was so disdainful, in front of real art, these people were indeed screaming, originally she thought that a few of them were not bad, but at this moment it seemed that it was simply not worth mentioning, in the words of that man, it was to hone rhetoric, moaning without illness. Is freedom and silence back to mankind? Is that really the book from his hand?"

Some of them didn't come to discuss art in the first place, and they wanted to regroup and continue the discussion, but few of them responded. In the end, Eve ended the discussion early.

And Arthur, the initiator, was holding on to the wall and laughing wildly.

When he came out of the mood of the poem, he looked at the stunned people around him, and then walked out of the door solemnly, and walked away in the surprised eyes of everyone outside the door, the corners of his mouth began to twitch, until he came to a corner where no one was and began to laugh wildly with his stomach covered.

But the impact of this unhappy discussion on de Grasse's artistic development was enormous, and two great poets of the same era emerged from that group. The others forgot about the unhappiness of the day after returning home, only they were greatly touched, and chose to give up rhetoric and moaning, and gave up the life of fine clothes and food, and traveled all over the continent as the most ordinary bards. In order to return freedom and silence to human beings, he created in the midst of hardship, and countless famous stories have been handed down. Although they later had a lot of disagreements, and even turned against each other. But there is one thing they recognize, and the impact of that person's words on them is enormous.

And all this is just a prank joke from Arthur, which can't help but make people sigh, no one can say clearly about fate.

When Eve came over, Eve had returned to a serious appearance, but with an "evil" smile on the face of Honla beside him.

"Alright, Mr. Arthur, you have succeeded. I succeeded in disrupting the art symposium I organized. Now come with me!, and I'll arrange a good place for you to stay!" said Eve, grimacing. Although he was amazed by Arthur's talent, he was still a little angry at his troubles.

Arthur made a gentlemanly appearance and grabbed Eve's hand again, wanting to give another kiss to thank him. But this time Eve quickly pulled her hand back. Arthur said without embarrassment: "Then thank you, but you are so polite, you don't even want my thank you kiss!"

Eve grimaced with a cold face and didn't want to talk to the unruly guy in front of her. Take them out of the huge Grand Theater of Sorrows.

As he was leaving, Arthur patted the shoulder next to him and said, "I heard that only the best artists can perform here, and your singing is so good that you might have a chance to perform here!"

Booma smiled and touched his head, Eve hooked the corners of his mouth disdainfully, and Arthur looked serious. It's just that none of the three of them expected it at this time! One day in the future, Honla will really return here and capture this historic city with an army of 100,000 orcs.

Eve took Arthur and Honla to the door of the most luxurious hotel in the city, the most luxurious room, and pointed to the luxurious decorations inside and said to Arthur, "What do you think of this place?"

Arthur poked his head into observation and said, "So-so, barely okay!"

Eve's face became colder, and she brought them to the stable of the inn, where she covered her nose with a fishy smell, and smiled, "Then you will stay here from now on!

But Arthur laughed, threw himself down in the haystack and said, "Great, there are still a few horses to talk about here!"

Eve was stunned for a moment and then sneered and said, "Since you like it, then you can live here in the future!" Eve walked away after speaking, and Honla walked over and fell into the haystack and said, "I really don't understand you, I don't want a clean room, but come to sleep in the stable!"

Arthur pillowed his hands, held a long straw in his mouth, and said nonchalantly, "Go to sleep if you like!"

Hona also followed Arthur's example and pillowed his arms, and said with a smile: "I still prefer haystacks to the City Lord's Mansion, but guess when our dinner will come, I'm hungry." ”

But no one answered, because Arthur had closed his eyes and was asleep.

At dinnertime, the waiter pushed the dining cart to Arthur and Honla's room, and in the dim light, the two pushed aside the delicate silver cutlery and began to eat in their hands. Let everyone who passes by the stables stunned and then thoughtful.

When a bottle of wine is opened, the two of them do not use glasses, and they drink one by one until they are full. Arthur, who had slept for too long and was not sleepy, leaned on the edge of the manger boredly and chatted with an old red horse.

"What kind of man is your master?" asked Arthur.

"It's heavy, it hurts my back, and he likes to stab me with spurs!" said the old red horse with a snort.

"That's enough, how about I help you escape!" Arthur couldn't help but sympathize.

"Thank you for your kindness, but forget it. I'd rather face him than a beast. Lao Ma's tone was still indifferent, and he didn't seem to yearn for freedom.

Arthur was about to express his regret when a small white horse next to him suddenly interjected.

"You coward, we ought to raise our heads and gallop across the endless wilderness, and bow our heads to eat fresh grass, instead of tying up here to eat hay, for you used to be a wild horse!

"It's because I was a wild horse that I don't want to run away. You stupid little donkey who grew up in the stables won't understand. There is no peace in the wilderness, and there is at least a quiet time here, and once I was chased by a pack of wolves and my lungs were about to run and blow up. As for the tender grass, it is fortunate to find a grass root in winter, and it is better to eat hay than to starve to death. The old horse's tone was still faint.

"You donkey, tamed by man, have forgotten the taste of freedom! Do you think I will be frightened by your words? I will not give in!" said the little white horse angrily.

"You still don't understand. It is not the human whip that tames me, but myself, and this life is my own choice, and I call it freedom. If you're as determined as you say, why don't you try to run away on your own, and ask for help from another human?"

The horse bowed his head and fell silent. By this time Arthur had taken refuge on the other side of the stable, and from beginning to end, the other horses in the stable were just grazing quietly.

As night fell, there was a sudden commotion in the stable, and Arthur opened his eyes, and the little white horse was shaking its head wildly. The other horses looked at their companions in amazement, wondering what had gone mad. The old horse neighed softly, and the stable fell silent, except for the pony to struggle silently. The horse pillar was pierced deeply, and the blood quickly flowed down.

Arthur smiled, closed his eyes again, and by the next day, the little white horse was gone, and all that was left was a blood-soaked halter.

Freedom, perhaps, is just a feeling.

Later, when naked running became common in the capital of art, eating a big meal in the stable became the latest performance art, and people were happy to chat with the horse after eating, but no one knew whether the horse listened or not, and no one cared, whether the horse listened or not. All they want is a feeling.

Exegesis:

There is another name for the City of Art, which is the City of Freedom, where people are happy to express their freedom, such as free streaking, free insults to the city lord (note: never in person), free to discuss politics and sexuality, free to do whatever they want. Everyone here feels like a free man.