Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The playground was quite lively.
In the main square facing the gate, a group of adults and children listened to Thewgue’s performance. He was wearing colorful robes. This guy performed a song by smilingly using flute first, and letting the melodious sound echo in the square, making people refreshed; then he cleared his throat, played the sanxian, and sang cheerful songs.
The flute and sanxian songs were unheard of; even the most knowledgeable people hadn’t heard them elsewhere. Therefore, not only ordinary civilians, but also a few scholar-like people came to listen to them. Some of them also held a wooden board and wrote the musical score with charcoal.
There was no concept of copyright in this world, but there was protection for the rights of signing the author’s name of the original author. If someone transcribed other people’s books or collected other people’s songs but erased, or even changed the name of the original writer into his own, then the original writer didn’t even have to press charges against him. The God of Literature and Art and the God of Classics would naturally cause him trouble. Even the God of Magic, who had divine power, would punish him, for the simple reason that the priesthood of the God of Magic also contained knowledge. The respect and protection of knowledge was also part of his doctrine.
As far as the issue of profiting through piracy was concerned, one was unlikely to profit through piracy in this world, where the papermaking and printing industry was underdeveloped!
Even so, Sui Xiong often received applications from scholars and poets that the authors of those songs allow them to perform these works elsewhere.
Of course, he did not object to this, but he required them to help publicize the playground no matter where they played.
This requirement was reasonable and everyone was willing to accept it. Therefore, often there were art lovers from afar who, after listening to the pirated songs, rushed to the capital of their country and then arrived at the playground through the formation transmission, just to listen to the original version of Thewgue.
Shortly afterwards, Thewgue was drunk, drinking with Josh and Fafnir on a certain day, and when he was sleeping on the bed of a prostitute, he was called by the God of Literature and Art.
The next morning, he refreshingly and valiantly stated that Mr. Thewariet von Storlovsky Franz received the reward for a melodious song for his outstanding contribution to artistic communication. He was now a high-level adventurer!
When he said this, it irked Josh, who despised this savage who couldn’t even write his name well.
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Josh did not argue with him, but that day after they finished work, he pestered Thewgue for treating others to a meal which consumed his whole month’s salary, and made Thewgue scream. However, he was totally suppressed by the clamp-like big hand of the big barbarian and couldn’t even hit back.
Although the high-level bards were powerful, Josh was a high-level savage. When a bard was caught by the barbarians, could he have a good end?
Fafnir, who transformed itself into a human’s form, was enjoying the service of the two young girls. He smiled and watched Josh punishing Thewgue. He could not help but sigh, “Thewgue, this guy is really funny!”
Sui Xiong also saw the God of Literature and Art. The two sides had a friendly exchange on their opinions on the forms, development, cultivation and protection, etc. of art, and gained a lot of consensus. Although in terms of fundamental positions, they still only appreciated rather than supported it. In the end, they had reached an agreement.
According to the agreement, for some time to come, the God of Literature and Art would arrange for her artists to come here for further studies. Her followers would come to build a high-level theater and perform a variety of cultural programs there.
In exchange, Sui Xiong would provide artists with asylum when necessary. As long as they committed no crimes that caused atrocities, no one could capture or kill any artist in the playground.
This agreement was very satisfying to the God of Literature and Art. As a God with weak holy power, she had always hated her lack of force and inability to protect the believers at crucial moments. And her church was so weak that it had no decent military force.
In comparison, the other subordinate God of the God of Magic, the God of Classics, also with weak holy power, had a stable group of church knights. Although there were not many of them, there were still some!
In contrast, although every theater, in theory, was a temple of the God of Literature and Art, she did not even have a stable church, let alone a group of church knights.
“You are quite superior as a God. How can you not even have a stable church?” asked Sui Xiong, stunned.
The delicate girl that the God of Literature and Art changed into sighed and told of her difficulties.
Most of the believers of hers were artists. Among them, most were nobles and adventurers. But adventurers had no determined residence, and often wandered around. Pampered nobles might be willing to pay, but they were unlikely to fight for the God.
In theory, she could recruit people with money; but since the rise of the God of Aristocracy, he had strictly disciplined the conduct of the nobles in supporting other churches. Under the constraints of the Church of the God of Aristocracy, many churches that were originally dependent on the support of nobles to maintain their operations were gradually disintegrating, especially the God of Literature and Art.
Her church originally relied on theaters, but most of these theaters were actually the industry of the aristocrats, and only a small number belonged to the Church of the God of Literature and Art. Under the pressure of the Church of the God of Aristocracy, those theatres whose property rights belonged to the aristocrats were rapidly transformed. Then the theaters of the Church of God of Literature and Art were also excluded and difficult to maintain. They had to be shut down one by one.
Not long ago, the last theater belonging to the Church of the God of Literature and Art finally shut down. Although it was not a heavy blow to the faith that sustained the love of art, it was like a disaster to the church.
Therefore, when Sui Xiong expressed his willingness to provide shelter for the believers of the God of Literature and Art and let them establish a theater here to maintain a stable church, she was really touched and embarrassed.
“I helped him when he was glorified… But I didn’t expect the final result to be like this…”
Sui Xiong dismissed her sigh. Speaking of embarrassment, the God of Knights was embarrassed. Could she be even more embarrassed than the human’s original patron?
But as for the entry of the Church of the God of Literature and Art into the playground, he was fully supportive. One person couldn’t gain all the money. It should be about the way one conducted oneself in society to expand the industry, which let everyone enjoy art together.
Most of the believers of the God of Literature and Art were not difficult to get along with. The arrival of those who were talented and versatile would greatly help improve the cultural atmosphere of the entire playground, and would also play a significant role in improving the image of the playground in the civilized world.
So the two Gods finally reached an agreement happily. Sui Xiong also invited the God of Literature and Art to stay and have a meal. Unfortunately, she seemed to be in a hurry and left.
But it was not so pleasant to talk with a different God.
Koladma, the God of Underground Caves and Underground Relics, was also known as the dark master of the underground, and had medium-level holy power.
This God was not a human being, but a Black Dragon from an ancient era. It lived in a dark unknown cavern, continued to grow, and eventually stepped into the realm of the Gods to kill the former God of Caves. It captured the priesthood of the underground caves and claimed that it was the master of all underground relics. It established the priesthood of underground relics during a long period of time. During the establishment of the two priesthoods, he killed many people and indirectly set off an unknown numbers of killings.
Now, he was the only known God who possessed these two priesthoods, and his prestige had long surpassed the priesthood, and was among the Gods recognized as the top power. He had a position close to the Gods of various holy systems.
This was a very amazing thing to know. There were a lot of intelligent creatures that liked to live underground. But even among the most powerful dwarven races, there were only shallow caves, underground exploration, and the God of Mining in the holy system that had some bearing with the aforementioned creatures. And they did not dare to reach into the domain of control of Koladma.
The God was straightforward did not even greet Sui. He made his intentions clear.
“Those deep dark underground caves and relics inside the caves are mine,” the dark skinned, tall man said, in a tone that suggested he took them for granted. He was the incarnation of the black dragon God. “I don’t mind if you, a latecomer, use them to profit, but you must hang my holy emblems in the caves and relics, and my followers will manage them. Of course, an offering to me is also indispensable.”
After a moment of silence, Sui Xiong asked, “Since you are the God of Caves, you must know that this underground maze and the underground city were built by me. Every piece of them was the result of my labor. If you had comments, why did you not mention them to me in the past few years?”
“How could I have an opinion?” Koladma raised his eyebrows and questioned. “I’m glad to see your actions!”
“Since you have no objection to my construction of underground maze and the underground city, why do you fight for it now?” Sui Xiong frowned and said quietly, “It’s mine!”
“The underground caves and remains belong to me,” said Koladma, still careless. “It doesn’t matter where they come from. All the underground caves and relics are mine.”
Sui Xiong took a deep breath and resisted the anger in his chest. He asked, “Even if they were built by another God?”
“Of course!” Koladma laughed. “I’m very satisfied with your act of showing my glory. I want to commend you…”
With a sneer, Sui didn’t bother to allow him to finish, and with a wave of tentacles, he made the surrounding space ripple like a wave of water. Koladma’s incarnation was like a cannonball that had been shot by a cannon, and nobody knew where he flew to.
“Where did this pervert come from?” After expelling the disgusting guy, Sui Xiong rubbed his temples with his tentacles, secretly groaning, “Famous people have many troubles! Digging a cave can even invite a rustic dog here, barking for sovereignty…”
