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After solving the minor troubles in Keen Territory, the following days were peaceful and there was nothing worth worrying about.

At least not for Sui Xiong.

In this peaceful and stable way, the Northwest Republic also ushered in the 20th anniversary celebration, and by the way, it was also the day when the fourth World No. 1 Martial Arts Competition was held.

Originally, according to the rules, the World No. 1 Martial Arts Competition should have been held last year. But the senior officials of the Northwest Republic discussed it and felt that holding the martial arts competition in the first year and the National Day celebration in the second year was a bit of a waste of manpower and material resources, so they simply adjusted it and put the two activities in the same year.

In this way, the time is more reasonable and the personnel arrangement is more appropriate.

The World No. 1 Martial Arts Competition is in the summer, and the National Day celebration is in the winter. Both major events require several months of planning and arrangement, and this year just passed.

"In the 20th year of the Republic Calendar, the fourth World's No. 1 Martial Arts Competition was held. Although the contestants were not as amazing as the first, they were not as dwindling as the second, and roughly maintained the level of the third. It can be predicted that unless something happens that causes a drastic change in the group of masters below the legendary level in the main plane, the future World's No. 1 Martial Arts Competition will roughly maintain this level. Perhaps we can use this competition held every ten years to sort out the changes in the group of masters in the main plane..."

A young historian sat in the study and wrote such words on the same special monster leather paper with special magic ink.

This historian is also an outlier among his peers, and you can tell by the way he uses to record the years.

In the main plane, historians mainly use the "chronology of major events" to record the years. The specific method is to use twelve years as a "chronology". Each "chronology" lists the most important major event in the style of prophetic epics, and the rest is distinguished around this major event.

For example, the period when the Northwest Republic was established can be recorded as the "Snow Country Rise Chronicle", and then specifically divided into "Snow Country Rise Chronicle Year 1" to "Snow Country Rise Chronicle Year 12".

This practice comes from the ancient Elf Empire, when the sages of the Elf used this method to record the years. Although the Elf Empire later perished, this method of recording years was passed down by historians.

Although many people think that this practice is a bit stupid, historians think that this practice grasps the key points well and is very appropriate.

After all, in this world, the difficulty of "archaeology" is far less than that on Earth. If historians want to know the specific time when something happened, they don't need to work hard to compare astronomical phenomena or various records, just use prophecy spells.

As long as the record of the event is correct, the prophecy spell can accurately tell you the time when the event occurred. The more accurate and detailed the record is, the clearer and more convenient the time positioning will be, and there will be no confusion at all.

As for those special cases where the prophecy spell cannot get results, they are generally covered up in the long river of history by powerful legendary wizards or even gods. If you want to study it, it is really a bit like asking for death - it's like you know something is very sensitive, but you insist on investigating it, and finally you get yourself into prison, that's also... dedicating yourself to the truth.

For so many years, this method of dating has been used. Until the establishment of the Northwest Republic, some scholars from the Church of the God of Knowledge proposed a new method of dating.

They suggested that the long history be divided into several large sections based on some major events in history that "opened a new chapter in history", and each section should be specifically divided into a certain number of years. Although the numbers will be relatively large, it is much friendlier to ordinary people than the cumbersome "chronology of major events".

The ancient calendar is in the year of so-and-so, the elf calendar is in the year of so-and-so, the orc calendar is in the year of so-and-so, the pioneer calendar is in the year of so-and-so, and the republic calendar is in the year of so-and-so. The new dating method divides the history of civilization into these five stages, corresponding to the era before the prosperity of ancient civilization, the era between the rise and decline of elf civilization, the era between the rise of orc civilization and the great human development, the era between the great human development and the establishment of the republic, and the era after the establishment of the republic.

This is just like the division of human civilization history into primitive society, slave society, feudal society and modern society on Earth. It is simple and clear, which can give readers an intuitive impression and roughly determine which stage of the history they are seeing is in the total history of civilization.

This may not be necessary for historians, but it is very necessary for ordinary people.

In the past, because education was not popular, most ordinary people did not even know the characters, let alone worry about chronology or historical issues. But the goal of the Northwest Republic is to eliminate illiteracy and universal reading, so the historical community has responded to the call and started innovation.

As the saying goes, the cicada is aware of the autumn wind before it moves. The more knowledgeable people are, the more they can feel the changes in history and the pulse of the great era, so as to make the right choice in advance.

... Of course, like a great scholar on Earth who predicted that "Ah, a man named Liu Xiu will be the emperor", so he changed his name to Liu Xiu and wanted to rebel, but ended up falling on the street, that is to take the wrong pulse of the great era, which is enough to warn future generations.

After finishing a record, the young historian put down his pen, blew gently on the paper a few times, then carefully placed the paper on a cork platform specially used for drying, tidied up the pen and ink, stretched his neck and shoulders, and stood up.

Looking down from the second-floor window, you can see that in the autumn scenery, many people are busy preparing for the National Day celebration.

The Northwest Republic holds a National Day celebration every ten years. It is almost the most important celebration in this country, the most grand and grand, and it is also a big event that tourists from all over the world cannot miss.

At the celebration, there will be endless wonderful performances, endless wine, and endless delicacies.

Just for that celebration, the people of the Northwest Republic, especially the Void City, need to prepare for three to four months.

Spending three or four months to prepare, just for a celebration, is it worth it?

The young historian shook his head, sighed, and laughed again.

"Well, it's worth it."

He said so to himself.

At this time, the monster leather paper on the wooden platform had dried up. He took out a sturdy box, pinched out a handful of gem powder that was ground finer than flour, sprinkled it evenly on the monster leather paper, and then chanted a spell.

Along with the wonderful spell, the magic runes appeared above the piece of Warcraft leather paper, slowly fell down, and merged with it.

At first, the two sides were clearly separated, and there was a feeling that oil and water could not mix. But as the magic continued, this feeling gradually weakened, and finally the two sides finally merged perfectly, just like mixing alcohol and water, seamlessly integrated, indistinguishable from each other.

The historian, who already had sweat on his forehead, stopped and ended the spell.

The originally gray-white Warcraft leather paper had now turned light gold, and the originally black and green handwriting on it was now silver-white.

He held the paper up with great care, took down a book with several loose-leaf pages from the bookshelf next to him, unpacked it, and put the paper on the last page.

This is the most important job of historians, recording history.

For this, they need to devote their entire lives, vowing not to seek fame and fortune, not to leave offspring, but to pass on their ideals from generation to generation. In return, they have the ability to create this kind of wonderful page that is almost indestructible.

On the shelf, there were some other books. They were the crystallization of the life-long efforts of his teacher, and his teacher's teacher, and the historians of their faction.

And this room was the holy place of the historians, their temple, their altar, and the place where they prayed and fought.

The young historian finished his work for the day, put away all his tools, and walked out of the room tiredly.

He felt very tired and needed to go out to relax, then have a big meal and have a good rest.

Walking on the street full of tourists and staff, he looked at the increasingly lively scene and couldn't help laughing.

After a while, he came to the square. A bard who painted his face with oil paint in a weird shape and was indescribably funny was wearing colorful clothes, playing the three-stringed harp, and singing a happy tune.

Next to the bard, many tourists listened with interest. After singing a section, the bard not only did not take off his hat to ask for money, but instead conjured up a lot of green jellyfish gummies from nowhere and distributed them to the children around him.

The children ate candy and ran around happily, while the adults thanked him and followed him.

"Your work was good today." The historian came over and said with a smile, "But it's surprising that you would do such a thing with your status."

"What's so surprising about this?" The Chosen One of the Gods of Literature and Art smiled and said, "I am a bard. When I have nothing to do, I go to the streets to perform and bring joy to people. Isn't it natural?"

"Just like you, as the Chosen One of the Gods of Knowledge and Culture in the field of 'scholars', are busy teaching and educating people all day long, or recording history."

The Chosen One of the Gods of Literature and Art, known to the world as "Schuvalier von Stolovsky Franz", is a great writer, opera singer, musician, and bard. By the way, he is also the leader of the literary and artistic circles of the Northwest Republic. He smiled and took out the wine pot and handed it to the other party.

The Chosen One of the Gods of Knowledge and Culture comes from the Hart family, which has been respecting and favoring the God of Scholars for hundreds of years. Owen Hart, who can inherit the title of Earl at any time, smiled and took the wine pot.

"To be honest, I don't like strong liquor." He said, but he opened the lid without hesitation, tilted his neck and took a big sip.

His face immediately turned red, as if there was a flame burning.

"How can a man not drink strong liquor!" Hugh laughed and said, "You are an adult at least, don't be as nagging as when you first came here."

"Age is meaningless to you and me." Owen said, "Just like the strength of this wine, it actually doesn't mean anything to you and me. I just don't like the taste of this wine."

The elect has an immortal body and is immune to many abnormal states, "drunkenness" is one of them.

If necessary, both of them can drink the strongest wine in the world as cold water. Even if they drink more, at most they will be full, and they will never get drunk.

So Owen never understood why Hugh likes to drink?

But this does not hinder their friendship.

"Come to think of it... you haven't participated in the grand celebration yet, right?" Shuger took the wine jug from Owen, raised his hand and wiped it on his face. The colorful paint disappeared without a trace, and the colorful clothes on his body turned into a simple robe, which was very similar to Owen who was dressed as a scholar next to him.

This is their normal attire. As for the fancy attire, it is just his costume when performing on the street.

"Yeah, I've never participated, so I'm looking forward to it," Owen said. "After this celebration, I will record it in detail and prepare a golden scroll specifically for this."

"...As for that? Creating an entire golden scroll is not an easy task for you now."

"But I think it is necessary. Historical scholars have always paid too much attention to the records of those 'big events', but they have not taken it seriously when it comes to people's lives and all aspects of society. Or in their view, the happiness of civilians Anger, sorrow, and joy are completely unworthy of mention," Owen said seriously, "This is wrong! No matter how great a person is, he comes from ordinary people, and no matter how important it is, he comes from little things. Accumulated and developed. As a historian, I want to record the joys, sorrows and joys that ordinary people should remember, and also record the causes and consequences of major events that affect the world."

"This is quite difficult." Xiuge himself took a sip of wine and said, "I'm afraid you will spend your whole life on this matter."

"What's wrong with that? Find something worth doing for your whole life, and then spend your whole life doing it well. Such a life couldn't be more perfect."

Xiuge nodded: "That's right. Being able to spend your whole life on something worth doing and doing it well. Such a life can be said to be perfect and enviable!"

"What about you?" Owen asked.

Shuge smiled: "I'm not as serious as you, and I'm not as serious as you. I just want to be my bard, bring laughter and happiness to people, and spread those wonderful ideas, interesting stories, and beautiful music." , that’s enough.”

"That's good too."

"Of course, I am a voter after all. If I don't do well, wouldn't it be an insult to His Majesty's eyes?"

"Haha! It's getting late, and I'm a little hungry. Let's go have a meal?"

"Okay, your treat."

"...Great writer, you are richer than me."

"You are a noble. If the nobles don't treat you, is it okay for me, a commoner, to treat you?"

The two of them drifted away and slowly walked into a nearby restaurant.

The square was full of people marveling and laughing.