Cthulhu Gonfalon

The playground is quite lively.

On the main square facing the main entrance, a group of adults and children listened to him around the repairs wearing colorful robes. The guy laughed and hailed a flute first, and the melodious flute echoed in the square, listening to people's hearts and minds; then he cleared his throat, played the shamisen, and sang a cheerful song.

No matter the flute's repertoire or the shamisen's songs, it is unheard of. Even the most knowledgeable people have never heard it elsewhere. So to listen to not only the average civilian, but also a few scholars. Some of them took a piece of wood and listened to it while writing and drawing on charcoal and writing down the score.

There is no concept of "copyright" in this world, but the authorship of the original author is still protected. If someone transcribes someone else's books, or collects other people's songs, but erases the original author's name or even changes to himself, then the original author is not used to sue him. The **** of literature and the **** of classics will naturally find him. Trouble, even the magical **** of powerful power, will punish him for the simple reason that the **** of magic also contains knowledge, and the respect and protection of knowledge is part of His teachings.

As for the problem of piracy and profit, can the piracy of the world's backward papermaking and printing levels be profitable? Just kidding!

Even so, Kazuo often receives applications from scholars and poets, asking authors of those songs to permit them to play these works elsewhere.

Of course, he does not object to this, but he asks that no matter where you play, you must first help promote the playground.

This requirement is very reasonable and everyone is willing to accept it. Therefore, after a distant art fan listens to the pirated song, he runs to the capital of the country and then arrives at the playground from the transmission array, just to listen to the original version of the repair.

Soon after, Shuge was drunk with Qiao Xiu and Favnier on a certain day. When he was lying on a bed of a prostitute, he was greeted by the **** of literature and art.

The next morning, he was refreshed and eager to say that Mr. Vaurière von Stolovski Franz received a long-distance song for his outstanding contribution to art communication (literary art) God's reward is now a high-level adventurer!

When he said this, he squinted his eyes and squinted at Qiao Xiu. He did not mean to put the barbarians who did not write well in their eyes.

Joe did not care about him, but he dragged him to work after he got off work that day. He ate his entire monthly salary for a meal. He was so distressed that he was yelling, but he was screamed by a big barbarian. Repression, no effort to fight back.

The high-ranking bard is great, but Qiao Xiu is a high-ranking barbarian. A bard is caught by the barbarians. What better way to end?

Fifnier, who turned into a human form, enjoyed the service of two little girls. While watching Xiao Qiao's collection of live treasures, he couldn't help but sigh: "The guy who repairs this character is really interesting!"

The same was true of the **** of literature and art, and the two sides exchanged a cordial and friendly exchange on the form of literature and art, the development of art, the cultivation and protection of artists, and achieved a lot of consensus. Although in terms of the fundamental position, it still stays at the point of "appreciation" rather than "support", but after all, an agreement has been reached.

According to the agreement, in the future, the **** of literature and art will arrange for the artists of His Majesty to come here for further study. His followers will come to build a high-level theater and perform various cultural programs in it.

In exchange, Yan Xiong will provide shelter for artists when necessary. As long as no crimes have been committed, no one can take or kill any artist in the playground.

This agreement is very satisfying to the **** of literature and art. As a **** of faint divine power, He has always hated his lack of force and cannot give the believers strength to shelter at critical moments. And his church is too weak, and even the decent church power is not.

Look at it, another **** of magic from the **** of the gods, although people are also weak power, but there is a stable church knight. Although there are not many people, there are still some!

In contrast, although in theory every theater is the hall of the literary god, he does not even have a stable church, let alone the church knight...

"You are also a very old god. How can you not even have a stable church?" Yuxiong asked wonderingly.

The delicate girl incarnation of the literary **** sighed and said his suffering.

The believers of the literary **** are mostly artists, among them aristocrats and adventurers. But the adventurers live without a fixed place, often wandering around, and the nobles who are pampered may be willing to pay, but they are unlikely to contribute to the gods.

Although in theory, you can recruit people with money. But since the rise of the aristocratic god, He has strictly controlled the aristocracy's support for other churches. Under the constraints of the aristocratic church, many churches that relied on the support of the nobility to maintain their operations were gradually disintegrating, especially the literary gods suffered the most.

His church originally relied on the existence of a theater, but most of these theaters are actually the aristocracy's industry, and only a very small number belong to the literary **** church. Under the pressure of the Church of the Aristocratic Gods, the theaters whose property rights belonged to the nobles were quickly transformed, and the theaters that belonged to the Church of the Gods of Literature and Art were also squeezed out of difficulty and 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 closed down. Although this is not a heavy blow to the faith that is maintained by the love of art, it is like a disaster for the church.

Therefore, when Yan Xiong expressed his willingness to provide shelter for the believers of the literary gods, and let them establish a theater here to maintain a stable church, the **** of literature and art is really very moved and embarrassed.

"When he sealed God, I helped him a little... I didn't expect the final result to be like this..."

The sigh of the literary god, the singer is just listening to it - to say, oh, the **** of the knight is stunned, can He be more embarrassed than the original patron saint of mankind?

But for the literary **** church to enter the playground, he at least seven or eight tentacle welcome.

Money, a person can't make ends. The cake is big, and everyone eats together, it is the way to do things for people.

Most of the believers of the literary gods are not difficult to get along with, and their versatile arrivals will greatly help to enhance the cultural atmosphere of the entire playground, and also play a significant role in improving the image of the playground in the entire civilized world.

Therefore, the two gods finally reached an agreement happily. Yuxiong also invited the **** of literature and art to stay for a meal. Unfortunately, the other party seemed to have something urgent and hurried away.

But the negotiation with another **** is not so pleasant.

Corradema, the **** of underground caves and underground remains, alias "the darkness of the underground", medium power.

This **** is not a human being, but a black dragon from the ages. It lives in a dark cave that is unknown to everyone, grows up, and finally enters the field of the gods, kills the **** of the caves of the previous generation, seizes the priesthood of "underground caves", and claims to be all underground ruins. The master has established the "underground relic" in the long years. In the process of establishing these two priesthoods, it killed and killed, and did not know how many hurricanees were set.

Now, He is the only known **** who possesses these two priesthoods, and His power has long surpassed the priesthood and is recognized as the top power among the gods. It has a status close to the gods of various gods.

This is a very amazing thing. To know that there are many people who like to live in the underground. Even among the most powerful dwarves, there are only "shallow caves, underground exploration and mining gods" in the gods. They have just hit a side ball and have not dared to reach out to Coradema's sphere of influence.

This **** is also refreshing, not even chilling, directly to clear his own intentions.

"Those deep underground caves, as well as the remains in the caves, belong to me." The black-skinned tall man, the incarnation of the Black Dragon God, said in a natural tone, "I don't mind if you are a late generation." Use them to make a profit, but you must hang my holy emblem in caves and ruins, and my followers will manage them. Of course, the offerings to me are also indispensable."

Yuxiong was silent for a while and asked: "Since you are the **** of the cave, you must know that this underground labyrinth was hand-cut. The underground city inside the labyrinth was built by me. One brick and one tile are mine. Labor results. If you have opinions, why not come to me in the past few years?"

“How can I have an opinion?” Coradema raised an eyebrow and asked questioningly. “I am very happy to see your actions!”

"Since you have no opinion on the way I dig underground maze and build a dungeon, why do you jump out now to compete for it?" Yan Xiong frowned and said, "It is mine!"

"The underground caves and ruins belong to me." Corradema said with carelessness, "No matter how they come, it doesn't matter. All the underground caves and ruins are mine."

Yan Xiong took a deep breath and held back the anger in his chest and asked: "Even if it was built by another god, it was the same?"

"Of course!" Corad Maha laughed. "I am very satisfied with your behavior that shows my glory. I want to recognize you..."

Xiongxiong sneered, and he was too lazy to listen to him. With a wave of tentacles, the surrounding space was like a wave of water. The avatar of Koradema was like a cannonball that was shot from inside the cannon, and it was shot and flew out. I don't know where to fly.

"Where is a neuropathy..." The suspected guy flew off, and Xiongxiong squinted at the temple with his tentacles, secretly screaming. "It’s really a lot of people! Digging a hole can lead to a land called a declaration of sovereignty. dog……"