According to the city defense regulations of the Ruman Empire, no trees thicker than an wrist are allowed to exist within a radius of twenty miles of an important city.
This is to prevent enemies from attacking, so that local materials can be used to make rush vehicles, ladders and other engineering equipment.
However, this thousand-year empire has been at peace for a long time, and the city of Trier is located in the hinterland and has never been affected by war. This rule has never been properly implemented.
Every spring, the funds for routine inspections have long been lost in a pile of old accounts and have disappeared.
Once, when the senator mentioned this kind of thing in the city hall, the current city defense officer, Mr. Rakar, the grandfather of the current city defense officer, Mr. Rakar, was stunned.
Uncle Lakar even said, "Is this an article in the city's code of conduct? Shouldn't we pay more attention to urban greening?" and other words, and fiercely bombarded the elder with extremely angry words to show that he was a city guard.
Love nature and the great and beautiful sentiments of Blue Star.
What's incredible is that this eloquent speech won five minutes of warm applause from all the attendees.
This is actually not surprising. Although the brains of these senators and elders sitting in the city hall are not much smarter than pigs, their brains are still quite effective as long as their own money is involved.
They knew very well that once the regulations were strictly implemented, even if everyone wanted to light a fire, cook a meal, or make a small bench to sit on, they would have to buy wood from twenty miles away.
At that time, inflation was not as severe as usual. Everyone's wallets would be greatly reduced.
Therefore, there are more and more trees around the city, and both sides of the avenue are also lined with lush green trees.
At noon that day, under the shade of a tree not far from the city gate, a young man dressed as a wandering poet was lying lazily under the tree, but his bright eyes were always staring at the guards at the city gate.
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Although the flow of people in and out of the city gate at this time is not as much as in the morning, this is a traffic artery after all, and there is still a surging flow of people and bustling people.
The guards at the city gate had been standing against the sun for most of the day. They were already exhausted. However, under the supervision of the officers nearby, they still did not dare to relax. They checked the people entering the city one by one without relaxing.
And as soon as they saw a young and beautiful girl, they immediately rushed forward ferociously. Then they took a piece of paper and compared it carefully.
Through the open city gate, you can also see inside the city gate. There is a table at the door of the shop facing the street. Several young people in white robes are sitting around a senior priest, patting the horse wildly.
Shit, while still paying close attention to the pedestrians on the road.
This made Uncle Lorraine sigh. How did these gangsters train their brains to be able to do two things at once? It seems that the competition in the priest industry is also fierce enough.
Seeing this situation, he couldn't help frowning and thinking hard. What should he do if the defense was so tight? Could it be that Vera really showed up and brought them all over? But I heard that in the city,
There are also magicians sitting there, closely monitoring the sky.
If such anomalies really happened, they would send people to investigate and eventually expose their whereabouts.
While he was thinking wildly in his mind, he didn't notice that an officer standing not far away saw him staying here and didn't leave. He became suspicious in his heart and strode over.
The officer had been exposed to the scorching sun for most of the day, and the evil fire in his heart was boiling. He walked up to him and said sternly: "Stand up~! I have been watching you for most of the day, and you have been sneaking around. You don't look like a good person."
Say~! What do you do? Hiding here and peeking at us, what is your purpose?"
Lorraine was shocked, but on the surface he remained calm and stood up from the ground with a look of reluctance. He first patted the dust on his butt, and a puff of gray smoke suddenly rose up, choking the officer and making him cough.
When pedestrians entering and exiting the city gate saw the excitement here, adhering to the inherent bad nature of human beings, they gathered around one after another.
Lorraine saw that the crowd had almost gathered. Then he said slowly: "I am a bard, and I am lying here to find inspiration."
The officer was stunned, looked him up and down, and said, "Poet? Inspiration? Would a poet lie on the side of the street looking for inspiration?"
Lorraine smiled faintly and said: "Have you never heard of the saying, 'Art comes from life and is higher than life'? Inspiration can only be discovered in life. Hidden in the elegant space of your own home
You won't find it in the study, just like squatting on a pit of hair."
A low exclamation suddenly came from the crowd.
The sound was like the first cry of an oriole, delicate and sweet, and indescribably beautiful. It made the hearts of everyone present jump at the same time. But before everyone could turn around to look for it, it had already disappeared.
The officer was also stunned for a moment. He came to his senses and said aggressively: "You said you are a bard? Where is your instrument? Why didn't I see it?"
Lorraine raised the six-stringed harp in her hand and said, "Do you think this is my instrument?"
When the officer saw the gourd-like musical instrument, he couldn't help but wonder: "That weird thing of yours is a musical instrument? Okay, let's call it a musical instrument. If everything is fine, sing a song for me. If you can't sing it,
, Be careful, sir, I will arrest you as a thief and let you, a thief-headed guy, spend half a month in jail."
Lorraine smiled faintly, hugged the six-stringed harp in his arms, then cleared his throat and said to everyone: "Everyone, I am new to your place and have no money. I am here to present a song for you. If you think it is good,
Just give me two coins. If you feel bad about it, just give me a few more coins~"
The officer laughed out of anger and said, "You are a weird person. Why do you have to reward you two more if you are not good?"
Lorraine smiled bitterly and said: "There is no way, art is always lonely, and artists are always lonely. The less they cater to the public, the less money they can make. But people like this who hold on to art,
Shouldn’t everyone be more supportive?”
Someone next to me shouted loudly: "Why are you talking so much nonsense? Sing a song quickly and let everyone listen. No matter whether it sounds good or not, I will give you two rewards. After all, it is not easy for everyone. If you can support it, please support it."
Seeing this, Lorraine hurriedly bowed deeply and said, "Thank you very much."
He held the six-stringed lute in his arms and lightly traced a string with his fingernail.
Hearing the beautiful music, everyone was shocked and fell silent.
Lorraine secretly laughed in his heart. He had worked very hard to pick up girls with this six-string instrument. Although he later gave up halfway due to some reasons. But it was not a problem to play it and deceive these laymen who had never played before.
When the prelude ended, he cleared his throat, took a deep breath, and sang loudly: "Ouli oil, chop, Takomi..."
As soon as he sang this, he immediately attracted a burst of enthusiastic applause from everyone.
"go……"
"Go down, go down quickly~!"
"What, the music is good. That person's voice is really bad~!"
"Go quickly, go quickly, otherwise you will be serving rotten eggs and rotten carrots."
"..."
Lorraine immediately stopped, holding the six-stringed harp, glaring at everyone, and said: "Who are you? If you don't understand, don't talk. How can you understand such an elegant art like mine?"
Everyone ignored him and scattered in all directions.
Lorraine was furious and yelled: "Asshole, you didn't even give me any money~! What a bunch of scum~!"
He kept shaking his fist and yelling at everyone's back.
Seeing that the officer was still standing beside him, he couldn't help but smile and said: "Hero, do you think you are..."
The officer couldn't help but shudder when he saw him like this.
He hurriedly changed the subject and said: "You can't participate in this year's Summer Feast like this. You can join an opera troupe and accompany others, and you can still have something to eat. If you're lucky,
Maybe you can even get holiday bonuses or something."
After saying that, he turned around and left quickly as if something was chasing him behind his back.
Seeing this, Lorraine spat heavily on the ground and cursed: "What a lousy place this is, it has no human touch at all~!"
With that said, he picked up his six-stringed harp and walked along the avenue.
He didn't care, or to be precise, it was because the person following him was very skilled. Even if he cared, he didn't notice that someone was quietly following him.