Chapter 159 (1/2)

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.

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.