After dealing with the little trouble in Keane, the next few days were peaceful. There was nothing to worry about.
At least not for Sui Xiong.
Just like that, the Republic of Northwest ushered in its 20th anniversary celebration. It was also the day when the Fourth World Martial Arts Tournament would be held.
According to the rules, the Number One Martial Arts Tournament should have been held last year. However, after some discussion among the higher-ups of the Republic of Northwest, they felt that it would be a waste of manpower and resources to hold a martial arts tournament in the first year and a national day celebration in the second. So, they simply adjusted the schedule and held the two events in the same year.
This way, the timing would be more reasonable, and the personnel arrangements would be more appropriate.
The Number One Martial Arts Tournament would be held in the summer, and the National Day Ceremony would be held in the winter. These two major events would require several months of planning and arrangements, and it just so happened that this year would be over.
"In the twentieth year of the Republican Calendar, the Fourth Number One Martial Tournament was held. Although the contestants weren't as amazing as the first one, they weren't as weak as the second one either. They roughly maintained the standard of the third one. It could be predicted that, unless something happened that caused a drastic change in the group of experts below the legendary level in the main plane, the World Number One Martial Arts Tournament would generally remain at this level in the future. Perhaps we can use this tournament that's held once every ten years to sort out the changes in the group of experts in the main plane … "
A young historian sat in his study, using special magic ink to write these words on the same special magical beast leather paper.
This historian was considered an anomaly among his peers, as could be seen from the way he used chronology.
In the Main Plane, historians mainly used the method of "Great Events Chronicles" to record the years. The specific method was to use twelve years as an "era", and in each "era", the most important event would be listed in the style of prophecy epics, and the rest would be divided around this event.
For example, during the period when the Republic of Northwest was established, it could be remembered as the "Era of the Rise of the Snow Kingdom." It could then be divided into "Year One of the Rise of the Snow Kingdom" to "Year Twelve of the Rise of the Snow Kingdom."
This practice came from the era of the Ancient Elven Empire. At that time, the Elven Sages used this method to record the years. Although the Elven Empire perished, this method of dating was passed down by historians.
Although many people felt that this approach was a little silly, historians believed that it was a good way to capture the main point and was very appropriate.
After all, the difficulty of "archaeology" in this world was far lower than on Earth. If historians wanted to know the specific time of an event, they did not need to compare astronomical phenomena or various records. They only needed to use prophecy spells.
As long as the records were correct, the Prophecy Spell would be able to tell you exactly when it happened. The more accurate and detailed the records were, the clearer and more convenient the timing would be. There would be no confusion at all.
As for those special situations where the prophecy spell could not produce results, it was usually due to powerful Legendary-mages or even God-level powerhouses using earth-shattering means to cover up those things in the long river of history. If he wanted to investigate it, it would be a little suspicious. It was like if you knew that something was sensitive, but you still insisted on investigating it. In the end, you ended up in prison because of the investigation. That was also … sacrificing yourself for the truth.
For so many years, this method of dating had been used. It was not until the Republic of Northwest was established that some scholars from the Church of the God of Knowledge came up with a new way of counting the years.
They suggested that the long history should be divided into several major sections based on some major events that "opened a new chapter in history." Each section would have a specific number of years. Although the number of years would be larger, for ordinary people, it was far more friendly than the cumbersome "major events."
Year so-and-so in the Archean calendar, year so-and-so in the Elven calendar, year so-and-so in the Orc calendar, year so-and-so in the Development calendar, year so-and-so in the Republic calendar. The new method of dating divided the history of civilization into these five stages, corresponding to the era before the prosperity of the ancient civilization, the era between the rise of the Elven civilization and its decline, the era between the rise of the Orc civilization and the great development of mankind, the era between the great development of mankind and the establishment of the Republic, and the era after the establishment of the Republic.
Just like on Earth, the history of human civilization was divided into the primitive society, the slave society, the feudal society, and the modern society. It was simple and clear, allowing the reader to first have an intuitive impression and roughly determine which stage of the overall history of civilization they were reading.
This might not be necessary for historians, but it was very necessary for ordinary people.
In the past, because education was not widespread, most ordinary people did not even know how to read, let alone worry about dating or history. But the goal of the Republic of Northwest was to eliminate illiteracy and make all the people read, so the world of history had responded to the call and began to reform.
As the saying goes, the cicada feels the autumn wind before it moves. The more knowledgeable people were, the more they could feel the changes in history and feel the pulse of the great era. Thus, they could make the right choice in advance.
Of course, there was a scholar on Earth who divined that "Ayaya, a man named Liu Xiu is going to be the emperor." So, he changed his name to Liu Xiu and wanted to rebel. In the end, he died on the street. That was a person who misread the pulse of the great era. It was enough to serve as a warning to future generations.
After writing a paragraph, the young historian put down his pen and blew gently on the paper. Then, he carefully placed the paper on a cork platform that was specially used to dry it. After tidying up the pen and ink, he stretched his neck and shoulders and stood up.
Looking down from the window on the second floor, one could see that many people were busy preparing for the National Day Ceremony in the midst of autumn.
The Republic of Northwest held a National Day Ceremony every ten years. It was almost the most important celebration in the country. It was the grandest and grandest, and it was also a big event that tourists from all over the world could not miss.
During the celebration, there would be endless wonderful performances, endless good wine, and endless delicious food.
Just for that celebration, the people of the Republic of Northwest, especially Void City, needed to prepare for three to four months.
Was it worth it to spend three to four months to prepare just for a celebration?
The young historian shook his head, sighed, and laughed again.
"Well, it's worth it."
That was what he said to himself.
At this time, the magic beast skin on the wooden platform was already dry. He took out a sturdy box and pinched a small pinch of gemstone powder that was more finely ground than flour. He sprinkled it evenly on the magic beast skin and then recited a spell.
Accompanied by a mystical incantation, magical runes appeared above the magic beast skin parchment, slowly falling down and fusing 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, like alcohol and water mixed together, becoming one.
The historian, who had sweat on his forehead, stopped and ended the spell.
The originally grayish-white magical beast skin parchment had now turned pale gold, and the blackish-green words on it had a silvery-white glow.
He held the paper up carefully, took down a book from the bookshelf next to him that was made of several loose leaves, opened it, and put the paper on the last page.
This was the most important job of a historian, to record history.
For this, they needed to dedicate their whole life, swear not to seek fame and fortune, not to leave behind children, and only to pass on their ideals from generation to generation. In exchange, they had the ability to create this kind of wonderful book page that was almost indestructible.
On that shelf, there were some other books. They were the crystallization of the lifetime efforts of his teacher and his teacher's teacher, who belonged to the history scholars of their faction.
And this room was the holy land of the history scholars. It was 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 wearily.
He felt very tired and needed to go out for a walk, then eat a big meal, and have a good rest.
Walking on the street full of tourists and staff, he looked at the increasingly lively scenery and could not help but smile.
After a while, he came to the square. A minstrel, whose face had been painted into grotesque shapes, was dressed in colourful garments, playing the three-stringed harp, and singing a merry little tune.
Next to the minstrel, many tourists listened with interest. After singing a section, the bard not only did not take off his hat to ask for a tip, but also took out a lot of green jellyfish gummy candies and distributed them to the children around him.
The children ate the sweets and ran around happily, while the adults thanked them profusely and followed them.
"Today's work is good." The historian came over and said with a smile, "But it is really surprising that you would do such a thing with your status."
"What's so surprising about that?" The Chosen of the God of Culture and Culture said with a smile, "I am a bard. Isn't it natural for me to perform in the streets and bring joy to people?"
"Just like you, as the Chosen of the God of Culture and Knowledge in the field of scholars, are busy teaching and educating people all day long, or recording history."
The Chosen One of the God of Literature and Art, the great writer, singer, musician, bard known to the world by the name of "Shuwalier von Stolovsky Franz," who was also the leader of the literary and artistic circles in the Republic of Northwest, smiled as he took out his wine pot and handed it to the other party.
The Chosen of the God of Culture and Knowledge came from the Hart family, which had been worshiping the God of Scholars for hundreds of years and was favored by the Hart family. Owen Hart, who could inherit the title of Earl at any time, smiled and took the wine pot.
"To tell you the truth, I don't like hard liquor," he said, but without hesitation, he opened the lid and took a big gulp.
Thus, his face immediately turned red, as if there were flames burning on it.
"How can a man not drink hard liquor!" Hugh Gregg said with a laugh. "You are an adult, after all. Don't be so wishy-washy like when you first came here."
"Things like age mean nothing to you and me," Owen said. "Just like the strength of this wine, it means nothing to you and me. I just don't like the taste of this kind of wine. "
The Chosen had immortal bodies and were immune to many abnormal states. "Drunk" was one of them.
If necessary, the two of them could drink the strongest wine in the world like cold water. No matter how much they drank, they would at most be full and would never get drunk.
So Owen had never understood why Hugh Gregg liked to drink.
But this did not hinder the friendship between them.
"Speaking of which … you haven't participated in the big celebration, have you?" Hugh Gregg took the wine pot from Owen and wiped his face with his hand. The colorful paint immediately disappeared without a trace, and even the colorful clothes he was wearing turned into a simple robe, very similar to Owen, who was dressed like a scholar.
This was their usual attire. As for the fancy clothes, they were just the costumes he wore when he performed on the streets.
"Yes, I haven't participated before, so I am looking forward to it," Owen said. "After this celebration, I will record it in detail and make a golden scroll just for it."
"… Is that necessary? Creating an entire golden scroll is not an easy task for you right now, right? "
"But I think it is necessary. All along, historians have been too focused on the records of the 'big events', but they don't care about people's lives and all aspects of society. Or perhaps, in their eyes, the emotions of the common people are not worth mentioning at all, "Owen said seriously." This is wrong! No matter how great a person is, they are still ordinary people. No matter how important a matter is, it is accumulated and developed from little things. As a historian, I need to record the emotions that are worth the common people to remember, the causes and effects of the events that affect the world. "
"That is quite difficult." Hugh Gregg took a sip of wine and said, "I'm afraid you will spend your whole life on this."
"What's wrong with that? Find something that is worth doing for your whole life and then spend your whole life doing it well. This kind of life can't be more perfect. "
Hugh Gregg nodded. "You are right. To be able to spend one's whole life on something that is worth doing and do it well, this kind of life can be said to be perfect and enviable!"
"What about you?" Owen asked.
Hugh Gregg laughed. "I am not as serious as you, nor am I as serious as you. I just want to be a good bard, bring laughter and happiness to people, spread those wonderful ideas, interesting stories, and beautiful music, and that is enough. "
"That is also good."
"Of course, no matter what, I am still a voter. If I do not do well, wouldn't it be an insult to His Majesty's vision?"
"Haha! It is getting late, and I am a little hungry. Shall we go eat? "
"Okay, it is your treat."
"… Great writer, you are richer than me, right?"
"You are a nobleman. If noblemen do not treat, how can a commoner like me treat?"
The two walked further and further away, slowly walking into a nearby restaurant.
The square was filled with people exclaiming and laughing.
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