The Great West Street on the West Side was always a place for children to play and have fun.
As for learning, it was probably a difficult thing to do in a much poorer place like the West Side.
Even the children of wealthy families studied mostly the Spiritual Scriptures or some other things.
The writing in Aden is somewhat peculiar, like an alphabetic script but not quite, more accurately, a combination of pictographs and alphabetic script.
Houses stand side by side in rows in the western city, reflected in the wooden doors and the mud and stone walls behind them.
There were many vendors with stalls selling all kinds of things, such as snacks, or women's cosmetics like rouge, or linen, and so on.
As Joseph wandered the streets every day, teasing children was one of his few pleasures.
"Little Char, did you steal your father's money to buy candy again?"
Joseph saw a familiar child and went up to say hello.
Little Char was a little boy with a chubby face, remembering that he should be six years old.
His face was always dirty, perhaps because he ate candy and then often fell and glued it to his face.
His father's surname was Char, and he was naturally called Little Char.
"You care!" Little Char turned around and saw that it was Jose, the dreadful adult, who made a face and ran away with the candy bar he had just bought.
Joseph laughed and didn't say anything.
He remembered that he needed to buy some Farb, otherwise the Hagen tavern was about to run out of alcohol.
But it wasn't long before little Char suddenly came running back, with a little girl about his height, who had a much cleaner face than he did, wearing a floral dress and a light red hairpin.
"Hey!" Little Char shouted with a bad attitude.
"Are you calling me?" "Little Char."
"That's you!" Little Char said loudly, afraid that no one else could hear him, "You buy me a candy bar."
"Why should I buy you a candy bar?" Joseph stroked his head and couldn't help but feel a little bit of discomfort.
Children are really strange.
I'll tell you a secret if you buy it for me.
Little Char suddenly lowered his voice and said
"A secret? I don't want to know." In partiality to his wish, in fact, there is no secret in the world that can be hidden from Joseph.
"You lie!" Little Char was a little anxious."This is a secret that the adults want to know!"
He had promised Anjie that he would buy her a candy bar as well, and if he didn't do it, Anjie would never play with him again, and he wouldn't dare go back and steal the money-if he was found out, he might get a swollen bottom.
"Okay, okay, then you tell me." Joseph spent a small Odin coin on five candy bars, all of which he gave to little Char.
Maybe a little smaller Odin coin should be minted, Joseph thought.
"I knew it!" Little Char was happy again, giving all four candy bars to Anjie and biting one into his mouth.
"You squat down!" Little Char pulled Joseph down hard and leaned over to whisper in his ear.
"Kaiser's bar...s coming to us in Fico!"
"Bard?"
"I heard it from my father, who works as a maher (horseman) for the big boss of the Yiton cloth merchants."
"So what if the minstrel comes?"
"Idiot!" Little Char looked disgusted and said, "It's Kaiser's bard, not Odin's." If Kaiser's bar is coming, that means the Kaiser people will be here soon too."
"Maybe there's going to be a war!"
Little Char had a serious look on his face.
"You little brat knows quite a lot," Joseph stroked his head.
hat's her name? "
Joseph pointed to Anjie and asked.
"Her name is Anjie! It's my neighbor."
"Then if the war is fought, you must protect her."
"Of course I'll protect her; you don't have to tell me!" With a confident look on his face, he had achieved his goal, so he took Anjie's hand and ran away again.
He is probably ready to go and show off his newly acquired candy bar to his buddies.
....
Joseph looked up at the sky and saw a white cloud drifting slowly by.
He sighed, clearly wanting to run the Hagen tavern peacefully and comfortably for decades.
When "Jose's" identity died, he should change his identity, perhaps to "Jose's" son identity, to continue to inherit the tavern.
Maybe go back to work on the farm.
But apparently it is not possible to carry out now, the arrival of the bard, basically anticipating a war.
The bard profession is not sure when it emerged, probably in the last few hundred years, initially from the country of Amon, and only later spread to the entire grassland.
Nowadays, there are not a few outside bards who have left the grasslands to go out.
Wars have always been particularly frequent on the grasslands, especially for the Amon Kingdom.
In the faith culture of the Amon Kingdom, wars are all subject to the consent of the God of Heaven, but, of course, their God of Heaven is not Joseph, but a conceived imaginary creation.
Amon is following the path of imitating Odin, which is probably the equivalent of the divine right of royalty, and must have a god as a tool to consolidate rule.
The Amonian religion of the gods developed over many years and was gradually refined, adding many rules.
For example, war requires the consent of the sky gods.
Who then went to communicate with the sky gods?
So the bards appeared, claiming that they could communicate with the gods with their poems.
At first, they were probably also money scammers, but the king of Amon didn't care.
He just wanted to fix the sect and start the war as soon as possible.
So this tradition has continued.
In the war of Amon, the bard needed to compose a poem as a tool to communicate with the gods.
Of course, there are a few bards with real material, more people have memorized a few poems, and a little change can be used.
For example, "Great God of Heaven! I praise you.
Please allow us to fight Kaiser to the death! Defend your authority! "
With a slight modification, "Great God of Heaven! I praise you.
Allow us to fight Odin to the death! Defend Your authority! "
This would be equally good.
Later, the bard would not only communicate with the gods in his own country but would also go to the enemy country where the war was about to take place and recite poems, thus earning two fortunes.
The bard, as such a profession, basically served as a war herald.
It's probably the equivalent of a declaration of war ambassador category.
Nowadays, bards are used not only in Amon but also in Kaiser and Odin.
When there is no war, they will travel around the territory, reciting poetry for money, and when there is war, they will go to the enemy country to recite poetry.
Usually the enemy country would give a lot-and who would refuse someone who comes to reveal military information?
...
Joseph thought a bard might be a good career.
Of course he just thought about it, and soon the trailer hauled several hundred pounds of Farb back to the tavern.