The third day after the end of the frost and fog season is the default festival in the entire Eastern Continent, and it is also the 'Sowing Festival' that represents the beginning of the new year.
Even in an unnamed town, the task of moving bricks in these two days has changed from building the town to decorating the town with all kinds of messy but festive-looking decorations.
Since the decorations were all provided by Xi Wei, who had nothing to do in heaven, he could see many things with earth characteristics.
For example, big red paper lanterns with windproof and fireproof properties, dragon boats that are about as long as chopsticks and can sail automatically in the water, red wool socks that are bigger than people, pumpkin lanterns that can make rattling laughter, and light them up. Afterwards, Er Tijiao, who will take the player to spiral up into the sky, is a translucent ghost flying around like a bed sheet.
The most popular among them is the red art paper-cut which is very beautiful although I don't know what it means.
"Can you tell your grandfather that we won't go to the celebration?"
"No, it was agreed yesterday that everyone should show their faces."
"But the work is too tiring, I just want to sleep in."
"Please cheer up," Vera said with a helpless smile, "You are our lord."
When she said this, Angra, who had a big red letter on her forehead for some reason, reluctantly changed into the cloak she used for going out: "How about my suit?"
"Very...well, energetic." Vera said with a smile.
"It doesn't matter if you lie to me and say you're handsome."
Angela looked even more discouraged.
"You have always been the most handsome in my eyes." The girl said without any change in expression.
"It will perfunctory me..."
Angela muttered and walked out of the room.
"I've never been perfunctory to you." The girl whispered softly in an unrecognizable voice, and then followed Angra's footsteps, walking about half a step behind him.
"Aren't you going to walk side by side with me? It's not convenient to talk if you're walking behind me." Angra asked strangely.
"Please don't worry about it, women on the border are like this."
"Really? Since you said that..."
Angela always felt that something was wrong, but such a trivial matter was nothing to be concerned about, so he walked out of the living room and came to the balcony on the second floor of the Lord's Mansion, which is facing the largest square in the town. It is centered on this square.
At this time, many players have gathered in the square.
They are either wearing fish heads and dolphin heads to show off their dancing skills, or they are talking about game strategies (Magne: What! Is there a boss in Thunderbolt? Why have I never seen it?! ), or they were cheering for the dragon boats they supported in the fountain pool, and some bear children were holding pumpkin heads that they didn’t know where to remove, and they were chasing the sheet ghosts flying around.
In short, just looking at it casually, I feel that the whole square reveals a festive feeling.
"The believers of the God of Games, my subjects, hello everyone! I am the lord of the town, Angrafate."
The words on Angra's forehead shone in the sun, and with a look of emotion and pride on his face, he said to the players who had stopped talking and dancing: "We have experienced a lot this frost and fog season. According to the pace of life in the past, it is probably an adventure that you will never encounter in your life! But gentlemen, be proud of your performance. You have overcome all difficulties and successfully fulfilled the expectations given to us by the God of Games! Everyone present is a hero, so…”
Having said that, Vera in the back handed Angela a glass of wine.
And the players in the square below each took a variety of wine or drinks from the self-service booths on the side of the square (with store advertisements on the booths), and imitated Angela's appearance and held them up high.
"For the God of Games!"
"For the God of Games!" ""
"cheers!"
""cheers! ""
The players burst into cheers in unison, bringing the atmosphere of the scene to its climax.
"I declare that the Sowing Festival celebration has officially begun!" Angra smashed the cup in her hand to the ground, and then shouted: "Game, give us a new life!"
""Oh! ""
Compared with the jubilation of the small town, the Planting Festival in Lancaster was not so peaceful.
"What? The swamp murlocs proliferated?" Lancaster's lord, Earl Collinf, frowned and looked at the parchment handed over by his retainers.
"That's right. Scholars believe that the frost and mist season has passed, and something abnormal happened in the Xingluo Swamp, which is relatively close to Lancaster, which caused the number of murlocs in the swamp to skyrocket."
The retainer replied respectfully.
The tragic death of Baron Nigrania, who was parachuted from the imperial capital, in the north of the city, although the city lord Colinfu was in a relatively passive situation, but on the other hand, it was like killing chickens to warn monkeys, beating other nobles in the city, Those nobles who originally had some other thoughts and even took the initiative to approach the Baron Nigrania had to stop their efforts, for fear that Colin Fu, the city lord who still had his power, would clean himself up.
"I remember that there are swamp murlocs living in the sewers of Lancaster, right?" Colinfe stroked his beard and pondered.
"That's right, but recently after the covers of the sewer entrances were reinforced, there have been no rumors of swamp murlocs touching the city for a long time." The noble didn't know what the city lord was thinking, but just said what he knew come out.
"What about the attitude of those big churches?" Collinf asked further.
"Um... they said they would try their best to cooperate with our actions." The other party replied with some hesitation, knowing that this answer would not satisfy the city lord.
Sure enough, Kaolinfu showed a sneer on his face: "Never mention any real help, just say to cooperate with you? It's really the style of those bastards. Forget it, let the city guards get ready, although there is no way to go to Xingluo Swamp, but defending Lancaster is still no problem."
After finishing speaking, Colin Fu asked again: "By the way, where is the Mane Wilf that I asked you to find before? Did he agree to come?"
"Well... Actually, we didn't see that Wilf himself." The retainer looked a little embarrassed, but he still bite the bullet and said: "He doesn't seem to be in Lancaster, we only met some of his friends... those The person looks a little...well, crazy, what he said didn't match the beginning, and he said something like 'Magne is dead again'... I'm afraid it will take a while before I can contact the other person."
"Well, I understand, you go down first."
After Ling's retainers left, Colinfu frowned deeply: "The spies couldn't find that guy, and even the results of several astrologers' divinations were the same 'not in this world'... Being shielded to such an extent, it seems that Wilf is more mysterious than I imagined."