On the third day after winter, the entire Eastern Continent would celebrate a festival that symbolized the beginning of a new year — the Festival of Sowing.
Even in the Nameless Town, in the past two days, the task of carrying bricks had changed from building the town to decorating the town with all kinds of messy but festive decorations.
Since the decorations were provided by Xi Wei who had nothing to do in the Divine Kingdom, there were many things unique to Earth.
For example, there were red paper lanterns that were fire-resistant and wind-resistant, dragon boats that were as long as chopsticks that could sail on their own in the water, red wool socks that were bigger than a human, pumpkin lanterns that cackled, two-legged kicks that spiraled the players into the air when ignited, and translucent spirits that flew everywhere as if draped in a bedsheet.
Among them, the most popular was the red artistic paper cut that looked especially good even though no one knew what it meant.
"Can you tell your grandfather that we won't be joining the festivities?"
"I can't. We agreed yesterday that everyone has to show their faces."
"But I'm so tired from work that all I want is a good night's sleep."
"Please cheer up." Vela smiled helplessly. "You're our liege after all."
At her words, Angora, who had a big red word pasted on his forehead, reluctantly changed into his outdoor cloak. "What do you think of my clothes?"
"Very … hmm, spirited." Vela smiled.
"It's fine even if you lie and say you're handsome."
Angora looked even more discouraged.
"You've always been the most handsome in my eyes." The girl's expression did not change at all.
"You only know how to brush me off …"
Angora mumbled as he left the room.
"I've never brushed you off before." The girl mumbled softly with an almost undetectable voice before catching up to him, keeping half a step behind his every step.
"Aren't you going to walk beside me? It's not convenient to talk behind me. "Angora asked curiously.
"Don't mind it. That's how the women at the border are."
"Is that so? Since you said so … "
He felt that something was not right, but he did not care about such a trivial matter. So, he walked out of the living room and went to the balcony on the second floor of the liege's residence. The balcony was facing the largest square in the town. Banquets were usually held around this square.
At this moment, many players had already gathered in the plaza.
They were either dancing while wearing fish or dolphin heads, or discussing game guides (Marni: What!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!) There's a Boss in the lightning? Why haven't I seen it before?!) Some of them were waving flags and cheering for their dragon boats in the fountain. There were also some naughty children who were holding pumpkin heads that they had torn off from who knew where, laughing and laughing as they chased after the ghosts of the sheets that were flying everywhere.
In short, just a casual glance was enough to make one feel that the entire square was filled with a festive atmosphere.
"Greetings, believers of the God of Games, my subjects! I am Angora Faust, the liege of this town. "
The words above Angora's forehead glinted under the sun. There was a look of awe and pride on his face as he spoke to the Players who had stopped chatting and dancing. "We've gone through a lot this winter, adventures that we probably wouldn't have encountered in our entire lives if we followed our usual pace of life! But be proud of your performance, gentlemen. You have overcome every obstacle and perfectly fulfilled the expectations that the God of Games has given us! Everyone here is a hero, so … "
With that, Vela handed Angora a glass of wine from the back.
The players in the square below also took their own drinks from the buffet stalls (the stalls were equipped with shops) and raised their glasses high in the air as Angora did.
"For the God of Games!"
"For the God of Games!"
"Cheers!"
"Cheers!"
The players burst into cheers at the same time, and the atmosphere at the scene immediately reached its peak.
"I hereby declare that the Festival of Seeding has officially begun!" Angora smashed the glass in his hand onto the ground and yelled, "O Game, grant us new life!"
"Oh!"
Compared to the town's jubilation, the Festival of Seeding in Lancaster was not as peaceful.
"What? Swamp Fishmen are abnormally proliferating? "Count Corinth, the mayor of Lancaster frowned as he read the parchment his henchman had handed him.
"That's right. Scholars believe that the winter is over, and something unusual happened in the Seira Marshes near Lancaster, causing the number of swamp fishmen to suddenly increase."
The henchman answered respectfully.
Although the death of Baron Nigelania, who had been parachuted here from the imperial capital had left Mayor Corinth in a rather passive position, it also served as a warning to the other nobles in the city, forcing the nobles who had other ideas or even approached Baron Nigelania to give up, afraid that the mayor, who still had some influence, would purge them.
"If I remember correctly, there are swamp fishmen living in the sewers of Lancaster, right?" Corinth stroked his beard in thought.
"That's right, but it's been a long time since there were any rumors of swamp fishmen touching the sewers in the city after the covers were reinforced." The noble didn't know what the mayor was thinking, and simply told him what he knew.
"What about the attitude of the churches?" Corinth asked.
"Hmmm … they said that they would do their best to cooperate with us." Corinth answered hesitantly, knowing that the mayor wasn't satisfied with that answer.
As expected, Corinth smirked coldly. "Not mentioning any substantial help, and only saying that they would do their best to cooperate? That's the style of those bastards. Forget it, have the city watch get ready. Even if we can't go to the Seira Marshes, defending Lancaster is no problem. "
With that, Corinth asked, "By the way, what about Marni Wilf? Did he agree to come? "
"Well … we didn't actually meet Wilf himself." The retainer appeared embarrassed, but braced himself and said, "He doesn't seem to be in Lancaster, and we only met some of his friends … those people seemed a little … ugh, a little deranged, and were saying things like 'Marni is dead again' … it might be some time before we could contact him."
"I see. I understand. You're dismissed."
Corinth frowned deeply after the henchman left. "Even the spies couldn't find that fellow, and even the astrologers told the same thing: 'He's not in this world' … it seems that Wilf is more mysterious than I thought, to be able to hide his existence to such an extent."
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The Seeding Festival
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