The Unnamed Town was decorated with lanterns and streamers, and not even the falling snow could cool the people's enthusiasm for the banquet.
In the little square beside the Lifestone, the veteran Players had carefully stacked a pile of firewood and ignited it with fireball spells. Blazing bonfires illuminated every corner of the square, and the townsfolk began their own celebration.
It had been a small gathering of a few Players to celebrate the end of the event, but when Angora learned about it, he simply organized a grand event that everyone in the town could enjoy, intending to improve the Players' cohesion and sense of belonging to the town.
Ever since he learned that the Lancaster Hideout had become a jurisdiction designated by the God of Games, he couldn't help feeling a sense of danger.
Well, with the town's current conditions, it was certainly an exaggeration to use 'grand' to describe the event.
Even so, such a banquet that took the form of a bonfire party would leave a deep impression on most people who had never experienced a celebration before.
Zonyan had never felt that his days were better. He was nothing more than a refugee a week ago, and nobody would accept him as a helper in a shop due to his lowly birth. Although he was alone and had no family to burden him, he had always been hungry due to his large appetite, living a precarious life.
After becoming a believer of the God of Games and coming to the Unnamed Town, their difficult life changed dramatically. As long as they were willing to risk a little to clear out the wandering skeletons in the Valley of the Tragic Dead, they would earn game coins and have a good meal at the town's little restaurant.
While there were veteran Players who complained that the menu was too simple and plain, for the refugees, being able to fill their stomachs was already the greatest happiness.
Zonyan knew about the banquet. He had heard from an old man named Vanke Noregui that it was an event only nobles would attend, an event for the upper class.
Still, he didn't expect that everyone could participate in the banquet hosted by his liege.
Zonyan wasn't interested in the colorful banners hanging along the streets since pretty things wouldn't fill him up, but he was very interested in the barbecue racks set up throughout the festival.
The residents of the town were in charge of the barbecue grills. Some of them had skewers of meat that were sizzling with oil, while others had skewers of fresh and tasty vegetables. The most popular one was the one that had a whole pheasant on it. The originally expensive spices were stuffed into the stomach of the pheasant as if they didn't cost anything. The roasted pheasant not only had crispy skin and juicy meat, but it also had a strong aroma of spices that whetted one's appetite!
The atmosphere of the banquet gradually heated up with the appearance of the veteran players, and everyone fell into a frenzy.
Veteran players who used to be mercenaries surrounded the bonfire, singing folk songs and dancing vulgarly.
From Zonyan's perspective, the veteran players who had just been roasted by the skewers were sticking out his tongue from the fire. Instead of calling it a banquet dance, it was more like a war dance back home where they prayed for everything to go smoothly before a hunt.
Still, it must be said that the simple dance was very down to earth and easy to learn. Some of the bolder refugee Players had already walked up and mimicked the veteran players, twisting their limbs and twirling in circles with them.
Most of the veteran players weren't interested in dancing, and instead gathered around the barbecue racks in groups of two or three, telling stories of their exciting adventures.
They talked about how they fought a colossal Berserk Armored Crocodile, how they escaped unscathed from a Rat Horde that could instantly devour a person to the bone, and even how they fought against three thousand swamp fishmen alone …
The refugees, who had just become players not long ago, fell for this. They listened to their stories with infatuation, imagining themselves becoming as strong as them, participating in the next event, and embarking on the same thrilling adventure.
Zonyan, who used to be a hunter felt that the veteran players were bragging, but he had no proof. So, he could only eat his skewers and listen to the music while thinking about whether he should get someone to challenge the 4% exploration rate of the Valley of the Tragic Dead after the banquet was over.
"Why don't you join them and dance?"
A voice suddenly asked.
Zonyan turned to find that it was an unfamiliar man who had spoken.
If it wasn't for the white 'Xi Wei' over his head, Zonyan would have suspected that he was a spy who had snuck in.
"I'm not good at socializing." After confirming that the man wasn't hostile, Zonyan took a big bite of his skewer and asked while chewing on the juicy meat. "What do you want? I don't think I've seen you before. "
"I'm a believer of the God of Games from the outside world." The man smiled kindly. "I was friends with Eleena and the others, and I'm here to visit them."
"Then I'll take you to them."
Having finished his skewer, Zonyan threw the skewer into a trash can by the roadside and wiped his mouth, even whispering to Xi Wei, "This place is great, but some rules are too strict. Trash can't be thrown around, you have to go to the toilet when you need to take a dump, and you can't do it anywhere, or you'll be fined …"
"But the town looks cleaner and tidier this way, and life would be more comfortable, wouldn't it?"
"Now that you mention it, the days here are indeed much better than the outside world." Zonyan chuckled, scratching his fur that was much more luxuriant than a normal person's and giggled like a silly husky.
Hence, the two chatted as they made their way through the noisy crowd.
There was no lack of familiar-looking people amongst the crowd.
For example, Angora, the Lord of the Unnamed Town was chatting with Marni not far away from the bonfire.
"Thank you, Mister Wilf, for bringing so many resources. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to hold a celebration of this scale with the town's reserves."
"It's fine. I'm a merchant in the end, and I wouldn't do anything that would make me lose money."
"What do you mean? Ah, you don't have to say it if it's not convenient … "
"It's fine, my lord. Do you remember the 'shop' we built a few days ago?"
"Oh, that. The things inside are really good, but they're not too expensive. It's just that there's a limit to how many people can buy each day, which is a little troublesome. "
Angora had built the shop after obtaining the blueprints of the shop from Edward. In fact, it was a System Shop that Xi Wei provided to the Players, selling items such as HP potions, mana potions, teleport scrolls, identification scrolls and the like. Players could even unlock higher-level potions and items once they accumulated enough reputation points.
However, Xi Wei's divine energy was limited, and he couldn't supply those items to the Players without limit, which was why he had set a limit.
"I've used game coins to buy extra potions from the Players and sell them to Rions in Lancaster. Then, I'll buy resources and transport them to the town."
"… I see."
"I'm telling you about this because I intend to establish a normal business relationship with you. The town would definitely need more resources in the future, and don't you think it's better to have a stable supplier? "
"Mister Wilf, you're really good at making money …"
Angora, on the other hand, had never thought of leaving Marni aside and having Vela go to Lancaster to start the potion business.
After all, Marni had been a traveling merchant for half his life, and would definitely have his own channels to dump those potions without drawing attention. That was probably why he was so honest about it.
"Of course. Most people earn copper and Rions, while the Players earn game coins. As for me … "Marni extended his palm and clenched it into a fist as Angora watched." I want it all! "
Angora: "…"
Nearby, Zonyan was sweating profusely.
"Why do I feel like we're listening to some dirty deal …"
"It's fine. They wouldn't mind anyone eavesdropping if they're talking about it in public." Xi Wei consoled.
He paused, before adding, "Probably."
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