Chapter 37 Preparations Before the Festival

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In the palace, the flame curtain has long since dissipated, but the king is still there like a statue quietly. "Ahem...the prince is still so young and vigorous." An old man said to the right of the king now. He was the magician who just supported the flame curtain. In this country, only people of his status and stage can be so casual. Speak next to the king.

"Oh, I owe him (her) them." The king sighed, "I'm sorry you are old." After that, he clenched his fists at the old man.

"It's not in the way, it's not in the way, the old man is too old and can't go into battle to kill the enemy. I am very happy to serve the old man for the king," said the old magician.

"Well, send the master back to the tower." The king said to the attendants on the left and right.

"Yes." An attendant walked out and helped the old magician to leave. In Faustin, every high-level magic apprentice, after serving the kingdom for a certain number of years, the kingdom will fund the magician to build a magic tower. The magic tower is the lifelong dream of every low-level magician.

After the old magician left, in the palace where the king was located, except for the servants and maids beside the king, there was only the king left. "Sophia, I can only do this step." King Faustin, who was only forty years old, a wise king who had just reached his prime, sighed haggardly like an old man. Sophia, the last queen, the king's lifelong love, is also the mother of Angelina and Kensell.

"The children are all grown up." The king recalled the scene when a large group of soldiers swarmed around the prince and pointed at the general when the prince was furious just now. He already knew that his eldest son had at least been in complete control. Lions Corps.

The Lions Corps is Faustin's trump card army, which controls the Lions Corps and almost controls the authority of Faustain's army. That woman has been running around the dignitaries and finance ministers in the capital all these years. What is it for, not her own throne, so that her son can inherit it.

What she didn't know was that, after years of war, Faustain's economy had long been smashed. Besides those with deep background, how many of those nobles were able to help her son win the throne. Now the most valuable thing in this country is A strong army in the front line, the army is Fausten's most precious and most powerful force at present. And Prince Kensel, who is now one of the power controllers of this force, his youngest son, what will he do to fight his elder brother in the future.

Even if he has an uncle who is one of the great lords of the Lycia Alliance, he must remember that it is one of them. After absorbing Charlo's territory, Faustain's national strength has greatly increased. The Kia Alliance must also bow down to Faustin!

The king believed in Prince Kensell's ability, and he also believed that Prince Kensell could govern the country well. He would try his best to remove obstacles for Prince Kensell during the years he was alive. Late at night, the king brought his attendants again. I went to the study, where I worked tirelessly on official business. This is a wise and industrious king, and Faustin's rise is not without reason.

It is the late autumn season of the year again, and the town of Mine has ushered in the annual Oktoberfest. The Oktoberfest is a grand festival passed down from the royal capital and has a history of hundreds of years. The purpose is to celebrate this year's harvest and to look forward to good luck in the coming year. Although every year is not necessarily a good year for a good harvest, this festival has always been passed down.

This year's Oktoberfest is the same as last year, weak and lazy. The mayor of Mining Town, Billy, is very confident in his management ability. The old Billy is 40 years old. He has been the mayor of his father's class since he was 25 years old. Fifteen years have passed, and the first half of his life has been as smooth as his father's, weighing up to 200 pounds. He is a veritable fat man, but in the past few years when he is about to leave office, it seems that the family's bad luck has accumulated for hundreds of years. , and now a brain vented to him.

"War! It's war again!" Old Billy is old now, and he talks a lot. He always complains about this and that. Maybe it's because he has to worry about everything in recent years. Calm. "Highgate, ask your youngest son to help in the square!" Old Billy was walking in the town, shouting to the shops whose doors were half-closed. next one. "Britz, come out soon, is the beer ready?" This is a pub, which also has functions such as accommodation and meals. Of course, it is also the only entertainment store in the town.

The tavern owner, Blitz, has a dark red beard, dark spots on the nose of the wine tank, and a big belly. I really don't know how this guy maintains this physique when the price of food is rising one after another. Old Billy slandered, you know, even the mayor of him has lost weight over the years, and now it is estimated that he has 150 pounds. "Blitz, are you all right?" Seeing that there was no movement in the tavern, old Billy shouted again in front of the shop on crutches.

"Alright, alright!" Blitz's thick voice finally came from the depths of the tavern. Slowly, a red-bearded man came out with two wine barrels. This was a big fat man who was fatter than old Billy.

"Why so slow..." Old Billy muttered twice, dissatisfied.

"Hey, of course, beer is made first. I was watching in the cellar last night and fell asleep before I knew it." Blitz scratched his head and said.

"I think you couldn't help taking two sips. You're drunk!" Old Billy chopped off his cane and scolded. "Is this ale enough for tonight's bill?"

"Enough is enough, absolutely enough!" Blitz quickly agreed, "Two barrels!" After saying that, he patted the two barrels of beer he was holding. The two barrels of beer are large barrels that are half a person high, so Blitz's physique can hold them together.

Neither breathed,

Maybe seeing the mayor's face is not very good, Blitz hurriedly said hello and went to the town center with the wine. Today's Oktoberfest is held at night, and now I have to put the beer in and make preparations.

Blitz walked away with the barrel, and old Billy stayed where he was. If it wasn't for the only pub in town now, I wouldn't order wine with you! Old Billy said angrily in his heart. This is probably the most embarrassing years he has done as the mayor. Now the young and middle-aged people in the town are going to join the army. Even since last year, the baron's recruitment age has been lowered from 14 to 13 years old, which has led to the fact that the town can support it now. In the scene, there are only a few old guys left. Now the town's economy is extremely poor, and even the food has to be imported by the Baron to satisfy it. When is this going to be a problem? Old Billy exclaimed.

Shaking his head, old Billy went to the next one, the tailor's shop. What's the point of drinking beer at the Oktoberfest? There must be two programs. Last month, the old tailor Mitt made the performance clothes. I don't know if they are good.

In Maple Leaf Village, every household also began to pack up and tidy up the housework early in the morning. Oktoberfest is just one of the insignificant festivals among the many festivals in Faustin, but in Kaidozi, it is the biggest festival before the new year. It is said that the first Baron Kaidozi was fond of drinking, so it developed vigorously this holiday.

Leah got up early to help her mother feed livestock and harvest rice. These chickens were bought some time ago. Since Locke became the captain of the squad last year, the money sent to the family has been more than before. As soon as Old Locke and Tia discussed it, they bought a few chickens from the baron's caravan. Chickens, although they are just chicks, but because they are hens, they also spend a lot of savings, and chickens also need food. The consumption of a few chickens is not much worse than that of a child. Now Maple Leaf Village has the ability Apart from the village chief's family, they also have the ability to raise livestock. I don't know how many people in the same village are envious of these chickens.

Now that the chickens have grown up, except for the one that died, the rest can contribute three or four eggs to their family every day. These hens are treasures for the whole family, and Lia spends a small and a half of every day looking after them.

Old Locke is still sleeping. He has done most of the farming work in the field in the past two years, and it's all dry land, so farming is even more difficult.

Leah carefully picked up a basket of eggs. The basket was not big, there were only about twenty eggs, but it took their family a week to save so much. Tia intends to sell this basket of eggs when they go to town at night. Their family usually doesn't go to town, but because today is the Oktoberfest, the village chief called on the whole village to go. Since they want to go, they can't go empty-handed. Tia saved her eggs for a week and planned to bring them to town for a good price.

At 10 a.m., Old Locke stretched out and got up from bed. Lia and his wife were almost ready. Old Locke and the mother and daughter said hello and went to the field again. Although it was late autumn, the field Rice potatoes are also grown. This cold-resistant and dry-resistant crop has been sold to farmers by the Baron caravan in the past two years. Although the taste of rice potatoes is very astringent and its size is small, it can be grown in today's fields and can make a living. Food is already a big blessing, no one cares about it. Old Locke must go and have a look, because winter is coming, and guinea pigs and other animals have started to reserve food like crazy. If no one takes care of his fields, it is estimated that his rice potatoes will be emptied by guinea pigs in less than two days. .

Old Locke walked on the dirt road waving a whip made of wooden vines. Although his field was not far from his home, it was also close to the mountain stream. All the way was bleak with falling leaves, and some gray-haired guinea pigs were running around in the withered grass. , These guinea pigs used to look cute, but no one likes them now. Civilians, especially peasants, have an inexplicable indignation at the robbers who snatch their own food.

Old Locke walked to his own field, and a lot of earthbags were turned up in the two acres of rice and potato fields. The roots of tuberous crops were clearly visible in the earthbags, and there were faint marks of serrated bites on them. "Damn guinea pigs!" Old Locke cursed, walking to the vicinity of the dirt bag and squatting down to level the dirt bag with his hands. Rice potatoes are extremely vigorous, and if they are covered with soil in time, they may still be alive. After doing this, Old Locke got up and slapped the ground with his whip. The guinea pigs were timid and could scare away with a small movement. Old Locke did this to drive away the guinea pigs that might still exist in the field.

If he was 10 years younger, Old Locke would never let go of these guinea pigs easily. Little Locke ate very limited meat when he was a child. Except for small things such as fish and shrimp in the river, they were guinea pigs. At that time, Old Locke gave little Locke a lot of money. early adopters.

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