It was getting late, and the afterglow from the west fell evenly on the border town, as if it had been painted with a layer of reddish paint.

Under the gaze of everyone, Owen held a torch and walked towards the pyre in the middle of the square.

These firewoods were drenched with grease, and as soon as the torch came slightly closer, they ignited instantly with a pop, which also brought the lively atmosphere of this Spring Festival party to its peak.

Next, more than a dozen lizardmen entered the venue neatly. They circled around the campfire and danced a simple but strange dance to the rhythm of clapping.

This is a dance planned by Lusha that can be participated by many people - bonfire dance.

Owen was watching with interest.

It is said that this is a dance that the Shensha tribe only participates in when celebrating major festivals, such as the wedding of the clan leader, and it can make everyone enjoy it.

Lusha brought over their characteristic dance just to let humans and lizard people deepen their friendship by dancing together.

While dancing in circles around the campfire, some lizardmen will break away from the group and invite the surrounding humans to join them and dance with them.

At first, only the people from the militia readily accepted it and rushed into the team to dance with the lizard men. After all, they had fought together in the winter and trusted each other.

Seeing the militiamen and the lizardmen dancing together without any grudges and making such a joyful scene, the civilians in the town gradually dropped their last guard and happily blended in.

As the number of participants increased, it became clear that one team was not enough.

Under the leadership of the lizard man, they split into two concentric circles and continued dancing around the bonfire.

The happy scene between the two parties really made Owen feel very gratified.

Lu Sha broke away from the team midway and said to Owen happily: "Lord, you see, the bonfire dance of our Shensha tribe is still very popular here."

"Indeed." Owen nodded, "Your campfire dance is very contagious."

This also deepened Owen's understanding of the lizard people.

I originally thought that lizard people were generally stronger than humans in terms of physical fitness. They lived like primitive tribes in the forest and had nothing to offer.

As a result, I didn’t expect that they also have some good art in celebrating festivals.

It's his own bias, but he can't be like the old school in the church, Owen reflected in his heart.

"Hehe, of course."

Lusha was very proud, and then invited: "Lord, how about you come over and dance with everyone?"

"Eh? Me?"

Owen was stunned. Speaking of dancing, he had learned that ballroom dancing might be used at aristocratic dances.

"The campfire dance is very simple." Lusha continued to persuade.

"Wait!"

Clive on the side couldn't help but stood up and stopped him, "Rusha, how could you let the Marquis do such a vulgar dance?!"

"What's vulgar and not vulgar?" Lusha looked over unhappily, "Then what do you think the dance should be like?"

"Real dance should be romantic and elegant!"

Clive described it confidently: "In the magnificent hall, the handsome man sends an invitation to the beautiful lady. Then under the envious eyes of everyone, they dance to beautiful music. After the dance, the men and women

The two sides are in love with each other and have a passionate love. It seems that you agree with what I said? Miss Jarvis Knight."

I saw Mapel's longing expression. When she heard someone asking her, she came to her senses a moment later.

"Ah? I, I..." Mapel faltered for a long time, "I half agree and half disagree."

Last time, Mapel ran away because of shyness, but appeared in the castle the next day as if nothing had happened.

Owen knew that as the chief knight, she wanted to do her job well and not mention what happened that day at all.

In this way, both parties returned to their previous state.

"Ah? Why do you half agree and half disagree?" Clive looked surprised.

After hearing the other party's description, Lu Sha said with disgust: "What you said is very troublesome. As long as everyone dances happily, it will be fine."

"Rusha is right."

Owen intervened at the right time and said: "Dance has no distinction between high and low. No matter what kind of dance it is, we should respect it. Let's go, Lusha."

After saying that, he walked towards the bonfire.

"Eh? Lord Marquis, you really want to go!" Clive had an incredible expression on his face.

"Of course." Owen said without turning around.

Mapel hesitated for a while and then followed.

There is nothing wrong with being a lord who enjoys himself with his people, Owen thought.

The lord actually wants to dance the bonfire dance with everyone?! This surprised and delighted the people present. They felt that Owen was too close to the people and too friendly.

Of course, Irving didn't dance for too long and quietly retired after one round.

It was almost time now, and he was going to attend a dinner party. This Spring Festival celebration was mainly prepared for civilians and lizardmen. He hoped that the two sides could continue to live in harmony in the future.

As for the closing speech of the Spring Festival Party, I can just leave it to Clive.

In the hall of the lord's castle, a farewell banquet has been prepared.

The participants were mainly the Templars, as well as Bishop Flynn and the priests who treated the wounded in the medical hospital. Almost all of them were church members.

It's not that Irving didn't allow them to attend the Spring Festival celebrations, it was just that the past practice was to invite the Templars to the farewell banquet, and it was not clear whether they were interested in private celebrations.

At the farewell banquet, Owen expressed his gratitude to those present for their contribution to resisting the undead monsters, wished the Templars a safe return, and then allowed everyone to eat and drink as they pleased.

In the middle of the banquet, Owen, Viscount Jarvis, Bishop Flynn, and Bray quietly came to the reception room, obviously having some matters to discuss in secret.

Bray was the first to speak: "My Lord Marquis, before we return tomorrow, I would like to talk to you about the weapons you used on the northern wall."

"No problem, just say it." Owen responded.

"Muskets and artillery are weapons beyond our imagination. After I go back, I will definitely inform His Majesty the Pope about this. To be honest, the appearance of these weapons allows me to see the changes in future wars. Neither knights nor magicians are

The opponent of muskets and artillery. Therefore, I hope you can reach cooperation with the Holy Theocracy of Caleb."

After a pause, Bray continued: "Finally, I would like to ask if I can buy a musket from you so that I can show it to His Majesty the Pope."

"Hey, you can also see the potential of muskets and artillery." Viscount Jarvis touched his chin.

"certainly."

Bray's experience on the battlefield is no less than that of Viscount Jarvis, so it can be seen naturally.

"No problem, I can sell you one."

Unexpectedly, Owen agreed so quickly that the other three people looked stunned.

"My Lord Marquis, I am very happy that you can agree." Bishop Flynn said, "But don't you have any conditions? For example, you don't allow us to imitate?"

"It doesn't matter. If you want to imitate it, just imitate it. The core technology is not so easy to imitate."

The core technology here refers to the formula of black powder. Without gunpowder, muskets and artillery cannot function.

Of course, the Holy Theocracy of Caleb can also research the formula of black powder on its own. This will definitely take a lot of time, and by then Owen may have replaced it with better gunpowder.

In addition, the muskets will also be updated, and Irving is not afraid of imitation by others.

"Furthermore, I know that the Holy Theocracy of Caleb is now under the power of a new faction. Your ideas are very peaceful, and racial equality is one of them. So I think there is huge room for cooperation between you and me."

"You actually..." Bray looked surprised.

Bishop Flynn was slightly surprised, but soon calmed down, probably guessing why Owen knew about this.

"New school?" Viscount Jarvis asked confused.

"that is……"

Owen explained briefly. After listening, Viscount Jarvis nodded understandingly.

"My Lord Marquis, do you agree with our philosophy?" Bishop Flynn asked.

"certainly."

Owen smiled and said: "Didn't the lizard people in Border Guard Town prove this very well? That's why I dare to say that you and I can cooperate."

"It's really great!" Bray said happily, "Mr. Marquis, you are completely different from the nobles I have met. I believe that the Caleb Holy State will be able to happily cooperate with you."
Chapter completed!