When the first day of the new year comes, the people of Faerûn finally usher in the Great Cold Festival.
In Baitan, before dawn, players and NPCs have been setting up the venue for the Harvest Festival.
When the first rooster crows and people open their eyes and walk out of their homes, there is a scene filled with laughter and happiness, as if even the cold in winter has been driven away.
At this moment, as the main venue of the Temple of Grace, the one-mile radius is almost entirely filled with various stalls and performance stages, and the front is surrounded by lingering players.
To be honest, there are many such grand festivals in reality, but they are usually celebrated by small families by themselves. They rarely go to the streets to go to the market like in the last century. Everyone celebrates together, so compared to the NPCs, the players seem to be the main ones in this festival.
Lord of the Harvest Festival.
At this time, Sherlock had to admire the players who hosted the Harvest Festival again. The items in this damn thing were at least twice as expensive as usual. The players were like fools, paying more readily than ever before, which made him even more confused.
He regretted not applying for a stall to sell barbecue earlier. With his skills, he was extremely profitable.
"Hey, Sherlock, can you be happy during the Chinese New Year? Come on, mutton skewers."
Looking at the 30-gold mutton skewers that Zhao Xiaodao handed over but had no attributes at all and were not delicious at all, Sherlock felt even worse.
"Wow, marshmallows. There is such a thing in the game. It only costs 100 gold per skewer. The boss will give me five skewers."
"Poof!" Sherlock finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
In addition to eating and drinking, a grand celebration is also indispensable for having fun. Many juggling and performance items from the last century have been copied by the players. Although they are not familiar with everything, they at least make it fun and watch the performances.
At this time, people will not be stingy with the reward of three melons and two dates.
Just like at this moment, in a tent where Sherlock and others were, this stall called Soul Divination had never lacked visitors. Zhao Xiaodao had to spend 3,000 gold coins to buy out all the people in line in front of him before he got the chance to enter the tent.
Chance.
As soon as he entered the tent, he opened his vision of truth and saw the attributes of the person who called himself a fortune teller. He was a level 30 warlock and a player.
This really makes him unable to complain. In the world of high magic, things like fate do exist, and some high-level NPCs can indeed capture some future events (only in the game world).
But a player obviously does not have such strength at this stage, so this fortune teller is a money liar.
"Adventurer, it is a great offense for a diviner to peek into other people's privacy right from the start." The woman in a patchwork floral skirt lowered her head and said slowly while arranging her props.
Strictly speaking, Sherlock's Truth Sight is not a spell. It will not be discovered by the recipient like the reconnaissance spells of Ranger and Divination. Unexpectedly, it was seen through by the other party at a glance.
"Sorry, I was presumptuous." He apologized politely.
Today is the Harvest Festival, and even deceptive tricks are part of the festival. If you insist on the truth and falsehood, it will be a sign.
Next, there is an unwritten rule among professional players. When there is no conflict of interest, you cannot interfere with other people's business casually, even if the business violates your code of conduct.
The woman raised her head and looked at Sherlock, and then said to this guest: "Miss Xiaodao, my name is Amber. I am a senior fortune teller in the industry and very professional. I don't know what kind of fortune telling method you like.
If you want to predict the content in what direction, here is the price list, you can take a look."
What he said was so professional that Sherlock couldn't help but poke his head over and take a look. The dazzling array of options really opened his eyes.
From copper coins and tortoise shells to astrological tarot cards, from good and bad luck to choosing a spouse and mourning, it really has everything. It looks very professional, but why does it feel so unreliable?
"Tarot cards, I've always wanted to play this." Zhao Xiaodao shouted excitedly.
Fortune teller Amber was quite experienced in dealing with little girls like this. As soon as she spread her hands, a pair of almost transparent gold and silver tarot cards appeared in her hands, and then spread them out one by one.
But it's not spread on the ground, but suspended in the air.
After Zhao Xiaodao selected three at random, Amber took off the keys hanging around his neck and clicked them one by one.
As the cards turned over, a ray of light suddenly lit up, and then Zhao Xiaodao sat on the blanket and closed his eyes.
"Oh, she's really professional. She even uses illusions." Sherlock also admired the skills of this fortune teller in his heart. No wonder she charges so much and has so many people queuing up. She still has skills.
After the illusion, there was another long paragraph of lies, which was obviously ambiguous. Things that apply to many people seemed to have a little more credibility when they were said from Hu Hu's mouth. Zhao Xiaodao nodded repeatedly and offered it willingly.
I paid a divination fee of 2,000 gold coins.
Next came the Hearthstone competition, where Faerun Encyclopedia competed on various strange projects. Halfway through the morning, the five of them had spent all the five 1,000 to 500 vouchers given by Jandara.
After sighing over and over again about the money-attracting ability of this event, Sherlock was gradually infected by the atmosphere of this celebration and enjoyed it to the fullest.
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When night fell, the five people, covered with various decorations, walked towards the door of the Temple of Grace. Next came the most important moment of the Harvest Festival.
"Xiao Dao, didn't you say you wanted to change clothes? Why are you still wearing the same style as Suni's?" Sherlock asked while licking the ice cream in his hand.
"What good-looking fashions do you expect in a small agricultural town? This one is more in line with my temperament." After Zhao Xiaodao said this, he turned around twice.
"Little aunt, can you stop being so narcissistic? It's all because you have to wait for these five ice creams. We can't make it in time for the blessing ceremony."
"Hey, nephew, why are you talking to your elders, I...ah!"
Hearing the shout, Sherlock quickly looked back. It turned out that Zhao Xiaodao had bumped into someone and smeared ice cream on the other person's pink dress.
"I'm sorry, I didn't look at the road carefully." Zhao Xiaodao said with an apologetic look.
"It's okay, I'm a little anxious too." After cleaning up, the girl in pink looked up. When she saw the girl she collided with, she showed a surprise like meeting an acquaintance: "Sister Shuni, you are here too."
Then he seemed to realize something, and immediately shook his head and said, "Sorry, I recognized the wrong person. The blessing ceremony is about to begin. I'll leave first."
