In the early morning, the town, which is not usually very lively on weekdays, suddenly became noisy. Farmers from the Baihe Plain came from all directions. They greeted each other and discussed this year's harvest. This is the harvest festival.
The eve of the first day of Thanksgiving week.
The Thanksgiving Week originally originated from the teachings of the Lord of the Dawn. At the beginning, the Lord of the Dawn took away the Yujin people who believed in him under the golden tree. He promised them good weather, food and clothing, and the only requirement was the Yujin people's gratitude.
.Legend has it that the Lord of the Dawn personally designates the first Tuesday of November each year as the Harvest Festival of that year. At this time, farmers in both the north and the south will put down their work to celebrate the generous blessings of the gods and celebrate a harvest.
The year is full of fruitful harvests. The week before the week that includes the Harvest Festival is known as "Thanksgiving Week".
As time goes by, although the Yujin people gradually withdraw from the stage of history, this tradition has been passed down through various methods.
During the Thanksgiving Week, farmers would gather with each other and happily trade the surplus specialties on hand in the most traditional way. Most of the local lords would generously help them, so this day is not practiced in Baisha Town.
Overly strict controls - most of the market areas will be open, people can set up stalls and shop at will, and during this week, their transactions will not need to pay any taxes. Although the Dragon Empire Ruha is compared to the mainland
Every empire in history is special, but the traditions of Thanksgiving Week and Harvest Festival have also been continued.
There is a saying that although the dragon people are proud of their dragon blood and they are aloof - but in many details of their lives, they have a large number of characteristics that have been assimilated by humans. Scholars believe that humans are the best at tolerating or
A special existence that infects other races and other civilizations. In fact, this is indeed the case. Many customs of the nobles of the Ruha Empire are basically the same as those of the previous human royal family.
"It's such an inappropriate choice to start on the first day of Thanksgiving week." Dulan sat leisurely by the window sill, looking at the people coming and going outside the hotel on the second floor, and couldn't help but sigh softly. Although he said it at this time
There is no disguise, but his face is covered with a thick layer of black gauze, and coupled with the [terrible turban] wrapped around his head, he looks very much like the legendary alien people living in the Far East.
"This is already the third day. Are you sure that Iron Skin guy can handle so many people?" Kate expressed her concerns with concern. They ventured into a hotel in Baisha Town and had a good rest.
Two days, and the only thing that can be foreseen between these two days is that the sleep spell that Erica used before has expired.
"Don't worry, that guy is smarter than you think." Dulan greeted, and the fire-eater jumped from the beam to Duran's arms with agility. "What do you think, Abu?"
Abu nodded in agreement, then stretched out his paws to scratch Dulan's arms with salivation, just like a coquettish domestic cat.
Duran said in surprise: "Abu, when did you learn this kind of action?"
"I learned it from the hotel owner's widow cat who calls Spring all the time." Simodo showed a certain talent for gossip and said happily: "Speaking of which, that cat is really a bit evil. I heard that there are always people seeing wild cats or
The domestic cat mingled with her, but it wasn't long before he was found dead on the street, in all kinds of bizarre ways. Later, these things spread, and people in the town regarded the cat as a bad omen.
The owner of this hotel treats her like his wife and cannot leave her for a moment."
Dulan put his hand on his forehead helplessly and sighed: "Simo, I guess your [Catching Rumors] skill has been maxed out, right?"
Simodo laughed dryly: "Sir, this is the way of survival for mercenaries."
Duran left behind the mercenary's way of survival and a widow cat that still called Spring in autumn. He carefully took out the Molten Core and handed it to Abu's hand. The latter cheered and immediately stretched out his long
He took a hard lick with his tongue, showing an extremely satisfied look.
Seeing the fire-eater being so greedy, Duran couldn't help but feel a little funny. Gluttony is not rare. What's rare is that Abu can restrain his desire every time and just lick the molten core.
Dry addiction has not been filled into the stomach.
To be honest, if this treasure did not play a vital role in Duran's future plans, he would rather give this thing to Abu.
At this moment, a loud voice suddenly came from the street: "Give way, give way!"
"The Lord is inspecting the warehouse, everyone please get out of the way!"
"Did you hear that? Move quickly! Today is the first day of Thanksgiving Week. The lord will not argue with you, but don't expect to get any benefits. If you linger, you will end up dead."
"Everyone get out of the way!"
…
At the other end of the street, the lively crowd dispersed in fear, and a group of Lord Guards members wearing leather armor yelled to clear the way for the distinguished person behind them.
Due to the distance at this time, Duran could not clearly see the person surrounded by the team members, but judging from the honorable clothing, it must be the dragon mage Andrew.
Sure enough he came out!
Dulan calmly closed the window halfway. He leaned against the window lattice and looked at Kate and Simodo seriously. Kate took a deep breath and stared at Dulan with her bright eyes: "He's here, isn't he?
? Just as in your plan? To be honest, I personally will strictly implement your plan - but at this point, I still hope you can consider your own safety. After all, if you retreat now, it does not mean that you are against
This hatred has chosen to give up. You are still very young, you can grow into a behemoth, I believe this. By then crushing a character like Andrew will be just a piece of cake for you."
Dulan was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled: "Thank you, Kate. Thank you very much."
"You are right about one thing. There will be a day when I grow up to crush Andrew - but then, my enemy will not be him." Duran threw the oak thorn high and immediately held it.
In his hand, the sharp blade refracted the sunlight through the window lattice, turning it into a frightening cold light - the latter scratched Dulan's neck. This throat-wiping action seemed to indicate Dulan's determination: "And
Now, my power cannot be underestimated. My enemy is close at hand, and what I have to do is kill him."
"So guys, I need your help." Duran said sincerely.
Kate and Simodo nodded. Now that the matter is over, Xi Wei is probably the only one in the world who can stop Duran from assassinating Andrew. They have done so much hard work for this: sneaking into White Sand Town; Duran and Chloe
Yi had a secret exchange, and the two parties made a series of arrangements regarding Andrew's death or survival; in order to lure the dragon wizard out of the fortress-like Bergen Manor, they did not hesitate to take risks and defend themselves in front of a group of people.
Under the noses of the team members, an important granary in the municipal area of Baisha Town was set on fire - at least it was a granary in name. In fact, when Dulan and others got in, they found a large number of dead bodies and some evil spirits.
There is no doubt that it is an important place for Andrew to store evil experimental items.
"He's here." Duran and Simodo both strode out of the room and took their places. Kate quickly approached the window lattice, observing the approaching team.
Dulan walked into the lobby. At this time, guests were chatting in the hotel lobby, and there were probably only a few idle men drinking.
Duran nodded with satisfaction and motioned Simodo to the deserted backyard, while he himself retreated to a dark corridor between the backyard and the front hall.
The roars of the Lord's Guardsmen got closer and closer, and Duran's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up. However, at this moment, a dark shadow suddenly fell lightly beside him.
Dulan was almost startled, but he immediately saw the shadow clearly.
"It turns out to be that female cat." Duran calmed down, thinking he was calling Madame Tussaud or Lady Windsor?
