Heimarian Odyssey Chapter 37: Preparation before the holiday

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

"Oh, I owe him (her)." The king sighed, "Excuse me, you are getting old." After that, he clasped his fist 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 to battle to kill the enemy, and I am very happy to be able to serve the king." The old magician said.

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

"Yes." A servant walked out and helped the old magician to leave. In Faustin, every senior 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, at this great palace where the king was located, at this time, apart from the servants and maids around the king, only the king was left. "Sophia, I can only do this." King Faustin, a wise king who was just forty years old, was just like an old man, with a haggard face and a sigh. Sophia, the last queen, the king's lifelong beloved, is also the mother of Angelina and Kensell.

"The children are all grown up." The king recalled that when the prince was furious, a large group of soldiers swarmed around the prince, and he knew that his eldest son was at least completely Take control of the Lions Legion.

The Lion Legion is Faustin’s trump card regiment. Controlling the Lion Legion almost also controls Faustin’s power. That woman has been running around the royal capital and the minister of finance all these years. Why is it not her own throne so that her son can inherit.

What she doesn’t know is that Faustin’s economy has long been smashed in the years of war. In addition to those who have a solid foundation, how many nobles are able to help her son win the throne. Now this country is the most The most valuable is the powerful army of hundreds of battles on the front line. The army is Faustin's most precious and powerful force. And Prince Kensell, now one of the strength controllers of this power, his youngest son, what will he fight with his elder brother in the future.

Even if he has an uncle who is one of the great lords of the niche alliance, remember that it is one. Faustine, who has greatly increased his national power after absorbing the territory of Charlotte, is not only the great lord. Even the entire niche alliance must bow to Faustin!

The king believes in the abilities of Prince Kensell, and he also believes that Prince Kensell can manage this country well. He will try his best to remove obstacles for Prince Kensell during the years he is still alive. The attendant went to the study again and worked tirelessly on official duties here. This is a wise and diligent king, Faustin's rise is not without reason.

It's the late autumn of the year again. Mine Town welcomes the annual Oktoberfest. The Oktoberfest is a grand festival passed down in the capital city and has a history of hundreds of years. The purpose is to celebrate this year's harvest and look forward to good luck in the coming year. Although every year is not necessarily a good year of harvest, this festival has been circulating.

This year’s Oktoberfest is the same as last year. It is weak and lazy. The elder Billy of Mine Town is very confident in his management ability. Old Billy is 40 years old. He has taken over his father’s Pandan Town from the age of 25. Fifteen years have passed since the first half of his life. His first half of his life was as smooth as his father. He weighed up to 200 jin. He was a veritable fat man, but in the past few years he was about to leave office, it seemed that his family’s misfortune had accumulated a lot. It has been the same for a hundred years, but now he has a cathartic vent to him.

"War! It's war again!" Old Billy is now older and talks a lot, always complaining about this, complaining about that. It may be that the old Billy has to worry about everything in recent years. He has no old people of his age. Deserving composure. "Highgate, ask your youngest son to go to the square to help!" Old Billy walked in the town and shouted to the shop that was half-hidden. After a sound of consent came from inside, Old Billy stepped forward. Next. "Britz, come out soon, is the beer ready?" This is a tavern, which also serves functions such as lodging and eating. Of course, this is currently the only store with entertainment in the town.

The tavern owner Britz has a dark red beard, black spots on the nose of the wine trough, and a big belly. I really don't know how this guy maintains this physique when the price of food continues to rise. Old Billy sneered, you know, even the mayor of him has lost weight madly in recent years. Now it is estimated that he can have 150 kilograms, thank God. "Brietz, are you okay?" Seeing there was no movement in the tavern, old Billy shouted again with a cane in front of the shop.

"Okay, okay!" In the depths of the tavern finally heard Britz's strong voice, and slowly a big red-bearded man walked out holding two wine barrels, who was fatter than old Billy Big fat man.

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

"Hi, of course the beer is made first and delicious. I was watching in the cellar last night and fell asleep without knowing it." Britz scratched his head and said.

"I think you can't help but take a couple of sips. Get drunk!" Old Billy chopped his cane and scolded. "This ale is enough for tonight?"

"Enough is enough, absolutely enough!" Britz quickly agreed, "Two barrels!" After that, he patted the two barrels of beer he was holding. Both barrels of beer are half-man-height big barrels, so Britz’s physique can hold them without breathing,

Maybe I saw that the mayor’s face was not so good. Britz hurriedly said hello and took the wine to the town center. Today’s Oktoberfest is held at night. Now we must put the beer in the past and make preparations. .

Brietz walked away with the barrel, and old Billy stayed where he was. If it weren't for this tavern in town now, I wouldn't order a wine with you! Old Billy said angrily. This is probably the most embarrassed years of his work as the mayor. Now the young and middle-aged in the town join the army, and even since last year, the baron’s drafting age has dropped from 14 to 13 years old, which makes the town now able to support it. In the scene, there are only a few old guys left. Now the town’s economy is extremely poor, and even the food needs to be imported by Lord Baron. When is this big? Old Billy sighed.

Shaking his head, old Billy went to the next shop, the tailor shop. What's the meaning of drinking beer at the Oktoberfest? There must be two shows. I asked the old tailor Mitte to make the costumes last month.

In Fengye Village, every family also started to pack things and organize housework early in the morning. The Oktoberfest is only one of the insignificant festivals in Faustin, but it is the most grand festival before the new year in Kaidozi. It is said to be the first Baron Kaidozi who was fond of drinking, so it developed vigorously. This holiday.

Leah got up early to help her mother feed the livestock and harvest rice. These chickens were bought a few days ago. Since Locke became the team leader last year, he has sent more money to the family than before. As soon as Locke and Tia discussed it, they bought a few chickens from Lord Baron’s caravan. Although the chickens are only small chickens, they also spent a lot of savings because they are hens. The chickens also need to eat food. The consumption of a few chickens is not much worse than that of a child. Now Fengye Village has the ability Apart from the village chief's family, they also have the ability to raise livestock. These chickens have been envious of how many people in the same village.

Now 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 of the whole family. Leah spends half of the time every day Take care of them.

Old Locke is still sleeping. Most of the farming work in the past two years was done by him alone, and it was dry land. Farming was even more difficult. His bones had long been exhausted, so he needed to rest before he woke up.

Leah carefully picked up a basket of eggs. The basket was not big. There were only more than 20 eggs, but it was only a week before their family saved so much. Tia intends to sell this basket of eggs when he goes to town at night. Their family usually doesn’t go to town, but because today is the Oktoberfest, the village chief called the whole village to go. If you want to go, you can’t go empty-handed. Tia saved the eggs for a week, and planned to bring them to town for a good price.

At 10 a.m., Old Locke stretched his waist and got up. Lia and my wife were almost ready. Old Locke and the mother and daughter greeted them and went to the field again, although it was late autumn. But there are still rice potatoes in the fields. This hardy and dry crop was sold to farmers by the Baron Caravan in the past two years. Although the taste of rice potatoes is very astringent and the size is small, they can be grown in today’s fields. It’s a blessing to be able to make ends meet, no one cares about it. Old Locke must go and see, because it is almost winter, and the guinea pigs and other animals are starting to go crazy and reserve food. If no one takes care of his field, it is estimated that his rice potatoes can be emptied by the guinea pigs in less than two days. .

Old Locke was walking on the dirt road with a whip made of wooden vines. Although his family’s field was not far from home, it was also close to the mountain stream. Along the way, there were bleak leaves with falling leaves, and some gray-haired guinea pigs scurried in the dead grass. Moving around, these guinea pigs looked cute before, but no one likes them now. The civilians, especially the farmers, are inexplicably angry at the robbers who rob them of their food.

Lao Locke walked to his field. A lot of soil packs were turned up in the two acres of rice and potato fields. The roots of tuber-like crops were clearly visible in the soil packs, and there were faint traces of sawtooth biting on them. "Damn guinea pig!" Old Locke cursed, walking to the ground bag and squatting down to flatten the bag. Rice potatoes are extremely vital, 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 a whip. The guinea pig was timid and could scare away with a little big movement. Old Locke did this to drive away the guinea pigs that might still exist in the field.

If you were 10 years younger, Old Locke would never let these guinea pigs go easily. Little Locke had very limited meat when he was a child, except for the small things like fish and shrimps in the river, which were guinea pigs. At that time, Old Locke was no less. Give Little Locke an early taste.