The firewood was stacked on the flat ground, the gaps were stuffed with wooden sticks, and they were still filling.

The stones engraved with various patterns and abbreviations are surrounded by circles, fixed half-buriedly, forming the shape of concentric circles.

A rough count of the past, about twenty.

This is the way to commemorate the dead in the Sokurschi culture.

Although the body has been burned to ashes by the fire, a tombstone or marker must be left to prove that this person has existed.

"This person is called Kumaia, who is more familiar with it?"

The craftsman read the name according to the list and took out a new stone from the seed material next to it.

"He and I come from the same village, and I have also eaten his straw cake."

The wounded soldier with a cane sat down next to him, saying all his memories of Kumaia intermittently, and evaluating how brave and kind he was.

The prayers make simple prayers, then take out the sticks, cut the tail and add them to the pile of firewood.

"Please extend it a little bit more here, he likes this arc very much."

According to the narrator's requirements, the craftsmen left simple patterns on the seed material to make each stone differentiate as much as possible.

He shouted at the onlookers again:

"Who else knows this young man? Please raise your hand and let me see it."

Many arms are raised in an instant, and after counting, the same number of scratches will be carved on the surface of the stone and then buried in the soil.

Jian passed by, took out the tofi candy from the basket, placed it lightly next to the craftsman, and continued to rush to other places to deliver snacks to other residents on duty.

Except for the huge firewood pile that was a little heavy, the entire stronghold was very active.

On the tidy and flat gravel road, crowds were commuting with soldiers, carrying debris on their shoulders and barrels of new wine.

Village women continue to create dairy products, not only adding camonber cheese to the menu, but even staple bread has developed different tastes and flavors.

"With a hammer?"

The wife, who was in charge of washing clothes, shouted into the room.

"I need you to play to your advantage."

The blacksmith bowed his head and walked out the edge of the door. He was burly and could raise two long tables at the same time and place them on the gravel square, which was easier than eating and drinking water.

"Good boy, let me put his part here. The ash on those hands is thicker than calluses."

"Thank you for your hard work. I will put the basket and help put the plates."

Jane responded with a smile and handed Tofi Candy on it.

She walked through the entire stronghold from the passway and cleared the baskets. Many newcomers met this gentle and diligent girl.

At the entrance of the tavern.

"I'm back, is there anything I can help?"

"I really need it. You just come and have a look. This is a craft, and I will only teach you how to learn."

Old Jamie squatted in front of the grill, rolling on the iron rod with a whole goat, which was stolen from Tygonda after Sean worked a lot of effort.

He smashed the keg with the hilt of the kitchen knife, and the aroma of ale came out.

Jane tightened her skirt and squatted beside the stool.

Watching the brewing liquid flow along the bone fractures, mixing with oil and penetrate into the meat pieces, the smell of smell is instantly covered, and the roasted lamb after replenishing moisture looks plump and attractive.

"Pay attention to this amount and the storage time of the wine, which are very important, please read it carefully."

Old Jamie whispered the secret, looking at the girl's focused eyes, and was still leaning forward according to her own command.

Taking advantage of the moment her lips slightly opened, she suddenly sent a piece of apple in.

"Well, thank you, it's very sweet."

Jane chewed and laughed, like a playful child stealing food.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Old Jamie split the ribs, and the oily flowers fell into the fire, making a sizzling sound.

Jian came out of the tavern with a rectangular wooden plate. The aroma of meat really caused a lot of saliva.

When it is completely served, it instantly becomes the most eye-catching dish in the entire square.

After several rounds, the baking pancakes, smoked fish and soybean soup were also released one after another, filling the containers of all sizes.

"No, please put that bottle of red wine in my place!"

Sean gave a command.

Country people don’t understand the time of this thing. Sometimes the result of excessive cellaring is sour and stinky vinegar sauce.

The woman in the apron did what she said, but she also complained.

"The banquet is about to begin. Can you move this stinging leg to get the Lord back instead of chatting here?"

"No, busy."

He said, pushing the silver ring frame.

Jane smiled and pushed the woman away, and gave the candy left in the bib to both parties.

Sean was the biggest contributor behind the feast. The cans of spices and the whole basket of fruit almost wiped out the connections Tygon Danone used.

For this reason, some of the raw ore quotas were even sacrificed to exchange resources from the warlords and nobles.

The little man thought it was very cost-effective. After all, when the port trade road was opened and the dandelion planting and processing was officially established, the embarrassment would disappear.

The lord banquet is very important.

It is a phased summary, and the rewards and rewards to the residents, and even more so that the past disasters have been washed away.

The warm sun tilts very quickly in autumn, and it will soon fall into dusk.

Most of the new refugees were poor and had almost never seen such a sumptuous dish. They were unwilling to be guided to the firewood.

"Is this really meaningful? I mean..."

They were just a little awkward to participate in this kind of prayer ceremony, and the food was still tempting.

"I know, in fact, most of our here escaped from the south of Hangna."

The residents of the stronghold explained with a smile, but sadness and emotion appeared in their eyebrows.

"What corpse, the dead, the weight of the soul is too light compared to his mother's hungry..."

The new arrival was a little shocked.

They all heard about the migration caused by that war, but they didn't expect that they were all witnesses here.

Looking around, everyone at the stronghold looked at the place, and even the white-skinned wife, sitting at the door of the tailor's house, looked here.

The huge pile of wood ignited a lively fire, and the heart of the flame reached high into the air.

The low-lying heads kissed their overlapping fists and palms, the heat waves removed the cold and blew the corners of their clothes.

The stones engraved with patterns are roasted and heated, but this distance is not to be burned.

They will be moved to the depths of the forest area later.

There is a specially opened [Stone Garden] that serves as a cemetery for the entire stronghold, surrounded by flowers, waiting for next year to bloom.

Adam confirmed his direction and flew through a dense forest with Luca. The sharp tips of the tree were like daggers stretching out from the forest area.

The shadows on the pair of griffin wings attracted the attention of many cargoes along the way.

The timids have begun to change their course, and the desperate refugees rushed here, hoping to find a residence or village and get some food to fill their stomachs.

The militia returning early rushed to the outside of the stronghold at this time. They reported along the way to avoid panic.

The valley craftsmen had known this for a long time. They ran around and called for the residents around to raise their heads.

The crowd told each other and looked at each other curiously.

Two huge monsters suddenly jumped into the sky with sparse clouds.

"Oh my god."

It aroused a slight shouting and riot, the man stroked the edge of the hair, and the woman patted her chest lightly.

The pair of griffin's hoof claws were embedded in the turf with a slight force, landing above the high ground where the clearance had been completed. The two majestic and cold eyes scared the crowd to retreat frequently.

Luka calmly jumped off her neck, her confident and calm expression, and the huge and gorgeous monster behind her - made the cavalry envious and angry.

The griffin glanced over and wanted to slap the pair of secretly trembling feet.

The strong wind brought by the wings blew across the audience's faces.

But the crowd suddenly burst into smiles, cheers and tributes to a name spread throughout the stronghold.

The banquet has only officially begun now, just because Adam walked out from behind the behemoth.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen."

He raised his hand and pressed his restlessness, smelling the rich fragrance in the air.

"I'm not late, aren't I?"
Chapter completed!