Fang Yu saw Ms. Kuisu walking out in a hurry and asked: "Ms. Kuisu, what happened?"

"Worrying you, Mr. Captain," Ms. Kuisu smiled slightly and shook her head: "It's just that the winter hunting season is approaching, and I plan to give the workers a day off to let everyone relax. By the way, there is a celebration tonight.

, I heard that there will be a fireworks show, Captain, why don’t you come with us?”

Although she has experienced the pain of losing her child, time is enough to heal all wounds, or at least bury the pain deep in her heart. As a leader of a team, this woman no longer shows any hesitation at least on the surface.

Deal with sadness with calmness.

It is the perseverance formed between her brows by years of wind and snow, and she can face everything indifferently. This is exactly what women in the north have. It is the harsh frost that shapes their characters, just like the rough hands of a lady.

Thick calluses.

That's a hand holding a woodcutter axe.

In her early years, she was just a lumberjack.

Fang Piao heard the workers talk about this lady's experience, and couldn't help but admire him. The workers liked to jokingly call him Mr. Little Captain, but he just smiled, and then showed a trace of curiosity - is there a celebration before the hunting season in Dullon?

As for the fireworks show, that is even more of a distant memory.

On Earth, his hometown comes from an ancient civilized country. After the Lunar New Year, there used to be fireworks celebrations, but that is something that the older generation only remembers. As early as a century ago, fireworks performances were

Withdrew from history——

Instead, there are some newer and trendier things, such as projectors or drones. Young people are keen to keep up with the times, but in the process, they will inevitably lose some older or so-called 'traditional' things.

But whenever the New Year's bell rings, the solemn ritual sense in the blood will be revived and passed on from generation to generation.

That is an ancient memory rooted deep in my heart.

Therefore, Fang Plover was also very interested in the local celebrations and asked: "Are the celebrations after the Dormant Day to celebrate the Kaolin-Ithurian New Year?"

"Absolutely," Ms. Kuisu nodded: "I heard that you also celebrate the New Year there, but the fireworks show must have happened a long time ago, so Mr. Captain, you have never seen the fireworks show?"

Fang Yu nodded honestly. He had never seen a fireworks show before, so he was looking forward to it.

Although the chaos in the southern border has just begun, turning a new page in the new year may not be a brand new one, and the snowstorm will continue for another month, people always need some reasons to comfort themselves.

"Then remember to come."

"Right in this square, like ** o'clock."

As Ms. Kusu said, she looked at him and Sylvide next to her with a smile, as if looking at a young couple. She was a visitor, and even through the veil, she could see some differences in their expressions and behaviors.

different.

Her narrow smile made both of them a little embarrassed, and they each lowered their heads.

After Ms. Kuisu left, Fang Plover and Sylwede looked at each other. There was a silent subtlety between them. After a while, he asked indifferently: "Xi, Sylwede"

Miss Wade, how about we go out for a walk...?"

With a slight smile in her eyes, Sylvide only nodded slightly.

They had asked Ms. Kuisu before and learned that Luo Yu and his group also went out for a walk. As for Mr. Huiyan, besides Baggins, others also entered the city. The old sailor seemed to be used to being alone.

, volunteer to stay and watch the photo platform.

But at this moment, everyone has not yet reunited, and the hotel is actually empty.

The two asked the waiter to help return several boxes of books to the room, and then notified the owner of the hotel in advance that they might come to return the keys early tomorrow morning and leave Dulon at that time. Please notify Miss Fios.

And express gratitude to each other on their behalf.

The people in Du Lun who were decorated with the crest of the Phoenix family naturally looked down upon their accommodation expenses. However, after Miss Attila's reminder, he still left some local products made by the adventure group, including dried fruits and fruits from the forest elves.

Mead and so on, just to express my feelings.

Dulon in winter has a quiet temperament.

The streets were covered with snow, and ice ridges hung on the treetops. The vaults of the temple in the distance towered into the clouds, and they silently stared at this ancient city, the newly erected towers in the Magical District, and the huge gears.

and the hammer pendulum, like the sparks flying under the anvil, give this winter realm a hint of life.

Pedestrians are all dressed up, the gentlemen are wearing black trench coats, and the women are wearing heavy makeup and dressing up like ladies. On several luxurious and noble main streets, bright curtains hang from the buildings on both sides.

It is only three or four stories high, but it already shows signs of entering industrial civilization.

As the evening celebration approached, the streets became more popular. Long tables were moved out for the workers, and they were put together with banners to form a small venue - the tradition of winter hunting day competition.

The ancient age of knights continues to this day and is one of the few recreational activities in Aitaria.

It's just that today, there are all kinds of competitions, and there are many more categories.

There are awards piled on the long table, some stored melons and fruits, covered with a layer of snow. Celebrations in the north seem to be so crystal clear and white. Then there are the beer barrels that are loved to see and hear, layer after layer, piled together to form a

A hill.

Before the celebration even started, people were already drinking and drinking, and the dull atmosphere of the past few days seemed to be gone.

Those who brag loudly are mostly explorers among the Chosen. The adventurers have different costumes and come from many different areas. Dwarves and elves rarely appeared in this area in the past, but the Chosen have brought something different.

changes.

There was even a tall half-giant, more than two meters tall who stood out from the crowd. He was silently holding a helmet and discussing with the blacksmith in the shop.

There were also farmers and peasant women from surrounding areas who came in. They all put on new, thick skirts and fancy hats, giving them a more festive atmosphere. The indigenous people gathered together and talked to each other, their voices buzzing.

Buzz, only occasionally there will be the sharp whistle of the city guard, which cuts through the crowd like a sharp sword.

Only then did people move out of the way.

Fang Plover and Sylvester turned around and looked at this scene. The two of them were walking quietly before, neither talking to each other, but they seemed to be able to feel each other's thoughts. Miss Tata was sitting on the shoulder of her knight.

on the bed, holding a piece of candy - the one given to her by Fang Plover.

A troop of cavalry appeared on the street and passed through the crowd.

"Look at the feathers on their shoulders." Sylvide suddenly whispered to him.

"What's that?" Fang Plover asked.

"The personal guard of the Phoenix family, those are the feathers of the fire-feathered bird."

The feathers are long, bright and fiery red, like a bunch of blooming sparks.

The fire-feathered bird is a descendant of the phoenix, but of course it is impossible for the Mordekaiser family to actually use phoenix feathers as decoration - although there are indeed phoenixes in Etalria.

"Are there any members of the Phoenix family in this team?" Fang Pliong asked.

He was thinking of the heir to the Phoenix family named Enan, the master of Phios.

But he was probably the only member of the Phoenix family that he had heard of. He was somewhat interested in him, but it was obvious that the people from the Phoenix family were the chosen ones with his status. During the days he stayed in Du Lun, he even

I haven't even seen the maid named Fios for a second time.

Sylvide nodded.

Then a carriage passed by the crowd, and the long street seemed to fall silent, and there was no sound.

Fang Yu couldn't help but look up at the phoenix emblem on the inner city gate, and then he felt the majesty and identity of this clan. Only a few selectors made a few noises, but they were arrested by the guards.

Fortunately, because of their special status, the guards did not have any difficulties after arresting them. They let these people go after the carriage passed.

The selectors did not dare to make too many mistakes. After all, they were still bound by the "Stargate Declaration" and the Super Competitive Alliance, so they and the aborigines had maintained such a half-distance and half-break relationship for decades.

"Who was in the past?"

Sylvester couldn't help but smile.

Fang Yu was stunned, and then he realized that he had asked a stupid question. How could Sylvide know?

After the city guards passed by, everything returned to what it was before. However, Fang Plover saw the arrested selectors sneaking into a nearby alley after being released.

He took one more curious look, then the other party noticed him, glared at him, and gestured to him, telling him to mind his own business. Fang was stunned for a moment, thinking that these people were really arrogant, so he was punished.

Not long after, he pulled me up again.

However, he was not afraid of things, so how could he be frightened by the other party? He raised his right hand, thumb down, and gestured to the other party.

This turned out to be a good thing. More than ten people from the other side suddenly emerged from the alley, aggressively trying to trouble him. Fang Yu was shocked when he saw this. Although he was not afraid of anything, he was not stupid either.

These people didn't know their rank, and they might not be his opponents, but if they were to fight in the city, they would probably go to the city guard's cell to drink tea. He knew it was not a good idea, so he quickly took Sylvide's hand and ran away.

into another street.

"Captain, you have caused trouble again." Sylvester said with a smile as she ran, "Miss Attila will probably be angry if she finds out."

"You saw it," Fang Yu shouted, "They were the ones who provoked me first."

"Miss Attila doesn't care about this."

"Then you won't tell her, will you?"

Miss Fox smiled and said: "I'm sorry, yes."

Fang Yu's face darkened after hearing this.

Not far away, behind a window on the second floor, a pair of strange-colored eyes were looking at this scene through the frost-covered glass.

"Child..." Odin looked at it for a while, shook his head, and then turned back. In front of him sat two knights, one long and one small. The old knight was wearing a uniform and wearing a knight's sword. He was forty years old.

There is more than enough, and his expression is a little vain, as if he has been seriously injured.
To be continued...