The morning sun is warm and warm. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info air is full of fresh moisture, as well as the sweet smell of lilacs. Overnight, the entire Thundercastle area was immersed in a festive atmosphere. Whether it is poor or rich, whether it is a nobleman or a poor, every household decorates their homes with white flower branches and lilacs, and the whole Thundercastle is like a sea of lilacs.

"Veretta, come, come!" Isaac waved his hands and laughed, baring his beautiful teeth.

Dressed in a thin shirt and trousers, Veretta climbed to the top of a red-domed building, the glazed tiles under her feet making a crisp sound.

When the bells rang in the morning, the gates of the inner city were wide open, and people poured in from all directions to form a crowd that gathered on both sides of the main road, and the golden robes lined up in two rows, brandishing spears, to clear the way for the procession.

Out of the cathedral, out of a small procession, was led by a beautiful maiden, with sparkling sapphire eyes, and long brown hair shiny and silky in the sun, draped over her shoulders. She wears a yellow wreath of flowers, a long white Guselves dress, and a colorful shawl. Her figure is sultry, and the front placket of the slit long skirt exposes a full hemisphere, which is sexy but not glamorous. Her skin is fair, and every step she takes, under the slit long skirt, her snow-white long legs move forward gracefully, like an elf.

"Hey, look, it's the Goddess of Harvest!" Isaac pointed excitedly at the girl, he licked his lips and sighed, "It's beautiful!"

Veretta subconsciously touched the back of her head, her long hair had long been cut off. I've always loved wooden swords and horseback riding since I was a child, and when did I really have a girl? Except for the days when menstruation came, the pain in my abdomen was unbearable. She looked down at the cotton blouse, oh yes, and the twin peaks that got in the way, and I had to wrap my chest during the battle.

Isaac scratched his head and smiled, "Veretta, you're beautiful too. ”

Veretta subconsciously took a step back, she was afraid that Isaac would give her another kiss. However, Isaac's latter words made her almost faint: "When you wore plate armor, I thought the god of war was a woman." ”

The goddess of harvest proceeded from the cathedral and walked slowly to the main street of the inner city, behind her two girls in long white dresses, one holding a porcelain pot containing holy water from the archbishop, the other holding a bouquet of lilacs, and behind her, a procession of people dressed in fancy clothes with oil paint on their faces.

Everywhere they went, new marchers joined, and by the time they reached the high street, the procession was already huge.

"The goddess of harvest, the wind and rain, the blessing of the Quartet, the harvest of the five grains, the children and grandchildren are full. "When the goddess of harvest walked into the crowd, the crowd knelt down in unison, and every face was full of reverence, and everyone shouted eulogies.

"You know what?" Isaac said, holding his pergola in his hand, looking at the dense crowd below, "In the north, we also have a Midsummer Festival. We are in the Great Church of Barlando, singing the praises of the God of Light. We also have a procession there, and the procession goes up to the holy mountain and burns the evil gods made of straw, which means to dispel evil. ”

The procession behind the goddess of harvest sings and dances, occasionally sprinkling flower petals into the crowd. The musicians played trumpets and snare drums in the procession, and the long queue slowly walked to the heart of the shopping street, where Veretta and the others were standing.

There are banks, hotels, inns, grocery stores, and fruit sales areas, and it is the busiest section of the shopping street.

"Midsummer, every kingdom has it. "We're on the vast plains, carving out the tracks, and we're holding horse races, and the lords reward the best riders, giving them a bottle of fine wine and a bag of gold coins, and the jingle is enviable." Even now, it is still true. ”

"The god of light is the god of all, he turns into a spring breeze, he turns into rain, and he also brings a good harvest and is productive. Isaac thought for a moment, he seemed to miss his hometown a little, "We lit a bonfire at night, because the night was long and treacherous. Only the light shines and dispels the darkness. ”

Veretta saw the procession march through the shopping street towards the east gate.

Isaac walked to the edge of the roof and said, "Come down, let's go and see where they are marching." ”

Isaac was already well acquainted with the city, and he trotted all the way through the long line of people who led Veretta around the long queue as they walked through the silent alleys and startled a flock of pigeons competing for the grain, and they jumped over a pile of barrels, and a black cat jumped away, cocking up its tail and giving them a low growl of displeasure.

"Lazy cat, go catch the mouse!" Isaac grimaced at the black cat. The cat yawned dismissively at Isaac and went back to sleep.

Veretta noticed that Isaac was running, with a brisk gait and a strong hand.

"You don't look like a nobleman at all. I thought that those aristocratic youths were weak and boring. Holding on to the trunk of a tree in the alley with one hand, Veretta stepped over and said, "You're jumping around like a ......."

"It's like a thief who walks on the wall. Isaac laughed as he jumped away from a pile of cow dung, "Whoever steps on cow dung is lucky, oh oh oh!" he kept stepping on the ground with his feet, avoiding the cow dung, as if playing a game of dodge.

Veretta crossed the "cow dung road" smoothly and caught up with Isaac.

"It's so rare, I thought you'd fall. Isaac looked down at Veretta's shoes, "I didn't even step on a pile of cow dung." I'm really impressed. ”

"This kind of thing, when I practice swordsmanship, I train my footwork, put a lot of wood on the ground, and I knock it down and start again. I've already practiced reaction speed. Veretta snorted, "You'd better me fall and eat?"

"Are you angry? Hey, I'm just getting more and more curious about you. Isaac smiled, "You're different, Veretta, those delicate, pale-faced aristocratic ladies can't compare to you." ”

Not as strong as me, not as fierce as me. Veretta was silent.

Led by the goddess of harvest, the procession marched out of the east gate to a field of wheat that was about to be harvested. The wheat fields under the sun are golden and the ears of wheat are heavy, and the breeze blows, setting off golden waves and blowing a burst of wheat fragrance.

The procession surrounded the goddess of harvest in the middle, and for a while, drums and cheers rang out. Many onlookers also joined the dancers, who either hugged each other and danced the Rhodes folk dance, or clapped their hands and feet to the beat of the drums. Immerse yourself in the joy of a bountiful harvest.

The joyous celebration has just begun. After the parade, the shopping street was bustling with activity. Fishmongers bring fresh seafood to shore and are immediately snapped up.

Today, subsidized by the state treasury, liquor is sold at a discount in major taverns. For a while, the air in the streets was mixed with the malty aroma of beer, the refreshing aroma of brandy, the fruity aroma of sweet wine, and the sweet smell of lilacs.

"Hey, Veretta, cheers!" Isaac found a shop where the food was a little expensive, but the ingredients were fresh, and most of the people who came were aristocratic youth and wealthy people.

"For what?" said Veretta, looking at the white foaming beer, she remembered her hometown, after the horse riding competition, the Meno Kingdom held a beer festival, and the beer of the beer merchants was free.

Isaac laughed, "For you to win the championship of cow dung jumping!"

Veretta couldn't help but laugh dumbly, she raised her glass and said, "For you didn't fall into a dog and eat." ”

She and Isaac were both sweating profusely, and the beer was cool and refreshing. At this moment, a plate of hand-torn lobster meat came up, and she tore open the sturdy lobster meat and stuffed it into her mouth. The lobster meat is delicious and chewy.

"Let me ask you, why are you so good at running and climbing?" Veretta was always curious, Isaac was not like some aristocratic youths, who seemed to be polite but weak, nor like those heirs of lords, who hung responsibility and honor on their faces, and kept a straight face.

"Barlando is located in a basin surrounded by mountains on all sides. Isaac opened a chicken leg and stuffed it to Veretta, "Since I was a kid, I've loved to climb mountains, but it's more like running than climbing. I like to sprint up the hill and down again. But I wasn't content to run on the hill near the castle, I ran on the roof. ”

"Running the roof?" Veretta looked at Isaac in surprise.

"The castle is built on a hill and is undulating, and you haven't seen the scenery from above. From the roof of the castle, you can see the top of the hill in the distance. I'll take the corn with me, and the crows will fly over. Isaac pondered, "My nurse is worried to death, and my father scolds me like a thief who walks on the wall. Because I was lying on my stomach at the window and saw ...... Ahem...... You know. ”

Veretta looked at Isaac suspiciously, the chicken leg stained the grease of her hand, and asked, "I don't understand, what do you see?"

"Oh my God, every boy is curious in adolescence. Isaac blushed suddenly, "The roof is very high, and in some places you can see the windows underneath, and you can see the people in the windows. I saw my sister change her clothes. ”

"Hooligans!" Veretta blushed and said indignantly, her heart pounding as she took a bite of the chicken thigh.

"Hey, be quiet, everybody else is looking at me. Isaac said aggrievedly, "I was only 14 years old at the time, and my sister was 18 years old. Gee. I didn't mean to. ”

"Shut up!" Veretta subconsciously pulled her chest, even though she had always thought of herself as a knight, after taking off the plate armor, her girlish heart seemed to be sprouting again.

In the afternoon, Veretta slept soundly.

When evening came, the huge lake in Thundercastle was once again bustling with people. The golden robe used huge old boats and trees to divide the lake into noble, rich, and slum areas, and in the aristocratic and rich areas, there are colorful tents, and the tents in the slums are much shabby, but they do not affect the joyful atmosphere in the slightest.

People gather around many small campfires, singing and dancing. There are all kinds of things roasted on the bonfire, roast fish, roast duck, roast pork legs, roast rabbit meat, and the smell of smoke and meat is fragrant for a while.

"The Chancellor of the Exchequer is really generous, subsidizing the merchants and selling them at a discount. Mistress Bill Newton patted his round belly, and he raised his beer glass, "Let's thank you, Mistress Isaac!"

For a moment, the surrounding nobles raised their wine glasses, and the sound of clinking glasses came and went.

The musicians performed a makeshift stage, playing the lute and flute. Several jugglers took turns on stage to perform frightening techniques such as fire-breathing and sword-swallowing, which caused people to scream and applaud.

As night fell, people began to dance collectively again with the help of wine.

Isaac pulled her into the ranks of dancers.

"I can't dance. Veretta whispered, "I'm not a noble lady. ”

"It's all right! I'll teach you!" said Isaac, lest she wouldn't hear. His left hand gently supported Veretta's waist, and his right hand clasped the fingers of her hand, "Follow my steps." ”

Veretta drank a lot more, and her body was hot, and she followed in Isaac's footsteps, sometimes twirling, sometimes stepping on the drum.

"You're a great dance! Oh, don't step on me!" Isaac said with a gasp.

Veretta's head was a little dizzy, she was infected by the festive season, she had never been so happy.

She had never been carried up to the rooftops in the morning, and ran through the streets like she had done to-day, and she had drunk beer like a drunkard, and now she danced like a noble maiden. She's even a little spinning.

Isaac pulled her out of the crowd, and the two ran into the woods with a shout of joy.

She leaned against a small tree and laughed loudly, and Isaac made her laugh again.

"Oh my God, Veretta, you're one of a kind!" Isaac put his arm around her waist, his lips pressed against hers before she could react.

This time, she didn't refuse. She could smell the smell of wine in Isaac's mouth, and even a hint of roasted meat. She doesn't care. She was pushed to the ground by Isaac, her heart pounding, she was dizzy, maybe it was wine, but maybe it was joy. Yes, she was overwhelmed by the pleasure.

He kissed her again, without giving her a respite. She let him caress her twin peaks, his movements gentle, his fingers sliding over her navel and uncinching her belt.

Her breaths grew faster and faster, and her face burned to death. Whatever he is, I'm all hot. She had forgotten that she was the Rose Knight, and the girl's heart pounded against her chest. She stroked his chest and felt his heartbeat.

It's midsummer, and the paupers are in love freely, so why can't I pretend to be a pauper and accept his caresses?" she told herself.

She let her pants slip off, letting him cling to her skin. His fingers continued to slide down, caressing her legs.

Come on, lighter. She closed her eyes. After today, I am a real woman.

"Something's wrong!" she heard a roar, like a dagger scraping her ear, disturbing her sweet dreams.

She saw Benjamin, one of the knights of the Imperial Guard, rushing towards her, and she quickly covered her chest with her hands and hid in Isaac's arms.

Benjamin didn't even look at her, and said to Isaac, "The Great Prince has been assassinated!" ）