Walking slowly into the small courtyard of the fence, Roland casually threw the hunting knife beside the pyre, and then walked to the wooden table and sat down. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, Belera walked out of the stove room, holding an open wine jar in her hand, and after pouring a bowl by herself, she looked at him with the bowl and said with a smile: "Alain, accompany my aunt to drink a bowl of wine!" ”

"Auntie, who are you..." Roland suddenly found that the atmosphere of dinner today was a little different, not to mention a few more dishes on the wooden table, and there were two pots of flowers, and even Belella and Little Lori were wearing the new clothes they bought from Loulan Guan.

Looking at Roland's puzzled look, Belella pursed her lips and smiled: "You forgot, tomorrow is the Green Grass Festival!" ”

"Oh," Roland smiled and patted his forehead, picked up the wine bowl in front of him, touched it with Belera's, and drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp.

In the northern Haptos calendar, April 5 every year, is the Green Grass Festival.

On this day, spring has really arrived, and it is a day of relaxation and joy, and people will remove the flowers that have been carefully cared for in the shrine on the fields to ward off evil and pray for a good harvest in the coming season.

"Time is so fast, it's been more than a month since I came to the town..."

Roland sighed secretly in his heart, stood up, and filled the two wine bowls again, in fact, he didn't know how to drink, the previous mage profession, under normal circumstances, it was strictly forbidden to drink, because alcohol would affect the concentration of the mage's mental power.

However, now it was different, and he could drink to his heart's content, so he picked up the bowl again, touched the Belera bowl, and then tilted his head back to dry it.

"Ahem..."After another bowl of wine, Roland couldn't help coughing, and his face was flushed.

"Alain, eat some barbecue first, pad your stomach!" Seeing Roland's somewhat embarrassed appearance, Belella pursed her lips and laughed, and quickly put the barbecue in the basin into his bowl.

"Alain, good drink! Why didn't my aunt see it before? ”

In just half an hour, the two of them drank a small jar of wine, and Belella blushed slightly, and praised Roland, who had to laugh shyly.

As night fell, the avenue leading to the outside of the town became lively, and families lined up in small groups and walked out of their houses in order, men holding torches in front, housewives holding firewood, and children holding flowers, walking towards the spear dam.

Spear Dam, located in the saddle, elk, Qingyan three towns junction place, contains the spear to build the meaning of the dam, here was originally an ancient battlefield, later became the three towns common bazaar, usually few people go there, only on the fifteenth day of the month, the residents of the three towns will gather in the Spear Dam, trade, exchange and buy goods.

According to the custom of the three towns, the night before the Green Grass Festival, a torch gathering is held in Maoba, which means that everyone gathers firewood and the flame is high.

On the day of the Green Grass Festival, the hunters of the three towns launched a competition to see that the hunters of that town could win the title of king of hunting, which also represented the face and strength of a town.

Half an hour later, Roland, Belella, and Phil arrived at the Spear Dam, where the bonfire burned brightly and filled the night sky red, and people threw their torches and firewood into the campfire, causing the crowd to laugh.

Throwing the torch and firewood into the campfire, Roland saw Alon beckoning from a distance, and Belella seemed a little hesitant, so he had to speak, "Auntie, let's go over." ”

"Lala, sit down... Alain, Phil, you all sit—" When the three of them walked over, Oron found a bench out of nowhere and greeted him politely.

And when the three of them sat down, Oron also sat on the bench next to Roland, and he asked excitedly: "Alain, will you play tonight?" ”

"What's going on?" Roland looked at him with some confusion.

"You don't know?" Olon looked at Roland strangely, and when he saw him shaking his head, he said in surprise: "Wrestling, this is the time for you to show your skills, and to win, not only to get fame, but also to the reward of the temple." ”

"I'm afraid you want to see my jokes." Roland muttered secretly, and then said undeniably: "Let's talk about it then." ”

"Brother, look, look, the dance will start soon." Fei'er clapped her little hands excitedly and shouted loudly.

At this time, I saw that the priests of the temple of the three towns, all dressed in costumes, slowly approached the bonfire from three directions, and each priest was followed by twenty dancers, whose red quilt was reflected in the firelight, and it was very eye-catching.

In a short time, the priests began to chant, and then the drums sounded, and then sixty dancers began to dance around the bonfire, and the drum beat began, and suddenly the spear dam became a sea of joy.

"Rush!" With a shout of excitement, Oron jumped up from the bench and rushed into the ranks of dancers, his body swaying and dancing.

"Alain, why don't you go?" Belera also stood up and turned back to him and asked.

"Auntie, you and Fei'er go jumping, I'm a little too drunk, so I won't go." Roland shook his head, his face flushed red in the light of the fire.

"Oh, then you can rest first." As she spoke, Belera took Phil's hand and walked into the dancers' procession.

"Hey, wake up!"

I don't know how long it took, Roland, who was napping with his eyes closed, was stabbed awake by Orone, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the people dancing around the bonfire bowed to the priest one after another, and then found that the celebration dance was over.

"This is the priest of Qingyan Town!" Ollong, who was sweating profusely, pointed to an old man sitting on the stage, then sat down next to Roland, gasped, and said, "It is said that he is close to the peak of the ninth-level mage... The strength is very strong! ”

"Rank 9 Mage Peak?" Roland looked at the old man who was sitting on the high platform, dressed in full costume but a little fat, and did not feel a trace of threat, which showed that his current strength could easily take him down.

"Townsfolk of the Three Towns, the annual Green Grass Festival is coming, and in celebration of this great festival, I announce that the wrestling competition is now open, and the winners will receive various prizes from the shrine!" The priest of Qingyan Town stood up and announced loudly.

"Uncle Long, what kind of charter is this wrestling competition?" Hearing the simple speech of the priest of Qingyan Town, Roland was vague and didn't understand the specific matters at all.

Oron rubbed his hands together excitedly, stared at the empty arena around the campfire, and explained, "You are free to wrestle, and the priests will judge the final winners, but the more consecutive victories you get, the greater your hope." ”

"So, Lord Priest, who do you want to put on the list of winners?" Roland said disapprehantly.

"Nonsense, the priest is fair and just, so that that kind of thing will not happen!" Orlong's eyes widened, he glared at Roland fiercely, and said with some anger.

At this moment, a burst of cheering applause rang out, and a tall man squeezed out of the crowd and walked towards the arena by the campfire.