The firewood was piled on top of each other on the ground, and the gaps were stuffed with sticks and were still filling.

Stones engraved with various patterns and abbreviations are formed in a circle and are half-buried and fixed in the shape of concentric circles.

Roughly counted, about twenty.

This is the way in which the deceased is commemorated in Sokurschi culture.

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

"This person's name is Kumaya, who is more familiar?"

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

"He's from the same village as me, and I've eaten his straw cake."

The wounded soldier on crutches sat down beside him, and told all his memories of Kumaia in fits and starts, and commented on what a brave and kind young man he was.

The prayers make a simple prayer, then take out the sticks, cut the ends open, and add them to the pyre.

"It's a little more troublesome here, and he loves this kind of arc."

The craftsman follows the narrator's request to leave a simple pattern on the seed so that each stone is as distinguishable as possible.

He shouted at the crowd again:

"Who else knows this young man, please raise your hand for me to see."

Many arms are erected in an instant, and after being counted, the same number of scratches are carved on the surface of the stone, and then they are buried in the earth.

Jane passed by, took the tofi candy from the basket, placed it beside the craftsman, and continued to the rest of the place to deliver snacks to the other residents who were on duty.

Except for the giant pyre, which is a little heavy, the entire colony is very active.

On the neat, flat gravel road, crowds and soldiers mingled with their shoulders with miscellaneous goods and barrels of fresh wine.

The village women are constantly creating dairy products, adding Camemberol cheese to their menus, and even the staple bread has been researched to develop different textures and flavors.

"The one with the hammer?"

The lady in charge of the laundry shouted into the room.

"I need you to play to your advantage."

The blacksmith walked out of the doorway with his head bowed, he was so big that he could lift two long tables at the same time and lay them out on the gravel square, more easily than eating or drinking.

"Good boy, let me have his share here, the ashes on those hands are thicker than calluses."

"You've worked hard, I'll put the basket away and help set the plates."

Jane smiled and handed the Tofi candy over.

She walked through the colony from the road to empty the baskets, and many of the new arrivals got to know the gentle and industrious girl.

The entrance to the tavern.

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

"I really need it, you just come over and take a look, this is a craft, I only teach you to learn."

Old Jamie crouched in front of the grill, a whole goat tumbling on the iron, which Sean had smuggled out of Taganda with great difficulty.

He smashed open the keg with the handle of his kitchen knife, and the aroma of the ale came out.

Jane tightened her skirt and squatted on the side of the stool.

Watching the brewing liquid flow down the cracks of the bones, mixed with the fat and penetrating into the meat pieces, the fishy smell is instantly masked, and the roast sheep after replenishing the moisture looks plump and attractive.

"Pay attention to this amount, as well as the storage time of the wine, which is quite important, you see."

Old Jamie whispered the secret, looking into the girl's attentive eyes and leaning forward as he commanded.

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

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

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

"Shhhh Don't touch the meat for anyone else, those bastards can't resist the temptation. ”

Old Jamie split the ribs, and the oil splashes fell into the fire, making a sizzling sound.

Jane came out of the tavern with a rectangular wooden plate, and the smell 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 a few more trips, even with scones, smoked fish, and bean and meat soup also appeared one after another, filling large and small containers.

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

Sean spoke out and commanded.

The countrymen don't understand the time of this thing, and sometimes the result of over-cellaring is a sour vinegar sauce.

The woman in her apron did as she was told, but she complained.

"The banquet is about to start, can you use this hemp leg to get the lord back, instead of chattering here?"

"No, busy."

He said, pushing the silver rim frame.

Jane laughed and pushed the woman away, giving the candy left in her bib to both of them.

Sean was the biggest behind-the-scenes contributor to the feast, and the jars of spices and baskets of fruit had almost drained Taega of the connections he could use.

For this reason, he even sacrificed part of the raw ore quota to exchange resources from the warlord nobles.

The little man felt that this was a good deal, after all, when the port trade road was opened up and the planting and processing of dandelions was officially established, this sense of embarrassment would disappear.

The lord's banquet is very important.

It is a summary of the phases, a reward for the residents, and a wash away the sorrow for the disaster that has just passed.

The autumn sun is slanting very quickly, and it won't be long before it falls into dusk.

The newcomers, most of whom were poor, had hardly ever seen such a sumptuous meal, and were unwillingly led to the pyre.

"Does this really make sense, I mean......"

When they first arrived, it was a little awkward to participate in this prayer ceremony, and the food was still tugging at the heartstrings.

"I know, in fact, most of us here are fugitives from southern Hagena."

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

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

The newcomer was slightly shocked.

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

Looking around again, everyone in the stronghold looked at this place, even the lady with a broken leg with gray sideburns sat at the door of the tailor's house and looked at it from afar.

A huge pile of wood ignited a vibrant fire, and the flames stretched high into the air.

The heads are low, kissing their overlapping fists, the heat wave dispels the cold, and blows the corners of the clothes to the ground.

The stones carved with the pattern scratches are grilled hot, but this distance is not enough to be fried.

They are then moved deep into the woods.

There is a specially carved out [Stone Garden], which serves as a cemetery for the entire base, and the surrounding area is sprinkled with flower seeds, waiting for the next year.

Adam confirmed his bearings and flew with Lukka through a dense forest, the sharp tips of trees like daggers sticking out of the woods.

The griffin's wings cast a shadow, attracting the attention of many stallions along the way.

The timid have begun to divert their routes, and desperate refugees have rushed here, hoping to find a place to live or a village and get something to eat.

The militiamen who returned early rushed to the outskirts of the stronghold at this time, and they reported along the way to avoid panic.

The artisans of the valley had known about this for a long time, and they ran around, calling for the inhabitants to raise their heads.

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

Under the sparse canopy of flowing clouds, two huge monsters suddenly jumped in.

"Oh my God."

There was a slight shouting and commotion, with men stroking the edge of their hair and women patting their chests.

The griffon's pair of hoofed claws were embedded in the turf with a slight exertion, and landed on the high ground that had already been cleared, and two grim gazes of majesty frightened the crowd back.

Lukka calmly jumped down from his neck, his confident and calm expression, and the large, ornate monster behind him—made the cavalrymen envious.

The lioness squinted her eyes and glanced over, eager to snap off the pair of secretly trembling feet.

The strong wind from the wings blew across the faces of the audience.

The crowd burst into smiles, and cheers and salutes to a name echoed throughout the colony.

The feast was only now officially opened, only because Adam had stepped out from behind the behemoth.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen."

He raised his hand to press the restlessness, sniffing the rich scent in the air.

"I'm not late, am I?"