When the first day of the new year comes, the people of Faeron finally usher in the Great Cold Festival.

In White Beach, before dawn, players and NPCs have been setting up the site for the Harvest Festival.

When the first rooster crows and people open their eyes and walk out of the house, there is a scene of laughter and happiness, as if even the winter cold has been dispelled.

At the moment, the Temple of Grace, which is the main venue, is almost entirely filled with stalls and performance stages within a mile radius, and the front is surrounded by players who want to leave.

To be honest, there are many such grand festivals in reality, but they are generally celebrated by small families, and it is rare to go to the streets to catch up with the market like in the last century, and everyone celebrates together, so compared to the NPCs, the player seems to have become the master of this harvest festival.

At this time, Sherlock had to admire the players who hosted the harvest festival again, the contents of this Nima were at least twice as expensive as usual, and the players were still like fools, and they were more happy to pay than any time, so that he regretted why he didn't apply for a stall to sell barbecue earlier, and with his skills, the cliff made money.

"Oh, Sherlock, can you be happier, come, lamb kebabs."

Looking at the 30 gold skewers handed over by Zhao Xiaodao, but there were no attributes at all and they were not delicious at all, Sherlock felt even worse.

"Wow, marshmallow, there is this thing in the game, as long as 100 gold for a string, the boss will give me five strings."

"Poof!" Sherlock finally spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

In addition to eating and drinking, the grand celebration is also indispensable for fun, many juggling and performance projects of the last century have been copied by the players, although the four or six are not understood, but at least the picture is lively, and the people who watch the performance will not be stingy with the reward of three melons and two dates at this time.

Just like at this moment, in a tent where Sherlock and the others were, there had never been a shortage of visitors to this booth called soul divination, and Zhao Xiaodao had to spend 3,000 gold coins to buy all the people in line in front of him to get the opportunity to enter the tent.

As soon as he entered the tent, he opened the Horizon of Truth and saw the attributes of the self-proclaimed soothsayer, a level 30 warlock, and a player.

This really makes him unable to complain, in the world of high magic, things like fate do exist, and some high-level NPCs can indeed capture some future things (limited to the game world).

But a player obviously doesn't have this kind of strength at this stage, so it is said that this soothsayer is a cheater.

"Adventurer, peeping into other people's privacy at the first moment is a great offense to a soothsayer." The woman in the patchwork floral dress lowered her head and said slowly as she sorted out her props.

Sherlock's Truth Horizon is not strictly a spell, and it will not be discovered by the receiver like the reconnaissance techniques of the Ranger and the Prophecy Method, but I didn't expect to be seen through by the other party at a glance.

"I'm sorry, I took the liberty of it." He politely apologized.

Today is the harvest festival, even if it is a trick to deceive people, it is also a part of the festival, if you are obsessed with the truth or falsehood, it will be a picture.

In addition, there is an unwritten rule among professional gamers that you can't just interfere with someone's business when there is no conflict of interest, even if it violates your code of conduct.

The woman raised her head and glanced at Sherlock, and then said to the guest this time: "Miss Knife, my name is Amber, I am a senior soothsayer in the industry, very professional, I don't know what kind of divination method you like, and what direction you want to predict, this is the price list, you can take a look." ”

He couldn't help but poke his head out and look at it, and the sheer array of options was an eye-opener for him.

From copper coin tortoise shells to astrological tarot cards, from good fortune and misfortune to mate selection and funeral, there is really everything, it looks really professional, but why do you feel so unreliable.

"Tarot, I've always wanted to play this." Zhao Xiaodao shouted excitedly.

The soothsayer Amber was already quite experienced in dealing with this kind of little girl, and as soon as she spread her hands, a deck of almost transparent gold and silver tarot cards appeared in her hand, and then spread them out one by one.

But instead of being laid on the ground, it was suspended in the air.

After Zhao Xiaodao chose three at random, Amber took off the keys hanging around his neck and clicked them one by one.

As the cards flipped over, a light suddenly lit up, and then Zhao Xiaodao closed his eyes while sitting on the blanket.

"Yo, it's really professional, and I even used illusions." Sherlock also admired the skill of this soothsayer in his heart, no wonder she charged so much and there were so many people in line, she still had a hand.

After the illusion, there was a lot of flickering, obviously ambiguous, and the things that were applicable to many people seemed to have a little more credibility when they came out of Amber's mouth, and Zhao Xiaodao nodded again and again and willingly offered a divination fee of 2000 gold coins.

Then there was the Hearthstone competition, where Feron Encyclopedia competed for all kinds of strange items, and it was only halfway through the morning, and the five vouchers of 1,000 to 500 that Jane Dara gave them were all spent.

Sighing at the ability of this event to attract money, Sherlock was gradually infected by the atmosphere of this celebration and enjoyed it to the fullest.

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When night falls, the five people, dressed in various ornaments, walk towards the gate of the Grace Temple, and then it is the most important moment of the harvest festival.

"Knife, didn't you say you wanted to change your clothes, why are you still wearing the same style as this set of Shinner." Sherlock asked, licking the ice cream in his hand.

"Do you expect any nice fashion in a farming town, or is this set more in line with my temperament." After Zhao Xiaodao finished speaking, he turned around twice.

"Little aunt, can you stop being so narcissistic, it's all because you have to wait for these five ice creams, and we are about to miss the blessing ceremony."

"Hey, eldest nephew, how did you talk to your elders, I ...... Yes! ”

Hearing the call, Sherlock hurriedly looked back, and it turned out that it was Zhao Xiaodao who collided with a person and smeared ice cream on the other party's pink dress.

"I'm sorry, I didn't look at the road carefully." Zhao Xiaodao said apologetically

"It's okay, I'm a little anxious too." The girl in pink looked up after cleaning up, and when she saw the girl who collided with her, she showed a surprise like an acquaintance: "Sister Shuni, you are here too." ”

Then he seemed to realize something, and immediately shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person, the blessing ceremony is about to start, I'll go first." ”