Charlotte stayed at the tavern that day, took a hot bath, had a rich dinner, and had a good night's sleep!

Charlotte felt like she was alive again. The vitality that had been exhausted by the long journey returned to him. He thinks he can kill five wild goblins with one punch now!

After eating, he took the governor to go shopping. I experienced the excitement of the harvest festival.

The Harvest Festival is the first Sunday in October. That's right, there is a saying for the week in this world.

It is said that it was a stargazer of the Magic Empire of Casserio, and it was determined according to the cycle of the stars. The calendar and units of time established during that period, namely: seconds, minutes, days, weeks, months, years, and epochs, are still in use today.

At that time, the magical civilization developed to the extreme, and magic was not only used in battles and wars, but also penetrated into all aspects of people's lives. At that time, there were already the rudiments of a civilization that used magic as an energy source.

And the single force is also extremely powerful, the strongest mage at that time, known as the Great Arcanist, is some ruthless characters who can wrestle with the incarnation of gods.

And the division of the magic system, including the word "arcane", was born and continued at that time. According to Charlotte's understanding, the world has been going backwards since the fall of the Magic Empire. It's just a weasel giving birth to rats, and one generation is not as good as the next.

Moving on to the harvest festival, the harvest festival is one of the four festivals, and the origin of the harvest festival is no longer verifiable. Some say that it was originally a festival held by the Mother Earth Church to praise the abundant harvest given by Mother God; Some say that it was the spontaneous activities of people who celebrated the harvest and paid tribute to their ancestors.

In short, the current harvest festival is already a very widespread festival. Almost all human beings on the continent celebrate this festival. The customs vary from place to place, but the theme of the harvest celebration is the same, which is nothing more than the praise of Mother Earth, the goddess of the four seasons, or other natural gods. In some places, some of the most famous nature spirits are even worshipped.

It's the day before the harvest festival, and the streets are already very lively. Charlotte walked through the bustling streets, feeling this long-lost festivity.

It's been 5 months since I traveled to this day, and all I have seen all I have seen is hardship, danger, and death, which makes Charlotte's heart very depressed. Finally seeing the prosperity again, and seeing the smiles on people's faces, made him feel relieved. As long as there is hope, no matter how difficult the days are, they can get through.

Charlotte bought a lot of food along the way, local pumpkin pie, baked potatoes, grilled sausages, bread with salted ham like a sandwich (otherworldly meat sandwich?). ）……

There are even small stalls selling maltose, where a group of children surround them, swallowing saliva desperately one by one, staring at them even if they can't eat them.

There are also many handicrafts on sale, such as small tools, wood carvings, and toys made by the surrounding villagers......

The next day, the harvest festival officially began, and people put down their work and were freed from the heavy labor of the past, and they took to the streets to start this rare carnival.

It was almost noon, and the flow of people began to converge on the square in the middle of the town. A stage was set up there, and many troubadours played music and sang joyous ballads. There is also a performance troupe invited by the town, all kinds of clowns and acrobatics.

Where did people in the past have such good shows to watch? In the past, they either traveled between the fields and the mountains, or they buried their heads in the counters and workshops. Today, it's finally time to relax.

Dressed in clothes that they were reluctant to wear in the past, people watched the performances in the square, applauding every piece of the poet and applauding every heel of the juggler.

The priest of Mother Earth Goddess in the town treats the wounds and illnesses of the faithful free of charge, and blesses the hardworking people on behalf of the Mother Goddess, wishing them a good harvest next year......

No matter what status, no matter what status. At this time, happiness is equal for everyone.

At noon, the mayor of the town came up to the stage to give a speech. Of course, leadership speeches are similar in any world. It's just that this world is more down-to-earth, and it's not all fake and empty words.

Charlotte looked at the very old mayor. Listening to the person next to him, the old mayor is 69 years old! In this world, he is already a high life expectant among ordinary people. I heard that he has been the mayor of the town for more than 30 years, and the old mayor of Muxi Town can have today's prosperity, and the old mayor has contributed a lot.

The old mayor was silver-haired, of medium height, very thin, and looked a little rickety. But with not many wrinkles on his face, a kind smile and a loud voice, he still seems to be very tough.

People say that the old mayor can do it for another ten years!

The afternoon was also very interesting, with various competitions started. Let's not talk about running, archery, wrestling, etc.

There was also a contest held by women, who collected a lot of small black berries in the area, which were only the size of a fingernail. The competition is about threading berries with needles and threads, and whoever wears a hundred first, wins.

1st place gets a wool, 2nd place gets a linen, and 3rd place gets a big pumpkin!

Charlotte thought that the daytime event would already be the main course of the harvest festival, but she didn't expect it to be just a dessert before the meal.

At night, it's lively! A huge bonfire was lit in the middle of the square, and people held hands and sang and danced around it. The whole scene was extremely enthusiastic.

Charlotte watched the excitement from the sidelines, and was pulled down by a few laughing girls in the crowd, and couldn't help jumping up. Even the governor's calm face of a dead man could not stop the enthusiasm of the people, who were pulled into the crowd and clumsily danced along.

It's better to dance, it's better to dance than to do anything!

The dance was simple, cheerful, and passionate. With the sound of music, the whole person will be happy. And the young men and women, who danced opposite each other in the crowd......

At this time, everyone doesn't care about identity and status. Farmers and artisans hold hands, and merchants and guards clink glasses and drink. The whole town of Muxi is a sea of songs and laughter.

When Charlotte returned to the tavern, it was late, and she was drunk. Not only because of alcohol, but also because of the happiness that is everywhere.

At this time, there were still many people drinking in the hall of the tavern, and they gathered together in groups of three or five, bragging to each other, clinking glasses, and laughing...... It seems that they are reluctant to fall asleep too early on this rare festive day.

Charlotte wandered the streets all day, and then spent half the night partying, but she didn't feel the slightest sleep. He and the governor also occupied a table, asked for two side dishes with wine, and sat there to continue drinking.

After drinking for a while, a tall, small-eyed fat man in a black-brown linen robe came over. He had a smile on his face, and he was kind to him at this festival.

He said: "This friend, who is all travelers passing through Muxi Town, would you mind having a glass of wine together?" ”

How could Charlotte be on such a festive day, facing people with a cold face? Besides, Charlotte looks at this fat man quite pleasing to the eye. I invited him to sit down and touched a glass.

Sometimes that's the case, and when you see someone, you think you can try to make friends. And some people you take one look and don't want to take a second look.

The two chatted while drinking, and the fat man was quite talkative, a little self-acquainted, and he said that his name was Ferro.

Fatty? Charlotte didn't expect someone to call this name, and she thought it was interesting.

“…… Fat Luo, you're a mage? Charlotte asked, not holding back her curiosity.

He felt the magic from Fat Luo. That feeling he had had in both the White Deer and the Old Goblin, but not so strongly.

"I'll just say, sure enough, Charlotte, you're also a spellcaster." Fei Luo patted his thigh and whispered.

He had sensed a magical reaction from Charlotte before, but strangely, he hadn't experienced it. But as soon as Charlotte spoke, he confirmed that Charlotte was also a spellcaster.

A person who has a sense of magic is at least a prepared caster.

Fat Luo and Charlotte explained his identity. It turns out that he is a trainee mage of the Black Iron Middle! And Charlotte is still the same old cliché that deceived the Paladin Sensey, claiming to be a self-taught side summoner......

The two of them are also defenseless in this happy festival, and with the upsurge of alcohol, it is really like a friend at first sight!

Charlotte came from the earth, well-informed, and had a great brain; Fat local elite, knowledgeable, funny. Two people brag about bull B, it is really a chess opponent, and they will meet a good talent!

I almost cut off the head of the chicken on the spot and burned the yellow paper, and became brothers with different surnames!