The street lamps were lit up outside the window, and it was dinner time, and the crowd of people celebrating in the streets continued unabated. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Roland walked out of the bedroom, none of his teammates were there, and when he was wondering, he received a message from Nikita in the form of "Wind Signal", and learned that Miss Mage had nothing to do after sending Master Kosygin away, and wandered the streets with the crowd of celebrations, watching parades and cabaret performances by the way. Unknowingly, they came to the vicinity of the Martyr's Tower, and it happened that Lyudmila and Veronica were also watching the excitement in the crowd, Veronica recognized her with sharp eyes, and the three ladies reunited and decided to go to the top restaurant to have a big meal first, and then go to the cemetery to visit the grave together.

Nikita also asked him if he had time to go to dinner if he could. Roland imagined for a moment the three girls sitting around a table decorated with flowers and candlelight, and couldn't help but smile, but then he thought about putting himself in this picture...... I'm afraid the atmosphere will become less welcoming.

With this in mind, he declined Nikita's invitation and decided to go to the big brother Bloom for a drink.

It's a pity that the big brother Bloom also left him, and when he inquired with the guys in the bar, he learned that the so-called "Grand Samovar Wine Tournament" was just an audition, and Pietro's purpose was to select the three most drunk men from the regular customers of the store, and then he himself led the team to the city's most popular "Oak Barrel Tavern" to participate in the finals, when the time will be from the city's 47 bars and hotels to compete in the same field to determine the strongest wine in Kitland! The winning team will receive an honor – from now on, they will be able to drink as much as they want at any pub in the city!

Roland doesn't understand the world of alcoholics, in short, the Bloom brothers won the first place in the audition of the store by an overwhelming margin, and became the hope of winning the championship in the store, together with two other well-known drunkards, under the leadership of the fat Pietro, went to the "Oak Barrel Tavern" to kick the hall, I am afraid that they are fighting at the wine table at this time, and it is impossible to come back awake tonight.

With his teammates around and Vigraf in retreat, Roland couldn't help but feel a little lonely, so he ordered a ham sandwich at the bar, wrapped it in newspaper and ate it while walking, went to the streets to see the celebratory crowds, and enjoyed the drunken impromptu song and dance performances, and felt the lively atmosphere.

Swallowing the last bite of the sandwich, Roland tossed the newspaper into the roadside trash can, and couldn't help but laugh when he turned around. I don't know which folk artist Yixing Dafa, with a paintbrush to decorate the iron garbage can slightly, depicted as a *** cartoon, the two circular openings of the garbage happen to be located in the ****, the composition of the exaggerated size of the **** Although the creativity is not very elegant, it reflects the optimistic and bold national customs of the Kitlanders.

Roland flicked his wrist, threw the paper ball into ***'s arms, whistled at her with a smile, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and turned to walk along the street.

There was a bakery around the corner, and it was the time of the boom, and the smell of milk, butter and honey mingled into a whet-provoking fragrance, and Roland stood in front of the shop, feeling like the "lonely gourmet", well...... Hungry again.

Ordinary people in Kitland also bake bread, the poor often eat cheap rye bread, and middle-class housewives bake wheat bread in the fireplace. However, this wheat flour is not "white flour", because when grinding, it is mixed with germ and part of the bran, which is closer to the "whole wheat flour" on earth, and the taste is still a little rough. Only the rich and noble will eat the bread baked with snow-white wheat flour every day, and the white bread mixed with milk, honey, butter, sugar and nuts and other ingredients is a real luxury, few people will bake it at home, and the bakery will only bake it in large quantities when receiving orders from wealthy banquets or festival celebrations, and only in the latter case will ordinary people have the opportunity and reason to spend money to enjoy this noble and sweet food, most of which go into the stomachs of gluttonous children. Add a touch of nostalgic brightness to their simple childhood.

Adults occasionally have a childlike heart, Roland couldn't stand the temptation of this sweet smell, turned out a few silver coins, and planned to enter the store to buy a sweet bread as a snack, when suddenly there was a chaotic footstep behind him, and then someone broke in and pushed him away roughly.

Roland rubbed his shoulders and turned to look around with a frown, and a group of men wrapped in black cloaks came in a group, their hoods pressed so low that they couldn't see their faces clearly, but they all had a black cloth tied around their right arms, and the emblems of bull's head and spindle were embroidered with red silk thread.

"Mokesh Holy Emblem......" Roland's heart moved slightly, and he took two steps back, away from the group of Mokesh believers who looked a little wrong.

At this time, the group of people stopped in front of the bakery, and the leader exchanged glances with his companion, and then strode into the bakery, threw a money bag on the counter, and with a muffled "bang", golden coins poured out, and immediately caught the eyes of the bakery owner, and greeted him with a smile on his face and asked: "What kind of bread does the gentleman want, we have everything in the store." ”

The black-robed man's voice was hoarse: "I don't buy bread, I want flour." ”

"Oh...... This one...... Flour, flour is fine! How much do you want? ”

"There are a hundred gold coins here, and you can bring me as much flour as you can buy." The black-robed man said.

The bakery owner scratched his head and said with a wry smile: "It seems that we can't do business anymore today, and the flour is all wrapped for you." ”

"What, not for sale?" The black-robed man's voice turned cold.

"Sell! Why don't you sell it if you give money! The bakery owner happily opened the door of the warehouse next door, "The flour is here, you can move it yourself." ”

There are hundreds of bags of flour piled up in the warehouse, not all wheat flour, of course, but more whole wheat flour and rye flour.

The group of men in black didn't care, anyway, it was flour, and a dozen or so people worked together, and soon all the flour was moved to the street, and it was discarded in the open air at will, some of the noodle pockets were torn, and the gray powder was sprayed out.

When passers-by saw this scene, they all gathered around curiously to watch the excitement, and some asked the men in black what they were doing, but they received no answer. These people were like mutes, just burying their heads in carrying bags of flour and ignoring passers-by.

Roland was also watching the lively crowd, and he felt more and more uneasy when he saw this scene, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

The black-robed Mokesh devotee emptied the flour, and what he did next was even more outrageous, pulling out a dagger from his waist with his backhand, cutting through the flour pocket, and raising it with all his might, and the flour flew into the sky, and the streets suddenly became foggy.

Seeing this, the onlookers were in an uproar, and they became more and more puzzled about what the purpose of these people was.

Kitland's locks did not relax their security on the day of the celebration, and they quickly noticed the abnormality here, and immediately locked the group of black-robed people with strange whereabouts, and ten feet of red light appeared above everyone's heads, and they followed closely wherever they went, so that they had nowhere to hide.

The above marks were made by the locks, which meant that the actions of these people posed a potential danger to the safety of the city, and the surrounding crowd was also alerted and retreated, so as not to splash their own blood in case of a fight.

The security team in charge of the neighborhood reacted quickly, and a team of twelve people quickly arrived at the scene, the captain was a wolf totem warrior with 5 warrior ranks, and he stepped forward to question the group of black-robed people with an angry face: "What are you doing?" Is it fun to waste food? Do you know that there are still people in the city who can't eat enough, and you are not afraid of being punished by God if you do this? ”

Watch the laughter from the lively crowd: "Carnival pranks, right?" ”

The security captain glared at the man with a straight face, and said angrily: "There must be a limit to pranks, even children know how to cherish food, can they be forgiven for doing such bad behavior in order to be in the limelight?" He turned to the man in black and scolded: "You all come with me, and you will know how much it is to waste food if you starve twice in prison!" ”

The black-robed man grinned, and suddenly ripped off his cloak, revealing the leather armor worn inside, and what shocked everyone even more was that the leather armor was still wrapped around a circle of cotton cloth, the cloth strips were soaked in lamp oil, exuding a pungent smell, and between the cloth strips and the leather armor, there were glass flat bottles filled with viscous liquids.

Behind him, the rest of the Mokesh threw the last two sacks of flour into the air, patted the dust off their hands, and took off their cloaks in the same way as the leader, revealing glass bottles and strips of oil-soaked cotton cloth wrapped around their upper bodies.

"You ......" the vigilante captain was stunned, still unsure what these guys were up to.

――System prompt: A large number of flammable and explosive alchemy potion "Blazing Glue" has been detected!

――System prompt: The concentration of flammable dust in the air is detected to exceed the critical point, and there is a risk of explosion!

The details observed by the "Pupil of Fate" made Roland shudder, and he hurriedly shouted, "Get out of the way!" ”

However, his warning was too late, and the black-robed man at the head had already lit the torches and let out the last and wildest cry.

"All glory be to my lord Mokesh!" (To be continued.) )