Summer is quietly going away, and early autumn is stepping on light steps, little by little into people's sight. Almighty Lord blesses, although this year is still hard, but still persevered until the beautiful day of the autumn harvest festival.

The cultural influence of the empire over the years still played a role, and on this day of universal celebration and harvest celebration, even the most demanding slave owners would give an extra black loaf of bread to their slaves. This is especially true of the farmers, who have worked hard for a year, who have come together and agreed to come to Dublin together to experience the splendor of the big city.

Only on this day will the nobles and knights in the city not dislike their vulgarity. And it is only on this day that the peasants dare to look up at these bright people, and then dream the same dreams in the dreams that are not long after.

Only on this day, all walks of life, even if they dislike each other, will put aside their prejudices and devote themselves to this rare festival. The Normans hung like a sharp sword over the heads of all men, and if they did not enjoy the beauty of this earthly world while they could breathe freely, in hell, the demons would not be so easy to speak.

If they can't afford indulgences and don't have wives and daughters to purify by priests, they can only go to hell after death, right?

People huddled together, laughing and enjoying this rare happy time.

2⊙

Very boring, very boring activity.

As a specially invited guest of honor from Madame Rosa, Sinloth naturally obtained an excellent position to sit on a specially built high platform. Look down at the cheering crowd underground, even if it's for the sake of pore. barely suppressed the ** who wanted to yawn, but the boredom in his heart was not reduced by half a point.

Incomparably holy. The elderly bishop with a gold ring on his head holds a golden plate with bunches of precocious wheat in his hands. Countless years ago, the wise saint parted the sea to protect the faithful from persecution, and the venerable bishop, although he did not have the power of the saint, seemed to feel the majesty and power of the saint from the old bishop, and despite the incomparable crowding, the commoners spontaneously gave way for the bishop to pass guò.

Behind the old bishop were twelve priests dressed in white. The white-robed priest holds an elaborately decorated copper basin in his hand. It was filled with immaculate holy water, and the priests recited ancient and sacred scriptures as they moved forward, pouring holy water on the crowds on either side. In the face of this blessing from the Lord, all the commoners who were touched by the holy water fell to their knees and praised the greatness of the Lord.

Sinloth looked at the dense crowd of pedestrians under the high platform, and although he envied the population of Dublin, he also became more and more bored. To this day. Even if he looks down on each other in his heart, the church and the king still cooperate tacitly and control the foolish people under their rule.

Sinloth squinted as he slowly ascended the platform. The bishop walked towards him, a dark light floating in his eyes. The pious will be blessed by the Lord and will not know Madame Butterfly as a witch. Are there any miracles scheduled this time?

The bishop recited the scriptures and threw the precocious wheat into the flames that burned on the high platform. And behold the wheat that was consumed by the flames. The bishop's voice was at its highest, and the fools below seemed to be encouraged by something. Learn from the bishop and shout loudly.

"Praise the Lord! The glory of a qiē belongs to the Lord! ”

The black-pressed crowd was far in sight, and the shouts of the waves echoed in Sinloth's ears. The buzzing sound shook Sinloth's ears, and Sinloth patted his ears a few times to relieve himself. On the contrary, Madame Rosa always sat on her main seat, and her feather fan waved slightly, revealing her red lips with a slight smile.

As a witch, Sinlos didn't believe that Lady Rosa would watch the power of the Church grow under her nose. It's just that what Madame Butterfly will do, Sinlos can't guess for a while.

But it seems that there is no miracle this year, and I am a little disappointed.

Although what he did last year was no different from the bishop in front of him, Cynroth now felt a deep impatience. Although the time in this world is short, it has been a year. During this year, the world still had a great impact on him. Originally, he had no prejudice, but he became less and less interested in seeing the church.

It is also unknown whether such an effect is good or bad.

Although he felt extremely bored and impatient in his heart, Xinluo was sitting on a high platform at the moment, accepting the attention of tens of thousands of people, and he couldn't do too much. Thinking so in his heart, Sinloth took Mariana's small hand, which was sitting on his right hand, and whispered, "Honey, will you be bored?" ”

Although Mariana considers herself to be Arian Hurd, the news that Mariana is Sinloth's fiancée has long been released. In desperation, Mariana still sat next to Sinloth as his fiancée. Just looking at her expression, although it is a little unnatural, it is not very repulsive.

Although the body inexplicably does not reject the intimacy of Xinluos, there are even some cheers. But Mariana's consciousness was still affecting her, and the female knight's eyes were blazing, and she whispered to Sinlos: "Lord Sinloth, as a knight, I have an obligation to help you solve your troubles. But if you take advantage of me like this, then even if you go against the way of knighthood, I will gouge out your eyes. ”

Mariana is so cute when she's angry.

Is Mariana, with such a murderous trait as a torture enthusiast, really a gentle woman? Sinloth didn't know. Although Mariana's gentle smile when she faced Sinloth didn't seem to be fake, Sinlos instinctively wanted to see more Mariana.

From a young age, Mariana was too indulgent to her. No matter what kind of excessive demands will be met, when facing him, there is always a smile on his face. Mariana was so good to him, so good that Cynroth even felt a little illusory.

Sometimes, Sinloth even wished Mariana was angry with him. Just like now. Under the anger of the beauty, there is also a special style. Loss of self-awareness. Mariana, who is not consciously bound by subjectivity, is the real her.

Sinloth sneered. In Mariana's glare, she withdrew her hand and looked away. If you don't withdraw your hand, I'm afraid your eyes will really be gouged out.

Naturally, the Sinloth family sat together. Mariana sat on his right hand, and on his left was naturally two cherubs. And the two little angels were now leaning together, whispering, to be precise, it was the excited Ellie pestering Nanorka, who was yawning, about what she had seen yesterday.

"Christina is so stupid, she is a ghost every time. Every time I couldn't catch someone, I was about to cry in the end. When I was a ghost, I caught her in one fell swoop, hehe"

"Yes, my sister is so powerful" Nanorka's sleepy eyes were hazy, as if she might fall asleep at any time: "Well, although Klein's position has been successfully constructed, Tirbitz's current soul power is too weak, and if you force it, the load will be too great, so you can install the mirage system or dragoon system first, right?" ”

Ellie couldn't understand what her sister was saying behind the scenes, but Nanoka's perfunctory answer clearly didn't satisfy Ellie. Ellie puffed out her face. It was decided to use the majesty of my sister. I saw that Ellie stretched out a pair of small hands and pinched her sister's face fiercely.

"Nanorka, wake up, can't sleep during the day!"

"Woo! Sister, what are you doing! It hurts! ”

The two little guys have a really good relationship. Looking at the two daughters who twisted together and pinched each other's faces, Xinluo sighed in his heart. Still, he coughed a few times and quieted the two little ones. After all, there are so many people watching from below.

"Ellie. Where do you want to go? Sinloth asked as she rubbed Nanorka's little head and turned to Ellie. If you ask Nanoka. Her answer must have been to go back to the Tirpitz for research, and in that case, she asked Ellie directly: "Dublin's Autumn Harvest Festival is very rich, have you thought about where to go?" ”

As mentioned earlier, as an important festival of the empire, the Autumn Harvest Festival naturally has a variety of activities, and in some regions there are even some peculiar customs. Sinloth is interested in observing and gaining some experience for Desmond's next Autumn Harvest Festival. But before that, I still have to meet my daughter's needs.

"Hmm, where are you going" Ellie obviously didn't think about it, and the little girl bit her fingers, looking a little distressed. But soon, the little girl's eyes lit up and she made a decision: "Dad, let's go watch the knight competition!" ”

Well, that's true.

This was the same when she told her story to Ellie last winter, and between the words and deeds of the knights around her, Ellie had cultivated a yearning for knights. While this in itself is not wrong, it is not a good thing for Ellie.

At least that's what Sinloth thinks, a good lord doesn't need chivalry.

"Okay, let's go to the knight tournament later."

After a lengthy ceremony, the bishop finally left amid the cheers of the people. And the next three days were naturally reserved for the civilians to laugh and laugh to their heart's content. Xinluos, who was bored for a long time, also took the opportunity to say goodbye to Madame Butterfly and joined the carnival with the family.

"Dad, this way, this way~"

Ellie sat on her father's shoulder, smiling and directing the direction of the family with a vision beyond the ordinary. Although it is said that there will be no civilians stupid to stand in the way of the noble uncle, but in such a situation of people coming and going, it is really impossible to distinguish the direction in the crowd.

"Yes, my little angel." Sinloth agreed, and walked forward to separate the crowd. And the closer you get to that place, the more a familiar smell becomes more and more pronounced. Sinloth sniffled, a bad premonition flashing through his mind.

"It can't be"

According to the Murphy Effect, when a person thinks something is going to happen, no matter how low its odds are, it will happen just as much as it is called a crow's beak.

Sinloth was desperately expecting his sense of smell to go wrong, but the harsh reality defeated him once again. When he parted the crowd and showed up the stall, the viscount only hated himself for why he had come here at the behest of Ellie.

That's right, this stall sells roasted frogs. Poor frogs were poked in half and roasted on the fire, and the diligent stall owners were sprinkling strange condiments on them. Although it is not as good as the spices that only the aristocratic lords can afford. But for civilians, it's also a very good seasoning.

But the frog is really disgusting. As a foodie, Xinluos's only guilt is probably that he can't stand frogs.

Sinloth knew it early on. Perhaps because of the hybrid of humans and demons, Ellie's aesthetics and tastes are slightly different from ordinary people. It's not that she can't eat food that mortals eat, but relatively speaking, her tastes are weird.

Ellie loves snakes, lizards, cold animals, dark food made by Jenny, and especially frogs.

This is really very strange, although he will not really eat live frogs, but the fanaticism for roasted frogs is really beyond the scope of Xinluos's psychological acceptance.

You're not a snake! So why do you like to eat frogs!

But the daughter's wishes are always to be fulfilled. Even with some reluctance in his heart, Sinloth still came to the stall. It's just that Ellie doesn't seem to be the only one who has a soft spot for roasted frogs.

A green-haired, green-eyed maid, and a blue-haired, blue-eyed maid also stood in front of the stall. Isn't that Miss Quetzalcoatl, who likes to be shy? Who was standing next to her, her friend?

Miss Quetzalcoatl is always the same cautious, shy and timid appearance in front of people. Although the appearance is not very outstanding, it is also a little girly. And the guy standing next to her was completely different, although his skin was like water, and he was wearing a light blue dress. But the sharpness and slaughter in his eyes destroyed this qiē completely.

Like an incomparably sophisticated warrior, the girl exudes a faint killing intent, how can there be the unique delicacy of a girl? The long black gauntlet she wore on her left hand and the great sword behind her back made her look like a battle-hardened mercenary.

Sense something strange behind you. The blue-haired girl subconsciously turned around, revealing a stupid face stuffed with roasted frogs, perhaps swallowing too quickly. A frog's leg was still exposed, twitching.

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"Ahh It's Lord Fanzhuo. The delicate Quetzalcoatl saw Sinlos and her party, and hurriedly grabbed the corners of her skirts. Made a standard curtsy: "Zax, don't hurry up yet"

Miss Quetzalcoatl tugged at the corner of her best friend's clothes, but Crowjiu, who had always kept his eyes on Bismarck from the moment she turned around, ignored it. Although Claujiu is cold, he is not an unworldly person. In order to hide his identity and better integrate into human society, the swamp has set up a special human etiquette class.

Crawford: What's wrong?

Bismal's eyes were like an abyss, and he didn't waver even if he was stared at by Crawnine so rudely. Bismalco stood beside Sinloth, although he had not moved, but in the eyes of Crawjiu, he exuded an incomparably terrifying courage, and the tattered long sword at his waist seemed to be able to cut her under the sword at any time.

Will die! Stay away from that sword!

The alarm bell in his heart kept ringing, and Crawnine couldn't stop looking Bismarck up and down, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter: "What a terrible man, there is such a master in Ireland, let's try it!" ”

Without waiting for Bismar to react, Crawnine swallowed all the frogs in one go, and his backhand had already grasped the big sword behind his back, and the anger as white as frost appeared between his fingers. And seeing this inexplicable unfolding, Miss Quetzalcoatl on the side was about to cry in a hurry.

What's the matter with this woman, why do you have to fight as soon as you meet?

"This young lady, your roasted frog is ready." The stall owner, who had been busy since just now, looked up and saw a tense scene. The young lady who looked like a mercenary was holding the sword behind her back and confronting a knight master, while the passers-by had already tacitly moved out of a large open space, ready to watch.

What's going on?

"Oh, okay." Crawnine hurriedly turned his head, picked up a few freshly roasted frogs, and said to Bismalko: "Wait for me, wait until I'm done eating, I'll talk to you, it's hot." ”

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"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" Miss Quetzalcoatl's face flushed, and she kept bending down to apologize to Cynloth. Crawnine's actions just now were so embarrassing that even Merope, as a companion, couldn't stand it.

"It's okay, I know she doesn't mean it." Bismarck wanted to refuse the pointless battle, but under the hint of Sinloth's eyes, he agreed. After buying a few skewers of roasted frogs for Ellie and Nanoka, the group walked towards the tournament together.

Speaking of which, they were meant to go to the Knights' Tournament.

The knight competition is naturally the best stage for wandering knights or knights who have become famous, in the competition, the knights wave the weapons in their hands, control the war horses under the crotch, and win the favor of honor and nobility in the cheers of countless spectators.

The knight competition is generally divided into two parts, namely foot combat and horse fighting. In the case of horse fighting, the knights naturally hedged each other with mounted spears, entrusting life and death in one blow, although it was extremely exciting, but it was also very dangerous. Even if the strength of the two warring sides is very different, but according to the unwritten rules, the strong will still slow down the pace and give the weak a chance to show his strength in front of everyone.

And Crawnine naturally chose to fight on foot.

Even if Sinlos said he didn't care, Miss Quetzalcoatl kept her head down and looked listless. When Xinluo saw her, he didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only laugh at it. Bismal had kept a low profile for too long, and it was time for him to declare his power to the world.

Desmond is very short of people, and I don't know if I can take advantage of the situation to turn her back, no, that belligerent personality should forget it.

But Merope is too shy and sensitive, and she doesn't know how she became a god. Oops, why do you want to bully her so much?

Name: Craw. Stlev

Diplomacy: 9, Military: 9, Knowledge: 9, Conspiracy: 9, Finance: 9

Traits: Ice Elf, Wise

Ice Elf: Born on the shores of the Lake of Mist, the strongest nature elf.

Wisdom: Although he is obsessed with swordsmanship, his wisdom should not be underestimated. Even if there is still a fog in front of him, this person can see through it. (To be continued......)

ps:This chapter was originally intended to be a 2w1 super long chapter.,But the power went out today.,So the chapters are so disgusting and hard-won holidays.,The power went out!!

Then, speed up the plot, speed up the plot Nima, I really want to write the third child

Finally, all kinds of ticket requests