Beautiful town, pretty streets, exquisite cottages, colorful flower pots, the town of Morgenstock is about to have its own festival, and the faces of its residents are full of smiles and anticipation.

Since then, the festival has evolved into a variety of new patterns, such as these colorful flower pots on the streets, which have only become popular in the last 20 years.

Originally, people would prepare various pots for milk during the festival, but they didn't care much about the appearance of the pots, and most of their attention was focused on the carnival.

Now, after decades of evolution, everyone prepares all kinds of beautiful flower pots to put in the middle of the road during the festival.

When the time comes, the inside of the pot will be filled with milk, which will not only reduce the cost of the festival, but also make the town more beautiful.

After all, I don't want to be anymore, although it is located in the middle of nowhere, but with the development of logistics, the excess milk will not be wasted.

And many of the children have gone out of here to pursue the wider world outside, and few are willing to stay and take care of the farm in peace.

Therefore, the symbolic meaning of the festival is greater than the actual meaning than before, and people celebrate the festival purely for celebration and commemoration.

Even so, Milk Festival is irreplaceable in the hearts of the residents of Morgan Stallman, even surpassing Christmas and Halloween.

Many young people who go out to work will rush back on this day to participate in the annual Milk Festival with their families.

On festival day, the streets of the town are filled with beautiful and delicate flower pots, and people will throw a coin or two into their favorite pots as a wish.

In the evening, everyone gathers and starts the party in the center of the town.

Of course, in addition to these small flower pots, there are many large pots on the street, and some people even bring up water tanks, just to be able to dominate the crowd on the day of the festival and become the envy of everyone.

This year, there seem to be a lot more flower pots in the small town of Morgan Stallman than in previous years, and the festive atmosphere is also a little more intense against the backdrop of these colorful decorations.

Aaron Griffin walked through the small pots into a grocery store on the side of the road.

With the "creak" of the wooden door opening and the "jingling" sound of the small bells on the curtain, a middle-aged woman sitting behind the counter knitting a sweater stood up and looked at this somewhat unfamiliar face.

Although the other party's strange hair color and dress made the proprietress feel a little nondescript, she still put down the things in her hand and asked very enthusiastically:

"Is there anything I can help with, young man? If you want to buy a flower pot too, you can take a look at the second shelf on the left, which is full of flower pots that I have carefully selected, and there is definitely something you are looking for. ”

Aaron glanced in her direction, then looked away, looked around the small shop, and asked:

"Ma'am, I need some garlic, preferably the kind that has been air-dried...... Oh yes! There are also green peppercorns, I also need a little bit of this, do you sell it here? ”

The woman first shook her head helplessly, and then when the other party's face showed a slight expression of disappointment, she spoke again:

"Little one, these things are not sold in the store, but if you need them, I can go to the kitchen and get some for you."

Aaron looked up at her in some surprise when he heard this, and then thanked her very happily.

The middle-aged woman went into the back room, and after a while, she came out again with two things.

"Thank you very much for your help, I've been looking for these two things since I came yesterday, but there are no items for sale in the store, thank you."

Aaron thanked him again, and then reached out to take a few of the plans and green peppercorns handed by the other party, opened a suitcase he had been carrying, and put them in.

The proprietress on the side glanced at the contents of the suitcase, and couldn't help but look a little strange, because she saw some strange items in it.

At this time, a wooden suitcase, with red cushions in it, and several props neatly placed in wooden columns, the middle-aged woman saw several familiar things just at a glance:

A cross, a dagger, a crossbow, a bottle of holy water, a Bible, and several stakes with crosses inscribed on them.

Now, there are 3 more cloves of garlic in the box, as well as a handful of green peppercorns.

Obviously, all of these things seem to have a strong purpose......

The middle-aged woman looked at the white-haired young man in front of her again, and finally couldn't help but ask:

"This ...... Child, do you prepare these ...... What exactly is it used for......? ”

Aaron, on the other hand, did not pay any attention to the strange tone in the other party's tone, and after arranging the garlic and green peppercorns neatly, he replied:

"Garlic is used against vampires, they hate the smell and buy me time in times of danger; Green peppercorns are used to deal with werewolves, and these guys have very smart noses, and if you sprinkle them with green peppercorns, they can make them miserable for a long time. ”

It's okay that he didn't explain, but after saying this, the middle-aged woman's gaze immediately became more strange when she looked at him, and it could be seen from the expression of "you are teasing me" on her face that the other party didn't believe his words at all.

And also saw Aaron's behavior as an older youth with moderate secondary two fantasy disorder.

"This ...... Are there really vampires and werewolves in the world? ”

"Yes!"

"So, are you going to hunt them?"

"That's right!"

The two of them were also very decisive in asking and answering, and Aaron was used to such things, and there was no big surprise.

He also tried to put himself on a calm and calm appearance, relocked the suitcase, and carried it in his hand.

"Thank you, ma'am, I don't know if I can ask you about a person whose name is Bernard Braun, and she must live here."

"Oh? What are you looking for her? ”

The proprietress looked wary.

Seeing this, Aaron took out a crumpled newspaper from his bosom, spread it out, pointed to a corner on it, and said:

"Here's her help-seeking information, I saw it here, and it also left her phone number and address, I contacted her, and planned to come and see, but when I got here, her phone suddenly couldn't get through, and many places in the town are old, I can't see clearly, I haven't found a place after looking for a day, so I want to confirm it with you."