On this day, the whole Bretburg is lit up inside and outside, jubilant, crowded and lively.

Several small symphony orchestras are scattered throughout the estate, playing light-hearted and upbeat songs in the open air. Neat and well-dressed male and female waiters are constantly flowing in the crowd and are dedicated to providing the most satisfactory service to everyone. The food and wine are neatly placed everywhere in a unique way for guests to enjoy at any time.

People dressed up greeted each other warmly, talked pleasantly, and laughed heartily. After the most basic etiquette greetings, the people eagerly talked about the hottest topic of the day: the God Butcher vs. the Warden!

"Have you heard? This time the God Butcher has won a great victory. I just don't know what happened to those aliens?"

"What else?

The rise of the God Butcher is so fast. It's only been a few years of hard work, and the last time it was a pyrrhic victory, and this time there wasn't even a single injury, it was a completely overwhelming victory!"

"Hey, have you heard? This time it seems that the Pan God Skeleton Demon has also appeared.

That guy, it's so cheap for him to die like that, the God Butcher should capture him alive, execute him publicly, and broadcast it live from the world, what a happy thing it will be. ”

"But isn't it? The killing created by the Pan God Skeleton Demon can't be finished for ten days and ten nights.

Alas, those people, so pitiful. Now, it can be regarded as avenging them, may they all rest in heaven. ”

"Hey, Mr. Elton, what a fortune it would be if your media conglomerate could obtain the exclusive rights to publicly execute Pan's Divine Skeleton Demon!"

"Dear lady, in fact, everyone has this idea, but unfortunately, the God Butcher didn't give us a chance. ”

"Hmph, damn aliens, my cousin's family in San Francisco, USA, encountered that damn Christmas zombie night, and their whereabouts are still unknown.

Oh, my poor little niece, she's only five years old!"

"Alas, don't mention those sad pasts, today is a day of celebration, let's talk about some happy things!"

"Oh, look, it's so noisy over there, everyone is rushing in the direction of the castle, and the celebration seems to have officially begun.

Let's go, if you don't hurry up, there won't be a good spot, and I want to take a few decent photos!"

......

The open space in the garden in front of the castle has been transformed into a huge square, densely packed with nearly 3,000 chairs, which is now full. On the periphery of the square, there were countless people crowding, stretching their necks and standing on tiptoe, trying to look towards the castle gate.

The host of the celebration is a well-known talk show host in the circle: Will. There were a lot of people who were more qualified to preside over the event than him, but Mr. Will was able to stand out from the crowd of candidates because of his uniqueness.

Because he is proficient in Chinese.

It is this advantage of Mr. Will that makes the interaction between the guests and the God Butcher avoid the troublesome third-party translation link, and ensures the smoothness and enjoyment of the event to the greatest extent.

In fact, Dongfang Chen himself can also act as a translator, but his eloquence is far inferior to Will, who was born as a talk show host. And time has passed, for nearly thirty years, Dongfang Chen has been in a state of derailment from the world, he doesn't know what is still popular in the world today, and he doesn't understand many language stalks in the English context, so he dispelled this idea early.

Will is a small man with a two-pronged mustache that makes people laugh at all looks.

He walked quickly to the front of the stage and used an opening remark to mobilize the atmosphere of the scene: "Ladies and gentlemen, good morning. I'm Will, the host, and I'm honored that the organizers have given me the opportunity to share this event with you.

As you know, the world changed a while ago, and there was a lot of commotion everywhere.

Nobody cares about stocks, housing prices, jobs, education, industry. Because the bosses who manipulate these things behind their backs are unemployed. ”

The audience silently burst into laughter......

Will paused for a moment and continued, "What I said is true, and it's serious.

Later, no one even watched the TV show. I really don't understand how no one is watching TV.

Obviously, as everyone knows, I was also unemployed. ”

A burst of laughter......

"My mother said to me, "Son, don't stay at home all the time, go out and have some fun, make yourself happy."

Seeing that I was unmoved, my mother said again: Then I will go to the store outside to get some food, we can't starve to death at home.

I'm guilty: I'm sorry, Mom, I really can't afford to buy you something.

My mother comforted me: Buy? Oh no, don't worry, my child, I don't need money.

I asked a couple of eighty-year-old sisters to go to the supermarket to rob them, otherwise what do you think you have eaten in the past two years of unemployment?

I have to hurry, the supermarket closes at 5pm.

Okra stewed with green beans for dinner!"

Laughter......

Will waited for the laughter to subside, and said with a look of resentment, "My mother actually went to rob it?

But I just don't dare to go out, if I appear outside, or wander on the road at will, I will be dragged into a religion that I don't know what it is called.

They all advised me that there was no need to believe in the old gods anymore, but to convert to a group of gods that could be seen and touched, just like them.

To this, I just want to say one thing affectionately: F, U, C, K, Y, O, U!"

Loud applause......

Will slowly lowered his middle finger arm, his face turned red, and then said excitedly: "A group of gods who can see, touch, and slaughter us at will, can they still be called gods?"

NO......

"Can a group of gods who are sneaky, callous, and who have watched us suffer from hunger, cold, disease, natural disasters, wars, pain, and confusion for millions of years, and take pleasure in them?"

NO......

"Can a group of gods who do not see that we have thought, freedom, development, self-confidence, resistance, evolution, hope, and a future can still be called gods?"

NO......

"Can a group of gods who can be killed by us still be called gods?"

NO......

"They are not gods, they are robbers, they are thieves, they are scourges, they are slave owners!

They have invaded our homeland for millions of years and have been planning for one thing: to enslave us, to trample us under our feet for generations, to make us ...... forever

Can't stand up!"

YES......

"Now, the Savior who led us against the darkness has appeared, the heroes who can kill the false gods have stepped forward, and the pioneers who can create our bright future have been born.

They are ......"

God Butcher ......

"Now, we invite our protagonist today: the God Butcher to make a shining appearance!

Let's give the stage to these heroes!"