"It's noon today, the Roden-Ross Fair!" said the child standing in the middle of the main road as he handed out leaflets to passers-by, repeating the phrase, but he didn't feel the hard work at all, after all, the copper satre in his pocket was very heavy. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Copper satre is a small currency that circulates on the continent of Calradia. The dinar was gold and worth so much that 25 dinars could buy enough bread for a caravan for a day. But you can't buy a cabbage with a dinar of such a high value, for no other reason than to find change. The people were not stupid, and naturally it was impossible to really exchange a dinar for a cabbage, so at that time, people could only choose to split the dinar coin into two halves, or four halves, eight halves, which is the origin of half a dinar. However, after all, it was a human action, and the coin was not large, so it was impossible to split the ground so accurately, so there were always people who wanted to buy things with the small half of the dinar, and the merchants were certainly not willing to suffer a loss. When one of them has a temper, fists become the best negotiation tool. So, in the Swadia proverb, there is such a sentence: "Half a dinar provokes a war." "Describe a major event caused by trivial things.

The shrewd Salanders had long been dissatisfied with the fact that the Swadians and Virgians held the right to mint coinage, and they knew very well what a benefit this was. So, after a long period of trial and thought, they found that the dinar had existed for centuries, and its monetary supremacy could not be shaken, however, the whole of Calradia was in a state of blank state when it came to a low amount of currency, and the Salanders quickly seized the opportunity.

At that time, the Sultan ordered the issuance of two currencies, silver meru and copper sat, and prescribed a reasonable exchange rate, and as Salander's caravans gradually flowed into the local markets, they received a good response. In this way, Silver Meru and Bronze Sartre gradually replaced the "half dinar". It was only later that Muratud established Allah and declared silver a sacred metal that could not be used for purposes other than ceremonies, so silver meru was outlawed. Thus, the copper satyr thus monopolized the hegemony of small currencies.

The pedestrian, confused, took the flyer, and wrote in detail the time, place, and some playable items on the leaflet, which was filled out in various bright colors, followed by the striking text, "Let's celebrate this great festival!" and then a large bright red arrow and a line of small letters, "Follow the arrow!"

He looked up and saw that the walls of the tents on both sides of the street were covered with identical leaflets, all pointing straight in the same direction. Curiously taking two steps forward, I saw a brightly dressed girl carrying a small basket, distributing fruits and honey to the children around her, and beside her, there was also a sign identical to the leaflet, and the arrow also pointed in that direction.

His curiosity was completely aroused, and he continued to walk forward to a junction, where there was no more little girl with sugar, but a clown who threw a ball, oh no, a clown who threw a fruit, and the ball that was about to be thrown into a round wheel turned out to be oranges and apples, all fresh fruits from Rhodok! From time to time, he deliberately threw away one or two, attracting the coaxing of the surrounding civilians. Of course, the clown also has a flyer on his chest, follow the arrow!

So, following the arrow, I saw a few children handing out leaflets, entertainers pretending to be mythological figures, and knights dueling in the streets, and of course, there were flyers "follow the arrow" around them or on their armor.

Finally, when he had been dazzled by this short road, he finally saw the long-awaited place, the Rodon Ross garden party, with a large rosette sign nailed to the very top of the camp gate.

The Fire Eaters, who were standing on both sides of the gate to greet customers, suddenly spat out two pillars of flames, which startled him, and then he saw the scene inside the gate, except for a huge tent in the middle of the camp, all kinds of small stalls and tents were covered on both sides, and the lively crowd had already packed the camp to the brim.

Walking into the camp, there is the main entrance of the big tent in front of you, with a circus sign hanging on the door, and a striking sign on the side: "All customers who hold circus tickets will enjoy a 10% discount on other amusement items!"

The pedestrian touched his beard as if it were a good deal, so he pulled out a dinar and entered the door.

When he came out, he was content with his ticket and a bag of nuts. Although it is not as big as the pomp in the city, and the shows are all "the same three things", the performance is not bad. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel impetuous, the woman who had just danced was so coquettish, the slender thighs raised high, tsk, he couldn't help but look at the tent behind the camp where the circus was resting, this is the camp of the Sadesai people, it should not be difficult to enjoy the night style. What's next, what should we do?, he thought, and looked around for a moment. First of all, I was attracted by the smell of barbecue, and I was about to walk there, but I found that there was already a long queue in front of the stall, and some tourists were standing in the long line with barbecue skewers to eat, and I didn't know how many times I had queued up. And the strong man who was busy with the barbecue really wanted to give birth to a few more hands, and his body was oily and slippery, and it was estimated that when the stall closed today, he himself was almost ripe.

Next to the barbecue stall is a wine stall, a few simple tables and chairs, and a large barrel to open it. Guests are drinking and chatting here, and by the way, they drink barbecued meat, fruits, walnuts and the like bought next door. However, this simple table and chair is obviously not enough, and many people have to stand and laugh, laughing and laughing from time to time with the aroma of wine and meat, which makes the person who has just finished watching the performance a little hungry. Fortunately, there are not so many people at the wheat cake stall on the very edge, so it's good to buy two to fill your stomach.

Just as he was lining up for the barbecue with the wheat cakes, he noticed that the other side of the camp seemed to be no more deserted than here. He curiously went over to take a look, good fellow, there were more people over there, most of them were like him, holding the food they had just bought, eating and strolling.

If it is said that it is a "food stall", this side is a street of amusement. There are jugglers performing their tricks here, which attracts a lot of shouting, and there are also high-pitched trumpets or rhythmic drumbeats from monkey or snake dancers.

There was a large stall with several targets, and a stout man with a pot helmet and dressed like a Rhodok soldier was helping a little boy to teach him how to use crossbow arrows. The little boy didn't have enough strength, and the recoil of the crossbow machine caused him to fall crookedly, and the arrow simply shot at another target, causing a burst of laughter from the crowd of onlookers. The GI was not annoyed, however, and touched the child's head, then took out a small wooden carving from his pocket as a comfort.

A little further aside, there are rows of armor racks or hangers, and some tourists are chatting and laughing, picking out all kinds of clothes, and then entering a small tent in a hidden place. Next to the hanger, three painters sat neatly, sweating profusely to apply paint to the canvas, and in front of them, stood people in disguise in various forms. The one on the left, dressed in a fur coat and wearing a Nord helmet, with axes in both hands, his knees slightly bent, glaring ahead, looking at the menacing eyes, sweaty face and trembling legs, probably unable to hold on, was very angry at the artist's rubbing. The one on the right was much more intelligent, dressed in light leather armor and a scout's leather helmet, with one foot on the barrel, one hand on his knee in a lookout position, and the other hand hanging down naturally, holding a short bow. And the painter is also smart, this gentleman who was originally very ordinary-looking is heroic in the painting, and the background is also a lofty mountain, and under the cliff at his feet, there is an army that winds its way forward. The middle one was very romantic, he was dressed in heavy armor, holding Agna's helmet and standing with a sword, and a beautiful woman in a Swadian court dress snuggled against his shoulder, looking like a bird. It's just that his kugit-style pigtails add a touch of humor to the picture. Behind these three groups of people, there is also a line of tourists dressed in various clothes.

Just as the tourists sighed, a richly dressed nobleman with a group of soldiers wearing Kugit rider armor rushed into the garden party camp. When the surrounding tourists saw this scene, they immediately panicked and avoided it. It's just that the soldiers seem to be very disgraceful to their lords, either snorting and snorting constantly, or casting hostile glances at the pair snuggled up to each other on the other side of the stall. From a distance, the lady was already shivering, and the man dressed as a knight was still standing straight, but his legs were already shaking.

When the nobleman saw this, he felt deeply embarrassed. However, he was not an unkind person, so he simply made a gesture and let the soldiers have fun by themselves, and the surrounding tourists saw that this group of soldiers was just here to play, and immediately relieved themselves, and the camp immediately resumed the scene of tourists. As for the nobleman, he was not attracted by any of the stalls, and carried a horsewhip in his hand, and went around the stalls, and finally found his target in the back camp: the resting place of the circus leader, a tent full of laughter.

Anger began to rise in his eyes when he heard the laughter inside, especially when he heard a familiar voice. He opened the curtain, and sure enough, he saw the man drinking from his heart's content with a wooden cup.

The person next to him saw someone break in, first displeased, when he saw the clothes of the person who came, his face immediately turned pale, and he got up with his knees bent and saluted, only the person smiled and raised his glass to the nobleman, "Yo, buddy, I didn't expect you to be here too!" ”

Hearing this, the nobleman couldn't help but be furious, and even the trembling merchants around him could hear his breathing like a bellows, "I said, Mu, have you forgotten what I invited you for? Now the sun is setting!"

When Mu heard this, his expression immediately fell into a sluggishness, and after a long time, he said with a smile:

"I'm sorry, I forgot. ”

As the most sacred tribe in the entire Kujit, the Elder Camp naturally would not crowd outside the city of Rana with those civilians. In fact, the location of the winter festival divined by Dabie is not exactly the city of Lana, but somewhere north of the city of Lana. Now, the Elder Camp is stationed there.

And today, when the sky was still dark, the sacred camp was full of people. Judging from the costumes, they are all very status characters such as Na Yan, Xiao Na Yan, Farewell Concubine, and Farewell Concubine of various tribes. They sat around the tall totem pole and waited for the dawn to break.

However, if you look at it from a distance, you will find that there are two guys in this group who have the wrong style of painting, and two dark brown dots suddenly appear in a row of black pressed heads, which cannot be said to be insignificant. Fortunately, at the strong request of Almaty, Mu still changed into a traditional Kugit robe, at least in terms of color to be consistent with others, while Aigna stubbornly wore a Swadia-style dress, mixed in with a group of Kujits, which looked particularly eye-catching. However, everyone knew that this girl was from a Swadian aristocratic background, so they didn't care about her because of the boring self-esteem of the Ryordians.

Mu yawned slightly, blinked his eyelids, and stared listlessly at the totem pole in front of him. After being caught in the city last night, he was caught by all the bigwigs in Kugit and drank until midnight. Mu shook his head, hoping that he would be sober, and he didn't know how many trade secrets were pit out by those bastards yesterday when he was half-drunk and half-awake.

"Boss," Aigna knelt beside Mu and reminded in a low voice, "It's not the usual time, please keep your appearance in check." ”

Mu turned her head and saw the radiant female knight, knowing that she had slept well last night. Mu sighed, glared at her with envious dark circles under her eyes, and then continued to stare at the totem pole, holding on to keep herself from falling asleep.

As the sun rises, the horizon gradually glows with a golden luster, and the light becomes more and more vivid, gradually giving the totem a golden edge. Only then did the merchants discover the mystery of the totem: the totem was very tall, four or five times higher than the tent, and they did not know how they were erected. Moreover, this totem looks very new, the lacquer color is still bright, there are no flaws, and some of the carved carvings are still angular and have not been rounded by the years in the slightest.

Hey, that's not right. The top of the totem has been a little painted, from a distance, it has been a little mottled, the paint color of the edges and corners has even been worn off, and further down, the various patterns are becoming more and more vivid, more and more angular.

It seems that this totem was carved over a long period of time. He looked closely, and sure enough. At the top, the Kugit cavalry swept across the village on the snowfield, a little below, the competition was a tournament, and a little below, the Kugit cavalry and the Vigia cavalry clashed, and then the Kugit siege, and all kinds of carvings were arranged at a time, until the end, everyone gathered around the towering totem, and the major events that happened during the year were all available in the totem.

"Awesome," Mu couldn't help but sigh softly. It seems that this old man's camp was more of a historian than a priest. It's just that they used wood and stone instead of paper to record the history of Kugit. Almaty, on the other side, heard the merchant's sigh, and couldn't help but feel a burst of pride, poked Mu, and whispered, "Amazing!"