"Knock, knock, knock. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info" There was a soft knock on the door, and Harry was standing in front of it.

Harry hadn't forgotten the kind old woman who provided them with a place to live, although this place was suspicious, but after all, this was someone's home, how could they ignore someone's home, greeting the owner was a basic etiquette, and it was also a kind of respect for people.

After a while, the door opened a crack, revealing only the kind old face of the old woman, and she smiled and asked, "Is there anything wrong?" ”

"Actually, it's not anything important, it's just that we've cooked a lot of food, and we'd like to invite you over to dinner with us, old woman, have you had dinner? Harry said, standing in front of the door.

It was so dark, and there was nothing to see inside, Harry said as he looked through the crack in the door, but apart from the old woman's kind face, the room was pitch black, was there no light, or was he sleeping?

The old woman smiled faintly, noticed Harry's gaze, opened the door, and the light from outside also shone in, beating her old waist and explaining, "I was just sleeping just now, after all, I am old, and I feel very tired at every turn." ”

"Well, we're sorry to disturb your rest. Harry said apologetically, through the light, the layout of the room Harry could also see clearly, a very small room, similar to the configuration of a single room, except for a bed, there was nothing, not even a window, which also explained why it was dark inside, he was really rude.

"It's okay, it's really lively outside, and it smells good, so my wife might as well be respectful." The old woman came out on crutches, and Harry hurried to help her to the table in the hall.

Everyone was waiting for Harry to come out, and the old woman sat next to Harry and had dinner with everyone, of course, not just eating, chatting and having fun.

"Are you all here to participate in the celebration of the white flowers, today is a big day, some big people from all over the imperial capital will come, although Your Majesty can't come because of some things, but it is still as lively as the previous celebrations. The old woman at the table said with a smile.

"Sort of, we're all here for the first time, and we've only heard of it a little, and I hope you can tell us more about what you don't understand. Kalia said as she put down her fork.

Indeed, Kalia and Lucy have only heard of this celebration, it is obviously a grand festival of the empire, many people have heard of it, but they don't understand what this celebration of white flowers is all about, Lucy is hearsay, in fact, she has never been here at all, and so is Kalia, at that time, Festria had not yet become a sword master, let alone the head of the guardian knights, who had just been in office for less than a few years and was sent to capture Shaman, the evil witch, how could she have time to participate in such a leisurely celebration.

Even the erudite Lucy and the almost omnipotent Kalia didn't know, not to mention Harry, who didn't know anything outside the window, and looked confused.

"In that case, then my wife will tell you about this white flower celebration. The old woman said.

The celebration of the white flower is a grand celebration of the empire, although it is very important, but it is obviously impossible for the whole country to participate, considering the long and winding road, as well as the war for many years, and other factors, more than half of the people can know that it is good, after all, the celebration of the white flower is the place where the powerful nobles and wealthy businessmen of the empire play, when His Majesty is present, these nobles are still somewhat restrained, and the celebration is very solemn and grand, but this year is different, Your Majesty does not come, naturally these nobles will not care so much, and the rich merchants are even more so, and all kinds of shops selling goods are all kinds of shops selling goods along the way into the city, with all kinds of advertisementsIf it weren't for the celebration, Harry would have thought they were in the business district.

Although this year is not as lively and solemn as the last time, there are still many people who come to Harry's imagination, otherwise it will be so full that they have to sleep on the street, if it is like the previous session, not only can you see Your Majesty, but also see several famous sword saints and magicians in the mainland, etc., as long as it is the most famous person in the mainland, it is possible to come here, and it is not common to watch the blooming of white flowers, it is a spectacle that only comes once in five years.

The celebration is a celebration, it is used to celebrate, and there must be a warm-up activity before watching, but the old woman mysteriously kept silent, and simply brought it over, saying that Harry and they should feel it well, if they say it themselves, the effect will be weakened a lot, so Harry and they can only keep their curiosity and listen to her, but they are inexplicably curious about this celebration.

According to the old woman's words, Harry's general impression of the celebration was that they had no other thoughts except for important flower viewing and some activities, but they were more curious about the beginning of the celebration, what it would be like.

"Knock, knock, knock. The bell rang loudly three times, as if to indicate something, and the old woman stopped talking, and squinted her eyes out of the door, and Harry, who was listening to the old woman's speech, also looked out of the door, but in front of the door there was only a wall left, and there was only night.

"Children, the celebration is about to begin, and you won't be able to see it when it's late. The old woman looked at Harry and said kindly.

"The celebration is about to begin?!, how is it so fast?" said Harry, as he stopped biting on the bread and swallowed the bread in his mouth.

"It's not early, hurry up, you can't see it if you're late." The old woman got up from her seat, picked up the cane that was placed next to the stool, and walked slowly to her room.

"Aren't you going to see it?" asked Harry.

"It's not like I haven't seen it, my mother-in-law is old, and it's inconvenient to participate in your young people's activities, so I'll go back and rest. The old woman waved her hand and walked into the room.

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"I want to go, damn it. The woman with long fiery red hair was lying on the railing of the balcony, her white skirt and hair dancing in the wind, the moon in the night sky was bigger and brighter than ever, and the woman said weakly as she rested her chin on her arm.

"Lord Festeria, there's no way around it, and honestly I'd love to go. A handsome man with long blond hair walked in from behind, took an overcoat, and carefully draped it over her.

"Well, we'll have to wait for the next time. Festeria sighed.

Then someone shouted enthusiastically from below, "Festria, although we can't go to the White Flower Festival together, I have specially arranged a welcome party for you, you will definitely like it!"

The man shouting downstairs was naturally the yellow-haired Lauren, who was holding a large bouquet of blooming fiery red flowers in his hand.

"That wave, blast him out for me. Festria got up from the railing, said to Nabo downstairs, and turned into the house without looking at him.

"Listen to me, let me in!" said Lauren hurriedly to the short, sturdy brown man with a bare upper body who stopped in front of him.

"Well, I'm sorry, Marquis Lauren, you understand. Nabo put a pair of large hands on Lauren's shoulders and smiled meaningfully.

"Hey, you're not the same as last time, you should know who I am, Nabo. Lauren said as she looked directly at Nabo.

"Of course, Marquis Lauren, one of Duke Myron's favorite children, there is no one who does not know. Said in a flattering voice.

Lauren nodded in satisfaction, and then, there was no more......

"Ah!" said a man who rolled out of the doorway of a mansion and stopped beside a carriage in front of the door, where the old butler who was waiting hurried forward to pick up the man on the ground.