"Would you love to go?"

Arthur turned his head, and Char was standing behind him, wearing a dark red coat and a pair of boots.

"Actually, it's not that you can't go." He said.

Hearing this, Arthur's eyes widened slightly, and his face showed some expectation.

"Really?"

"There are a lot of people in the town now, and when there are more people, it is easier to fish in troubled waters." Char said.

Joining in the fun stems from the racial instinct in his blood, how could he miss this kind of big festival.

Jingle bells.

With the bell of the four-color wheel, the door opened, and Alicia walked in through the door of the imperial capital, carrying some vegetables and meat in her hand.

She opened her mouth and complained, "The prices in the imperial capital are too expensive. ”

"Alicia!" Arthur excitedly said, "Char said we can go to the Dionysian sacrifice!" ”

Alicia looked at Char with some confusion, "But, what about the Witch of the Wilderness?" ”

"So we're going to disguise it." Char raised her hand and patted her clothes, and her appearance began to change under the gaze of the two.

His hair has become longer, he is simply tied behind his head by a belt, and he has a delicate mustache on his face, and he looks like a middle-aged gentleman in his thirties.

Char raised her hand and used her magic power to tap on Alicia, and the clothes on her body began to change rapidly, turning into a long gray dress.

Her hair darkened, her face wrinkled a lot, and she became a woman of about forty years old, still charming.

Looking at the two of them who had completely changed their appearances, Arthur shouted with some excitement.

"What about me, what about me?"

"The Witch of the Wilderness doesn't know you, why do you want to change?" Char said.

"Ahh

Arthur hunched his back, bent his neck, and replied in frustration.

"It's not a masquerade ball, what are you doing in disguise?" Alicia said amusedly.

Char smiled and turned the doorknob, and the sound of people surging in the street came from outside.

"Let's go."

"You're going to leave me a demon at home again." Cassifer seemed a little unhappy.

"After all, we can't take you away, can we?" Alicia said, "Don't worry, Cassifer, we'll be back soon." ”

Cassifer snorted twice, but didn't respond.

They can't participate in the parade of floats, and they can't squeeze in the surging crowds at all, but they can still participate in the carnival.

Fortunately, they had been here for a few days, so they were familiar with the roads and were able to walk directly through the crowds to the swamp.

They walked through the alleys, but it was already afternoon when the floats paraded, so night had fallen.

As they continued on, through the streets, the brightly lit town was gradually being left behind.

As the night darkens, the swamp is cold and damp, smelling of earth and salt.

Under the light of the moon and the Milky Way, the sea shimmered and flickered, and the water surged backwards with a soft salsa sound.

The endless plain unfolded in front of them, and Char couldn't see clearly, more of a feeling.

He saw a pale white mist and a pale glimmer of light over the pools, puddles of water one after the other, forming a shallow skyline in the distance.

They were shrouded in a huge, vast sky, and the Milky Way was like a cloud of mist rising from a swamp, and stars twinkled inside.

Although the swamp is called a swamp, it is safe to get close to the town, and the swamp that can really swallow people is some distance from here.

Not far away was a large clearing, brightly lit, with many torches stuck in the edges, and the clearing was covered with long cloths full of all kinds of food, mostly meat.

A feast is a banquet in which one is seated on the ground.

In the middle of the clearing, a lot of wood has been built into a small tower.

Crates and crates of fine wine were moved to the grounds, and Char saw Mr. Foster, whom he had seen yesterday.

While moving the barrel to the designated place, he chatted with the old man who was resting on the cloth not far away.

"Uncle Foster!"

Hearing a voice behind him, Foster turned his head and saw Arthur.

"Yo, Arthur, where's your family?"

"They didn't come." Arthur said.

"You're coming alone to the Dionysian sacrifice?" Foster frowned, "This is not a place for children to come alone. ”

"I came with them." Arthur pointed to Char and Alicia, "They are my relatives who came to participate in the Dionysian sacrifice. ”

Foster nodded at Char and Lycia, "Hello, my name is Foster. ”

"My name is Aaron." Char said.

"My name is Sia." Alicia said.

Char looked at the pile of wine barrels behind him and said, "You guys are very lucky, I saw you moving yesterday." ”

"The owner of the winery here will pay us." Foster smiled honestly, "After all, I'm about to have a baby, and I always have to make more money for him." ”

"Speaking of children." Foster pointed to the old man beside him, "His name is Hank, are you from the imperial capital?" Old Hank's son is also studying at your Imperial Capital Natural Academy. ”

"Faculty of Nature?" Alicia raised her eyes in surprise, "That's the second school after the aristocratic school." ”

Hank didn't speak, just smiled happily, and seemed to be very proud of his son.

He looked to be about sixty years old, with black hair, a shabby white shirt, sweat all over his body, a sun-tan black face, sparse yellow teeth in his grinning mouth, and a very simple smile.

"However, it's not cheap to study in the imperial capital, right?" Alicia said.

"yes." "You see," said Foster, "old Hank, who is only in his fifties, is like a man in his sixties, who gets up at six o'clock in the morning and goes back at twelve o'clock in the evening.

I was reluctant to eat well, and I didn't change my clothes often, so I asked someone to send it to my son as soon as I had money. ”

After a pause, he said, "But this year, his son will come back, and those who have graduated from natural school can go to work in the church at worst, so they won't have to worry about eating and drinking from now on." ”

Alicia nodded, "It's kind of bittersweet." ”

"That's fine." Old Hank raised his eyebrows.

"Look at your smugness." Foster laughed and scolded, "My son or daughter will definitely be admitted to the School of Nature in the future." ”

"Then you're going to have to save up sooner." Hank said, "It's not going to be as tired as I am." ”

While they were chatting, a gray-haired old man with a torch walked through them to the center, it was Rogert, the mayor of the town, and the woman next to him was his wife.

She is also very old, and she is very rich.

Or, to use a more brutal analogy, an adult pig may not be as big as this tonnage.

Char thinks that the god of wine will not like to marry her.

Rogette took the torch and threw it into the middle of the wooden tower, which had been sprinkled with oil.

At that moment, a huge pillar of fire rose into the sky.

The firelight illuminated the swamp and illuminated the faces of the people who had come from the town.

The once empty plains became crowded. The government had no choice but to choose the banquet venue here, there were too many people.

As the bonfire is lit, it is also a sign that the carnival is about to begin.

Foster hurriedly pulled them to the place he had already occupied and sat down, although the cloth was large enough for people to sit casually, but there were more people, so if you didn't want to sit in the swamp and get your ass dirty, it was the best choice to grab the seat in advance.

Foster enthusiastically took a few wooden goblets from one side, filled them with wine from the barrels placed at intervals, and handed them to Alicia and Char.

Mrs. Foster apparently did not come, she was just pregnant, and was not fit to come to such a place.

The party was quiet at first, with the food and drinks the town had to offer.

But then, the sound of melodious music came from all around, and the orchestra that had just arrived on the float was here, and the Scottish organ and Irish whistle were particularly distinct.

The group of men and women who had just been on the float, dressed like Spartan warriors and women of the mountains and forests, walked out to the cheers of the people and began to sing this year's Dionysian hymn.

The rhythm was very cheerful, they sang and danced, walked into the crowd, waved their hands and signaled the people around them to sing along with them.

The people had already drunk a lot of alcohol, and they jumped and sang along with the stimulation of the alcohol.

As the aroma of wine gradually spreads, the banquet is also gradually restless.

"Get drunk like that, like Dionysus

One hand is a wine glass, and the other is a Bacchus scepter

In the transparent crystal wine glass, the water is full of art

Art is wine, drink it and get drunk

There is absolutely no such thing as a breath of spitting

Until the sun rises!

Until sleepiness hits! ”

Sing again

Drink again

We are born again! ”

The cheerful singing and the gradually boiling banquet infected Arthur and Alicia.

They also began to get excited, singing along with the crowd and jumping for joy.

The singing came to a climax.

The singer shouted excitedly and enthusiastically.

"The pain of life!"

The people who lived in this town raised their glasses in their hands in tacit agreement and shouted together.

"Drink it all!"

Then he drank the wine in his hand.

The singer continued to shout loudly.

"The sorrow of parting!"

This time, people from other places also learned, and shouted excitedly as they raised their wine glasses together.

"Drink it all!"

"All the suffering!"

Everyone raised their wine glasses, and in the midst of cheers, people shouted excitedly and enthusiastically.

"Drink it all in one !!"

Char watched all this quietly, and the feast reached its climax at this moment, the music was continuous, and people writhed their bodies at will, using their best dance steps to vent their emotions wantonly.

The cheers came and went, even overshadowing the music a few times, but he liked the feeling of being quiet in the middle of nowhere.

He had thought that Dionysian Day was just an ordinary celebratory feast, but he listened to the cheers of the people around him, and the lyrics.

Char felt that the Dionysian sacrifice should have some special spiritual significance for the people of this town.

"You're a little out of place with the rest of the people."

Hearing this, Char turned his head and spoke as a thin and strange old man of sixty or seventy years old, whose clothes were more shabby than that of the porter Hank, like a beggar.

He sat next to Char, lazily leaning against a large wine barrel, his face was slightly red, he looked slightly drunk, but his eyes were bright.

"I prefer to be alone and quiet." Char said.

But the old man shook his head, "No, no, your heart is going to be more hollow." ”

In Char's eagle eye perspective, everyone around him was dim, but only the old man in front of him was an incomparably brilliant gold.

The mystical streamer swirled around him, like the stars on the ground.

Char had seen a similar gold color in another being, and his name was Thanatos.

Char's eyes flashed slightly, but she didn't say anything......