The six pickled cows were carried by the bonfire by the cart—if not the militia escort, Roland suspected that when the cart crossed the crowd, the whole cow would be separated by the enthusiastic crowd.

This was also all the stock in the basement of his castle, and Roland felt that he was in tears when he thought that there would be no meat chops to eat before the next merchant ship arrived.In order to complete this celebration, he took out the family.

The royal chef brought from the royal capital was only responsible for the som and supervised the fire, and the barbecue task was entrusted to the six strong people in the militia team to complete.A iron rod was inserted from the mouth of the cow into the body and placed on the brick table beside the fire.The flames were burning, and the heat wave could be felt two or three meters away.Soon the sound of the whole cow's skin was nourishing, and the grease came out of the pores, giving off a seductive aroma.

Of course, the barbecue can not let everyone wait, under Roland's motion, the iron axe with a team of militia members appeared.

Those gorgeous and complex court dances do not apply to such occasions, there is no long training, even the action essentials may not be remembered, let alone show beautiful dances.In order to ensure that it is easy to understand while enjoying themselves, the sand folk dance is obviously more in line with the taste of the common people.

Only the iron axe and the team members crossed their waists with their hands, and one of them crossed the arms of the right side of the companion, forming a ring of buckle, and lined up around the fire in two circles.With the accompaniment—that is, several high low horns sounded—they began to move clockwise, and every time they took a step, the other foot kicked forward, shouting “hello!”

“Is that what you mean by dance?”Carter rolled his eyes, “Is this a dance?”

"Of course, and it's easy to remember that the militia team mastered the pace in only a quarter of an hour last night," laughed Roland, "do you want to go up and try it?"

Carter shook his head and refused.He only felt as if something had broken up in his heart—no more, that lovely beautiful girl, that slightly sad memory of youth.

The other militia members took a slap, followed the dancers' footsteps, and each round brought a round of applause.The rhythm of the strong rhythm drove the crowd, and they reached out and did it.As the applause grew faster, the iron axe and the team's rotation speed was getting higher and higher, and the human ring began to show signs of dislocation, not long after, a team member accidentally fell, and then fell with a group of people, and the rotation suddenly stopped.The crowd froze, but the applause of the militia did not stop at all, but became like a storm.

The iron axe lifted up the fallen team and shouted to the crowd: "Everyone can see it clearly?"Does anyone want to try it?Falling even if the round ends!Those who join the dance can share a sweet and delicious honey barbecue, and the longer they stick to it, the more weight of the meat will be!”

If the nobles and the big family invite, the town people will not necessarily participate - subconsciously, they are always high, regard the common people as grass, and it is common to regret what they promise.But when they saw the militia members, the familiar villagers and neighbors who were beckoning to themselves on weekdays, they could not stop each other.

With the first, there will soon be the second and the third.A new round of dances began again, but this time, most of the dancers were replaced by the masses.Although the action is simple, everyone enjoys it, plus honey barbecue as a reward, the participants have shown the best performance.

This is exactly what Roland wanted to see.

In addition to the barbecue, there is also bread, fish cakes, and malt, which will be distributed after the beef is distributed, and the celebration will continue until the evening, but Roland will not stay here all the time.He arranged for Carter to take charge of on-site security, and the Assistant Minister came to make a speech for the closing, and then left.

He also had a private feast to attend, in the back garden of the castle.

When the evening came, the garden was still brightly lit.

Like the middle of the square, a bonfire was lit here.The difference is that the chicken used for barbecue is all cut into pieces.The seasoning and oil are also their own configuration, completely imitating the eating of wild barbecue.This novel self-help method makes the witches love it, of course, in Roland's eyes, the same is a rare wonder - for example, Anna put the chicken nuggets on the ingredients and wrapped it directly with the green fire, and in an instant can burn a piece of incense-sprayed chicken.The nightingale showed her incredible knife skills, the knife was hidden in her hand, flying up and down around the chicken, and peeling, the bones fell completely.

Of course, there are wines, and these bottled wines from the town of Willow are clearly more suitable for women’s tastes than malt.Lightning alone drank half a bottle, although Roland wanted to say that minors are forbidden to drink, but she held the bottle floating in mid-air, dissuasion is difficult to achieve, he thought about it.

Halfway through the barbecue, Roland felt drunk.He leaned back in his chair and looked at the smiling girls in front of him, and suddenly felt very relieved.This is the life that the prince should have, he thought, for the witches.They should not be used as the object of hunting, if they are placed in the era before they travel, I am afraid that they are dazzling focus wherever they go.And all they can do now is to let them live a normal life in this square place.

Just then, the lightning drifted down, sitting directly on Roland's lap, and when he had not yet reacted, he put his cheeks on his mouth and kissed it.

Although this action was very fast, it was still captured by a dry witch.

She flew away with a smile, saw Anna, the Nightinging, and Wendy looked at themselves in amazement, and waved their hands and explained: "At the banquet of the fjord, the woman can take the initiative to kiss the leader at the banquet that celebrates victory."My father would let me kiss him every time.“Doesn’t the castle have this habit?”

"Certainly not," Roland's drunkenness awoke for the most part, "uh... cough, lightning, you're drunk, hurry up and go back to sleep!"

"How is it possible," protested the lightning, "when I sailed, I used to drink with everyone, and never lost."

Roland had to turn to the witch, and he looked at Wendy, who nodded, rolled up a downward current, and blew the lightning down.As she was about to fall, Wendy took the first two steps and hugged the girl, ignoring her clamoring in her arms, and went straight to the castle.

“I don’t care, she just drank too much.You go on eating, and there's dessert."Rolandon felt a little embarrassed by the atmosphere, especially Anna's look at her own eyes, making him feel that a cold had risen from the sole of her feet.All that was not affected was Nanawa, who was still intent on roasting the chicken wings in her hand, as if nothing had happened.

When the bonfire was gradually extinguished, Roland let the Nightingale escort Nanawa home, went to the well to wash his face with cold water, and was ready to go back to sleep.This little episode Roland did not pay attention to, in his view, the lightning is only a minor child.

But when he reached the door of the bedroom on the third floor, the prince's heart jumped.

He saw Anna by the door.