Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

On the seventh day of the red-tailed griffins, the triennial hymn procession will be held across the continent.

This day is not only a carnival on a rare rest day for people, but also a carnival for making money after the torch is lit at night for businesses.

Hawley led Wilmer around a few days ago to buy ingredients, just for today.

During the whole day, except for the normal sales of alcoholic beverages such as liquor in the Golden Rose store, he directly closed the tavern.

This move was beyond everyone's expectations. The employees went to celebrate the festival happily, while the diners outside the door were stunned at a wooden board next to the closing sign.

"... Normal business at night. From now on, the barbecue will be held in Dormont Port..."

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The main city of Qiuta is surrounded by many summer flowers today, especially the main road, which is filled with griffin and red-tailed flowers on both sides of the road. At first glance, it seems that the ground is covered with golden autumn maple leaves.

Holly and Wilmer were surrounded by flowers and squeezed between the crowds.

"Hold me." Holly stretched out his hand, but found that his wrist was firmly clasped.He turned his head to look at Wilmer, and in the eye sockets of the half-mask, a pair of red eyes gleamed in the sun.

With a low laugh, he turned around and acquiesced in the other party's "catching" him in this way.

Today's main road is crowded with people, but everyone consciously avoids walking on both sides and voluntarily gives way to the central road.

Find a good place to stand still, and the two wait side by side hand in hand.

Noon has passed, and the midsummer sun is still shining brightly, illuminating the whole city.

In the distance, like singing in a dream, riding a light wind, there are singing voices floating in the sky.

The singing came one after another, and it spread here.Many people put their fists together on their chests, closed their eyes reverently, and sang along with the crowd.

Holly stood upright, watching all this with interest.In his previous life, he basically spent his entire life in the Knights Order. He was in charge of guarding the order outside the city.

No one wanted to disturb the atmosphere at the moment, and even the conversation was whispered.

Wilmer on the side also looked at it calmly, but he was looking at Holly.

He didn't know why he thought this way, they came out to play.He had a panoramic view of Holly's expression—like a visitor from a different place, watching the surrounding things curiously.

The other party seems to be familiar with everything, and knows other things that everyone doesn't know.But for some things that should be known, he is extremely unfamiliar and ignorant.

After getting along for more than three years, Wilmer felt that he couldn't understand Holly more and more.

"Here we come." His ears warmed up, and he heard Holly approaching, and said in a low voice.

Unconsciously curling up his fingers, Wilmer tightly clasped the firm and soft arm in his hand.The warm touch under the palm made his hand burn again, and it bounced off abruptly, and he simply carried it behind his back.

Holly:?

What's wrong with this kid, he can't care about it right now.In the distance, there were faint sounds of horseshoes and footsteps approaching, and everyone looked at it one after another.

A touch of red shirt is dotted in the center of many white robes, gently parading here with hymns.

The clear and holy voice of a child, the timbre closest to heaven and God, accompanied the chorus of the people.Like satin in water, soft and gentle, cleansing the hearts of all people.

Just let the atmosphere move, and Hawley can't help but revel in it.Until his eyes locked on one person - the cardinal riding a white horse.

The hale and hearty old man sat firmly on the horse.Looking at the posture of riding the horse, it is obvious that he is very skilled and experienced. He must have often sat on horseback when he was young.

When the bishop's horse's hooves stepped in front of Holly, the cardinal opened his eyes again.

The eyes of the two of them met again, and for a moment, the cardinal withdrew his gaze and followed the choral group away.

"What's going on..." Holly muttered, frowning.

"We seem to have seen this bishop yesterday." Wilmer's peripheral vision has been concerned about Hawley.

"I have indeed seen it."

He did look at each other yesterday, but he didn't care at that time.And that glance just now brought him an inexplicable, inexplicable... sense of familiarity.

It seems as if I have seen it somewhere, and it seems that I have never met in person.It was like a name that I heard by accident when I gradually fell asleep with the story told by the bard in a drunken night.

After waking up, only deja vu remained.

Forget it, I can't think of any tricks.Holly shook his head, anyway, he should not know each other.

"Oh my god, the idol...?!" Exclaimed again and again, a stone broke the silent pond.

"Has the god descended..."

At the end of the chant group, several monks in white robes each held a statue of a god in their hands.

Different from previous years, in the previous hymn parade, when the statue was paraded through the streets, what the monks held up on their chests was only a stone statue the size of a palm.

The god statue displayed in front of everyone today is as transparent as water, and the god's eyes are composed of various colors.Under the sunlight, it is so clear that it can even penetrate the monk's clothes.

People have never seen such a beautiful material before, and they are intoxicated by the holiness of the statue.

— except Holly.

He crossed his arms and stared at the statue for a while, then raised his eyebrows speechlessly.

In the past three years, in order to avoid arousing Donovan's suspicion, he was silent for a period of time, except for brewing wine, he stopped producing shocking things and attracting attention.

It was rare that the dwarf craftsman Borg couldn't bear it, and ran to the Nianhua Tavern several times to look for him.On the one hand, it is to exchange ideas, and on the other hand, it is to secretly urge him to sleep, to see if he can get any more enlightenment from the dream.

However, he didn't need to look for "enlightenment" specifically. One time when he visited Borg and told about his research findings, Holly noticed that the other party was groping for the glass.

As a coincidence, Holly discussed with Borg while his memory was relatively clear.

It took nearly a year and a lot of bumps and bumps during the period, and finally let them produce glass with better quality.Although it is not as beautiful and clean as it was before time travel, it is still usable.

The first time Donovan accepted the results, he was silent and walked along the most beautiful piece of glass.

Regardless of the giant dragon, Holly could feel that the other party wanted to bring all these shiny, transparent and beautiful things back to the nest.

"Follow me, we have important matters to discuss." - The lord dropped such a sentence to Borg.

He asked Holly to receive a large reward, and he didn't know what happened after that.

Seeing it now, it turned out that Donovan was going to save up his big move and use it now.

Blowing glass into such a delicate statue compared to other worlds is also difficult for Borg.Holly wanted to laugh, but because of the wrong occasion, he had to bite his lower lip tightly to hold back.

The choral group traveled far away, but the crowd did not disperse.

After a while, there was a noise in front of the left, and the special leather drums and musical instruments played a lively and cheerful rhythm.

A dark green figure, like a green leaf, pushed aside the crowd and floated down the middle of the main road.

The sound of the flute fluttered, the skirt of the green leaves fluttered, and the thin gauze sleeves swayed in the air, revealing the slender arms.

Those two arms are as soft as water, and there is toughness in the softness. Lifting the long skirt, the naked feet wearing golden bell anklets are dancing briskly on the ground.

This is a unique celebration tradition of Lost Island, inviting many god-servant dancers to perform blessing dances for everyone on the island.May you be in good health, with good weather and good harvests.

The dancer has a light body, waving her arms, her slender waist and long thick golden hair swaying together.

The waist and buttocks followed the drums closely, twisting powerfully.

The dancing poses are full of casual pleasure, and the crowd around them are restless, and they want to dance with them, but they can't bear to destroy the beauty of the moment.

While dancing, the dancers stretched out their big hands painted with green Danko, and slid across the crowd one by one.

The long gauze scarf around the neck was quietly torn off by the dancer at this time, and tied between the wrists.On both sides of the street, the crowd erupted into shouts.

Distinguish carefully from the chaotic voices, and you can hear that they are all requests for people to dance to the green leaves in the center.

Holly watched the dancer jump in front of him, and finally saw the real face in the long blonde hair-cat-like eyes, winking like silk.The sharper facial features and face make it difficult to distinguish between male and female.Accompanied by dance steps and music, it is addictive.

Thick lips coated with red ointment, brown skin and golden eyes collided with each other, sparking mysterious and charming sparks.

The dancer threw the long green scarf in his hand to Holly, who caught it subconsciously, and when he realized it, the crowd behind him burst into cheers and cheers.

He turned his gaze to Wilmer, under the mask, there was no emotion in his eyes.When he wanted to see the lower half of Wilmer's face, he had already been dragged to the center of the road by the countless hands outstretched by the crowd and the inexplicably astonishing strength of the dancers.

No way, he smiled helplessly and looked at the dancer.There was joy and encouragement in those golden-brown eyes, and he walked around Holly first, took a dance step, and turned in circles.

Hawley is not worried about the embarrassment of the situation.In addition to sword etiquette, the items assessed by knights in the previous life also include ballroom dancing, which regular knights must know.

Although other than that, it is the radio gymnastics that the memory is not very clear.

In another world, at least the ballroom dance of the Bright Knight is similar to tango and Latin before time travel.One of them happened to be a dance step, very similar to Latin jive, suitable for cheerful music and rhythm.

Moving his steps from side to side, with the toes of his boots on the ground, Holly started to start, looking for the rhythm of the drums that followed the changes of the two of them, pulling his body.

Every piece of his flexible and powerful muscles shows the beauty of strength in the gradually heated and agitated atmosphere, when the sweat soaks the shirt, and under the occasional touch of the dancer in the green skirt.

Some bystanders recognized Hawley and cheered loudly.The handsome young man and the beautiful dancer are pleasing to the eye, and the two danced well. Many aborigines were excited and relished watching it.

Wilmer's eyes kept chasing Holly.

The sunburned skin on the back of the other party's neck was covered with sweat stains.After being exposed to the sun, it has a honey-like luster.With thin red cheeks and a happy smile on the corners of his lips.

His eyes cannot be torn apart at all, and they are tightly attached.Dancers, onlookers, shouts so loud that the ears vibrate, and the hymn faintly echoing in the heart... completely disappeared.

All eyes were on Holly.

At this moment, Holly took the dancer's arm, and the two separated and approached again.He stroked the dancer's back and faced Wilmer's direction.

His pair of leopard-like green eyes pierced sharply towards this end.But when he took a closer look, his green eyes were full of enthusiasm and... a little bit of pride.

Wilmer couldn't suppress the earthquake in his heart, and felt that something was about to burst out.Like the little finger beside him, trembling violently.

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The author has something to say:

Come, come, the plot of the hymn parade is not over yet!