The New Civilization of Witches

Chapter 89: Victory Celebration (Part 1)

This winter was completely different from the previous year.

In the previous years when the Demon Moon ended, the residents of Border Town had to stay for another month in the slums of Longsong Stronghold.

They wait until the snow completely melts, only then will they return home. Back in the city, they always saw total chaos.

After a few months no one took care of the house, some of which were already dilapidated.

Some of the less sturdy huts had been covered by heavy snow and some of the houses of the townspeople had been used by the demon beasts as hiding places.

Everything is broken and irregular. For example, cabinets and tables are full of bite marks and their leftovers are still lying in the corners.

Obviously these houses have been used as shelter from the snow and as their nests.

They often have to spend a week repairing the house. Replacing all moldy furniture, cleaning up the remnants of foul odors and so on.

This is a procedure that is commonly done by residents. But this year, it could even be said that Border Town looked completely new, snow was quickly swept away,

and the prince gave a colorful banner to every door of the family house. . From a distance, the previously monotonous and dilapidated city became colorful.

When the colors mixed into one, it looked like a sea of flowers. The castle also spread the news,

that on the first day after the Demon Moon, His Majesty will hold a big celebration party in the town square! Everyone is invited, though,

and if that is not enough, no one will have to pay for the coins and will also be given free food!

Is that a ball?

This was a social event that only upper nobles were allowed to attend. The townspeople only knew them from the stories of influential, experienced and knowledgeable traders.

But even so, they were never allowed to attend.

If what the merchant said was true, then even with all their money, it would still not be enough to accept the invitation.

But now His Majesty is allowing anyone to attend?

"Your highness. You wouldn't do that, would you?”

Carter asked in disagreement, though,

“There will be no band or main dancer!

Who controls the rhythm of the ball?

After all, in a secluded place like this, even the nobles were not necessarily able to dance, so the citizens would just mess things up.”

During Carter's time in Graycastle, he had only ever attended one party. It had been organized by a marquis to celebrate his daughter's birthday.

The music played is graceful string music mixed with vibrant drum beats, while the dance contains plenty of rotation and recording.

But if the instruments are played individually, the women will dance to the melodious string music,

while the men then performed a fast and powerful dance in rhythm with the sound of drums.

During the break, officers would walk through the crowd and hand out drinks and snacks.

Until the last song, the men still had time to find and invite their favorite women to the dance, the,

and if lucky they will not only be rewarded with dance, but also with some kind of romantic interaction.

Carter sighed, although he was too young to invite his beloved girl, he could still remember the remnants of that elegant and romantic atmosphere.

The nobles trained daily in maintaining their elegant demeanor, could the villagers who had to fight with demonic beasts every day be compared to them?

My God, he couldn't imagine such a scene inside Border Town.

"Main dancer? Yeah, all right,"

Roland had ordered the militia to remove the stone statue and the gallows from the town square,

"Sir and militia members will take over that part."

"That sand man?" Carter stunned.

As the captain of the Hunting Team, and with his appearance during the Demon Months, the Iron Axe finally gained recognition as the Knight Chief.

Even his alien appearance was not mentioned anymore, and yet, the others were still from the Moji Tribe, how could he know the etiquette of the Kingdom of Graycastle?!

However Roland only smiled mysteriously and said:

“Because I'm the one who set the ball, it won't be the usual kind, you'll understand it when you see it.

He did not have much preparatory work to do, his biggest job was to remove the obstructions placed on the town square, he said,

Yes, this is the plan that Roland made – combination campfire with wild barbecue.

Roland had long since thought of the problem, how to increase the sense of having people towards Border Town.

After a long life of working under their previous masters, the concept of status and nationality was placed too deep within these rural and illiterate villages.

Only their property and family life concern them. The more backward people, the more petty they are, this is the law for the development of civilization,

"Civilization can only be as big as the greatest ideas of its people," Roland thought deeply.

But this does not mean that lifting their spirits is negligible, and this celebration of victory is one of the methods he has found to change their thinking.

In fact, he found it hard to understand that there was no common celebration after the end of the Demon Moon.

Facing an invasion from a demonic beast once in a year was like a natural disaster. To overcome such a crime is naturally worth remembering.

So he decided to name the first day after the end of the Demon Moon as

"Victory Day". So that throughout his territory, today has now become a public holiday, where various kinds of celebrations are held.

As long as he could do it for three to four years, this kind of celebration would become a tradition and even then continue without Roland.

And as time goes by people will gradually feel that they themselves and others under God's rule are indeed different.

Even so, this was not noon yet, the square was still full of people. Militia members lined up around the pile of wood so that no one else could get close to him.

It seems that the free food division is quite interesting, I think at least half of the townspeople have come, Roland thought.

In the end, over a thousand people stood side by side, filling the complete square beside the pile of wood, there was no place for any other activities.

He even discovered that some children had climbed the roof of surrounding buildings so they could see everything freely.

Since this was their first time with this celebration, there were still some flaws.

Roland thought that now was the right time to enter the stage and hold his speech.

Now this was the second public speech he held in this square, thanks to this his attitude was much calmer than the last time.

“My people, good afternoon. I am the fourth Prince of Graycastle, Roland Wimbledon.”

He still used the same introduction as last time, but today the effect was completely different from the last time.

His voice had yet to fall, but the crowd was already cheering,

"Long live the Prince, Your Majesty!" "Life Your Majesty!"

Roland suddenly felt a kind of warmth spreading in his chest, this time, he did not organize any propaganda from his own people.

So when he heard the spontaneous cheers of his own militia and the townspeople, he felt a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction in his heart.

When their voices finally calmed down a bit, he continued,

“Devil's month is finally over! Thanks to the militia's heroic struggle, the demonic beasts were unable to pass through the wall a single step

This year the Border Town only needed to pay a very small price to fight against the demonic beasts.

This proves that, as long as we are united, even if we do not rely on the strength of Longsong Stronghold, we can still gain a foothold here!

They want to threaten our city with food, fear of hunger and cold, try to force us to surrender.

But today's victory tells them that all this was in vain! “

“True, I don't want to go back to that place again!”

"With Your Majesty, we need not fear the day of famine during winter!"

"Finally they can't blackmail us anymore, Your Majesty is too kind!"

“Let's celebrate this incredible and glorious victory together,” shouted Roland,

harness the heightened emotions among the crowd.

“This is a day to remember, and I declare that from now on the first day after the end of the Moon the Devil will be known as

‘Victory Day’!

Today's celebration is precisely for this purpose! My people, enjoy this day to the fullest! Now, let the dance begin!”

With this torch thrown into the pile of firewood, flames surged, instantly burning the entire atmosphere.