The New Civilization of Witches
Chapter 90: Victory Celebration (Part 2)
Six salted cows transported next to a campfire in a cart –
if they were not escorted by the militia, Roland suspected that on the way through the crowd, the entire herd was already carved by the mob.
These are all the food reserves that the castle left behind in the basement. So they would have no meat to eat until the arrival of the next merchant ship.
Thinking of this, Roland's heart started to hurt. In order to run this celebration, he had even used up all the reserves he had.
The main chef brought from Graycastle was only responsible for wiping the meat and controlling the heat.
In the end, the grilling task was left to six people from the militia team.
An iron rod was inserted into the body of the cattle through its mouth and then placed in front of the fire at the brick station.
The flames were getting smoldering so that despite being separated by two to three meters the heat wave was still clear.
Immediately the entire cowhide let out a hissing sound, oil started to come out from its pores, emitting a seductive aroma.
Of course, the barbecue could not be the only attraction, so at Roland's signal, Iron Axe along with the militia team entered the stage.
Because of the beautiful and intricate palace dances it did not apply to such events, and there was not much time for training;
they cannot even remember all the important steps, let alone perform such a beautiful and complex dance.
To ensure an easy-to-understand dance and keep it fun, sand folk dances are clearly more in line with the interests of civilians.
The dance begins with Iron Axe and the others laying both of their hands on the hips, always putting the right hand through the couple's left arm, forming two rings around the campfire.
They were accompanied by the sound of a horn and started to move clockwise, with each step, they would throw the other leg to kick forward while shouting
“Ha! "Is this the main dance you're talking about?" carter asked in shock.
"Can you call this a dance?"
“Of course it is very easy to remember, the militia only needed to train half an hour last night to master its speed,” Roland replied with a laugh.
"Do you want to try too?"
Carter shook his head and rejected the offer.
She just felt as if there was something in her heart that would soon explode violently – don't, she's just a girl with an appearance that makes a man's heart beat faster.
No, he's just a sad memory from my youth. Other militia members clapped in the footsteps of all dancers, accompanying each round with faster applause.
The extremely fast rhythm moved the masses, they one after another extended their own hands to clap accordingly.
As the applause accelerated, Iron Axe and his team's dancing speed also became even faster. Soon the ring began to show signs of coming off.
It didn't take long until one of the dancers accidentally fell over, bringing more dancers with him.
Seeing that the crowd was shocked, but the militia did not stop the applause, instead getting wild and turning into a storm.
Iron Axe propped himself up with a militia member, stopped his fall and then he turned towards the crowd and shouted: 'Read more:
“Do everyone understand?
Who wants to try it for themselves?
Until you fall like us! If you join the dance,
You can then dive into the sweet and delicious honey barbecue, the longer you dance, the more meat you get!”
If nobles or rich families invite them, the residents of normal cities will never engage – unknowingly,
give them the feeling that they are superior to themselves. It was also common for nobles to break their promises.
But when they saw the militia members, who came from the usual crowd of civilians now calling them to dance with them, they could not help but hold back.
Once the first round of people join, they are immediately followed by the second round and then the third round.
Before long, a new dance begins, but this time most of the dancers are from the masses.
Although this interaction is very simple, it still makes them very happy, in addition to the gift of honey barbecue in plain sight,
the participants tried their hardest to show their best performance. This was the sight Roland wanted to see.
He arranged for Carter to be in charge of the security of the city square, and the assistant minister to be in charge of the closing speech, then he left.
He instead attended a private party in the garden behind the castle. At nightfall, the backyard was still bright.
Just like in the town square, they also lit a bonfire. The difference is they use chicken for barbeque cut into pieces.
The seasoning and oil have their own configuration, completely mimicking the barbeque atmosphere in the wild.
The novelty of this kind of self-service style was loved so much by the witches, that they would never be able to part with it.
Of course for Roland's eyes, this was a rare spectacle – for example, Anna directly wrapped the chicken into her green fire after seasoning it, for example,
which immediately gave off a delicious aroma. Nightingale instead showed off her incredible knife work,
one moment the knife was hidden and a second later the chicken was hung upside down, completely peeled off and with all its bones falling.
And of course, for wine, it came from Willow Town and was much more suited to women's tastes than beer.
Actually, Roland wanted to say that minors were forbidden to drink,
however Lightning had already emptied half the bottle by herself and since she was floating in midair, it would be difficult to convince her Roland's mind.
After about an hour in the barbecue, Roland was slightly drunk. He leaned back on the chair and noticed a group of girls laughing happily.
Seeing this Roland felt very happy. This was the perfect life for a prince, he thought, and also for the witches.
With their extraordinary abilities and appearance, they should not be the object of a hunt.
If they were born in my previous life, I fear they will become a focus that fascinates many people.
But now, in my territory, they can live a normal life. At this moment, Lightning suddenly fell down, directly landing on Roland's lap,
and even before she had the possibility to react, she had already planted a kiss on her cheek.
Although this action was done very quickly, it was still captured by many witches.
When Lightning grinnedly flew upwards again, she could see that Anna, Nightingale, and Wendy looked extremely shocked, so she waved her hand explaining:
“According to the rules of the Fjord when they hold a banquet to celebrate victory, the woman can take the initiative to kiss the leader.
Dad would let me kiss him every time. Isn't this also customary in Graycastle?”
"Of course not," Roland instantly woke up from his half-drunk state,
"uh... cough cough, Lightning you are drunk, quickly go back to the castle and sleep!"
"How come," protested Lightning,
"When I sail, I have a lot of drinking battles with the crew and I never lose."
Roland who realized that he was going to follow orders turned to Wendy, who nodded
and then used his power to kindly blow Lightning into the earth. When Lightning almost landed,
Wendy took two steps forward, approached the girl and caught her in her arms.
Ignoring the screams and struggles of Illumination, he walked in a straight line towards the castle.
“Don't worry about him, he's just drunk too much. Please continue to celebrate, soon dessert will be delivered. ”
Roland suddenly felt that the atmosphere was becoming a little strange, especially when he looked into Anna's eyes, he felt a chill rising from his feet.
The only one who was completely unaffected by what happened was Nana,
he was still concentrating on eating his chicken wings, like nothing happened in general.
After the campfire gradually extinguished, Roland asked Nightingale to drive Nana home.
Then he went to the well and washed his face with cold water, ready to sleep.
Roland did not take the previous episode to heart, in his view, Lightning was still a child.
But when he arrived on the third floor, his heart suddenly started racing. He saw Anna leaning against the door.
