Six whole cows were transported by cart to the campfire - if it weren't for the militia escort, Roland suspected that when the cart crossed the crowd, the whole cow would have been divided up by the enthusiastic crowd.

It was all the stock in the basement of his castle, and Roland felt tears in his heart at the thought that he would have no steaks to eat until the next merchant ship arrived. In order to organize this celebration, he took out all his family funds.

The royal chef brought from the royal capital was only responsible for spreading the ingredients and supervising the heat, and the barbecue task was entrusted to the six powerful members of the militia. An iron rod was inserted from the cow's mouth and placed on a brick platform by the fire. The flames were blazing, and you could feel the heat wave from two or three meters away. Soon there is a sizzling sound on the skin of the whole cow, and the oil emerges from the pores, giving off an attractive fragrance.

Of course, you can't let everyone wait when you barbecue, and at Roland's signal, Iron Axe appeared with a team of militiamen.

Those ornate and intricate court dances are not suitable for such occasions, and without long training, you may not even be able to memorize the essentials of the movements, let alone show the graceful dances. If you want to be easy to understand and express yourself, the dance of the sand people is obviously more in line with the tastes of ordinary people.

I saw the iron axe and the team members with their hands crossed on their waists, and one of the hands passed through the arm of their companion on the right, forming a ring and a ring, and lined up in two circles around the fire. As the accompaniment sounds, that is, several high-pitched horns, they begin to move in a clockwise direction, kicking forward with each step and shouting "Hahe!"

"That's what you mean by lead dance?" Carter's eyes widened, "Is that a dance?"

"Of course, and it's easy to remember, the militia only practiced for a quarter of an hour last night before they mastered the pace," Roland smiled, "Would you like to go up and give it a try?"

Carter shook his head in refusal. He only felt as if something in his heart was shattering with a clatter—farewell, that heart-warming beautiful girl, farewell, that slightly sad memory of youth.

The other militia members clapped their hands and followed in the footsteps of the dancers, bringing a round of applause. The rhythmic sense of rhythm brought the crowd together, and they reached out to do it. As the applause got faster and faster, the iron axe and the team members rotated faster and higher, and the human ring began to show signs of disconnection, and not long after, one of the team members accidentally fell, and then a group of people fell, and the rotation came to an abrupt end. The crowd was stunned, but the applause of the militia did not stop at all, but became like a storm.

The iron axe lifted the fallen team member and shouted to the crowd: "Do you understand? Who wants to try it? If you fall, it will be the end of the round! Those who join the dance will get a piece of sweet and delicious honey barbecue, and the longer you hold on, the more meat you will have!"

If the nobles and large families were invited, the townspeople would not necessarily participate in it - subconsciously, they would always be on top, treating the common people as a mustard, and it was not uncommon for them to go back on what they had promised. But when he saw the militia members, that is, the familiar villagers and neighbors on weekdays, waving to him, he couldn't hold back one by one.

With the first, soon there will be a second, a third. A new round of dancing began, only this time, most of the dancers were replaced by the crowd. Despite the simplicity of the action, everyone enjoyed it, and with the honey roast as a reward, the participants gave their best performance.

That's exactly what Roland wants to see.

In addition to the barbecue, there are also breads, fish cakes, and ale, which will be distributed after the beef is distributed, and the festivities will continue into the evening, but Roland will not stay here forever. He arranged for Carter to be in charge of on-site security, and the assistant secretary came to give the closing remarks, and then left.

He also had a private celebration to attend, which was located in the back garden of the castle.

When evening falls, the backyard is still brightly lit.

As in the middle of the square, a bonfire was lit here. The difference is that the chicken used for grilling is all cut into cubes. The seasoning and oil are also arranged by themselves, completely mimicking the way of eating wild barbecue. This novel way of self-help is something that witches love to put down, and of course, in Roland's eyes, it is also a rare spectacle - for example, Anna can instantly cook a fragrant piece of chicken after smearing the chicken nuggets with condiments and wrapping them directly in a green fire. Nightingale showed off her incredible knife skills, the knife in and out of her hand, flying up and down around the chicken, and when peeled off, the bones fell completely.

And, of course, the wines, which were brought from Willow Leaf in bottles and were clearly more suitable for women's tastes than ales. Lightning drank half a bottle alone, although Roland wanted to say that minors are forbidden to drink, but she held the bottle and floated in the air, and it was difficult to dissuade him, so he thought about it.

Halfway through the barbecue, Roland felt slightly drunk. He leaned back in his chair and looked at the group of smiling girls in front of him, and immediately felt extremely relieved. That's the life of a prince, he thought, and for witches. With their extraordinary abilities and appearance, they should not be hunted down, and if they were placed in the era before they traveled through, I am afraid that they would be dazzling and dazzling figures wherever they went. And all he can do now is to let them live a normal life in this square inch of land.

At this moment, the lightning floated down, sat directly on Roland's lap, and before he could react, he leaned it on the cheek and kissed it.

Despite the swiftness of this action, it was caught by a witch.

She smiled and flew away, and when she saw Anna, Nightingale, and Wendy looking at her in surprise, she waved her hand and explained, "According to the rules of the fjord, at the banquet to celebrate victory, a woman can offer a kiss to the chief. Daddy would let me kiss him every time. Doesn't Greycastle have this habit?"

"Of course not," Roland's drunkenness woke up most of the time, "uh...... Ahem, Lightning you're drunk, hurry up and go back to sleep for me!"

"How is that possible," protested Lightning, "I used to fight with everyone when I was sailing, and I never lost. ”

Roland had no choice but to turn to the witch, and he looked at Wendy, who nodded, and rolled up a downward current, blowing the lightning down. Just as she was about to land, Wendy took two steps forward and hugged the girl, ignoring her shouting in her arms, and walked straight towards the castle.

"Ignore that guy, she's just drinking too much. You keep eating, and there will be dessert later. Roland suddenly felt a little embarrassed, especially when Anna looked at him, and he felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet. The only one who was completely unaffected was Nanawa, who was still concentrating on roasting the chicken wings in her hands as if nothing had happened.

When the bonfire was extinguished, Roland asked the nightingale to escort Nanava home, and he went to the well to wash his face with cold water, and then went back to his room to sleep. This little episode Roland didn't take it to heart, in his opinion, Lightning was just an underage child.

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

He saw Anna leaning against the door.