Six marinated whole cows were carted to the bonfire – if not for the militia escorting them, Roland suspected that when the cart passed through the crowd, the whole cows would have been divided up by the enthusiastic crowd.
This was all the stock in the castle basement. Thinking that he would not have any steak to eat until the next merchant ship arrived, Roland felt like crying. In order to hold this celebration, he had taken out everything he had.
The royal chef from King's City was only responsible for smearing the sauce and supervising the fire, the barbecue task was handed over to the six strong militia members. An iron pole was inserted into the cow's body through its mouth and placed on a brick platform next to the fire. The fire was burning so fiercely that people could feel the heat wave from two or three meters away. Soon, the whole cow's skin made a sizzling sound, and the fat came out of its pores, exuding a tempting fragrance.
Of course, they couldn't let everyone wait while they were barbecuing, so under Roland's signal, Iron Axe led a group of militia members onto the stage.
Those gorgeous and complex court dances were not suitable for such an occasion. Without a long period of training, they might not even be able to remember the essentials of the movements, let alone show a beautiful dance. To ensure that the dance was easy to understand and at the same time, the Sand Nation's dance was obviously more in line with the taste of the common people.
Iron Axe and the militia members put their hands on their hips, one of their hands passing through the arm of their companion on the right, forming two rings around the fire. With the accompaniment – that is, several high and low horns sounded, they began to move in a clockwise direction, with each step they took, the other foot would kick forward, while shouting "Ha hey!"
"Is this what you call a lead dance?" Carter's eyes widened, "Is this also considered a dance?"
"Of course it is, and it's simple and easy to remember. Last night, the militia only practiced for a quarter of an hour before they mastered the steps," Roland laughed, "Do you want to try it?"
Carter shook his head and refused. He felt as if something in his heart had broken – farewell, that beautiful girl, farewell, those slightly sad memories of youth.
The other militia members clapped their hands and followed the steps of the dancers. Every time they took a turn, there would be a round of applause. The strong sense of rhythm inspired the crowd, and they all reached out their hands to do the same. As the applause became faster and faster, Iron Axe and his teammates spun faster and faster, and the human ring began to show signs of disconnection. Not long after, a member of the team accidentally fell down, and then a group of people fell down with him, and the rotation came to an abrupt end. The crowd was stunned, but the applause of the militia did not stop at all. Instead, it became like a storm.
Iron Axe helped the fallen man up and shouted to the crowd, "Do you understand?Who wants to give it a try? If they fell, it would be the end of this round! Everyone who joins the dance will get a piece of delicious honey roasted meat. The longer you stay, the more meat you'll get! "
If it was an invitation from a noble or a big family, the townspeople might not necessarily participate. Subconsciously, they were always high and mighty and regarded the civilians as worthless. It was common for them to go back on their word.However, when they saw the militia members, who were their familiar neighbors, waving at them, they couldn't hold back anymore.
With the first one, there was soon a second, then a third. A new round of dancing began again, but this time, most of the dancers were replaced by the crowd. Although the movements were simple, everyone enjoyed it. With the honey roasted meat as a reward, the participants gave their best performance.
This was exactly what Roland wanted to see.
In addition to the roasted meat, there was also bread, fish cakes, and ale, which would be distributed after the beef was distributed. The celebration would last until the evening, but Roland would not stay here all the time. He arranged for Carter to be responsible for the security of the scene. The assistant minister came to give a closing speech, and then left.
He still had a private celebration party to attend, which was held in the castle's back garden.
When the evening fell, the backyard was still brightly lit.
Like in the center of the square, there was also a bonfire. The only difference was that the chicken used for barbecue was all cut into pieces. The seasoning and oil were also made by themselves, completely imitating the way of barbecue in the wild.This novel way of self-help made the witches fall in love with it. Of course, in Roland's eyes, it was also a rare spectacle – for example, Anna put the seasoning on the chicken and then directly wrapped it in green fire, instantly cooking a piece of delicious chicken. Nightingale showed her incredible knife skills, the knife in her hand appeared and disappeared, flying up and down around the chicken, peeling it, and then the bones fell off.
Of course, there was also wine, these bottled wine from Willow Town was obviously more suitable for women's tastes than ale. Lightning alone drank half a bottle. Although Roland wanted to say that minors were not allowed to drink, she was holding the bottle and floating in the air, so it was difficult to dissuade her, so he gave up.
Halfway through the barbecue, Roland felt slightly drunk. He leaned back in his chair, looking at the group of laughing girls in front of him, and suddenly felt very gratified. This was the life a prince should have, he thought, and also for the witches. With their extraordinary ability and appearance, they should not be the target of hunting. If it was in the era before his transmigration, he was afraid that wherever they went, they would be the focus of attention. And now, all he could do was to let them live a normal life in this small place.
At this moment, Lightning floated down and sat directly on Roland's lap. Before he could react, she suddenly kissed him on the cheek.
Although this action was done very quickly, it was still caught by the witches.
She flew away with a smile, and saw Anna, Nightingale and Vendy looking at her with a surprised face. She waved her hand and explained: "According to the rules of the Fjords, during the celebration of victory, a woman can take the initiative to kiss the leader. Every time, my father will let me kiss him. Is there no such custom in Graycastle? "
"Of course not," Roland instantly sobered up from his drunkenness, "Uh … cough cough, Lightning, you're drunk, hurry up and go back to sleep!"
"How is that possible," Lightning protested, "When I was sailing, I often drank with everyone, and I never lost."
Roland had no choice but to ask the witches for help. He looked at Vendy, who nodded and rolled up a downward airflow, blowing Lightning down. When she was about to land, Vendy took two steps forward and hugged the girl, ignoring her incessant shouting in her arms, and went straight to the castle.
"Don't pay attention to that girl, she just drank too much. You continue to eat, there will be dessert later. " Roland suddenly felt the atmosphere a little awkward, especially the way Anna looked at him, it made him feel a chill rising from the soles of his feet.Only Nana was completely unaffected, she was still concentrating on roasting the chicken wings in her hands, as if nothing had happened.
When the bonfire gradually extinguished, Roland let Nightingale escort Nana home, while he went to the well and washed his face with cold water, preparing to return to his room to sleep. Roland didn't care about this little episode, in his opinion, Lightning was still a minor child.
But when he walked to the bedroom door on the third floor, the Prince's heart fiercely jumped.