As soon as it got light, I rubbed my eyes and got up excitedly. I opened the door and found that the room was empty. Only the half-cold breakfast was left on the table, with a nine-point dimensional pattern carefully drawn on it with jam. Brushed smile.
Hey, this is really mind-boggling. What are these two little girls, Vilas and Sarah, doing recently?
Amidst the triumphant sound of the little ghost getting up, I pressed her hard on the bed and tossed her for a long time until her robe was in a mess, flushed and out of breath, unable to get up. If I hadn't considered the rare birthday of God, I would have I even feel like eating this plump and delicious little ghost.
There is no way, someone named Vilas lives next door, and she washes the bed quilt every day, so I haven't found an opportunity to eat the little ghost in the past few days, which is a pity.
God, the old man seemed to be very happy too. When he went outside, the sun was dazzling, the weather was clear, and even the wind was a bit more comfortable than usual.
I thought I got up early, but I didn't expect that as soon as I went out, I was shocked by the bustling scene of people - these people must have been squatting on the street since last night, even if they knew it for three years I never expected that the residents of Rogge Camp would pay so much attention to God’s Birthday.
Of course, the more people there are, the more lively it is, which is only good for me. Alice, the little ghost who hasn’t grown up, is already cheering in the necklace. If it weren’t for her unwillingness to appear in front of other people, she would have gone from being deserted to being lonely. The necklace popped out and rushed into the crowd.
It stirred up the atmosphere in the entire Rogge camp. Undoubtedly they are those lively children, who are wearing brand new clothes---on God's birthday. No matter whether they are rich or poor families, they will prepare a new set of clothes for their children. Those who are really poor and cannot afford even the roughest linen will grit their teeth and cut up the original pieces one by one. Then they were pieced together again to show "new clothes" - these mothers from poor families were all good tailors. Although the clothes they made again were a bit old-fashioned, they were still very decent.
Therefore, the poor and poor scene in the past has changed on the street. The children running and making trouble were all children in new clothes, which really added to the festive scene.
As for the adventurers' donations, in addition to keeping a part as reserves for the next three years, most of them will be taken out, and part of them will be used as rewards for the tens of thousands of soldiers in Rogge Camp. Each of these soldiers can receive 3-5 gold coins. , and part of it will be used to support those particularly poor families. Many families rely on subsidies every three years and their own hard work to survive, so God's Birthday is of extraordinary significance to them.
As for the last part, one point will be used as the cost of the ritual. The remaining gold coins were exchanged for food and the like - after all, for the not-so-rich Rogge residents, food was far more important than other entertainment.
These foods will be distributed free of charge in specific places and at specific times. Of course, each person can only receive one point. No one will receive it repeatedly or lie to get more. Doing some small tricks on the birthday of the sacred god is a major sin of blasphemy. In the eyes of civilians, God still has great prestige.
Walking on the crowded Rogge Street, I looked around excitedly - the fence surrounding the entire Rogge was filled with many colorful flags and ribbons. After the birthday of God, these things can still be seen. Use it, sell it, give it to poor people and reward those who make contributions.
besides. Residents who live relatively well-off also tie a few colorful satin cloths on the top of their wooden houses or tents, or take out a generous amount of food and drinks from home to entertain passing residents, especially those naughty children. Poor families will collect some flowers from the wild to decorate their small homes, either bright or simple flowers, and then decorated by ingenious girls. It also has a unique flavor.
These were not considered decorations in the original world. Now I feel a festive atmosphere even grander than New Year's Eve. I really don't know whether I should feel happy or sad.
The merchants had set up their stalls early and were shouting loudly. The busier stalls have been surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside. This is the best business opportunity they have been waiting for every three years. The residents have also given up all their work. Children and adults from nearby villages even rushed there before dawn. Coming over, Rogge's camp, which could originally accommodate hundreds of thousands of people, suddenly became crowded. Groups of patrol teams passed by. The more festive it was, the busier their work became. I heard that soldiers from the entire Rogge camp were mobilized on God's birthday. In addition to being responsible for the outer vigilance, they were also responsible for managing the order in the camp. , but they did not feel disappointed because they could not participate in the festival. Instead, they were extremely serious and had a beaming smile on their faces, because today was a rare "salary increase day". They could buy something nice and beautiful in the evening. Let the family have a meal, and maybe get some better fabrics to buy some clothes for the wife and children.
"It's begun, it's begun..."
As I was walking, there was a sudden surge in the crowd. The surrounding temperature suddenly rose several degrees. The already crowded space moved even more rapidly. It felt like the crowds were all rushing towards the same place.
"The ceremony is about to begin, hurry up..."
A child squeezed past me and it dawned on me that this was the case.
I have heard a lot about the rituals in the dark world from Alice (don’t forget she is an authentic candidate saint), so I want to go and find out for myself. But now there is a big trouble. There are so many on the street. Human, if I were to squeeze through with my job-changer body, I would have no problem, but those civilians would most likely end up with broken bones.
Soon, the other adventurers gave me the answer. I saw them jumping up and down the trees like ninjas in comics, avoiding crowded streets, and walking towards the church easily, but... two Adventurers collide in the air...
"Oh oh..."
The voice came from an assassin. In order to avoid crashing, he flicked the rope in his hand. He hooked onto another big tree and jumped over like Tarzan.
"呲呲......"
Unfortunately, this is not a primitive deep forest. Where can such tall trees come from? This assassin's ass sparkled with the earth in a gorgeous way.
"Roar----"
Then there was a barbarian. He was very down-to-earth. He aimed at a big tree and jumped over it. He also used the second-level skill - jumping. If any adventurer with no eyesight collided with him in the air, he would only be hit. For flying.
"boom----"
Successful landing----
That's right. It was a successful "landing", because the big tree had been stepped into two pieces by him...
The Rogge residents who have lived here for a long time seem to have become accustomed to these phenomena. They neatly avoided these dangerous areas and moved forward slowly and slowly.
I was not in a hurry, and moved slowly with other ordinary people. In the original world, such crowded situations were often encountered. I was used to it, and I found a sense of familiarity that I had not seen for a long time.
Fortunately, my place is relatively close to the church, about half an hour or so. I could already see the huge cross standing on top of the white European-style church. Relying on my strong body, I carefully moved forward for a certain distance, then spotted a big tree in front of me and jumped up, leisurely. Leaning against the tree, the square in front of the church is clearly visible.
Then I waited for another half hour, waiting for other people to gather here in twos and threes to take a closer look. G, hundreds of thousands of people gathered together, and the crowds of people continued for several miles. It was almost impossible to see the side at a glance. Oh my god, when did so many people appear in Rogge's camp?
"It's such a small church, with only a few people."
Alice's voice came from the necklace, almost scaring me so much that I dropped it. Is this still called "that little bit"? Thinking about it, it is estimated that at least a million people visited her festival at that time.
"Wow----"
Complaining was a complaint, but Alice still stared at the festival square with a longing look on her face, and kept sighing softly in her mouth.
"Our Lady Saint has participated in a ceremony before?"
"Well, of course. You don't care who I am." The little ghost said with that clear and proud voice with a rising tail tone. He hummed with a hint of cuteness in his arrogance.
"It's just..." After a pause, she suddenly became frustrated and continued.
"I was just standing next to the saint. After all, besides me, there were two other candidate saints at that time..."
"Lord Saint? She was the Saint at that time. What kind of person was she?" I asked curiously.
"It was Alice, a kind old lady who was nearly 200 years old, who clearly saw through my crooked thoughts and replied with a chuckle.
Even if I asked a stupid question, think about it, if the saint is not about to retire, why choose a candidate saint...
"But the songs sung by the Holy Lady are really nice. All my songs were taught by her..."
The little ghost's voice sounded faintly, sounding a little sad.
"Now, do you think it's you who sings better, or she who sings better?"
I couldn't bear to see such a little ghost and quickly changed the subject.
"Well, I can't remember the lady's voice very well, but I think now, my singing should be a little bit better than hers..."
The little ghost tilted his head and thought about it. He probably compared it carefully before he said happily.
"Little ghost, come out and watch together." I no longer know how to express my feelings for this cute and extremely pitiful little ghost.
"The haunted wail of the little ghost came from inside.
"Don't worry, no one can see here." I knew her concerns, so I chose a place with lush leaves. From here, I could clearly see the church square, but the people under the trees couldn't see through.
The little ghost cautiously emerged half of its body, looked around, and found that it was indeed very secret, then stretched out its entire white and translucent body. "You little guy." I held Alice's fragrant body in my arms and sipped her lips lovingly.
"Ugh, I knew you, a big pervert, would do bad things----"
The little ghost sighed helplessly in my arms, but obediently curled up its soft, warm and fragrant body in my arms, and moved to a more comfortable position.
Soon, the ceremony began with people's expectant eyes. The ceremony in the dark world is a bit like the Western Christian Mass in the original world. It is divided into four ceremonies, the opening ceremony, the Holy Word ceremony, the Holy Sacrifice ceremony, and the completion ceremony. Each ritual is divided into several steps.
For someone like me who is very big and big, it seems a bit cumbersome. The little ghost seemed to be enjoying it at the beginning, but after watching it for a while, he yawned again and again.
Standing next to the Holy Lady, she didn’t realize it before, but now from a spectator’s point of view, this ceremony was really annoying. She took a cute little nap and rubbed her eyes. She was like a kitten basking in the sun. He curled up in my arms and squinted.
I also yawned again and again. No wonder there were many adventurers who seemed indifferent. It turned out to be so boring.
It wasn't until almost noon that the final ceremony was completed. As long as the saint's hymn was finished, the entire ceremony was completed.
I rubbed my sleepy eyes and braced myself. The chosen fake saint, who had been wearing a pure white robe that was much more gorgeous than Alice's white robe since the beginning of the mass, was kneeling in front of the cross. I knew she was petite and seemed to be just a girl of thirteen or fourteen, so I couldn't tell what she looked like, but now I could finally see her true appearance.
"You are really obsessed with the word saint."
Alice's big silver eyes opened at some point, and she looked at me troubledly and said. The thin mist in her eyes seemed to be protesting, "Aren't you satisfied with having me?" .
Ahem, just like girls always longing for Prince Charming, how can this little ghost understand a man’s romantic saint complex?
"Wow---------" I almost fell down.
"Wow!! What are you doing??"
The little ghost curled up in my arms was frightened, hugged my neck tightly, and complained with its delicate delicate lips almost touching the corners of my lips.
But I could no longer enjoy this unintentional beauty, so I pointed at the saint in white who turned around and said shiveringly.
"Sa...Sarah--------
