A beautiful town, pretty streets, exquisite huts, and colorful flower pots. The town of Morganstock is about to usher in its own festival, and the faces of the residents are filled with smiles and expectations.
Since the development of the Milk Festival, various new patterns have evolved, such as these colorful flower pots on the streets, which have only become popular in the past twenty years.
Although people originally prepared various basins to hold milk during festivals, they did not pay much attention to the appearance of the basins. Most of their attention was focused on the carnival.
Now, after decades of evolution, everyone prepares various beautiful flower pots and places them in the middle of the road during the festival.
At that time, the flower pots will be filled with milk. This will not only reduce the cost of the festival, but also make the town more beautiful.
After all, I no longer think about those days. Although this place is located in a remote location, with the development of logistics, the excess milk will not be wasted.
Moreover, many children have left here to pursue the broader world outside, and few are willing to stay and take care of the farm safely.
Therefore, compared with before, the symbolic meaning of the festival is greater than the actual meaning, and people celebrate the festival purely for celebration and commemoration.
Even so, the Milk Festival's status in the hearts of the residents of Morgan Stallman Town is irreplaceable, even surpassing Christmas and Halloween.
Many young people who go out to work will come back specially on this day just to participate in this annual Milk Festival with their families.
On the day of the festival, the streets of the entire town will be filled with beautiful and exquisite flower pots. People will throw one or two coins into their favorite flower pots as a wish.
In the evening, everyone will gather and start a carnival in the center of the town.
Of course, in addition to these small flower pots, there are also many large pots on the street. Some people even brought water tanks up, just to be able to outdo the others on the day of the festival and become the envy of everyone.
This year, there seem to be many more flower pots in Morgan Stallman Town than in previous years, and the festive atmosphere is even more intense with these colorful decorations.
Aaron Griffin passed through these small pots and entered a grocery store on the roadside.
As the wooden door creaked open and the small bell on the curtain jingled, a middle-aged woman sitting behind the counter who was knitting a sweater stood up and looked at this somewhat... Unfamiliar faces.
Although the other party's weird hair color and dress made the boss lady feel a little nondescript, she still put down what she was holding and asked enthusiastically:
"Young man, do you need my help? If you also want to buy flower pots, you can take a look at the second shelf on the left. I have carefully selected flower pots there. You will definitely find what you want."
Aaron glanced in the direction she said, then looked away, looked around in this small shop, and asked:
"Madam, I need some garlic, preferably the dried kind... Oh, by the way! And green peppercorns, I need some of this too, do you sell it here?"
The woman shook her head helplessly at first, and then when the other person showed a slightly disappointed expression on his face, she said again:
"Little guy, these things are not sold in the store, but if you need them, I can go to the kitchen and get some for you."
After hearing this, Aaron raised his head and looked at her in surprise, and then thanked her happily.
The middle-aged woman went into the back room and came back out after a while carrying two things.
"Thank you very much for your help. I have been looking for these two items since yesterday, but they are not sold in the store. Thank you."
Aaron thanked him again, then reached out to take the few plantains and green peppercorns handed over by the other party, opened a suitcase he had been carrying, and put them in.
The proprietress on the side glanced at the contents of the suitcase, and her face became a little strange because she saw some strange items in it.
At this time, there was a wooden suitcase, which was padded with red cushions, and several props were neatly placed in wooden columns. The middle-aged woman saw several familiar things at just a glance:
A cross, a dagger, a hand crossbow, a bottle of holy water, a Bible, and several wooden stakes with crosses carved on them.
Now, there are 3 more pieces of garlic and a handful of green peppercorns in the box.
Obviously, these things seem to have a strong purpose...
The middle-aged woman glanced at the young man with white hair in front of her again, and finally couldn't help but ask:
"This... child, what are you preparing these... for?"
Aaron didn't care at all about the strange tone in the other person's tone. After placing the garlic and green peppercorns neatly, he replied:
"Garlic is used to deal with vampires. They all hate this smell. It can buy me a certain amount of time when I encounter danger; green peppercorns are used to deal with werewolves. These guys have very good noses. If they're sprinkled with green peppercorns, it can make them miserable for a long time."
It's okay that he didn't explain. After saying this, the middle-aged woman looked at him in a weird way. From the "are you kidding me" expression on her face, it can be seen that the other party didn't believe it at all. His words.
And he also regarded Aaron's behavior as that of an older young man suffering from moderate chuuni delusion.
"Are there really vampires and werewolves in this world?"
"some!"
"So, are you planning to hunt them?"
"That's right!"
The two of them answered questions and answers very decisively. Aaron Xu was accustomed to such things, so there was no big surprise.
He also tried hard to look calm and calm, locked the suitcase again, and then carried it in his hand.
"Thank you, madam. I was wondering if I could ask you about a person. Her name is Bernard Braun. She should live here."
"Oh? What do you want from her?"
The landlady looked wary.
Seeing this, Aaron took out a crumpled newspaper from his arms, spread it out and pointed to a corner above and said:
"There is her help information here. I saw it here, and her phone number and address were left on it. I contacted her and planned to come over to have a look, but when I got here, her phone number suddenly stopped. I can’t get through, and the house numbers of many places in the town are outdated, and I can’t see clearly. I’ve been looking for a day and still can’t find the place, so I just wanted to confirm with you.”
