As guests, Donald and his party were allowed to directly participate in the Winter Festival.

Of course, only as a bystander, sitting at the center of the cross street, there is a cheerful crowd.

A busy year, at the end of winter is the time to enjoy, adults chat with each other about interesting things that have happened around them in recent times, and occasionally talk about the rise, they fold their palms and laugh happily, those are around the table. At the same time, there are some greedy little devils who sat beside the adults early, with knives and forks in their hands, hoping to start the annual feast in the next moment, but they are often stopped by their parents.

Because the great sage is about to preside over the winter festival.

"This is pheasant soup, this is roast rabbit, this is..."

Anthony put his hands in front of him and used a chef's professional sense of smell to distinguish the dishes on the table a few meters away.

"You have to go on and on, maybe I'll actually spend a few coins to add a seat to myself."

Donald, who was holding the dried meat in his hand, glanced at him helplessly. He had met with the village chief again before the winter festival, and the hostility of these villagers was once again aroused. It is still difficult to eat something with a group of people watching.

"The Great Sage of Claremont seems to be preparing to start the Winter Festival."

Stephanie patted Donald on the shoulder and looked at the building in the middle of the street.

"Everyone, I'm very happy that during this year, the village's..."

There are no obscure oracles or demands that the people express a certain attitude or tribute to the **** of harvest and hunting. Claremont is like a more formally dressed old man standing on the stage and the villagers below. Telling about the situation in the village this year, such as whose harvest has increased again, who has added a new population, or which young man has married a wife, and some funny words during the period can often lead to large applause and laughter. Voice.

Even Donald's mouth twitched involuntarily when he listened to those unscrupulous jokes.

The nomadic life in the past few years brought Clermont not only the physical pain and the scorn and contempt of others during the journey, but also the calmness of climbing mountains and mountains, seeing the calmness after the wind and rain, and different people from all over the world. Communicating the eloquence that has been exercised.

Such a person, if he is a teenager younger, some people say that he can do a great job, Donald believes it.

"May God bless us, the Winter Festival begins from now on!"

At the end of the speech, Claremont stood with open arms in front of the lit fire in the center of the platform. A dozen thick firewoods built a large bonfire behind him. With the induction, it generally trembled out of thin air, and jumped up a little, and the fire was bright, covering all the people around.

A few sparks drifted out from behind Claremont, like fireflies in the dark night, passing through the crowd, but did not dissipate, but stayed among the people, or gathered into thumb-sized fireballs, or scattered into light spot.

Donald could clearly feel that the temperature in the vicinity rose again, and he soon felt warm. On this winter night, for anyone present, this was a comforting thing.

So the crowd cheered one after another, they regarded it as a miracle, and were greatly encouraged by its appearance. At this time, it was time to move the knife, fork, spoon and bowl.

There was a sound of clang clang, and the aroma of the food became more and more intense.

"How did he do that?"

Surprised by this "heating", Anthony asked in surprise.

"It should be the innate ability he mentioned before. I didn't feel the slightest fluctuation of spells, so I can be sure that he did not use spells."

In terms of his ability to control the fire element with ease, it is not too much to say that he is a fire element wizard or a stranger, but he just doesn't know how much he can do.

And this is not the end. In the open crowd, someone quickly set up a stage with a wooden plate with three glasses of wine. Claremont raised his glass, everyone stopped, and their eyes refocused on him.

"God said, in the new year, the farmland will have a bumper harvest!"

After drinking the first cup of wine, the half-meter-long, full-grown wheat ears that were stuck on the beams and pillars at the door of every household in the village suddenly flew towards the building, and began to dance around the entire building. The heavy ears of wheat also swayed in all directions.

"Harvest~~~"

The crowd repeats the most crucial words.

"God said that in the new year, the house will be full of hunting!"

After drinking the second cup of wine, the animal skins nailed to the door of every household in the village will have blue light spots gushing out, turning into a thin ghost of the soul, running and leaping over the heads of the crowd, stagnating over the fire pond, shining brightly.

"Catch~~~"

Another echo.

"God said, the new year...the joy is still there!!!"

There is a short pause in the sentence, and there is a high-spirited coda at the end, and the meaning of positivity is spontaneously on the rise.

At this moment, the wheat ears on the platform were lifted into the sky, blended with those beast souls, turned into a human-shaped phantom, shaped like a Claremont, and then scattered into dozens of light spots that rose to the sky and exploded. Gorgeous fireworks...

“Beautiful still~~~”

The last sentence was four words, and the people stood up one after another, holding their wine glasses high, and facing Clermont.

This glass of wine is naturally a tribute to him.

"It's great... I haven't seen fireworks for a long time. I didn't catch up with the winter festival in Demingham. I didn't expect to see it here."

Stephanie looked at the fireworks in the sky, leaned left on Donald's shoulder, rolled her eyes, and continued,

"Those people, how happy are you, great sage... It turns out to be a profession that can bring happiness to people."

"Great sage, do you bring happiness? It sounds really good, I hope so..."

There was a breath of white breath out of his mouth. Donald held Finger, who also raised his head like himself, in his arms, glanced at Stephanie beside him, and whispered to himself,

"Donald, Claremont is gone."

When several people were watching the fireworks, Anthony suddenly said.

Looking back at the building in the center, the old man had indeed disappeared.

"It's really gone, he is an old man, can he walk so fast?"

Stephanie looked left and right, but she couldn't see Claremont.

"I now understand why Mr. Village Chief has been investigating for so long and has not found out where he went after the festival, and what is the meaning of the so-called dialogue with God, this village has obviously become the great sage His Excellency The home ground."

There was red light in Donald's eyes, his spiritual vision was turned on, and his line of sight passed through several houses and landed on the backs dozens of meters away.

The time their attention was diverted was only a few seconds. In this short period of time, they walked so far away from everyone's sight. To say that there was no special means, Donald would not believe it.

Relying on Spirit Vision, there is naturally no problem in keeping up.

The group hanged so far behind Claremont, followed him out of the village and into the forest.

"Where is the great sage going, he said it himself, there is no such thing as the so-called **** of harvest and hunting, then a separate dialogue with God should be a pretense, he can complete this in the church, which does not exist. A false ritual, isn't it?"

Stephanie didn't understand why he was leaving the village, which always seemed superfluous.

"He knows that we are heretics, and even under such circumstances, he still chooses to leave in this way, even if he needs to take the risk of being discovered by us, which undoubtedly means that what he has to do cannot be postponed, and must be To finish it after the Winter Ritual, ... he should still be hiding some secrets."

There are many mysteries about this great sage in Donald's view.

Following behind Claremont, he soon reached a hill in the south of the village. Donald went somewhere and raised his hand to stop everyone behind him, and then pointed to Claremont who was parked in the woods ahead.

At a distance of 20 to 30 meters, Stephanie could barely see the other person's figure. Donald had to rely on spiritual vision to see an outline, while Anthony showed his talent to be able to perform night vision. eyes.

"Come out, I'm already here!"

Clermont stood on the edge of a tree that was significantly thicker than the surrounding trees and shouted, the voice was not small, at least he could hear it clearly from where Donald was.

After waiting for a while, no one responded, and Claremont took out another wooden sculpture from his arms and held it up above his head.

"What he has in his hand seems to be his statue... I seem to have seen one at the front of the church prayer hall before. What does he do with this statue here?"

Anthony, who could see some details, whispered.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the wood carving in Claremont's hand blooming with colorful light. Compared with the one he had picked up by the lake before, the wood carving in his hand was more than ten times brighter.

Hu~hu~

Over the forest, there was a dull sound of wind pressure.

Donald's hands quickly formed a seal, and a layer of enchantment wrapped all of them, covering their whereabouts.

"what is that?"

"What monster is that!"

Donald and Anthony said at the same time, with different words but the same meaning.

There was a monster nearly 3 meters high, which looked like an enlarged version of a crow, and was standing in front of Claremont at this time.

The rich negative energy can be easily felt, but because of the distance, Donald can't see the true face of the monster.

"This is the belief of the villagers this year~lightnovelpub.net~According to the agreement between us, I will give it to you. Please don't curse those village names. They have no intention of encroaching on your territory and offending your existence."

Claremont knelt on one knee and held the statue in both hands and handed it to the monster.

"quack!"

The strange and sharp sound sounded somewhat similar to that of a crow.

"He seems to be angry!"

Although she couldn't see it, Stephanie, who could sense it, leaned into Donald's ear and said.

"Who?"

There can be two there.

"monster!"

"Gah!!!"

There was another piercing scream, and as the wings fluttered, the idol was slapped directly to the ground, and the claws trampled on it and crushed it!