I Am the God of Games

? The third day after the frost and fog season is over, it is the default festival of the entire Eastern Continent, and it is also the ‘Sowing Festival’ that represents the beginning of the new year.

Even in an unnamed town, the task of moving bricks in these two days has changed from building a town to decorating the town with all kinds of messy, but very festive-looking decorations.

Since the decorations are all provided by Xiwei, who has nothing to do in the kingdom of heaven, you can see a lot of things with the characteristics of the earth.

For example, the big red paper lanterns with windproof and fireproof properties, the dragon boats that are about the length of chopsticks and can sail automatically when placed in the water, the red wool socks that are bigger than a person, the jack-o-lanterns that make a rattling laugh, light up Afterwards, the two kicks that will take the player to spiral into the sky, like a translucent ghost flying around like a sheet.

The most popular of them is the red art paper-cut that is particularly beautiful, although I don't know what it means.

"Can you tell your grandfather that we won't go to the celebration?"

"No, it was agreed yesterday that everyone had to show their faces."

"But work is too tiring, I just want to sleep in."

"Please cheer up," Vera showed a helpless smile: "You are our lord."

When she said this, Angela, who had a big red 囍 on her forehead for some reason, reluctantly changed into a cloak for going out: "How about my outfit?"

"Very... um, spirit." Vera said with a smile.

"It doesn't matter if you lie to me and say he's handsome."

Angela looked even more discouraged.

"You have always been the most handsome in my eyes." The girl said without any change in her expression.

"It will perfunctory me..."

Angela walked out of the room grumbling.

"I've never perfunctory you." The girl whispered softly in a faint voice, and then followed Angra's footsteps, walking half a step behind him.

"Won't you walk with me? If you walk behind me, it's not convenient to talk." Angela asked strangely.

"Please don't worry, women at the border are like this."

"Really? Since you said so..."

Angela always felt that something was wrong, but this kind of trivial matter was nothing to be concerned about, so he walked out of the living room and came to the balcony on the second floor of the lord's mansion, which was facing the largest square in the town. It is centered on this square.

At this time, many players have gathered in the square.

They are either dancing with the head of the anglerfish and the dolphin, or they are talking about the game strategy (Magne: What! Is there a boss in Raiden? Why have I never seen it? !), or cheering for the dragon boat they support in the fountain pool, and some bear children holding pumpkin heads they don't know where they were removed, jokingly chasing the ghosts of sheets flying everywhere.

In short, just looking at it casually, I feel that the whole square reveals a festive feeling.

"The believers of the God of Games, my subjects, hello everyone! I am the lord of the town, Angra Fatt."

The glyph on Angra's forehead gleamed in the sun, and with an expression full of emotion and pride on his face, he said to the players who stopped talking and dancing: "We have experienced a lot in this frost and fog season. If you follow the pace of life in the past, you will probably never encounter an adventure in your life! But gentlemen, be proud of your performance. You have overcome all difficulties and successfully achieved the expectations given to us by the god of games! Everyone present They're all heroes, so..."

Having said that,

Vera in the back handed Angela a glass of wine.

The players in the square below also took various wines or beverages from the self-service booths on the side of the square (the booths had store advertisements), and held them high like Angra did.

"For the god of games!"

""For the god of games! ""

"cheers!"

""cheers! ""

The cheers from the players broke out in unison, which made the atmosphere of the scene directly ignited to the highest level.

"I announce that the Sowing Festival celebration has officially started!" Angela slammed the cup in his hand on the ground, and then shouted: "Game, give us a new life!"

""Oh--! ""

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Compared with the jubilation of the town, the sowing festival in Lancaster is not so peaceful.

"What? The Swamp Murlocs proliferate abnormally?" Lancaster's Lord Cowling Furrow frowned and looked at the parchment handed by his retainers.

"That's right, scholars believe that the frost and fog season has passed, and something abnormal happened in Xingluo Swamp, which is relatively close to Lancaster, causing the number of swamp murlocs to skyrocket."

The retainer replied respectfully.

The tragic death of Baron Nigrania, who was parachuted from the imperial capital, in the north of the city, although the city lord Colinf was in a relatively passive state, but in turn, it was like killing a chicken to warn the monkeys, beating other nobles in the city, Let those nobles who originally had some other thoughts and even took the initiative to approach Baron Negrania have to die, for fear that the city lord, who is still there, will clean up himself.

"I remember that Lancaster's sewers also inhabit swamp murlocs, right?" Colinf stroked his beard and pondered.

"That's right, but after the lids at the entrance of the sewer were reinforced recently, there have been no rumors of swamp murlocs touching the city for a long time." The aristocrat didn't know what the Lord of the City was thinking, but just told what he knew. come out.

"What about the attitudes of the big churches?" Cowling asked next.

"Uh... They said they would try their best to cooperate with our actions." The other party replied hesitantly. He knew that this answer would not satisfy the Lord of the City.

Sure enough, a sneer appeared on Colinfu's face: "Don't mention substantial help, just say try your best to cooperate? It's really the style of those bastards. Forget it, let the city guards prepare, although there is no way to expedition Xingluo. Swamp, but defending Lancaster is fine."

After finishing speaking, Colinf asked again: "By the way, what about the Magne Wilf you asked you to find before? Did he agree to come?"

"This... In fact, we didn't meet that Wilf himself." The retainer looked a little embarrassed, but he still said bravely: "He doesn't seem to be in Lancaster, we only met some of his friends... ...Those people look a little... um, crazy, and what they said didn't make sense, and they said 'Magne died again' or something... I'm afraid it will take some time before they can be contacted in person."

"Well, I understand, you go down first."

After the retainer was ordered to leave, Colin Fu frowned deeply: "The spies have not been able to find that guy, and even the results of several astrologers' divinations are the same 'not in this world'... To such an extent, that Wilf is more mysterious than I thought."