Release that Witch

Six pickled whole cows were transported by the cart to the campfire. If it wasn't for the militia escort, Roland suspected that when the cart crossed the crowd, the whole cow would be cleaned up by the enthusiastic masses.

This is also the entire inventory in the basement of his castle. I don't think I have any steaks before the next merchant ship arrives. Roland feels tears in my heart. In order to do this celebration, he was able to pull out the family.

The royal chef brought by Wang Du was only responsible for the smearing and supervision of the fire, and the barbecue task was handed over to the six people in the militia team to complete. An iron rod was inserted into the body from the mouth of the cow and placed on the brick platform beside the fire. The flames are burning, and you can feel the heat waves coming from two or three meters away. Soon the whole cow's skin emits a sizzling sound, and the oil emerges from the pores, giving off a seductive scent.

Of course, when you are grilling, you can't let everyone wait. Under Roland's instructions, the iron axe comes with a team of militia members.

Those gorgeous and complicated court dances are not suitable for such occasions. Without long training, even the essentials of the movements may not be remembered, let alone show beautiful dances. To ensure that you can express yourself at the same time, Sandman's dance is obviously more in line with the tastes of ordinary people.

I saw the iron axe and the players with their hands on their hips, one of which passed through the arms of the right companion, forming a ring-like pattern, arranged in two circles around the fire. As the accompaniment—that is, several high and low horns blew, they began to move clockwise. Each time they stepped, the other kicked forward and shouted “Hello!”

"This is the lead dance you said?" Carter widened his eyes. "Is this a dance?"

"Of course, and simple and easy to remember, the militia team only took a quarter of an hour to master the pace last night," Roland laughed. "Do you want to go and try it?"

Carter shook his head and refused. He only felt that there was something in his heart that shattered and shattered - no, the exciting girl, no, the sad, youthful memories.

Other militia members patted their palms and followed the dancers' footsteps, bringing a round of applause for each round. The rhythmic rhythm of the rhythm led the masses, and they all reached out to do it. As the applause became faster and faster, the iron axe and the player's rotation speed became higher and higher, and the human ring began to show signs of disentanglement. Not long after, a team member accidentally fell, and then a group of people fell down and swayed. stop. The masses were stunned, but the applause of the militia did not stop, but instead became like a storm.

The iron axe helped the fallen members and shouted to the crowd: "Do you understand? Who wants to try it? If it falls, it will end in a round! Those who join the dance can get a sweet and delicious honey barbecue. The longer you stick, the more meat you have!"

If the aristocrats and big families invite, the townspeople will not necessarily participate in the sub-consciousness, they are always on the high, regard the civilian population as a mustard, and it is also common to repent. But when I saw the militia members, that is, the familiar neighbors who were familiar with the week, when they were beckoning themselves, they couldn’t help each other.

With the first one, there will soon be the second and third. A new round of dance started again, but this time, most of the dancers were replaced by the masses. Despite the simple movements, everyone enjoyed it, plus honey barbecue as a reward, participants all showed the best performance.

This is exactly what Roland wants to see.

In addition to the barbecue, there are also bread, fish cakes, ale, which will be distributed after the beef is distributed. The celebration will last until the evening, but Roland will not stay here. He arranged for Carter to be responsible for on-site safety, and the assistant minister came to the closing speech and then left.

He also had a private celebration feast to attend, just in the back garden of the castle.

When the evening falls, the backyard is still brightly lit.

Like the center of the square, there is also a bonfire here. The difference is that the chicken used for the barbecue is all cut into pieces. The seasoning and oil are also configured by themselves, completely imitating the way the wild barbecue is eaten. This novel way of self-help makes the witches love it. Of course, in the eyes of Roland, it is also a rare wonder. For example, Anna puts the chicken pieces in the sauce and wraps them directly with green fire. Spicy chicken. The nightingale showed her incredible knife skills. When the knife was in her hand, it was hidden. The chicken was rolled up and down. After peeling off, the bone fell completely.

Of course, there are also wines. These bottled wines from Liuye Town are obviously more suitable for women than ale. Lightning alone drank half a bottle. Although Roland wanted to say that the minor was forbidden to drink alcohol, she held the bottle in the air, and it was difficult to achieve it. He thought about it.

Roland was slightly drunk when the barbecue was halfway through. He leaned back in his chair and looked at the girl who was smiling and smiling. He felt very gratified. This is the life that the prince should have. He thinks that it is also for the witches. Those who have the ability and appearance of others should not be used as targets for hunting. If they are placed in the era before their crossing, I am afraid that wherever they go, they are dazzling focal points. What I can do now is to let them live a normal life in this square.

At this moment, the lightning fell and sat directly on Roland's lap. When he had not reacted, he smacked his cheek and kissed him.

Although this action was done very quickly, it was still captured by a witch.

She fluttered with a smile, seeing Anna, the nightingale, and Wendy looking at herself with amazement. They waved their hands and explained: "According to the rules of the fjord, at the banquet to celebrate the victory, the woman can take the initiative to kiss the leader. Dad. Every time I will let him kiss him. Does the gray castle have this habit?"

"Of course not," Roland's drunken moment woke up most of the time. "Oh... cough, lightning, you are drunk, hurry to go back to sleep!"

“How is it possible,” Lightning protested. “I used to play with everyone when I was sailing, and I never lost.”

Roland had to turn to the witch. He looked at Wendy. The latter nodded and rolled up a downward airflow, blowing the lightning down. On the eve of landing, Wendy hugged the girl in the first two steps, regardless of her lingering in her arms and walking straight toward the castle.

"Don't care about that guy, she drank too much. You continue to eat, there will be desserts." Roland suddenly felt a bit embarrassed, especially Anna looked at his own eyes, making him feel that there was a chill rising from the soles of his feet. Only Nana Wa, who was completely unaffected, still focused on the chicken wings in her hands, as if nothing had happened.

When the bonfire was gradually extinguished, Roland let the nightingale **** Nanawa home, went to the well to wash his face with cold water, and was also ready to go back to sleep. This little episode, Roland, was not in his heart. In his view, lightning is only a minor child.

But when I walked to the bedroom door on the third floor, the prince’s heart jumped a bit.

He saw Anna leaning against the door.