Chapter 37

In the palace, the flame curtain has long dissipated, but the king is still there quietly like a statue. "Cough... The prince is still so young and vigorous." An old man now said on the right side of the king. He was the magician who had just supported the flame curtain. In this country, only people of his status and stage could speak beside the king at will.

"Alas, I owe them." The king sighed, "please be old." After that, he punched the old man.

"No problem, no problem. I'm too old to fight the enemy. I'm glad to serve you." Said the old magician.

"Well, send the master back to the tower." The king said to the attendants on the left and right.

"Yes." A servant came out and helped the old magician leave. In Faustin, after each senior magic apprentice has served the kingdom for a certain year, the kingdom will fund the magician to build a magic tower. The magic tower is the lifelong dream of every low-level magician.

After the old magician left, the king was alone in the grand palace where the king was located, except for the attendants and maids around the king. "Sophia, I can only do this." At the age of only 40, King Faustin, a wise king who was just in his prime, looked haggard and sighed like an old man. Sophia, the last queen, was the love of the king's life and the mother of Angelina and kensel.

"The children have grown up." The king recalled that just when the prince was angry, a large group of soldiers rushed in and surrounded the prince. He knew that his eldest son had at least completely controlled the lion army.

The lion Legion is faustan's ace Legion. If you control the lion legion, you almost control the power of faustan's army. That woman has been running around the kings, dignitaries and Chancellor of the exchequer all these years, for what, not her own throne, so that her son can inherit it.

What she doesn't know is that after years of war, Faustin's economy has long been destroyed. In addition to those who have deep knowledge, how many nobles are able to help her son win the throne. Now the most valuable thing in this country is the strong army in the front line, which is the most precious and powerful force at present. Prince kensel, now one of the strength controllers of this power, his little son, will fight his big brother in the future.

Even if he has an uncle who is one of the great lords of the League of Lycia, remember that after absorbing the territory of Charlotte, foster, who has greatly increased his national strength, should bow down to foster, not only the great Lord, but also the whole league of Lycia!

The king believed in Prince kensel's ability and that he could manage the country well. He would try his best to remove obstacles for Prince kensel while he was still alive. Late at night, the king went to the study with his attendants to deal with public affairs tirelessly. This is a wise and diligent king, and Faustin's rise is not without reason.

In the late autumn of another year, the mining town ushered in the annual beer festival. The beer festival is a grand festival passed down from Wangdu, which has a history of hundreds of years. The purpose is to celebrate this year's harvest and look forward to good luck in the coming year. Although every year is not necessarily a good harvest year, this festival has been circulating.

This year's Beer Festival is as weak and lazy as last year. Billy, the town elder of mining town, is very confident in his management ability. Old Billy is 40 years old. He has taken over his father's shift as mayor since he was 25. It has been 15 years since he took over his father's post. His first half of his life has been as smooth as his father's, weighing up to 200 kg. He is a fat man worthy of the name, But in the few years when he was about to leave office, it was as if the family's misfortune had accumulated for hundreds of years, and now all his thoughts were vented to him.

"War! War again!" Old Billy is old now and talks a lot. He always complains about this and that. Maybe old Billy has to worry about everything in recent years. He is not as calm as an old man of his age. "Haggett, ask your little son to help in the square!" Old Billy walked through the town and shouted at the shop half closed. After a reply, old Billy walked to the next house. "Britz, come out. Is the beer ready?" This is a tavern, which also has the functions of accommodation and eating. Of course, it is also the only shop with entertainment in the town.

Britz, the owner of the tavern, has a dark red beard, black spots on the nose of the wine trough and a big stomach. I really don't know how this guy can maintain his physique at the moment of rising food prices one after another. Old Billy's stomach Fei said, you know, even the mayor of his town has lost weight wildly over the years. Now it's estimated that he can have 150 kg. Thank God. "Britz, are you ready?" Seeing that there was no movement in the tavern, old Billy shouted again in front of the shop with a crutch.

"All right, all right!" Finally, britz's strong voice came from the depths of the tavern. Slowly, a big man with a red beard came out with two wine barrels. He was a fat man who was fatter than old Billy.

"Why is it so slow..." Old Billy muttered twice, dissatisfied.

"Hey, of course, beer is made first. I was watching in the cellar last night and fell asleep unconsciously." Britz scratched his head and said.

"I think you can't help taking two drinks. Are you drunk?" Old Billy chopped his crutches and scolded. "Is this wheat wine enough for tonight?"

"Enough, absolutely enough!" Britz quickly promised, "two barrels!" Then he patted the two barrels of beer he was holding. Both barrels of beer are half human tall barrels, so britz's physique can hold them without gasping,

Perhaps seeing the mayor's face was not very good, britz hurried to say hello and went to the center of the town with the wine. Today's Beer Festival is held at night. Now we should put the beer there and get ready.

Britz left with the barrel. Old Billy stayed where he was. If it weren't for the only tavern in town now, I wouldn't order wine with you! Old Billy said angrily. This is probably the most oppressive years he has done as the mayor. Now the young and middle-aged people in the town have joined the army. Even since last year, the Baron's conscription age has been reduced from 14 to 13. As a result, there are only a few old guys who can hold up the scene in the town. Now the economy in the town is extremely poor. Even food can only be met by Baron's import. When will this be the end. Old Billy sighed.

Shaking his head, old Billy went to the next tailor's shop. What's the meaning of drinking beer alone in the beer festival? There must be two programs. I asked old tailor mitt to make the performance clothes last month. I don't know if they are ready.

In maple leaf village, every family also began to pack things and do housework early in the morning. Beer Festival is only one of the most insignificant festivals in Faustin, but in kaiduoqi, it is the biggest festival before the new year. It is said that the first Baron kaiduoqi liked drinking, so he vigorously developed this festival.

Leah got up early to help her mother feed livestock and collect rice. These chickens were bought a few days ago. Since Locke became a team leader last year, he has sent more money to his family than before. After discussing with TIA, old Locke bought some chicks from the Baron's caravan. Although they are only chicks, they also cost a lot of savings because they are hens, and the chickens have to eat food, The consumption of several chickens is not much worse than that of a child. Now maple leaf village has the ability to raise livestock. In addition to the village head's family, their family has the ability. I don't know how many villagers envy these chickens.

Now the chicks have grown up. Except for the one who died young, the rest can contribute three or four eggs to their family every day. These hens are the treasure of the whole family. Leah spends less than half of her time looking after them every day.

Old Locke is still sleeping. In the past two years, most of the farm work in the field has been completed by him alone, and it is dry land. It is even more difficult to cultivate. His bones have been worn out for a long time, so he hasn't woke up yet. He needs to rest.

Leah carefully picked up a basket of eggs. The basket was not big. There were only about 20 eggs, but it was only after their family had saved so many for a week. TIA planned to sell the basket of eggs when she went to the town in the evening. Their family usually didn't go to the town, but because it was beer festival today, the village head called on the whole village to go. Since she wanted to go, she couldn't go empty handed. The industrious, thrifty and shrewd TIA saved a week's eggs and planned to take them to the town and sell them at a good price.

At 10 a.m., old Locke stretched out and got out of bed. Lady Leia and her daughter were almost ready. Old Locke and mother and daughter said hello and went to the field. Although it was late autumn, rice potatoes were still planted in the field. This cold and dry resistant crop was sold to farmers by the Baron caravan in recent two years. Although rice potatoes tasted very astringent and small, But it's lucky to be able to grow food that can make a living in today's land. No one cares about it. Old Locke had to go and have a look, because it was almost winter, and guinea pigs and other animals began to go crazy. If no one looked after his field, it was estimated that in less than two days, his rice and potato could be emptied by guinea pigs.

Old Locke waved a whip made of rattan and walked on the dirt road. Although his field was not far from home, it was also close to the mountain stream. All the way, there were bleak leaves falling. Some gray guinea pigs ran around in the dead grass. These guinea pigs used to look cute, but now no one likes them, Civilians, especially farmers, have an inexplicable indignation at the robbers who rob their food.

Old Locke went to his own field. A lot of soil bags were turned up in the two Mu field with rice and potato. The roots of tuberous crops were clearly visible in the soil bags, and there were faint traces of sawtooth bite on them. "Damn guinea pig!" Old Locke cursed, went near the earth bag, squatted down and flattened the earth bag with his hand. Rice and potato have strong vitality. If they are covered with soil in time, they may still live. After doing this, old Locke got up and beat the ground with a whip. The guinea pig was timid. A little noise could scare him away. Old Locke did this to drive away the guinea pigs that might still exist in the field.

If he was 10 years younger, old Locke would never let go of these guinea pigs easily. When young Locke was a child, he ate very limited meat. In addition to small things such as fish and shrimp in the river, it was guinea pigs. At that time, old Locke didn't give little Locke a taste.