Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 82: New Night

Claude ended up coming home with ten pounds of whale meat, a special gift from Alexon, taken from the tail of a unicorn whale. It is said that this is the best part of the whale because the whale can swim in the water by swinging its tail up and down, so the meat at the tail position is live meat, experts and gastronomers agree that this is the best part of the whale's flesh...

Erickson's return has allowed Claude to be with him in the days leading up to the New Year's, and Verickro and the three of them spent almost every day together again walking the streets and alleys of White Deer Town, where there was no excitement to see them. Even the three of them dragged Ericsson's small fishing boat ashore down again and took a walk around Lake Beringa in the snowflake. Just because of the cold, most of the lake fish dive into the deep water and the bottom of the lake, and they don't have much to harvest even with the net.

Mr. Morsan's eldest son, Albert, also returned home after being vacated by Sir Fox for the New Year. After more than six months of not seeing each other, Claude found that the goods seemed to have grown into something that would not show any more hatred for him in front of his parents.

His attitude towards Claude continues to be ignored, as if Claude did not exist. As for sister Anna and younger brother Brooke, he wanted to show the dignity of being a big brother, but instead of giving him face, sister and younger brother ran to Claude and looked at him with vigilance...

All in all, Albert's first day home saw him as a stranger to both his brother and sister, except for the way his parents showed interest and intimacy. It made him very upset, so he kicked his little snowdog for no reason.

Turns out everyone is speechless. The snowdog, almost eight months old, is not so bully. He rudely revealed his sharp canine teeth, ripped Albert's pants, and scared the crawler to the dining table and cried for help...

Finally, the mother stopped the snow dog's intimidation of Albert, when he realized that he was not as good at home as a snow dog. Because the parents didn't teach Snow Dog to bite his pants, they accused him of not bullying Snow Dog. Mr. Morsan also deliberately went to the kitchen to fetch a cowbone to appease the grievances and grievances of the little snow dog.

So Albert had another scared object at home, and the little snow dog had his revenge. Every time he saw Albert, he lay low, roared low in his throat, and made a gesture that he was ready to jump up, which shook Albert's heart. To the point where he risked being bitten by a little snow dog every time he went to the restaurant, it was like year after year.

At last, the New Year arrived, having had a rich dinner, the family split several ways to go to the Temple of War, the Mother Earth Temple and the Moon Temple to guard the night, waiting for the New Year's bell to ring.

It is the tradition of the Bai Lu Town residents for the New Year, who are accustomed to sending away the last minute of the past year in the temple to greet the new year. Mr. Morsan naturally went to the Temple of War, and Claude was asked to come with him. The mother took her sister and brother, as well as the little snow dog, to the Temple of the Mother Earth to pray for peace and happiness for her family in the new year. I heard there was a gathering of almost all housewives in White Deer Town.

Young men and women in White Deer Town travel to the Temple of the Moon because the Silver Moon Goddess also manages love and marriage. Unmarried men and women pray to meet their other half in front of the idols, and the annual New Year's Eve is a great night for strange men and women to get to know each other. Albert was grown up and unmarried, so he dressed up like an arrogant cock at night. Claude can only wish him a big pile of shit at night...

It was the first New Year of the Other World since the Passover became Claude, and while there was no shortage of memories of the New Year in the memory of little Claude, it was all so fresh and interesting for the Passover.

Fortunately, it was not through a dark medieval period of strict religious control that Claude was singularly satisfied. The countries of the Farea continent have adopted an attitude of religious freedom and tolerance, and there is little notion of monotheism among the temples, although there is a quarrel between them. The same is true for the faithful, who do not object to their own faithful also praying in other temples, because the spirits served in each temple have different priests under their command. Just as you get sick and go to the temple of war and pray, the god of war priest will send you to the temple of the Mother Earth.

Though the Temple of War is the largest temple in White Deer Town, Claude arrived with his father in the mountains. The small square in front of the temple was filled with colored flags, and a long and long tent was erected around it, and people kept coming and going.

Mr. Morsan said the tents had been set up by the businessmen as simple taverns to serve wine and food to the carnival waiting for the New Year's bell to ring. The rent is divided into three portions, one for the Temple of War and the Town Hall, and one for the patrol forces responsible for the maintenance of order, who will be the busiest on this New Year's Eve.

A pile of bonfires over two metres high had been lit in the middle of the small square, and the flaming red flames danced wonderfully in the cold wind, bringing dazzling light to the entire small square.

Naturally, Mr. Morsan would not stay in the square to greet the arrival of the New Year with the townspeople, and he took Claude to the gate of the Temple of War, where he was greeted by several god of war priests guarding the doors. Claude walked into the palace and found out that almost everyone in the town with an identity was already here. Mr. Morsan, like a star, was constantly greeted and greeted from entering the hall, and some were familiar with talking to Mr. Morsan, while praising Claude for his true spirit, touching Claude's head and patting him on the shoulder or something.

After nearly half an hour of chills and hospitality, Claude followed Mr. Morsan out of the hall and into a further hallway within the temple. It's arranged like a salon, where people with higher identities than those outside the hall gather to chat and enjoy wine.

Claude knows many of them, such as the mayor, Baron Robert, the headmaster, who is usually rare in China, and the town treasurer and patrol chief. It will be Mr. Morsan's turn to greet and greet all of you. Finally, Mr. Morsan led Claude to the mayor, Baron Robert, and after greeting him, he asked him to salute him and sit on the couch next to him.

Claude hates the atmosphere here, like needle felt. He thinks he'll go crazy if he stays here all night. In the meantime, someone outside said Sir Fox was coming. Now it's not just Mr. Morsan, even the mayor, Baron Robert, who stood up and greeted everyone indoors.

Far away came a laugh, Claude, which found the crowd walking across the street, led by an elder priest in a temple of war in a red robe, and it seemed that the old man in the leather coat in the middle was Sir Fox.

Meetings between the two groups have naturally been a long time of courtesy and greeting crap. The old man, Sir Fox, had a great laugh, even remembering the name and family of everyone who greeted him. He shakes hands with kindness and the person of his turn, not only calls out the other person's name, but also asks about his family, making everyone feel like spring wind and flattered. Not even the mayor, Baron Robert.

Claude suddenly heard someone shouting his name and looked up and saw Ericsson waving at him in the corner. Happily, he hastily pulled his father's sleeve, indicating that he wanted to go out with his partner. Mr. Morsan also knew that it was inappropriate for Claude to stay here and nodded and agreed.

Out at the gate of the Temple of War, Claude asked Ericsson why he was here.

Eriksson replied that his father, Captain Autrüney, was in the hall and had just heard that Mr. Morsan had come with his second son and knew that they had gone inside the hall. Just as his father, Captain O'Trooney, couldn't get in, he had to find a way to get in and find Claude, and when Sir Fox arrived, he followed him.

That's the class! Claude can only sigh in his heart. Most of the people staying in the hall are managers of a public office in White Deer Town, arguably the upper echelons of power in White Deer Town. And like Captain O'Trooney, or the big businessmen in town, they're all in the hall, automatically stopping outside the hall.

“We go to the Temple of the Moon, it's full of old men, nothing to have fun with.” Eriksson said, "Verikero's there, too. Let's go find him. ”

“Wait," said Claudella, eager to run over to Ericsson, strangely asking, “Where's Vikro? He's not a minor...”

“Oh, not what you think.” Eriksson laughed: “Verikero was ordered by his father to follow his sister, in case his sister was fooled by a man...”

Claudette Earl, that clever sister of Verricolo, had long wanted to marry herself, only because she couldn't find the right person because she was as big as Verricolo. If there was a man willing to marry her, there was no need to lie, and hooking hands would follow.

Like the square in front of the Temple of War, the small square in front of the Temple of the Moon also built a large and long tent around it, and a large number of bonfires were lit in the middle of the square. The only difference is there is music and dance, a band playing happy music, many young men and women holding hands around the campfire dancing in circles, laughter and cheer all over the square...

Claude nodded, this is really much better than the Temple of War. Whether it's the square or the main hall, it's basically the big lords. Their pastime is to pour wine and brag loudly. Occasionally, there are two cats who urinate too much to do a live corner force. People who are similarly drunk around the circle yell well. In the end, there may be a big mix-up.

Mr. Morsan said that the largest number of patrols and the most vigilant of guards were committed to Temple of War Square each year on the New Year's Eve. But it's still the most frequent place to fight. Sometimes even the drunkards beat the cops together...

“Let's go there.” Erickson pointed to a tent next to the square with a pink and white striped roof.

Claude was a little hesitant: "Is that a pub? We're minors. Why are we going there? They're not selling us drinks. ”

If it's private, whether it's a tavern or a grocery store, as long as there's a place to sell the wine, it doesn't matter if the person who came to buy the wine is an adult. Although the laws of the Kingdom expressly prohibit alcohol dealers from selling alcoholic beverages to minors, an excuse to run errands on behalf of their families is a perfect circumvention of the laws of the Kingdom. Like Claude on two occasions, they ventured out to buy Gandhi and blueberry fruit wines under this pretext, although everyone knows it, nobody can break it.

But now it's a public place, and the tented makeshift tavern sells loose drinks, that is, drinks without selling the whole bottle or barrel. Even if Eriksson dragged Claude in, no one would dare to sell him a drink in flagrant violation of the law, otherwise if he was caught, he would be more likely to sell the wine than he was to buy it.

“No, it's not just wine, it's milk tea and hot juice, and lots of snacks.” Erickson waved, “Come with me, you'll have an unexpected surprise. ”