Chapter 416: This is how carnival should be
Facts have proven that.
Other messy things are false.
The feast is real!
For most ordinary people, if you talk to them about doctrine, conscience, and integrity, most of the time, they will selectively listen.
When they can eat enough, they are willing to abide by these things.
When they are really hungry, they will listen to whoever can give them food.
The believers of the Church of Seeking Knowledge understand very well.
Or so.
Because most of them are from ordinary people.
They know what ordinary people like themselves need most.
The core and most important part of the whole celebration is the feast!
After the sky turned completely dark, the familiar huge silver light curtain reappeared in the sky.
There were only two beautiful and gorgeous lines of characters on it:
"The celebration begins!"
"Enjoy the food and revel as you like!"
This made the people who came to the celebration venue early burst into a fierce cheer!
"Praise Nowen, praise the Church of Seeking Knowledge, oh, by the way, and Resti, praise Him too!"
There are no red tape, no prayer ceremony;
There are no requirements for personal seating, no requirements for dining etiquette!
The only rule is: don't waste.
Of course, there is no need to specify this rule.
Because such a rich harvest feast, for people who can't eat so many good things on weekdays, wasting is definitely a great crime.
Everyone just hates that their stomachs are not big enough to taste all the delicacies.
Just find a seat that you like and sit down. The rich food has been neatly arranged on the table.
Lancelot was still choosing a suitable seat when he felt someone patted his back heavily.
"Aha! Look who this is! Our Haoquan Lancelot!"
Just listening to the slick voice and slightly exaggerated way of speaking, Lancelot knew who the other person was without turning around.
One of his friends in Niuyan Town, Dolan.
Dolan is a few years older than him, looks like a skinny monkey, but he is very smart.
When Lancelot was still working as a coolie, Dolan's life was much better than his.
This guy is good at making money with his mouth.
He traveled around the taverns in various towns in Ceylon Territory, telling people stories, playing the harmonica, and playing a decent dance melody with his old second-hand violin.
Lancelot knew that Dolan also stayed in the Dawn City, but he had found a new job during this period and was very busy. He hadn't seen him for several days.
It was only with the opportunity of this celebration that the two had the opportunity to get together again.
They found a suitable place. Because there were more people, Lancelot and Dolan sat almost tightly together.
Compared with the sturdy Lancelot, Dolan next to him looked like a dwarf.
Dolan quickly grabbed two chicken legs, one in each hand, and stuffed them into his mouth and took a big bite!
The chicken sprinkled with seasonings was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The mouthful of oil made Dolan moan happily!
Then he stood up and scooped two full cups of light beer from the large oak barrel not far away.
"Excuse me! Excuse me! Hey, make some room for me, thank you!"
He squeezed back to sit next to Lancelot and gave him one of the cups.
"God of knowledge! How great it would be if there were such celebrations and carnivals every day!"
"Lancelot, try this roast chicken. I'm sure it should be made in Grandpa Ken's roast chicken shop in Ceylon City. The sauce on it tastes exactly the same as what I've eaten before!"
"If it's served with salad and lettuce, it would be perfect!"
"Only Grandpa Ken's secret sauce has such a unique taste!"
Dolan was half right.
The roast chicken did use Grandpa Ken's secret sauce.
But it wasn't made in their shop.
Instead, the believers of seeking knowledge simply invited the old chef whose name was only "Ken"!
The money for buying ingredients has been spent, so why not pack up the chef as well!
If you look closely, you will find that among the chefs who are busy brushing the sauce, there is Grandpa Ken.
"Come on, my great Lord Haoquan, cheers! Cheers to the gods!"
Dolan raised the wine glass in his hand high.
"Cheers to the gods!"
Lancelot raised his glass to respond to the other party, and then just tasted it lightly, without drinking more.
He will participate in the final of the boxing championship later. Drinking will paralyze his brain and slow down his reaction. It is not suitable for boxing, which is a very reaction-dependent activity.
The light beer is icy cold in the mouth, as if it has just been taken out of a cold ice cellar.
At the end of September, the sun has just set, and the summer heat has not completely subsided. At this time, it is as comfortable as it can be to take a sip of cold drink.
Dolan did not hesitate to praise him.
"Magic! It's definitely magic!"
"You know, that big wooden barrel must have been enchanted, the wine inside is always chilled!"
"I heard that only the homes of nobles and church elders have such magical items, I didn't expect that we can experience it too!"
"Praise you! Great God of Knowledge!"
Lancelot took advantage of his height to look around.
Everyone was eating and drinking as hard as they could, and a steady stream of freshly baked, steaming delicacies were still being delivered quickly.
The requirement of "no waste" was implemented very well.
Although the meal was rich enough, there was no need to worry about not being able to eat what they wanted.
But people still cherished every bone and chewed it clean, leaving no meat shreds, to the extent that even dogs would shake their heads when they saw it.
Most people had been poor and hungry, and knew the preciousness of food, and could not bear to waste it at all.
However, a small number of manor nobles looked embarrassed.
The reason for the embarrassment was that this seemed to be different from the celebration they had expected.
Since it was a celebration organized by a church, they also changed into more formal clothes on purpose. There should be a more formal offering process at the celebration, and there would probably be crystal records of taking photos or something.
As a result, there was nothing at all.
Everyone can eat and drink to their heart's content, and the entire celebration venue is filled with laughter. No matter if you know someone or not, at this time, as long as you raise your glass, even if it's for the reason of "the neighbor's dog gave birth yesterday", it can become an opportunity for people around you to drink beer with you.
Baron Qinar quickly adapted to this environment.
He figured it out.
The Church of Seeking Knowledge is obviously different from other churches.
There are not so many rules and regulations, and there is no distinction between superiors and subordinates.
In such a church, the celebration environment will naturally be extremely free.
What's more.
To commemorate a miracle.
Carnival is also a kind of celebration.
Carnival - this is how it should be!
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