Arad's crooked savior

Huttonmar began to set off sporadic fireworks, New Year's Eve, and the last hour.

Although there is no change in the physical sense, the unique state of mind is as if time has been put on a heavy shackles, and every minute and every second passes with a clear feeling.

After the dumplings and some sweet glutinous rice balls were wrapped, Celia took out a large transparent glass jar, a stack of brand new label paper, and many ballpoint pens for writing, and suggested:

"How about we write down our personal wishes and goals for the next year, seal them in this jar, and open them together next year to see if they have been realized?"

Mentioning expectations about the future is a very common but heart-warming thing.

There is no need for lofty ideals such as world peace, just small personal expectations.

Da Keer wants to make a lot of money, while Bibi and Heman are shy girls, hiding in the corner and no one knows what they wrote.

The Sanhao student took a pen and carefully wrote in a graceful note that she hoped her brother would be safe. She felt that this was enough.

Alijie and Aska unintentionally agree, hoping to become a king that everyone loves and be strong enough to stand alone.

Ophelia hopes that more people will join the religion and the number of believers will increase, Luo Lian wants to see the devil world, and Maruko wants to build a bigger and more cool magic device!

Bayana felt that she would be successful if she didn't get beaten up by Aunt Katie when she returned to Central Park.

Mailu still innocently hoped that everyone would be healthy. Xiaoxiao wrote that he would not have to do anything he wanted to do in the future and sleep every day. Then, the remuneration from the Great Temple of Remedia would be doubled. Fei tore it up ruthlessly and asked her to rewrite it~

Celia wants to try to expand her business to the Demon Realm, Tana wants to go back to the Silver Village, and Obes and the Third Princess silently want to fight for their justice and stand up!

Cyrus still wants to kill the gods, Feng Ying wants to know the location of the empire's treasure house, Mavis wants to better understand Lord Ushir's divine will, Siatt has written several times, but suddenly doesn't know what to write.

Her parents had left Weitalun, and she had once destroyed the Imperial Arena with one sword. Not long ago, she had cut off the pretty memories of her childhood that the Imperial Capital had left for her.

The tip of the pen tapped unconsciously on the paper. Siatt turned his head and glanced at Ye Lin, who was writing vigorously. It was obviously just a small wish, but it was like a long article.

"Everything is safe~"

After finishing writing, I felt it was a bit too ordinary. Siatt blushed slightly and added two more words.

"marry".

Neatly folded paper labels of various colors, all with their own names, were put into huge glass jars one by one, and then sealed with gold beeswax to avoid moisture and mold.

"Then, I will save it and take it apart this time next year!"

Celia carried the jar upstairs and prepared to put it in her room.

Although it was just a very simple small goal ceremony, when the golden beeswax sealed the jar, everyone felt a very special feeling inexplicably, as if this jar contained something that they must complete.

It's almost time. The kitchen is actually very spacious but can't accommodate too many people. The Penosio sisters and a few helpers went to cook the New Year's Eve dinner, and Hutton Mar's fireworks became more and more dazzling.

Bayana had already excitedly rushed to the yard, took out the fireworks that had been prepared from Wanzi's magic hat, then poked the half-burned charcoal in her war spear, and carefully lit the fuse.

A few naughty children were having fun playing in the yard. Suddenly, the whole sky was filled with the bright light of fireworks. The relatively well-behaved Pudding was so frightened that he ran into Ilia's arms.

Rice cake was too drunk to hear.

The sound of crackling fireworks filled people's ears with such loudness that it became difficult to hear what others were saying if they leaned a little further away.

It happened that the New Year's Eve dinner had just been put on the table, and everyone went out, silently looking up at the fleeting, yet beautiful fireworks.

Bayana lit the biggest firecracker, and just as it was dazzling, the wall clock in the living room also rang a crisp sound at the right time, arriving in the year 991 of the Arad calendar.

Biana stood in the yard for a while holding the war spear, as if she felt an unreal sense of illusion, as to how she was here last New Year.

It seems that I don’t pay much attention to it. The way of marking the year in the Demon Realm and Arad is different, and the concept of time and even the concept of day and night are very weak, so things like New Year are really dispensable.

She just stayed there for a short while, then suddenly remembered something, her eyes sparkled, she thrust the spear into the ground, and shouted excitedly: "Oh~ lucky money! Red envelope!"

Wanzi and the others also knew how to be tactful and say happy New Year before accepting the red envelope. Biana simply forgot about it and stared closely at the red envelope in Celia and the others' hands.

Although principal Shalan told Celia and the others in advance not to give too much money, they couldn't handle the large number of people, and each of them quickly became a little rich woman.

"Happy New Year~"

Naiyali also crossed her fingers, indicating that she also wanted a red envelope. God also wanted to eat and buy snacks.

"You~~um..."

Ye Lin handed over a red envelope, and then said a little suspiciously: "A red envelope is a gift and blessing from the elders to the younger ones. You are quite old, shouldn't you be the one giving me the red envelope?"

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"What, disgusting~ I am a light and delicate girl who is only thirteen years old~"

The smile was very sweet, but she secretly stepped on his foot hard, and then confidently grabbed the red envelope. Naiyali turned around and called her sister sweetly, and there was no one who could accept it.

Who makes her look like a little girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, although her real age may have to be increased by ten thousand words.

Because the horns on both sides of her head are somewhat similar to Doris's, people who have never seen her once wondered whether they were mother and daughter or sisters.

Of course, Mailu and Sophie also participated. Yelin handed over the red envelope, touched her unruly hair, and said with a gentle smile: "Mailu, after the New Year, you have grown up."

Sophie took the New Year's money but refused his touch on the head. Her eyes were cold and she snorted again: "Are you cultivating me? You really still have a heart!"

Xiao Chu had fallen asleep on the table, with a little drool at the corner of her mouth. The red envelope given to her was put aside first.

During the New Year's Eve dinner, Naiyali, who was satisfied with her gain, suddenly frowned and spat out half of the uneaten dumplings into the bowl. Her face twitched as if she was making a terrible grimace, and her mouth was so painful that she could no longer feel her emotions.

She tasted the bitter taste of one of the two disaster dumplings.

"Tsk, tsk, this is the retribution for pretending to be young." The gloating Ye Lin's expression soon froze, his forehead was sweating, his cheeks were red, and his mouth felt as hot as needles.

The hottest one ran into his bowl.

…………

Moonlight Tavern, the clock is ringing at twelve o'clock.

The proprietress raised her glass high, with a rare loss of elegance, and said cheerfully: "Today, tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, one cup is free every day, and then the whole place is half price. Cheers to our New Year!"

The lively drinkers immediately shouted enthusiastically, offering praises and blessings. Those who were interested began to prepare to perform the tradition of the Moonlight Tavern, that is, a duel!

Van Ness, Dark City Square.

Meia stood on the high platform, looking at the energetic and energetic people below. It seemed that every one of them was full of expectations for the future. The dark elves were originally a race of night owls.

"In the name of Aragorn, the Lord of the Holy Spirit, may Vanes prosper and the people be healthy!"

…

Aragorn's soul, which had been sleeping in the ancient temple in the ruins of the dark elves, slowly woke up. It seemed that he felt something in his heart. He held his hand in the direction of the dark city and smiled silently.

He has been in a state of slumber since the Venus incident, when Rommel forced his way into the mysterious realm of women and then dissipated himself.

The two great beings of the Dark Elves, both civil and military, in ancient times, even if they only have their souls left, they have always used various methods to protect their race.

In an instant, a rain of light fell from the sky above the Dark City, and everyone who bathed felt refreshed and exhausted.

The sudden "miracle" caused the people of Van Ness to kneel down and praise. They were lucky enough to see Lord Rommel's heroic appearance when he was resurrected, and they were more willing to believe that this was the glory of the Lord of the Holy Spirit.