Lord of Rot

"You clumsy guy, hurry up! This is a very important celebration! Move your stupid feet faster, faster!"

The wine barrel was wearing an apron and shouted to the little cook in the distance.

"Yes, Mr. Barrel!" The oak basin was holding the peeled potatoes, panting slightly and speeding up the pace he was already running.

"Damn it! Run slower, the dust will get into the pot!"

"Yes, Mr. Barrel!"

"Pour it into the pot and keep stirring." The wine barrel is busy with the work at hand. He wants to take out the oyster meat to make soup, but he does not forget to tell his assistant: "If you are lazy, the bottom of the pot will look like water." His brain is just as mushy!"

"Yes, Mr. Barrel!" Oak Basin did not dare to slack off at all.

In the entire Porcupine Castle, everyone is busy.

The little maid is cleaning, the castle needs a clean day.

Peasant women from Porcupine collar who are good at making bread were gathered together, and they were responsible for preparing the bread for the celebration. On this day of the celebration, the lord would let everyone have a delicious meal, and everyone would praise the benevolent lord in their hearts.

After a while, the fragrance filled the air.

Li Qi sniffed.

Although he had been eating white bread, he had to admit that freshly baked brown bread was equally tempting, especially after maintaining a motionless posture and exerting a lot of energy.

"Please don't move!"

In the distance, a painter holding an easel was gesticulating as he painted.

Grant said that Li Qi, as the Baron of Porcupine Territory, should have his own portrait, so he asked Qiao to invite a painter. Li Qi spent an entire afternoon here for this painting.

“It will be ready soon”

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the painter finally stopped painting.

Li Qi walked over and took a look. He was probably as handsome as one-third of himself. He captured the essence, but he didn't look that girly. Or did the artist's eyes come with the special effect of skin-slimming and big eyes?

"Nice painting." He nodded.

Overall quite satisfied.

In the evening, a bonfire burns.

People gathered in the newly planned square, an open space not far from Porcupine Castle.

On the temporary wooden elevated platform, Pilit, the son of the bard, stood nervously on the stage. He played the lute, and his voice was as light as the wind, making everyone who heard it couldn't help but look in that direction. boy.

Pilit gradually relaxed, and he remembered his father's expression when he played the harp, and sometimes threw knives, earning screams of surprise.

After a very long prelude, Pilit began to sing softly: "Let us raise our wine glasses high to pay tribute to the past and the future. Under the leadership of the lord, we will eventually overcome hunger and cold. We are not afraid of fire and giant bears. We are not afraid of the night and the cold." pirate……"

What he sings about is the porcupine collar, the lord.

Everyone's ears pricked up. Although the young bard's voice was still a little nervous, the melodious sound of the strings would soothe everything.

Reacher sat in a chair, with Grant and Joe beside him.

The butler Simon poured the wine, and the footman Pitchfork picked up the knife, cut the pie, and put it on the plates in front of each of them.

Li Qi found that Grant was hesitant to speak. Whenever they had dinner together, Grant would summarize and hand over the small problems he discovered during the day. He was a very good political officer, but he was too tired. Li Qi was very worried. I appreciate Gulen's work attitude, but I am also considering letting Gulen train a few talents to reduce the burden.

After Qiao leads those craftsmen back, the Porcupine Territory will become increasingly busy in the future, and even if Grant is exhausted, he will still be busy.

"Don't work hard tonight," he told Gulen. "Enjoy the moment."

At the end of the song, Pilit played the drums, and the cheerful rhythm made people couldn't help but stamp their feet.

Li Qi looked at the maid who was poking her head and eager to try: "Girls, your stage is over there, go and play."

"My lord," the steward Simon said, "They should stay here. You need to..."

"This celebration belongs to everyone in the Porcupine Territory," Li Qi said to the maid with longing eyes, "Go."

"Yes!" They happily expressed their gratitude to the baron. Among them, the little maid wine glass even looked at the butler proudly. If the lord spoke, the butler had to listen.

The butler was silent.

The tall maid and the lively maid took two steps forward.

Then they stopped and looked at the oak basin where the little helper was bringing the dishes.

"The last dish?" Li Qi asked.

The little chef nodded: "Yes, sir."

She was a little reserved and timid in her answer.

"Let's go play with them," Li Qi said, "Don't worry, I will tell him over there at the wine barrel."

"Thank you, sir!" the little cook said in surprise. After walking a short distance quickly, he could no longer hold back and ran towards the two maids. The three of them held hands and ran towards the bonfire.

In the sound of drums played by Pilit, they jumped happily.

There are no gorgeous dances, no exquisite makeup, and no dazzling long skirts. They are wearing linen maid dresses, which may be stained with dust and not decent, but they are extremely happy at this time.

Soon some teenagers were attracted by their joy, and everyone knew that they were maids at Porcupine Castle, which was a very respectable job.

Even the tall maid has someone to dance with, but the other person is a head shorter than her.

The sound of laughter and singing floats far away.

reached the ears of the slaves.

They had another full meal today, and everyone even had a bowl of broth. The oil floating on the surface of the soup was enough to show how delicious the soup was.

Carrot finished the bowl of soup, but he secretly left the minced meat at the bottom of the soup for his sister.

He will always remember this day as he remembers the day he ate all-you-can-eat carrots.

"It's good," his sister said, snuggling next to him.

Carrot touched his belly and nodded: "It's good."

……

"You damn dwarf, how can you drink so well!"

Black Ear took a deep sip of beer. He hadn't eaten much, his stomach was already full of wine, and his head was dizzy.

"Hahaha, I am a dwarf, but I will drink you until you lie on the ground!" The dwarf craftsman Fula laughed: "You will be shorter than me!"

"I'm going to give you a good punch in the face!" As soon as Hei Er's butt moved away from the chair, his legs fell to the ground uncontrollably. After a while, he fell asleep on the ground in a daze. .

The dwarf craftsman Fula took a sip of wine and shouted to the people around him: "I am a giant! He is the dwarf!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The crowd roared.

The laughter quieted as the Baron arrived.

Even Pilit stopped playing the piano.

They looked at the lord with great restraint.

"To your lord!" The dwarf craftsman Fula was very keen. He raised his wine glass and shouted: "Don't care whether the soup in your cup is thick soup, hot tea or wine, here to your lord!"

"To your lord!"

"To your lord!"

"To your lord!"

Waves of waves swept across.

Li Qi nodded to the bard's son, who understood and continued to play.

Suddenly there was a hint of coldness on the tip of his nose, and Li Qi raised his head.

Snowing.