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Volume 4: The Fake Prophet of the Barbarian Orcs Chapter 2: Welcome Banquet, Reunion of Old Friends

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    The hall of St. Bablupa's monastery was immersed in an atmosphere of joy.  For a solemn and solemn monastery, this atmosphere seems inappropriate. However, no one is dissatisfied with it now. Even the venerable Bishop Kurgan personally attended the banquet and spoke in his own words.  Everyone raised their glasses and drank more wine than they had in the entire last year.  No one in the entire monastery was smiling, but the happiest person was Sylva Fezernan, who had served as the chief pilgrim for less than three months, but was respected by most people with his steely and ruthless style.  When Tomad Ann slowly walked in from the wide open door of the monastery surrounded by people, the first female chief pilgrim in hundreds of years was standing behind Dean Kurgan, wearing a full set of silver.  Wearing chain mail and a full-face helmet in the shape of a flying eagle, he was as silent as a statue made of silver and ice.  However, just when Tomad dismounted and had no time to speak, the cold ice sculpture turned into a blazing flame, and Sylva passed by Dean Kurgan like a silver whirlwind without hesitation.  into Tomad's arms.  "Who is that girl who said this morning that she wanted to test Little Tomad?" Bishop Kurgan, who was left aside, said angrily, twirling his beard, "Chef Robert, why don't we simply cancel the welcome banquet?  Anyway, these two people don¡¯t seem to be needed anymore.¡± ¡°That¡¯s alright, Mr. Dean, I¡¯ve already stewed the meat!¡± The short and fat chef retorted with his eyes widened, ¡°Not to mention you.  You know, everyone has been looking forward to this banquet for a long time. Ever since the news of the pardon order came, some people have started counting the days on their fingers. " "You really have no sense of humor, my son," Dean Kurgan said helplessly.  He sighed, then turned his eyes away and focused on the two people who came with Tomad - Long Fengdrick and Lord Deliber Karashuyan.  "I am Bishop Kurgan, the abbot of St. Bablupa Monastery. Lord Deliber is an old friend who has been here twice. Welcome to visit again, but this Lord Knight seems a little unfamiliar?" "  Dragon Fengdrick, a shadow griffin knight who belongs directly to the Duke of Bamiliyan." Fengdrick took a step forward and replied in a respectful tone, "Dean Kurgan, can you please take a step to speak?  Let me bring you a personal letter. ""Of course, but let's wait until the banquet is over. I still want to have a good meal." Dean Kurgan narrowed his eyes and smiled.  There was a sharp light in the depths of his eyes, "Every letter sent by Duke Bamilyan is not good. It is said that some people now privately nickname him 'Eight-Eyed Spider'? In my opinion, it is not as good as 'Mourning Crow'"  'More suitable for him." Feng Derek's cheeks twitched, not knowing how to respond to this obviously teasing statement, but Dean Kurgan had already looked away and looked at Lord Deliber, who had a somewhat reserved expression.  .  "That kid is very good at turning enemies into friends. I knew this when he was still an apprentice. But I didn't expect that he could do it so well." Dean Kurgan waved his hand with a smile.  Those who come here are all brothers and sisters who are bathed in the sacred light of Saint Bablupa. Don¡¯t be polite, let alone be uneasy about some things that happened in the past. Come on, the welcome banquet is about to begin.¡±  This conversation took place dozens of minutes ago, but now, the entire monastery hall is filled with boiling noise and noise, the aroma of barbecue and fresh bread is overflowing, and the lids of large barrels of wine and ale are opened and placed.  Put it together, with a huge wooden spoon next to it, allowing people to scoop it into cups and enjoy it.  A team of low-level apprentices kept moving between the wine barrels, barbecue stoves and banquet seats, constantly replenishing food and wine to each table.  "Thunder" Tangulas's face turned red after drinking, and he was still arguing with others enthusiastically about which red wine was more mellow and refreshing. However, for him who likes to drink it all in one gulp, the alcohol concentration is better than the fragrance and taste.  After receiving the news a few days ago, "Eye of the Wind" Dallas, who had just returned from the Temple of the Lord of Justice in the county, sipped brown frozen ale and played an unpleasant tune on a harp. This alternative  The senior pilgrim had the dream of becoming an excellent bard, so much so that before the massacre in Ogg Village, he was regarded as the biggest cause of the conflict between St. Bablupa Monastery and the Knights of the Steel Fist.  The protagonist of this welcome banquet - Tomad, the beetle-eyed god of death in the Magic Mountain Canyon, is sitting next to Dean Kurgan. On the other side, he takes off his air-conditioned silver armor, revealing his thick hair and sweetness.  Smiling Chief Pilgrim Sylva Fesernan.  There was an endless stream of fellow pilgrims who came to toast and greet each other, including a few high-level apprentices who had the courage to come over.The eldest child looked at Tomad with longing and curiosity. Rather than coming to toast, it was more like he wanted to get in close contact with this famous young senior and see how he was different from others.  Tomad showed a master's style of hospitality. A simple affirmation would make those half-year-old children flush with excitement; a few memories of the past could make the hearts of the fellow pilgrims rise and fall.  The head chef, nicknamed "Fei Luo", came to toast with a glass in his hands, fearing that Tomad would not recognize him at all. As a result, Tomad first thanked him for the delicious pork leg that he had prepared for him, and then cheered.  Wishing him good health, he suddenly beamed with joy, his fat face as excited as a giant tomato.  Dean Kurgan took in everything with a smile.  Tomad's sophisticated communication skills make people never think that he is not yet sixteen years old this year. Even Roland Wilps, who is nearly twice as old and has received an aristocratic education since childhood, may not be able to do this.  So comprehensive.  Dean Kurgan couldn't help but recall the past of Tomad's mentor, the senior pilgrim Fuxiu. This pilgrim who hid his surname did have many secrets. Unfortunately, with that bloody night, there may be no one left.  Got it.  "In just two years, we can educate such an outstanding disciple as Tomad. Even if the qualifications of people are very different, it is a bit incredible." Dean Kurgan shook his head gently and said  The silver cup in front of him was filled with fine wine, and he drank it all in one gulp. The sound escaping from his mouth was almost inaudible.  "A toast to the miracles performed by Bablupa, the lord of justice."
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