As guests, Donald and his group were allowed to participate directly in the winter festival.

Of course, as a bystander, there was a cheerful crowd between the seats where they sat from the building platform in the center of the Cross Street.

The busy year is the time to enjoy it at the end of winter. Adults are talking about interesting things that have happened around them recently. Occasionally, they will close their hands and laugh happily. Those who are playing around the table and some greedy little ghosts sit by the adults early, holding knives and forks in their hands, wishing they will start the annual sumptuous meal the next moment, but they will often be stopped by their parents.

Because the great sage is about to preside over the winter festival.

"This is pheasant soup, this is roasted rabbit meat, this is..."

Anthony put his hands in front of him, and used a chef's professional sense of smell to distinguish the dishes on the table several meters away.

"If you want to continue talking, maybe I will give you a few coins to add a seat to myself."

Donald, holding jerky in his hand, glanced at him helplessly. He had met the village chief again before the winter festival began, which aroused the hostility of these villagers again. It was not impossible to pay some money to serve the table, but just eat under the gaze of a group of people. It was still difficult to have some taste.

"The Great Sage of Claremont seems to be preparing to start the winter festival."

Stephanie patted Donald on the shoulder and looked at the building platform in the middle of the street.

"Everyone, I'm very happy that the village..."

There is no obscure oracle, or asking the people to express a specific attitude or offer gifts to the god of harvest and hunting. Claremont is like an old man dressed in a formal manner standing on the stage and telling the villagers below about the situation in the village this year. For example, whose family's harvest has increased, whose family has added a new population, or which young man has married a wife, and there are still some funny words during this period, which can often cause blockbusters of applause and laughter to respond.

Even Donald couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth when he listened to those jokes about meat and vegetables.

The wandering life in the past few years brought Claremont not only physical pain and the rolling eyes and contempt during the trip, but also the eloquence of crossing mountains and ridges, being used to the storm after storms, and communicating with different people from all over the world.

If such a person is made younger than teenagers, some people say that he can do something great, Donald believes that he will be able to do something big.

"May God bless us, and the winter festival begins from now on!"

At the end of the speech, Clermont stood in front of the fire pit lit in the middle of the building. More than a dozen thick firewood formed a large bonfire behind him. When his palms were raised, the flames behind him shook out of thin air as if they had sensed, and they rushed up a little. The fire was bright and shone in all the people around him.

Some Martians floated out from behind Claremont, like fireflies in the dark night, passing through the crowd, but not dissipating, but staying among people, either gathering into a ball of fire the size of a thumb or scattering into light spots.

Donald could clearly feel the temperature rising nearby and soon felt warm. On this winter night, this is something that makes people feel comfortable.

So the cheers of the crowd came one after another, and they regarded this as a miracle and were inspired by its appearance. It was time to use a knife, fork, spoon and bowl.

With a jingling sound, the aroma of food became stronger and stronger.

"How did he do it?"

Surprised by this "heating", Anthony asked in surprise.

"It should be the talent he mentioned before. I didn't feel the slightest spell fluctuation. It's certain that he did not use spells."

Just talking about this skillful Fire Element Control, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a Fire Element Wizard or a strange disciple, but I just don’t know how much he can do.

And this was not the end. In the crowd who opened their feast, someone soon came to the building platform with a wooden plate with three glasses of wine. Claremont raised his glass, everyone stopped and their eyes gathered on him again.

"God said, in the new year, there will be a bumper harvest of farmland!"

After drinking the first glass of wine, the half-meter-long rich wheat ears inserted on the beams and pillars at the entrance of every household in the village suddenly flew towards the platform, and began to dance around the entire platform, and the heavy wheat ears also swayed on all sides.

“Harvest~~~”

The crowd repeats the most critical words.

"God said, in the new year, the house will be full of hunting!"

After drinking the second glass of wine, blue light spots emerged from the animal skins nailed on the doors of every household in the village, turning into a faint soul phantom, running and leaping from the top of the crowd, stagnating over the fire pit, shining brightly.

"Hunting~~~"

Another echo.

"God said that the new year... is still happy!!!"

There is a brief pause in the sentence, and there is an upbeat ending sound at the end, which means positive and upward.

The wheat ears on the platform rose into the sky at this moment, blended with the beast souls, turning into a human-shaped phantom, which looked like Claremont, and then spread out into dozens of light spots and rose into the sky, exploding gorgeous fireworks...

“The happiness remains ~~~”

The last sentence is four words, and the people stood up one after another, held their wine glasses high, and looked towards Claremont.

This glass of wine is naturally toasted him.

"It's so good... I haven't seen fireworks for a long time. I didn't catch up with Demingham's winter celebration. I didn't expect to see it here."

Stephanie looked at the fireworks in the sky, leaned her left on Donald's shoulder, her eyes circling, and then said,

"Those people are so happy, the great sage... it turns out that they are a profession that can bring happiness to people."

"Does the great sage bring happiness? It sounds really good, I hope it is indeed the case..."

A white breath came out of his mouth. Donald held Finger, who was holding his head up like him, glanced at Stephanie beside him, and whispered to himself.

"Donald, Claremont is gone."

While several people were watching the fireworks, Anthony suddenly said.

When I came back to my senses, I looked at the building platform in the center, and the old man had indeed disappeared.

"It's really gone. Can he, an old man, go so fast?"

Stephanie looked around and could not see Claremont.

"I understand now why the village chief has not investigated clearly where he went after the festival for so long, and what is the so-called dialogue with God. This village has obviously become the home court of the Great Sage."

Donald's eyes were glowing red, his spiritual vision opened, his eyes passed through several houses and landed on his back dozens of meters away.

The time they diverted their attention was only a few seconds. In this short period of time, they avoided everyone's sight and walked so far. Donald would not believe it if there were no special means.

Relying on spiritual vision, there will naturally be no problem to keep up.

The group hung behind Claremont so far, followed him out of the village and into the forest.

"If the Great Sage goes wherever he says, there is no so-called God of Harvest and Hunting. Then a separate dialogue with God should be a cover. He can complete this false ritual that does not exist in the church, right?"

Stephanie didn't understand why he left the village, and this behavior always seemed a bit unnecessary.

"He knew that we were aliens, and even in this situation, he still chose to leave in this way, even if we had to risk being discovered by us, which undoubtedly means that what he had to do could not be postponed and had to be completed after the winter festival... He should still have some secrets."

There are many mysteries in this great sage in Donald's opinion.

Following Claremont, he soon arrived at a valley in the south of the village. Donald walked to somewhere and raised his hand to stop everything behind him, and then pointed to Claremont who was stationed in the woodland ahead.

With a distance of twenty or thirty meters, Stephanie could hardly see the other person's figure. Donald had to rely on spiritual vision to see a contour, while Anthony showed his own talent to have night vision.

"Come out, I've arrived!"

Claremont shouted, standing next to a tree that was obviously thicker than the surrounding trees, with a sound that was not small, at least Donald could hear clearly at the location of his place.

After waiting for a while, no one responded, Claremont took out a wood carving from his arms and raised it above his head.

"The thing in his hand seemed to be his statue... I seemed to have seen one in the front of the prayer hall of the church before. What did he do with this statue?"

Anthony, who could see some details, whispered.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the wood carving in Claremont's hand radiating brightly. Compared with the one he picked up by the lake before, the wood carving in his hand was more than ten times brighter.

Hu~ Hu~

Above the woodland, a dull sound of wind came.

Donald quickly formed seals with both hands, and a layer of barrier wrapped them all to cover up their whereabouts.

"What is that?"

"What kind of monster is that!"

Donald and Anthony said at the same time that the words were different, but the meaning was the same.

There was a monster nearly 3 meters high, like an enlarged version of the crow, which was now landing in front of Claremont.

The rich negative energy can be easily felt, but because of distance, Donald cannot see the true face of the monster.

"This is the faith of the villagers this year. According to the agreement between us, I will hand it over to you. Please do not curse those village names, they have no intention of invading your territory and offending your existence."

Claremont knelt on one knee, holding the statue of the god in both hands and handing it to the monster.

"quack!"

The strange and sharp sound sounded a bit similar to the crow.

"He seems to be angry!"

Although he could not see it, Stephanie, who could sense it, leaned into Donald's ear and said.

"who?"

There are two existences there.

"monster!"

"Ga!!!"
Chapter completed!