Don't call me evil god

Chapter 416: This is how carnival should be

It turns out.

All other messy stuff is empty.

The meal is the real deal!

For the vast majority of ordinary people, when you talk to them about doctrine, conscience, and integrity, most of the time they will listen selectively.

They are willing to abide by these things when they have enough food to eat.

When there is a real shortage of food and they are starving, they will listen to whoever can give them food.

The believers of the Church of Seeking Knowledge understand this very well.

Or.

Because most of them were of common origin.

They know what ordinary people like themselves need most.

The core and most important part of the whole celebration is the dinner!
After the sky turned completely dark, the familiar huge silver light curtain reappeared in the sky.

There are only two beautiful and gorgeous lines of characters on it:
"The celebration begins!"

“Enjoy the food and party as much as you want!”

This caused the people who had arrived at the celebration venue early to burst into loud cheers!

"Praise Novem, praise the Church of Knowledge, oh, and praise Resti, too!"

There is no red tape, no prayer rituals;
There are no requirements for personal seating or dining etiquette!
The only rule is: don’t waste it.

Of course, there is no need to specify this provision.

Because of such a bountiful feast, for people who cannot eat so many delicious food on a daily basis, wasting it would be a huge crime.

Everyone just hates that their stomach is not big enough to taste all the delicious food.

Just find a seat that suits your taste and sit down. The sumptuous food has already been neatly placed on the table.

Lancelot was still trying to choose a suitable position when he felt someone pat his back hard.

"Ahaha! Look who it is! Our great boxer Lancelot!"

Just by listening to the slick voice and slightly exaggerated way of speaking, Lancelot knew who the other person was without even turning around.

One of his friends in Niuyan Town, Dolan.

Dolan is a few years older than him. He looks like a skinny monkey, but he is very smart.

When Lancelot was still working as a laborer, Dolan's life was much more comfortable than his.

This guy is good at making money with his mouth.

It refers to the fact that he travels around the taverns in various towns in Ceylon, telling people stories, playing the harmonica, and playing decent dance tunes with his old second-hand violin.

Lancelot knew that Dolan also stayed in the Dawn City, but he had found a new job recently and was very busy. He hadn't seen him for several days.

It was only through this celebration that the two had the opportunity to get together again.

They found a suitable seat, and because there were so many people, Lancelot and Dolan sat almost next to each other.

Compared with the burly 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 roasted until it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The mouth was filled with oil when it was taken a bite, making Dolan moan with pleasure!
Then he stood up and scooped two large glasses of light beer from a large oak barrel not far away.

"Excuse me! Excuse me! Oh, please give me some room, thank you!"

He squeezed back and sat next to Lancelot, and gave him one of the cups.

"God of knowledge! How wonderful it would be if every day could be a celebration like this!"

"Lancelot, try this roast chicken. I'm sure it was made in Grandpa Ken's roast chicken shop in Ceylon City. The sauce on it tastes exactly the same as the one I've had before!"

“It would be perfect with salad and lettuce!”

"Only Grandpa Ken's secret sauce has such a unique taste!" Dolan was half right.

The roast chicken does use Grandpa Ken’s secret sauce.

But not made in their store.

The seekers of knowledge simply invited the old chef whose name was simply "Ken"!

Since I’ve already spent money on the ingredients, I might as well pack up and send the people as well!

If you look closely, you will find that among the chefs busy brushing the sauce over there is Grandpa Ken.

"Come on, my great Lord Hao Quan, cheers! Cheers to the gods!"

Dolan raised the glass in his hand high.

"Honor to the gods!"

Lancelot raised his glass to respond to the other party, then just took a sip and didn't drink more.

He will be participating in the final of the boxing championship soon. Drinking will paralyze his brain and slow down his reaction, which makes him unsuitable for an activity like boxing that relies heavily on reaction.

The light beer tastes icy cold, as if it had 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 yet completely gone away. It would be so comfortable to have a sip of cold drink at this time.

Dolan was generous with his praise.

"Magic! It's definitely magic!"

"You know, that big wooden barrel must be 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 much as they could, and a steady stream of freshly-baked, steaming food was being delivered quickly.

The requirement of "don't waste" was implemented very well.

Although the meal is rich enough, there is no need to worry about not being able to eat what you want.

But people still cherish them very much and chew every bone thoroughly, leaving no trace of meat, to the point that even dogs would shake their heads when seeing this.

Most people have experienced poverty and hunger, and they know how precious food is and cannot bear to waste even a little bit of it.

However, a small number of manor nobles looked embarrassed.

The reason for the embarrassment was that this seemed a little different from the celebration they had expected.

Since it was a celebration organized by a church, they had changed into more formal clothes. There should be a more formal offering process at the celebration, and there would most likely be crystal photos and records or something.

As a result, absolutely nothing.

Everyone can eat and drink to their heart's content, and the entire celebration venue is filled with laughter. No matter if you know the person or not, at this time, as long as you raise your glass, even if the reason is "cheers to the dog next door who gave birth yesterday", it can become an opportunity for people around you to drink the beer with you.

Baron Chinar, however, 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.

not to mention.

To commemorate a miracle.

Carnival is also a form of celebration.

Carnival - that's what it should be like!
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(End of this chapter)