In the palace, the flame curtain had long dissipated, but the king was still like a statue, quietly now. "Ahem... the prince is still so young and energetic." An old man said to the right of the king. He was the magician who had just supported the flame curtain. In this country, only people of his status and stage could speak so casually next to the king.

"Oh, I owe him (they) to them." The king sighed, "Please be old." After that, he clasped his fists at the old man.

"It's not a problem, it's not a problem. I'm old and cannot go on the battlefield to kill the enemy. I'm very happy to be able to serve you, the king." said the old magician.

"Well, send the master back to the tower." The king said to the servants on both sides.

"Yes." A servant walked out and helped the old magician leave. In Forstan, every advanced magic apprentice, after serving the kingdom for a certain year, the kingdom would invest in the construction of a magic tower for the magician. The magic tower is the lifelong dream of every low-level magician.

After the old magician left, the king was left with the huge palace where the king was, except for the attendants and palace maids around the king. "Sophia, I can only do this." King Fostertan, a wise king who had just been in his prime, sighed haggardly like an old man. Sophia, the last queen, the king's lifelong love, was also the mother of Angelina and Kensel.

"The children are all grown up." The king recalled the scene when the prince was furious just now, and a large group of soldiers rushed in and surrounded the prince and pointed his sword at the general. He knew that his eldest son had at least completely controlled the Lion Legion.

The Lion Legion is Fostein's ace legion. After controlling the Lion Legion, it almost controlled the authority of Fostein's army. The woman has been running around the capital and the Minister of Finance for many years. What is the reason for? It is not her own throne, so that her son can inherit it.

What she didn't know was that after years of war, Foster's economy had long been destroyed. In addition to those with deep heritage, those nobles had the ability to help her son fight for the throne. Now the most valuable thing in this country is the strong army on the front line. The army is Foster's most precious and powerful force at present. Prince Kensell is now one of the controls of this force. What will his youngest son fight with his elder brother in the future.

Even if he has an uncle who is one of the great lords of the Likiya League, remember that it is one of the things that Fostein, whose national strength has increased greatly after absorbing the territory of Charlotte, is not only the great lord, but also the entire Likiya League, but also the surrender of Fostein!

The king believed in Prince Kensel's ability and believed that Prince Kensel could govern this country well. He wanted to try his best to clear obstacles for Prince Kensel during his years of life. It was late at night, and the king took his attendant to the study and handled official duties tirelessly here. This was a wise and diligent king, and Fostertan's rise was not without reason.

It is another late autumn season, and Miaoshan Town ushered in the annual Beer Festival. The Beer Festival is a grand festival passed down from the royal capital. It has a history of hundreds of years. The purpose is to celebrate this year's harvest and look forward to good luck in the coming year. Although it may not be a good year for harvest every year, this festival has been circulating.

This year's Oktoberfest is as weak and lazy as last year. The town elder Billy of Mining Town is very confident in his management ability. Old Billy is already 40 years old. It has been 15 years since he took over as the mayor of his father since he was 25 years old. He has lived as smoothly as his father. His first half of his life is as smooth as his father, and his weight reaches 200 kilograms. He is a veritable fat man, but in the past few years when he is about to step down, as if the family's bad luck has accumulated for hundreds of years, he is now venting it all.

"War! It's another war!" Old Billy is old now and talks too much. He always complains about this and that. It may be that he has to worry about everything in recent years. He is not as calm as an elderly person of the same age should be. "Higher, ask your youngest son to go to the square to help!" Old Billy walked in the town and shouted at the shop halfway with the door. After a wave of agreement came from inside, Old Billy stepped to the next house. "Britz, come out quickly, is the beer ready?" This is a pub, which also has accommodation, meals and other functions. Of course, it is also the only shop in the town with entertainment.

The owner of the tavern, Britz, has a dark red beard, a little dark spot on the nose of the wine groove, and a big belly. I really don’t know how this guy maintains this physique at the moment when food prices are rising one after another. Old Billy complained, you must know that even the mayor has lost weight in recent years, and it is thankful that he can get 150 pounds now. "Britz, are you okay?" Seeing that there was no movement in the tavern, Old Billy shouted in front of the shop with a cane.

"Okay OK!" Britz's strong voice finally came from the depths of the tavern. Slowly, a big red-bearded man walked out with two wine barrels. This was a big fat man who was fatter than old Billy.

"Why are you so slow..." Old Billy muttered twice and said dissatisfied.

"Hi, of course, beer is delicious first. I watched it in the cellar last night, but I fell asleep before I knew it." Britz said, scratching his head.

"I think you couldn't help but take a few sips. You're drunk!" Old Billy chopped the crutches and scolded. "This time the ale is enough for tonight, right?"

"Enough enough, absolutely enough!" Britz agreed quickly, "Where are two barrels!" After that, he patted the two barrels of beer he was holding. Both barrels of beer were big barrels half a person tall, and only Britz's physique could hold two without breathing even when he was holding them.

Perhaps seeing the mayor's face was not very good, Britz hurriedly greeted him and took the wine to the town center. Today's Oktoberfest was held at night. Now we have to put the beer over and prepare for it.

Britz left with the barrel in his arms, and Old Billy was still in place. If it weren't for the only one tavern in the town, I wouldn't have ordered wine here with you! Old Billy said angrily. This is probably the most depressing years he, the mayor, has been the most distressing years. Now young and middle-aged people in the town go to join the army. Even since last year, the Baron's recruitment age dropped from 14 to 13, which has led to the fact that the town can hold up the scene now. Now the economy in the town is extremely different, and even the food must be satisfied by the import of the Baron. When is this the end? Old Billy sighed.

Shaking his head, Old Billy went to the next house, the tailor shop. What's the point of drinking beer at the Oktoberfest? There must be two programs. Last month, I asked the old tailor Mit to make the performance costume. I don't know if it was done.

In Maple Leaf Village, every household started to pack up and organize housework early in the morning. The Beer Festival in Fosterstein is just one of the insignificant festivals among many festivals, but in Kaidozi, it was the biggest festival before the New Year. It was said that the first Baron Kaidozi was interested in drinking, so it vigorously developed this festival.

Lea got up early to help her mother feed livestock and collect rice. These chickens were bought some days ago. Since Locke became the team leader last year, he sent more money to her family than before. When Lao Locke and Tia discussed, he bought a few little chickens from the Baron's caravan. Although they were just small chickens, they spent a lot of savings because they were hens, and the chickens also had to eat food. The consumption of several chickens was no less than that of a child. Now, Maple Leaf Village has the ability to raise livestock, except for the village chief's family, their family has the ability. These chickens have envied so many people in the same village.

Now the chickens have grown up. Except for the one that died, the rest can contribute three or four eggs to their family every day. These hens are treasures for the whole family, and Leah spends half of her time every day to take care of them.

Old Locke is still sleeping. He has done most of the farm work in the past two years alone, and it is all dry land, so it is even more difficult to cultivate. He has been exhausted for a long time, so he still hasn't woken up and needs to rest.

Lea carefully packed a basket of eggs. The basket was not big, there were only about twenty eggs, but this was only a week after their family saved up so much. Tia planned to sell the eggs when she went to the town at night. Their family usually didn't go to the town. But because today is the Beer Festival, the village chief called on everyone in the village to go. Since they wanted to go, they could not go empty-handed. The thrifty and smart Tia saved a week of eggs, and planned to bring them to the town and sell them for a good price.

At 10 a.m., Lao Locke stretched to get up. Leah and her mother and son had almost prepared. Lao Locke greeted her and went to the field again. Although it was late autumn, rice and potatoes were still planted in the fields. This cold-resistant and dry-resistant crop was sold to farmers by the Baron Caravan in the past two years. Although the rice and potatoes tasted astringent and small, it was a great blessing to be able to grow food that could make a living in the field today. No one cares about it. Lao Locke must go and see it, because it is almost winter, and guinea pigs and other animals are also starting to store grains like crazy. If no one takes care of his field, it is estimated that his rice and potatoes will be emptied by guinea pigs in less than two days.

Old Locke walked on the dirt road with a whip made of vines. Although his field was not far from home, it was also close to the mountain stream. The leaves were falling all the way, and some gray-haired guinea pigs were running around in the dead grass. These guinea pigs looked quite cute before, but now no one liked them. Civilians, especially farmers, had inexplicable indignation towards the robbers who robbed their own food.

Old Locke walked to his field, and a lot of earthen buns were turned up from two acres of rice and potatoes. The roots of the tubers were clearly visible in the soil buns, and there were traces of serrated bites on them. "Damn guinea pig!" Old Locke cursed, and walked to the near the soil buns and squatted down and flattened the earth buns with his hands. The rice and potatoes were extremely vital. If they were covered with soil in time, they might still be alive. After doing this, Old Locke got up and waved the ground with a whip. The guinea pigs were timid and could scare away a little bit of noise. Old Locke did this to drive away the guinea pigs that might still exist in the field.
Chapter completed!