Chapter 512 511. The mysterious gift that the players want to give to Mr. Murphy.

The previous official post stated that a booth would be set up to promote the culture of foreigners. In order to ensure the fairness of this project, Archon Miriam specially sent civil servants to randomly ask questions and take notes in the square.

As a result, a look at the records collected in the morning showed that the Silver Moon Pride Group's booth was far ahead in the vote rate, and the other four booths combined were not as high as them.

Facts have proved that there are some things that people like to see no matter which world they are in, and the inspired Mrs. Shui has already begun planning to hold a "underwear show" or something at the next large-scale event, and then got other girls

unanimously denied.

As far as the status of women in this continent is concerned, this fashion show is as far as it goes.

Digging deeper, it is easy to come up with concepts related to pornography. Although this development is not a bad thing for Mrs. Shui's clothing business, we are all people from the civilized world, so we really have to deal with this.

Let’s forget about the gray areas.

After all, they are not short of money.

However, this fashion show also had a ridiculous consequence. After the morning show, Lao Huo inexplicably received several large orders, all of which came from people who came to Scarlet Castle to lick Count Andre.

The Yankee businessmen who participated in the Holy Blood Festival saw business opportunities.

Then, Mrs. Shui had to deal with those orders with a headache.

She found that most of the orders were "desert-style" dancers' costumes. It was a no-brainer to know what those Yankees were planning to buy back with these "alien-style" costumes.

"What a sin!"

Mrs. Shui rubbed her forehead helplessly.

But several of her tailor apprentices who were about to graduate were overjoyed when facing these orders. With Transia's current business model, the fact that they received so many orders meant that they could be noticed by the administrative office. After all, this was also a "creative innovation".

What about the big issue of "foreign exchange"?

After the catwalk in the morning, the already heated atmosphere of the Holy Blood Festival drove the city residents to linger at several other booths. In addition to the storytellers from the Big Bird Group who worked hard to perform, Lao Huo's "

The "Charity Gambling King Competition" was also held as scheduled. Because of the free drinks, it really attracted the favor of a group of old gamblers.

Gambling is usually prohibited in Scarlet Castle, and the semi-official Blood Rat Gang can only gamble on the sidelines during the big fight day of Fight Club. Now that they finally have ten days to relax, these guys with itchy hands can't wait for 24 hours a day.

Stay at the gaming table.

This is of course very jarring.

However, in the context of the Holy Blood Festival, both the administrative office and the first batch of peace officers trained by Lord Kudel chose to turn a blind eye.

lively!

This is the feeling that the first day of Holy Blood Festival brings to people. Even the off-duty officers of the Plantagenet Pioneer Corps who participated in the festival in low-key makeup had to admit that today's Scarlet Fort has a few hints of a big city.

climate.

“The two catwalk shows in the morning were really exciting.”

Major Ron, who was wearing a hat to cover his bald hair, winked and said to Fraser beside him:

"Our cool guys were all dumbfounded. I even saw Bob and the others trying to get close to the models while they were resting. As a result, they were kicked out by the security guards from Booty Bay. It was so embarrassing.

None of them were so hungry when they were at home, so why are they showing their true colors here?"

"Because I haven't seen him before, Ron."

Colonel Fraser came to participate in the Holy Blood Festival celebration today with the perspective of a "traveler" and a "writer". He was dressed very elegantly and even wore a very stylish beret on his head.

While observing the reactions of the crowds surrounding the Holy Blood Festival celebrations, he slowly said to the adjutant beside him:

“Things you have never seen before are the most eye-catching. If it also has profound cultural connotations, you will naturally be attracted to it when you first see it.

I admit that the catwalks organized by the Transians have a touch of eroticism, but I must also admit that the two sets of completely different styles of clothes worn by those girls this morning are by no means randomly designed.

Those costumes with different postures represent some kind of culture that we have never seen before.

Especially the clothes worn by those female warriors. Without a certain degree of civilization, it is impossible to design such a style that perfectly complements the feminine beauty of women.

We can no longer look at Transians in the same old light.

Governor Murphy is infusing some spiritual strength into a people he once called savages."

"What you said is very mysterious, but I can probably understand your feelings."

Major Ron said with a smile:

"It is precisely because you have never seen a ruthless character like Archon Miriam who is soft on the outside but strong on the inside, so you were attracted to her when you first met her, and then you tasted the most bitter failure in your life.

.”

"Shut up."

Colonel Fraser scolded:

"Go and practice your craft. Isn't there a charity gambling competition over there? I heard that all proceeds from this competition will be used to donate to the construction of local orphanages and nursing homes. Why don't you go and talk to the Transians?

Who is more powerful?

I think if General Thoros knew that his son had become the gambling king of Transia, then you would have more than one leg broken the next time you go home."

"I'm not afraid!"

Major Ron laughed and said:

"Because of our great victory in Plague Town, my father praised my courage in a letter for the first time. It seems that our victory in the swamp really earned the old guys face. Forget it, I won't argue with you.

I said, I'm going to try my luck.

Don't look for me these days, I will return to the military camp after my rotation is over, just treat it as a holiday."

After saying that, the major patted Frazier on the shoulder, turned around and ran to the registration location for the Gambling King Competition. Several junior officers followed him to join in the fun.

Fraser shook his head. He did not blame his subordinates for having fun.

It is now a rest period. After the swamp battle came to an end, the officers who participated in the battle all got half a month's leave. Some of them returned home from the Cato area, and the remaining officers took turns to be responsible for the construction of the advance camp.

The experience in the swamp was already a terrible torture for these young people. The right time to have some fun now was to vent their fatigue and depression. After all, they would face the black disaster directly next.

Moreover, he also gave himself a few days off, didn't he?

With such a mood, Colonel Fraser spent a lot of time recording the details of the Holy Blood Festival.

He planned to record what he saw and heard on this day in his travel diary during the war years, so that the people of the Plantagenet Kingdom could better understand what kind of people their neighbors were through his description.

Fraser felt that this was absolutely necessary. He could not allow his country to blindly fight against Transia, which was rising in a special way.

Moreover, this unique Holy Blood Festival was indeed very interesting. Being surrounded by people with smiles on their faces gave the colonel a rare experience of complete relaxation.

He spent some time squeezing in the crowd and listened to Jie Chong's story of "The Legend of the White Knight". He enjoyed it very much and even rewarded him with a few silver coins, although the stories Jie Chong told were all based on the sincerity of Avalon.

From the perspective of a reporter, he is secretly ridiculing the Plantagenet Kingdom for its various inactions during the Ten Years' War.

Then I ran to the booth of the student party and listened to the young people dressed in fancy clothes roaring and singing strange exotic songs.

Although most of them were not appreciated by the colonel, he had to admit that some of the lyrical songs could really hit a soft corner in his heart perfectly.

After all, when you are falling out of love, you have to listen to love songs.

When noon arrived, the colonel rubbed his already protesting belly and followed the flow of people to the famous restaurant "Dongshanju" in the business district.

But there was a big promotion here today and it was overcrowded.

Fraser originally wanted to experience the recently popular Transian delicacy, but when he saw the long queue, he suddenly lost interest.

He randomly found a stall on the street and ordered a bowl of beef noodles that were said to be great and a few side dishes. He sat there and watched the people coming and going. It wasn't until the steaming noodles were served that the colonel picked up his fork.

Ready to enjoy.

Then

"I think I should report to the Sheriff that there is a 'foreign spy' among us. He is observing certain details of Scarlet Castle with bad intentions so that he can take them back to his dwarf marshal to claim credit."

A familiar voice sounded in front of Fraser. The colonel, who had rolled up his noodles and was about to put it into his mouth, looked up in shock. He saw Miriam, dressed as an ordinary person, sitting opposite him with a smile on her face, and she also wanted some.

A bowl of noodles.

Looking at the candied haws in her hand, one can tell that the consul probably gave himself a holiday this morning.

"Wouldn't it be awkward for you to sit back suddenly like this?"

The colonel kept eating the noodles with his fork and replied with a straight face.

Although he tried hard to maintain his demeanor, the awkward feeling in his heart was still difficult to eliminate. Compared with him, Archon Miriam was much more generous.

She ate a candied haws, glanced at Fraser, and said:

"My dear senior, don't act like a child.

You and I both went to school in Port-Chardeau, and you should know the open atmosphere there. I was very rustic at the time, so I didn’t experience it, but I also know that many boys will not be as graceless as you after a failed courtship.

Treat me like an enemy."

"I'm not, I didn't."

The colonel took a bite of the hot noodles. The spicy taste caught him off guard and coughed. He didn't know if it was because his delicate nose inhaled the spicy taste, which made him almost shed tears while coughing.

"No! Don't think too much. This side is too spicy. Why do you Transians have such strong tastes?"

Fraser made a joke and took out a handkerchief to wipe his bad face while explaining:

"My demeanor doesn't allow me to sizzle. It's too spicy. Give me some water."

"Hahaha, you are really embarrassed."

Miriam smiled and handed over the water cup she carried with her. The colonel, unaware of the consul's pettyness, twisted the lid and took a sip, only to be made worse by the hot water in the thermos cup.

When it's spicy, take a sip of hot water. The sourness and refreshing taste are simply indescribable, and Fraser even sticks out his tongue.
To be continued...