"Wu, as you said just now, the wild child we picked up eight years ago has finally grown up."

Lar pretended to pat my shoulder and wiped the moist corners of his eyes, as if all the words I just said were his credit.

If Sarah hadn't been there, I would have really wanted to give this guy a super Argentinian shot and let him know what it feels like to duck the waist.

"Cousin...cousin meow!!" With a warlike look in her eyes, Feini stammered and came closer.

"Okay, okay, I know what you're going to say." I interrupted the fake girl impatiently, and I casually thrust a wooden sword made from a random branch into her hand.

"General Feini, traces of the Sinking Demon were found ten kilometers ahead. Are you willing to lead ten Spartan warriors to bring back their heads for me? Hang the small knife covered with their blood proudly on your chest.

forward!!"

"Take orders!!"

Fini, who was completely absorbed in the drama, held the wooden sword in her hand tightly, just like a precious sword, and with the determination to succeed or die, she solemnly bowed to me, turned around and left.

Everyone who saw this scene was speechless.

"It's not a good idea to take advantage of the trust of admirers inspired by your own words to do this kind of thing."

Karina looked at Fini's disappearing back with some pity.

"Sister, this is what politicians do." I gave her a deep look and couldn't wait to join the pile of wives.

Hey, Vilas, my cute little dog Vilas, don’t think that I can’t see you if you hide behind Linya. Come on, come over to my husband’s side and let him hear a “woof”...

With a lewd smile on his face, his ten claws and fingers kept squirming, approaching Vilas, who was hiding behind Linya and blushing with shame. As a result, she was immediately pushed to the ground by the little fox and Bea, and beaten into a pig's head.

Over there, Arturia and Sister Sharna faced each other wordlessly again.

Over there, many people gathered together to watch how Old Man Sala inserted two fireworks into the nostrils of the sleeping Mudiao Donggua, and then lit them...

boom~~~!!

I asked why this old guy was so quiet and didn't make noises with people like the old drunkard. It turned out he was asleep.

Also, um, the dwarf elder? Watching the former dwarf king having fireworks stuck in his nostrils, and even joining the onlookers, is it really okay to do so?

As a result, we saw Mu Aodonggua, who was awakened by sparks, spraying colorful fireworks from both nostrils, screaming and howling wildly around the square, with that strong and beautiful figure...

These guys...are they graduates of professional comedy classes?

"Ahem, everyone, be quiet."

I clapped my palms to attract everyone's attention, and then took out a booklet from Linya's hand.

This thick 16-page book contained nothing else but recorded the total number of programs applied for during the five days of God’s birthday.

That's right, there are hundreds of programs in a thick book, and the number of programs is about a thousand.

As for how such a bizarre quantity was produced...it's probably our fault that we were overly excited at the time.

A total of seven stages have been built in the entire new area of ​​the camp, which means that seven performances can be held at the same time.

In doing so, we also take into account that on God’s birthday, there are hundreds of thousands of spectators. If most of them gather together to watch the performance, such a huge number will inevitably cause all kinds of big problems.

So there is this number.

How to make full use of these stages? Seven stages, a five-day festival, is too much.

So, I slapped my thigh and decided to open the door to every region, every race, every tribe, even a village, a team of wandering artists, as long as they can put on a decent performance, they can

Apply.

The result is this booklet in my hand.

As a result, the stage was fully utilized, and programs could be scheduled until late at night on the last day of God’s birthday. The price was that our workload increased dozens of times.

Speaking of which, could it be that Akara suddenly collapsed from exhaustion after seeing this booklet?

Manpower, there is a serious shortage of manpower.

I flipped through the booklet and looked at the dense text strings on it, and my eyes almost turned green.

Then, he looked at the guys around him with a wolf-like gaze, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and showed a ferocious smile.

"I suddenly remembered something else."

Mu Aodonggua, who was about to fight to the death with Farah, reacted first and covered his charred beard, not caring about revenge.

"Where to run!!"

I turned the newly recovered Emperor Wu Sword and slapped Mu Aodonggua hard on the side of the sword, who was about to take off. Like swatting a fly, I swatted him to the ground, lying on his stomach like a toad.

"Dear Elder Fan, if you have any instructions, just say so. We are not irresponsible people like Old Winter Melon."

Seeing that the momentum was not right, Old Man Farah stepped on Muradin who was lying on the ground and said flatteringly.

"That's right, Fan, if you need anything, just ask."

Arturia was on the side, gently holding my hand. Beja, who was standing behind her, hummed and turned her head away, but she did not refuse.

"I'm not here to help a bad guy like you, I'm just doing my part for the Alliance and Great Elder Akala."

The little fox waved her supple and beautiful fox tail with an arrogant look on her face and declared proudly.

"I also want to do my part for God's birthday, please ask Elder Luo Fan." Chris put one hand on his chest and bowed gracefully.

"I want to help Fanfan, I want to help Fanfan." Tia shouted directly.

"I originally wanted to help my family open a store...it seems unlikely." Ricken and Hans looked at each other with a smile, and there seemed to be sparks in their eyes.

"If it's the task of protecting Sarah, leave it to me, Lord Lal, I...poof!!"

Before Lal *** could finish his words, he was instantly killed by Aunt Lisa behind him. Under her smiling gaze, the barbarian brothers next to him remained silent and expressed their willingness to do things for the God's birthday.

"Hmph, I..."

Director Gott stood up, his face that would have become serious and majestic if he straightened it up, was now shining like polished leather shoes.

"Brother Fan, do you still need to ask this kind of question?" Karina winked at me sexily.

"Wait, wait, what about me, where about me?" Gott, who had not appeared in a long time, pointed at himself impatiently.

"Sorry, who are you?" Karina launched a fatal blow.

"I am your husband, you bastard!!"

"Sorry, my guy disappeared a few days ago."

"So, am I back now?"

"Where's the evidence?"

"You still need evidence, bastard?!"

"Of course, you don't want me to just accept a fake as my husband."

"That's true, but I really mean it, believe me Lina!!"

"Where's the evidence?"

"You still need evidence, bastard?!"

Sister Karina’s training class has begun again...

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Chapter completed!