On the other side, people went back to their own hos, grabbing whatever they could; those who really had nothing even ca back blushing, carrying a basket of tree bark.
It's just a pity that in Sparrow Wood Territory nowadays, no one eats that stuff anymore. Everyone accepted his good intentions, but as for the bark, there was no need to throw it into the pot…
In just half an hour, a colorful pile of fruits and vegetables had appeared in front of Rock Inn's door.
Mostly cabbages, with so wild greens and berries, plus potatoes and sweet potatoes.
Before this year's harvest, these things were basically all the family assets Wheat Field Village had.
Yet on this day worth celebrating, they still took everything out without the slightest hesitation.
It wasn't to act rich with a swollen face, and it wasn't even entirely for the sake of celebrating the outlander with a Great Sword on his back. It was more for themselves—or rather, to comfort the Divine that watched over them: their lives had gotten back on track again, and soon it would be ti to say goodbye to the old days.
A month ago, when the fresh green sprouts had just poked their heads out of the soil, many people had already been mulling this over in their hearts.
Gunter's inn just helped gather a pretext together, and luckily happened to catch this timing…
While everyone was noisily brainstorming for the party, their charming old ancestor finally seed to be done with his business and climbed up out of the mud pit.
That long, thin Skeleton arm was raised high, and along with it ca his stubborn shout.
Rustic and tough as nails: "Wait, you guys are having a banquet?! Count in! I'm your damn old man!"
Unfortunately, no one could understand that creaky, crackling voice except himself.
Luckily, a "Mountain People" who was said to understand Undead-speak happened to be passing nearby, and the quick-witted villagers went to fetch him over.
Facing this big oaf with a Crystal Ball hanging on his chest, the villagers all gazed at him eagerly, asking him about their ancestor's wisdom.
Facing those pairs of burning eyes, [Lighter] certainly wouldn't waste everyone's good will. He bit the bullet and declared,
"He said he's donating a big fat pig!"
No other reason.
He wanted to eat!
Even though Undead Players couldn't enjoy the delicacies of the Mortal World, Pseudo-man Players sure could!
It wasn't just this morally-bankrupt Player who was swallowing his saliva; the villagers of Wheat Field Village who were "listening to their ancestor's wisdom" were gulping too.
Pork?!
Everyone exploded the instant they heard that.
Gou Jianqiang: "@%#!!"
Watching Brother Gou Jianqiang being surrounded by his grandchildren, [Rustic and Wooden] lying in the mud pit let out a sigh.
"Fine, fine… worst case I'll just buy one from Beifeng City and use the Teleportation Array to bring it here."
The brick kiln was about to open for business anyway.
He'd just take it as treating everyone to a big al, and ask them to co support the old ancestor's business more in the future…
...
The preparations for the banquet started quickly, and the atmosphere inside Rock Inn was like the flas in the fireplace, lively and blazing.
In the end, what the Players brought over wasn't just several big fat pigs; they also conveniently hauled along a dozen barrels of specialty goods from the Land of Nightmare, plus several Life Professional Players who were passionate about cooking.
Among them was Little Fish Cake Juice, the Demon King's personal chef, and a few fresh faces who'd only recently joined the ga.
The Players set up big iron pots at the inn's entrance—so slaughtered pigs, so chopped vegetables, and so just ca up with bad ideas and made trouble… The atmosphere was as festive as a holiday, and it was a riot to watch!
Even without quest rewards or achievent rewards, the joy itself was the best prize.
Not every Player played for stats like hardcore min-maxers; a good number of Players were purely fun-driven.
It wasn't just the Players who were buzzing—the NPC side was the sa. In fact, because they were different species, they actually looked a bit more alive than the Players.
The Players of "Catastrophe OL" had already marveled more than once: this artificial intelligence was getting more and more advanced.
They were practically more humane than humans.
"Brother Gunter! Congratulations! Our village finally has a place to drink from now on!"
Looking at the lively inn entrance, Old Hank, who had just dug up potatoes from the field, smiled and patted Gunter on the shoulder. His heart was bleeding, but at the sa ti he genuinely offered his blessing to this brother who'd drifted all over the place—he could finally live a stable life.
Although he'd never really thought about living a "stable life," Gunter still accepted the farr's kindness and nodded his thanks.
"Mm… thanks."
"Hey, what's there to thank! We're family from now on!" Old Hank laughed and gave his shoulder another hearty slap.
Strange thing was, this guy's body was way too solid—patting him felt like patting a rock.
Watching his master's "awkward" expression, the boy nad Julian couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile.
His master wasn't soone rich in emotion; along the way, not only did he rarely smile, he barely changed his expression at all.
Co to think of it, this was the first ti he'd ever seen his master smile so many tis in a single day.
Even if those smiles were a bit stiff, like soone going into the river to swim for the first ti, standing on the bank and testing the depth over and over.
But no matter how you put it, this was a good start.
As the Sword Saint's adopted son and disciple, Julian was genuinely happy for his master…
On the other side, the banquet was almost ready. The inn's main hall was packed with nearly two hundred people.
A re twenty tables were nowhere near enough to seat all the villagers of Wheat Field Village—especially since the brothers from the Salvation Army had also followed the sll over, bringing along a wild wolf they'd killed yesterday.
To fit as many people as possible, every table and bench in the village had been carried over to the front of Rock Inn, and those who didn't manage to grab a seat didn't mind—they just squatted along the roadside and waited.
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