At that moment, the entire valley fell silent for half a second, followed by a fervent and extreme shout:
"Lord Louis!!!"
"Long live Louis!!!"
"Red Tide!! Red Tide!! Red Tide!!!"
Every face illuminated by the firelight, some were smiling, some were crying, but everyone was looking up at the person standing on the high platform.
Not because Louis was so strong, but because they knew he would always hang over the territory like the sun.
After the cheers, night fell completely, but the light of the fire tower burned even brighter.
On the south side of the plaza, in the soup tent area, a winding queue had already formed.
Every pot was stewing hot soup of different flavors: green wheat beef soup, salted lamb mushroom pot, milk-braised assorted vegetable stew...
The fragrance wafted through the air, constantly tantalizing everyone's stomach.
"Line up this way! Kids can cut the line, old man come over here!"
"Add another scoop! No need to save today, plenty for everyone!"
