Evening, the stars shone brilliantly.
In front of the yet-to-be-completed main castle of Cigar Castle, a bonfire burned on the lawn and gem-laden lamps glowed on the surrounding racks.
They illuminated the entire area as if it were daytime.
The knights sat on the ground, comfortably chatting around the bonfire.
Not far away, a dozen male and female servants from Cigar Courtyard were busily preparing a barbecue self-service dinner.
Mrs. Moore, clad in an apron, suppressed her voice and quietly scolded the clumsy movement of a kitchen maid: "Move quicker, be more careful, don't rush around, this is the first time the master is holding a barbecue dinner in the new castle!"
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Moore," the kitchen maid apologized with her head down, not daring to argue.
She was new and had been recruited to adapt to the future work at Cigar Castle.
And Barbara, the old-timer, had been promoted from a kitchen maid to head kitchen maid.
