On the day of the celebration, there was a noisy atmosphere within Santana.
Colorful silk ribbon decorations were hung on the roadside treetops and shop doors, and there were people wearing bright clothes everywhere.
After four years of the demon crisis, the average citizen truly needed a reason to raise their spirits. So today, even the average citizen wore their best clothes.
And the Stan family had also changed its usual stingy image and became oddly generous.
In the early morning, intricate food began to be distributed on the streets. There was white bread, honey wine, and even cakes.
Even a free citizen might not be able to eat such a delightful feast.
At the distribution points, there were inevitably scenes of open plundering. If not for there being a team of fully armed elite soldiers immediately maintaining order and discipline, the chaos would have been worse.
"Lu-Luhn, I-I'm a little nervous"
