After a great victory, there ought to be a celebration. The players, led by the Mountain Tiger warband, had captured Bolas Fortress, and that certainly deserved a victory celebration.
That same night, Chris had led his outnumbered force in stopping the Restoration Army's advance. That, too, had been a successful victory worth boasting about.
Yet Chris had still held no victory celebration. There were plenty of reasons that had left him with no choice.
On the day after the victory, the Restoration Army was still camped across from them. However carefree Chris might be, he could hardly throw a celebration right under the enemy's nose.
Once the Restoration Army left, corpses littered the battlefield, making a victory celebration out of the question... Bodies lay right beside them, and it was spring, when the weather grew warmer and everything brimmed with life.
If they did not hurry to clear the battlefield and dispose of those rotting corpses, were they hoping to experience a "plague"?
Never mind this materially underdeveloped world, where medicine was still in the dark ages-even on twenty-first-century Earth, a plague outbreak was no small matter. It would not end without a few fools dying as living sacrifices to the Plague God.
So they got to work.
Once the funerals were over and the civil service examinations had been held, the day after the results were announced was clearly a very suitable time.
Celebrating their victory in war alongside the joy of passing the examinations was obviously a perfect fit.
Chris thought so too. He therefore bought tons of frozen meat, rice, and flour in bulk from an online agricultural marketplace, along with blended liquor and Corn Syrup, in preparation for a victory banquet.
Just as Chris mobilized the militia and set up large cooking pots, ready to throw