Their world doesn't need gods.

Chapter 171: Everyone on the Eve of Winter Day (2)

Although this world has extremely convenient abilities such as magic, as well as convenient tools such as magic devices.

But in fact, few people use these things in making dishes and desserts.

Of course, there is no such thing as a refrigerator.

Although there is a dessert recipe similar to ice cream in Illya's Great Library.

But even a duke's daughter like Liliana had never eaten it before.

"Ahaha, um, um, because it's really cold in my home in the winter, the cook at home made something similar to Alfred when storing milk... ahhaha, so I have tried it..."

Adelaide touched his cheek awkwardly, trying to gloss over the matter.

(She must be lying...)

Alfred complained in his mind.

Others probably have similar ideas.

However, since Adelaide was the only one in the class who came from a northern noble family, no one said anything.

After all, this stupid reincarnated girl has let slip things about her original world countless times.

Everyone is used to her always saying strange things.

"Oh, yes, by the way, when I came back just now, I ran into some third-year seniors. They seemed to be planning to sell fried chicken nuggets and French fries at the Winter Day event.

Well, how should I put it, it doesn’t seem so strange that we decided to open a cafe.”

Because the atmosphere became a little awkward, Edward hurriedly changed the subject.

"Pfft, that's true. Oh, by the way, I'll have to trouble you, Adelaide-san, and Fenri-chan with the refrigeration work later."

Alfred responded.

"Ok."

“Ah~Ah~”

Fenli also responded energetically.

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While Alfred and others were busy in the temporary borrowed classroom, Brady was strolling in the front square of the college's main castle.

The Student Union and volunteer students have begun setting up simple stalls in the square for students who plan to participate in the Winter Day activities.

Seeing this scene, Brady snorted in disdain, thinking it was simply stupid.

Winter Day was originally a festival for the northern nobles.

According to the traditional customs of the nobles in the northern part of the empire, the coldest day of the year is not the winter solstice, but the coldest day of winter when spring is approaching and winter is about to pass.

There is also a saying that the ancestors of the northern residents of the empire experienced an extremely tragic disaster on the last day of February.

In order to celebrate their survival from the disaster and to prevent future generations from forgetting the disaster, and to always be prepared for danger, the Winter Day festival was created.

However, Brady had never heard the details of what the disaster was.

Maybe it was made up by someone.

In short, nowadays on this day of winter, residents in the north usually like to stay at home, prepare meals with relatives and friends, and spend this day of the year enjoying delicious food together.

However, in other parts of the empire, Winter Day is more like a celebration festival, giving people an excuse to relax for a day and enjoy the delicious food sold on the street.

That's about how it feels.

Illya and Arya also hold an event on Winter Day every year.

On the day, students can prepare their own food and sell it, and there will also be competitions based on the amount of revenue.

The winning stall will also receive a bonus of tens of thousands of credits, as well as a student restaurant discount valid for half a year.

Brady was born into a southern aristocratic family. The climate in the south is warm and humid all year round, and Brady has never experienced the so-called cold winter, so he has no feeling about the cold winter.

Besides, the few credits as bonuses and coupons didn't interest him at all.

Brady really couldn't understand why the students in the college were so actively preparing, and many students even volunteered to help the Student Union and set up temporary stalls.

(Alas, I don’t know if Megan is busy now. Should I go find her?)

Brady folded his hands behind his head and thought this.

The reason he was hanging around in school was simply because he had nothing to do.

Brady was just released from home by Odelet the day before yesterday and returned to college.

Brady didn't have many friends in college, and Mark and Dutt were now avoiding him and refused to say a word to Brady.

It was broad daylight now and there was no way he could go out and have fun on the night streets.

Brady was anxious to find a place to kill time while waiting for the night to come.

As for Odelette's warning, he had almost forgotten it when he left home and boarded the magic spaceship to the imperial capital, and he didn't care at all.

Brady crossed the front square and passed by the busy students and entered the main castle.

But as soon as he entered the castle, he ran into someone he really didn't want to meet.

Roderick E. Zimmerman.

"Hey, isn't this the son of a hero who is no different from trash? I heard that you were called back to your hometown. How come you're back so soon?"

Roderick challenged with a disdainful smile.

Brady didn't want to pay attention to him at first.

But since the other party took the initiative to find fault, he must not show weakness no matter what.

"Humph, you have the nerve to say that. You just came out of the confinement room today. How's it going? Have you finished writing your 40,000-word apology? I'm really looking forward to seeing you apologize to the entire school and kowtow to the whole school."

"You useless bastard, you actually brought this up!"

"You were the one who started this, you fat bastard!"

Brady yelled.

"Okay, okay, please don't quarrel. Now everyone is busy preparing for Winter Day. If you two create any unnecessary commotion, you will definitely be resented by many classmates."

A boy with a feminine appearance intervened and stopped Brady who was about to hit Roderick.

"That fat guy must have been hated by many people. So, who are you?"

Brady complained unhappily and turned his attention to the boys.

"That's really rude. My name is Curtis E. Guy, the eldest son of Earl Guy, an eastern noble. If possible, I hope that you, Brady, can just call me Curtis."

Curitis placed his right hand on his left chest, bowed slightly to show respect and introduced himself.

"Tsk, stop trying to get close to me. Are you in cahoots with that fat guy?"

"Stop biting me, you fat bastard. I'm not fat, you piece of shit!"

"Huh? If you call me trash again, I will beat you so hard that you won't even recognize your own mother."