He himself didn't have the habit of celebrating Christmas, but for this group of foreigners, Christmas was as important as the Spring Festival is to him.
Opening the tent, there seemed to be even more people outside than before.
On this day, Adcardo's people generally stopped their work, returned to the camp, and participated in this important holiday. Now, looking at the camp, everyone was almost crowded around the big campfire.
The sound of people was booming, accompanied by someone singing loudly, laughter and joyous voices never ceased.
A few people went out and hadn't even circled twice when they saw Sol walking to the center of the big campfire, picking up a microphone.
His voice came from the sound equipment, summarizing Adcardo's achievements this year, looking forward to the future, and he simply ended his speech, letting everyone start the official revelry.
The food on the long table was available to everyone in a buffet style. Although the supplies weren't abundant, every family showed off their real skills, transforming limited ingredients into various styled delicacies.
Mercer also went outside and made a round. Wearing a mask and behaving low-key, he seemed out of place with the whole Christmas vibe, and just casually took some food, then shrunk back into the tent.
There were a lot of people and it was chaotic in the camp tonight, so he dared not enter a defenseless deep-dive state, just sat next to the laptop, pondering some Sorcery Puppet Virus code, optimizing his program.
But Mercer had only been in front of the computer for half an hour before Kyoko caught him and dragged him out. She giggled, saying she wanted to show Mercer the dance she'd recently learned, but to Mercer, it just seemed like flailing with the music.
Yet the joyful atmosphere made Mercer, who originally didn't plan to participate, stay. He just sat in the corner, holding a beer, watching them sing, dance, and drink merrily.
Kyoko saw he wasn't accustomed to joining such a lively scene and didn't insist. She just didn't want to see Mercer hiding in the tent working alone on Christmas.
Mercer quietly stayed in the corner, originally planning to watch them for a while and go back to sleep when it was late, but unexpectedly, a short figure stumbled around in the crowd a few times, and then headed straight for him.
Rebecca, holding a wine glass, her face flushed, wobbled to his side. Before Mercer could react, she very affectionately sat next to him.
Before Mercer could respond, she wasn't sure if she was hugging Mercer or had hugged herself into his embrace, turned her head and giggled at him: "Oh, strange big brother with the mask, alone on Christmas?"
"Don't mess around..." Mercer looked at her speechlessly, "You're drunk, aren't you?"
"I'm not drunk!" she raised her voice, then smiled, eyes staring directly into Mercer's eyes under the mask: "Hey~ I mean Mercer~ why do you keep wearing a mask on your face?"
Her hands were restless, one on Mercer, the other reaching for his face.
Mercer wasn't quite used to dealing with such enthusiastic girls.
"I like cosplay, isn't that okay... don't touch!"
Mercer sensed something was wrong.
And Rebecca was relentless, giggling, whole body almost hanging onto him, those orange-green eyes stared directly at him.
"Don't you not have a girlfriend? What's to be afraid of... or do you like men?" Rebecca took the initiative.
"I don't have one, but I'm not interested in minors." Mercer said, feeling guilty, looking around for a way out.
If she kept touching, who knew where it might lead.
Where's Lucy? Help!
"But I'm quite interested in you... hey, Mercer, let me see what you look like under the mask!"
She chuckled, drawing circles on Mercer's face with a finger: "I heard others say that many people in the camp have seen your face, but only us insiders haven't. Do you think that's fair?"
"I'll let you all see once I'm done with this... huh?"
Mercer was stunned.
Rebecca was also stunned.
She pinched and lifted a section of Mercer's mask, getting a good look at his face from the side, a face that seemed even younger than hers, looking at her in the dim light of the campfire.
"I... oh my... didn't you say you were eighteen..." Rebecca's mind was blank.
"I am eighteen! Baby face, get it? Just like you!" Mercer rolled his eyes at her, pulling the mask back down.
Rebecca, instead of calming down, suddenly got more excited.
She abruptly pushed Mercer to the ground, letting out a big laugh, her whole body straddling his waist: "You're fooling an idiot! But, haha, doesn't this make us seem more compatible!"
Mercer~ Mercer~ I think you're just my type! Both your personality and your looks... you don't like minors, right? Prefer older sisters?
Hey~ little brother~ want to date sister? Even if not dating, let me hold you for a while... my mood is great today, how about you?
Oh~ you say you're not interested, but your body is honest... hehe, you like me too, don't you?
Don't lie! I can tell!
Your personality matches mine, you think I am pleasant to look at, and I think the same of you, so what's there to hesitate about?