As soon as the servant's voice trailed off, Perkins stumbled forward a few steps, and the servant was given quite a fright by this as he immediately backtracked with a wary expression. "Mr. Perkins, are you alright?"

Perkins rushed over to the servant before grabbing his shoulders with both hands and asking with intense, bloodshot eyes, "What kind of lantern festival is this?" 

"The lantern festival is... a lantern festival..." The servant was perplexed. What other types of lantern festivals could there be?

"I'm asking you what type of lantern festival it's going to be! Is it going to be with normal lanterns or... or that type of lantern?!"

Thankfully, the servant had undergone national etiquette training, so even though he was internally denouncing Perkins as an idiot, he still maintained a polite smile as he replied, "It will be a palatial lantern and firework ceremony, which is held every year on the 1st of October to celebrate the founding of the nation."

I see... Thank heavens for that... 

Perkins removed his hands from the servant's shoulders, and only then did he realize the complete loss of his composure. "Thank you for the explanation. You can go now."

The servant bowed with impeccable manners, then left the room. As he closed...