Chapter 560
The people of Byrne don’t care if the sun rises from the east; but there is no doubt that it must be hung in the center of Byrne’s dome, like a crystal chandelier. It must be hung in the center of the dome of the palace hall.
The howling rainstorm and strong wind do not belong to Byrne. Even winter, there are only poetic red maple leaves and golden sunshine;
Hunger and cold do not belong to Byrne, because of the land here. Rich enough to the envy of the farmers in Sackland, and rich in minerals; the road to the east leads to Boi Duchy of horse herders, to the north is the gurgling gem river, and the foothills of the south are connected with the kingdom of dwarves, extending in all directions.
The dullness and danger do not belong to Byrne. The melodious music never stops. Byrne people’s annual festival banquet and summer market are as many as the red grapes in their vineyards; Anywhere, you can see the Knight-errant Knight wandering the country trails in full armor and riding a war horse.
The entire Byrne is composed of 13 count leaders headed by the Scarlet Blood Fort. The territory is the highest among Duchy—in fact, the title "count" is far-fetched, because Gubai There is no such word in the En language. The real name should be "Lord Knight".
The Knight system and spirit of the empire today also originated from the ancient tradition of Byrne and its strong influence in the empire.
For the upper class of nobles in the empire, only the fine wines produced in the vineyards of Byrne can be called real wines—whether it is Eboden’s white grapes or Sackland’s dry wines. Red can only be regarded as "earth brew".
And a bottle of real Byrne wine is often expensive, and the rich and nobles are also spending a lot of money... This also makes the winemaking industry of Byrne Duchy extremely prosperous, everywhere in the countryside. It is a large and small vineyard and winemaking workshop.
The hometown of wine and Knight is definitely not a lie...in the empire, Byrne is almost synonymous with "rich, strong, and southern", so that the real southernmost place of the empire is Duchy in Arles. Wasteland, famous for its "rich" giant monsters, wild beasts and roaring warriors, was simply ignored.
But...that was only once.
After the tenth-generation "Queen of the Dragon" Charlotte Dessalion "treasoned" with the Duke of Black, after taking the title of Duke of the Torino family, Byrne Duchy was split into ten. The three count leaders are directly governed by the Imperial Family and the governor dispatched to manage them.
At the beginning of the tenth generation, the "Imperial Governor" was only a mediator in Duchy. The Torino family, who was deprived of the title of duke in name, was still the de facto ruler of Byrne; This well-knowing empire acquiesced to this situation, without too much interference, the two sides cautiously maintained this balance.
Until the Twelfth generation, this superficial "balance" finally began to collapse...The expansion of the Chamber of Commerce, the acquiescence and even connivance of the empire, plus the Torino family of the Scarlet Castle no longer dominates the whole worship In the name of grace, under various means, Governor Byrne has the right to collect taxes in Duchy.
This once fertile and prosperous land has also begun to become a battlefield of undercurrents... Governor Byrne’s expansion of power has made the prestigious Lord Knights increasingly dissatisfied and began to miss them. The "glorious years" that were unified under the Torino family in the past......
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"Ain Rand, the wizard of Eboden, come to Byrne to visit relatives, you can call me Ain."
The country pub with a sophisticated outfit, the black hair wizard sitting at the counter holds a glass of wine, lifts the head , Looked towards the passionate tavern boss with a formulaic smile.
"I heard that Eboden’s wizards are all aristocratic masters, and you don’t see Brother Brother, you are still a rich man!" The enthusiastic tavern Boss laughed heartily and winked at Loren: "How about it? Are you interested in being my son-in-law, our little Vivian is... ah!"
He screamed before he could finish his words, and he was hit by the sudden bottle stopper on his forehead; but strange But there is no movement in the pub, there is still a happy laughter and cheerful voices, as if I have become accustomed to this kind of thing for a long time.
"Smelly old man, I'm talking nonsense to the guests again!"
A girl in a blue apron with a tray holding a tray in her arms is lightly snorted, putting a tray of gingerbread Put it in front of the black hair wizard; Loren who was a little surprised slightly nodded towards her, Vivian, who was blushing, turned around and ran to the back kitchen of the tavern in small steps.
"Hey!" The tavern boss who was so painful contorts one's face in agony didn't forget to continue to "sell" with Loren, and put a hand on her red forehead: "Don't look at what she looks like now, Our little Vivian is virtuous-she alone makes the decision to make wine and the chef, and she also takes care of our vineyard. You don’t have to ask anything for the rest of your life after you marry her. I'll fix it for you!"
The black hair wizard holding the wine glass laughed embarrassingly. The atmosphere in the pub is still very lively, and there are many guests at the wine table.
"Old John, you're recruiting foreigners to be your son-in-law again!"
"Last time, the Lord Knight from the Rock Fort was almost tied up by him It’s up!"
"This is the first few times that he has two hands, right?"
"I don’t care, anyway, he can’t Little Vivian is married to a foreigner!"
"That is, Little Vivian belongs to all of us. If you want to find a son-in-law, you have to find it locally!"
" Shut me up!" The cool tavern boss smashed his glass and calmed everyone: "Our little Vivian is going to be a noble wife, how can you marry you gangsters!"
He tone barely fell, several youngsters stood up red-faced and said that they were going to fight the black hair wizard; the tavern boss went on first by himself as soon as he rolled his sleeves, and the spectators sitting at the table were also lively Booing, there was cheerful air inside and outside the pub.
Loren couldn't help but chuckle, and drank his glass; the Birds, Speech, Flowers, Fragrances outside the door and the roar of the tavern matched each other.
This is the fourth day after the black hair wizard arrived in Byrne-along the banks of the Gem River through the territory of East Sackland, and finally arrived without passing through any villages or castles. By Byr Duchy.
Although the main purpose or for is to avoid the eyeliner of the night watchman, Loren is also rushing for time... He must arrive at the Scarlet Blood Castle before Jr. Yod can convince Eboden to prepare for the next step.
And the border of the Torino family territory is not far away from this country tavern; in at most two days, he will be able to see the tower with the Torino family flag flying.
"Would you like another drink?"
Timid, a mosquito-like voice interrupted the black hair wizard's contemplation; turning her head away, the blushing Vivian was holding it The earthenware jug stood beside him.
"Thank you, ah... half a cup is enough, I have to hurry today so that I can’t get drunk; and..." Loren jokingly pointed to the youngsters who were just red-faced at the boss in the tavern. His subordinates were ravaged:
"I'm just a wizard, I'm not very good at fighting."
Vivian, who is holding a hip flask, flushed even more.
"Is Mr. Ain a Byrneman?"
"No, I am from Eboden, but my relatives are native Byerners." Loren face doesn't change Lie: "My parents passed away early, and the only grandfather is already not in. I have been working hard for a few years before I heard that I had relatives in Byrne, so I wanted to come and have a look."
" …It turned out to be like this." Xiao Vivian's eyes became wet all of a sudden.
Didn't expect this very kind-hearted and innocent wizard, who has such a tragic past...
Loren didn’t think much about the feeling this tavern gave him. Very good-unlike the wild Lothar and East Sacrament, nor the extravagance of Golovin, who spends money at all costs; even the people here are simple, kind, and very enthusiastic, a few less than Eboden Divide the city and cunning.
"Where is Mr. Ain going to visit relatives?" Vivian curiously asked: "There are several places to go from here, and the first time travelers will always get lost in the vicinity—— Would you like us to find a guide for you, the price is absolutely fair!"
"Thank you, but no need." Loren smiled and waved his hand: "There are only two days left from here to Scarlet Blood Castle. The journey, I can..."
Just as the black hair wizard was about to resign, the little Vivian in front of her suddenly froze.
Not only that, the whole tavern also fell silent for an instant, and everyone stared at him intently, with a faint fear in their eyes.
Time... seems to have stopped.