Chapter 560 (1/2)
Byrne people don't care whether the sun rises in the East; But there is no doubt that it must hang in the center of Bain's dome, just as the crystal chandelier must hang in the center of the dome of the palace hall.
The roaring storm and strong wind do not belong to Byrne. Even in winter, there are only poetic red maple leaves and golden sunshine;
Hunger and cold do not belong to Byrne, because the land here is so rich that even the farmers in Saxony envy it, and there are many minerals and rich products; The road leads to the Principality of Boyi, the horse herders, to the East, the gurgling gem River to the north, and the foothills of the south are connected with the dwarf kingdom in all directions.
Boredom and danger do not belong to Byrne. Melodious music never stops. Byrne people have as many festival banquets and summer fairs as red grapes in their vineyards; Wherever you go, you can see Ranger knights wearing full armor and riding war horses wandering along the country path.
The whole Byrne is composed of 13 count leaders headed by red blood castle, with the largest territorial area of the principality - in fact, the title of ”count” is far fetched, because there is no such word in the ancient Byrne language, and the real title should be ”Knight Lord”.
Nowadays, the chivalry and spirit of the Empire also originated from Byrne's ancient tradition and strong influence in the Empire.
For the aristocratic upper class in the Empire, only the fine wine produced by Byrne's Vineyard can be called real wine - whether it is eboden's white grapes or sakran's dry red, it can only be regarded as ”local wine”.
A bottle of real Bain wine is often expensive, which makes the aristocrats and rich spend a lot of money... This also makes the wine making industry in the Principality of Bain extremely prosperous, and there are large and small vineyards and wine making workshops in the countryside.
In the Empire, Byrne is almost synonymous with ”rich, strong and South”, so that the real southernmost principality of Arles, the wasteland famous for ”rich” monsters, beasts and roaring warriors, has been ignored.
But... It was just once.
After Charlotte de sallion, the tenth generation of ”Dragon Queen”, betrayed the country with the black Duke and won the Duke title of the Turin family, the Principality of Bain was divided into 13 count leaders again, which were directly under the jurisdiction of the royal family and managed by the governor.
At the beginning of the tenth generation, the ”imperial governor” was only a mediating role in the principality, and the Turin family, nominally deprived of the title of Duke, was still Bain's de facto ruler; The well-informed Empire tacitly accepted this situation without too much interference, and the two sides carefully maintained this balance.
Until the 12th generation, this superficial ”balance” finally began to collapse... The expansion of the chamber of Commerce, the acquiescence and even connivance of the Empire, and the Turin family in red blood Castle no longer had the name of commanding the whole Bain. Under various means, governor Bain had the right to tax in the public.
This once rich and prosperous land has also begun to become a battlefield with undercurrent... The expansion of governor Byrne's power has made the Knights and lords with declining reputation more dissatisfied and began to miss the ”glorious years” unified under the command of the Turin family in the past
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”Ain Rand, the wizard of eboden, come to Byrne to visit relatives. Just call me ain.”
In the country tavern with exquisite horizontal decoration, the dark haired wizard sitting in front of the counter holds a glass of wine, looks up and looks at the enthusiastic tavern owner with a formulaic smile.
”It's said that all the Wizards in eboden are noble masters. I can't see that you're still a rich man!” the enthusiastic tavern owner laughed and winked at Lauren: ”what, are you interested in being my son-in-law? Our little Vivian is... Ah!”
Before he had finished, he let out a scream and was put in the middle of his forehead by a sudden bottle of wine; But strangely, there was no movement in the tavern. It was still a lot of laughter, as if he had been used to this kind of thing for a long time.
”Smelly dad, he's talking nonsense to the guests again!”
A girl with a tray in her arms and a blue apron snorted and put a plate of gingerbread in front of the black haired wizard; Some surprised Loren nodded to her slightly. Vivian, who was blushing, quickly turned around and ran to the back kitchen of the tavern.
”Hey!” the owner of the tavern, who was grinning with pain, did not forget to continue to ”sell” with Lauren, and put one hand on his red and swollen forehead: ”Don't look at her now, our little Vivian is virtuous - she alone has the say in wine making and kitchen. She even takes care of our vineyard. If you marry her, you don't have to ask anything for the rest of your life. It's all done for you!”
The dark haired wizard with the wine glass smiled awkwardly. The atmosphere in the tavern was still very lively, and many guests at the table gathered to coax.
”Old John, you are inviting foreigners to be your son-in-law again!”
”Last time, the knight master of the mountain rock castle was almost tied up by him!”