Chapter 560

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!"

"How many times has he had to count the Knights of lion castle?"

"I don't care. Anyway, he can't marry little Vivian to a foreigner!"

"Yes, Vivian is ours. If you want to find your son-in-law, you have to find it locally!"

"Shut up!" the cool tavern owner smashed his glass and calmed everyone: "our little Vivian is going to be a noble lady. How can she marry you Hicks!"

As soon as his voice fell, several young people stood up red faced and said they would duel with the dark haired wizard; As soon as the tavern owner rolled his sleeves, he went first. The onlookers sitting at the table were also cheering. There was happy air inside and outside the tavern.

Loren couldn't help laughing, picked up his glass and drank it all at once; The singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers outside the door complement each other with the frolic sound in the tavern.

This is the fourth day after the dark haired wizard arrived at Bain - along the gem River, across the territory of East Saxony, and finally arrived at the Principality of Bain without passing through any villages, towns and castles.

Although the main purpose is to avoid the watchman's eye liner, Loren is also fighting for time. He has to rush to the red blood Fort before he persuaded him to prepare for the next step.

The border of Turin family territory is not far from this rural tavern; In two days at most, he could see the tower with the Turin family flag flying.

"Another drink?"

A timid, mosquito like voice interrupted the dark haired wizard's meditation; Turning her head, the red faced Vivian is standing beside her with a earthenware wine pot.

"Thank you, ah... Half a cup is good. I have to hurry today. I can't get drunk; and..." Loren jokingly pointed at his back. Several young people who had just turned red were being trampled by the tavern owner:

"I'm just a wizard, but I'm not very good at fighting."

Vivian, holding the wine pot, blushed even more.

"Is Mr. ain a Byrne?"

"No, I'm from Aberdeen, but my relatives are born and raised in Byrne." Lauren lied, "my parents died early, and my only grandfather is gone; I worked hard outside for several years before I heard that I have relatives in Byrne, so I wanted to have a look."

"Ah... So it is." Vivian's eyes suddenly moistened.

I didn't expect that this seemingly very kind and simple wizard had such a tragic past

Loren didn't think much about it. The tavern made him feel very good - unlike the rough lottel and East Saxony, nor the extravagance and extravagance at all costs like Golovin; Even the people here are simple, kind and enthusiastic. They are a little less philistine and cunning than eboden.

"Where is Mr. ayin going to visit his relatives?" little Vivian asked curiously, "there are several places to go from here. The first-time visitors will always get lost nearby - shall we help you find a guide? The price is absolutely reasonable!"

"Thank you, but no need." Lauren smiled and waved his hand: "there are only two days left from here to red blood castle. I can..."

At the moment when the dark haired wizard wanted to refuse, little Vivian suddenly froze in front of her.

Not only that, the whole tavern was instantly quiet, and everyone stared at him, with some fear in his eyes.

Time... Seems to be still.