Oh, the beautiful Cologne, the vast plains and pretty landscapes, the industrious peasants and the modest knights.

Next to Ohirata is the Lion Ring, the largest and best horse racing stadium in the old world. It is a huge oval building, built entirely of stone with multiple rows of seating levels.

Before the unification of Bretonnia, there was a stadium here, and some say that the foundations were built by elves. (Some people say that the entire building was built by elves, but they are absolutely wrong.) )

Until recently, this was clearly a more spectacular building than the castle of Cologne, and it was only recently that the expansion of the castle made this view controversial.

Today, the guards still guard the walls, and he recalls the brandy he drank with his friends yesterday, which is one of the few times he did not taste the brandy mixed with water.

His head was still dizzy, and when he looked at the silver light shining from the distant horizon, he wiped his eyes again to make sure he was still awake.

Because he saw a huge armoured army coming!

Generally speaking, the lords of Bretonnia, in order to show respect for King Lawn, did not approach the city of Cologne, but at most camped nearby.

But at this moment Bair was coming with a hundred heavily armed men, not to mention that he was carrying a vampire with no limbs.

The people of Cologne had not seen war for many years under the protection of Lawn, and they were a little incredulous at the moment.

And how could the king's domain allow others to bring in troops?

However, Beyer's family coat of arms also expresses the situation of the comer, this is a duke's army!

At this moment, the passers-by and soldiers on horseback in the city looked at the guard at the gate, and Bair looked at the guard.

To open the door or not to open the door?

With the father and the old folks on one side and the Duke on the other, the unclear head immediately chose one thing.

"Hello Lord Duke! Come in! ”

It was a gentle slap on the face of the Cologne, harmless, but a little annoying.

However, they naturally did not dare to spill their anger on Baier, and could only look at the hapless guard.

Following the turn of the city gate and the buzzing of the mechanism, in the eyes of the old folks, then the guards will probably not have a good time.

And King Laune is at the castle at the moment, tasting the "Parravon Crown Reserve".

Rumor has it that no more than 12 bottles of wine can meet the corresponding standards per year.

The entire feudal obligation of the Marlena family – the noble family that owns the wine region – was to present two bottles of wine to the king each year.

There are so many buyers who want to buy it that you can make a list, and the price is not just for cash.

And what could match its characteristics, Lawne chose the cured and smoked wild boar from the Imperial Talabek territory.

Marinated, this wild boar meat with the flavours of the forest can travel long distances to Cologne, where it is reactivated by water and then paired with the truffles of Bretonnia.

A sip of the Palaon Royal Collection is King Lawn's favorite thing besides banquets, and it is also the secret of his optimistic longevity.

Until his baron suddenly shouted. "Your Majesty King Lawn! A hundred armored warriors have arrived in the territory! We're in the inner city! ”

King Lorne almost didn't spit out all the priceless delicacy in one gulp, but he was also devoured.

Raun coughed and destroyed the fragrance of the brandy, and asked with anger.

"Who brought him in?"

As for why King Lorne put out such food, or because a special guest came to the door today, and he would surprise Bair.

How did the poor guard know that he had been read in King Lawne's largely nameless book of hatred, and that he was still leading the way in introducing Bair to the prosperity of Cologne.

And Beye's attention was basically occupied by the largest temple of Salia in Bretonnia. This is the most important temple of Salia in the Old World,

It is the seat of the Patriarchate and the destination of pilgrims from all over the world.

However, the temple had little influence on local politics, as the lake god was much more important to the nobility of Bato.

For Bair, the situation here is simply perfect for the spread of faith in Lakcha, which has neither the presence of nobles nor the widespread universality.

Bair walked around the glossy glass church so much that the peasants who came to worship were so frightened by his aristocratic dress that they fell to their knees.

The whole church didn't know for a while whether it was to worship the goddess or the duke.

Bair, on the other hand, came pragmatically, and went directly to the patriarch of the church, and in front of this gentle and kind lady, he auctioned a full hundred gold coins with a lot of money.

It is equivalent to the property of the church's donations for a year, because it is all raised by farmers, and occasionally nobles and merchants patronize the church, and this hundred gold coins is definitely a huge amount of money for the church.

But the Patriarch frowned, for Bair's request was to erect a statue of Lakcha next to Saria...

But a hundred gold coins will allow the priests to better help the sick and repair leaky roofs.

Seeing that the priest hesitated, he felt troublesome, he didn't have time to grind, and he had to find the king!

Another hundred gold coins were added, and the patriarch spoke directly.

"Your Excellency, do you like that place? Why don't we move the statue of Salia next to Goddess Lakcha? ”