Chapter 595
The land of fine wine and Knight-in the Empire, Knight may not be sure, but only Byrne's wine can be called Peak.
Whether it is the dry red of Sackland, the white grapes of Eboden, the mead of Lotaire, the cider of Eilemand, the marquis of Poy... The inferior wines that can be placed on the banquet table are always the fine wines from the Byrne winery.
Rich land can give birth to more industrious farmers; it is said that in order to find a suitable plantation, the Bayern people often taste the soil and gravel with their tongues, and judge whether this land is suitable for growing grapes in the most direct way .
The Knight lords of Byrne are also different from other lords, except that most of the plantations near the castle are not directly under the name of count, but they control the best wine cellars and absolute "Wine-making rights", all matters related to grape procurement and sales have special officials responsible for them, and count even comes out in person when necessary.
Only in Byrne, the price of a bottle of wine can reach hundreds or even thousands of gold coins; the two families will break each other for a small piece of land suitable for growing grapes, and even continue for several generations. The duel disputes... and this kind of thing only happens in Byrne.
The more high-quality and suitable soil, the more fragrant and rich-tasting wines will be born...Although Byrne has thirteen powerful count collars, it is truly the Peak wine producing area There are only three places.
And the territory of the Torino family is one of them, even their castle is named by the wine...the strong taste and rich taste of "red blood wine", only the duchy and even the imperial Fortunately to see it at the palace banquet.
"Thank me sincerely, Lord Loren; if it were not for me, you would not have the right to drink the red blood wine that has been in the cellar for forty years at the banquet in the Sky Palace!"
Charlotte raised the corner of her mouth slightly and looked towards the black hair wizard on the opposite side, with a haughty look on that beautiful face, and even a touch of cuteness: "Of course, the premise is that you are really qualified to participate in the sky palace. The banquet is just fine."
"Of course, I am honored to be here." Shrugged, Loren smiled indifferently, her straight gaze made the female count's cheeks slightly drunk, tenderly snorted turned her head aside.
I hate this kind of guy who pretends to be decent, but has no sincerity at all!
Steward Charles, who didn’t speak next to him, slightly smiled, picked up the sealed wine bottle and cautiously opened the cork with a sterling silver corkscrew. The action was light and skillful, and the rich black cherry fragrance came out. , Aromatic.
As for the Chief-In-Charge of this manor... he was sent away by Charles a long time ago.
Even people like Loren who don’t know much about wine know that not all wines have the potential to be cellared for decades or even hundreds of years; forty years of red blood, the price has long surpassed, etc. Heavy gold.
Hold up the silver cup, the wine scarlet as blood, slightly stirring in the cup; the fruity flavor when opening the bottle has been dissipated, and the rippling wine syrup exudes a blend of cedar and tobacco; the entrance It is full-bodied, as if the real feeling of plasma flows into the throat, and the passionate texture is simply incomparable stimulation to the body.
Red blood...not just in name only, but also in reality!
Charlotte frowned slightly. Compared to the stimulating red blood wine, the fruity and sweet "Nightingale" of Glenwell's is more suitable for her taste, but this is not here today. the key of.
Lightly sip the wine, from the corner of Charlotte’s eyes, she kept glancing at the girl who was sitting there in a daze... Ariel, wearing a light purple dress and a silver-haired cape, was sitting in the sun. On the lounge chair, his hollow eyes didn't know what he was thinking.
And her "steward" who is too young to be too young, even disappeared all day long; although she did not meet each other, the relationship between Miss Ariel and her steward does not seem to be close. There are even faintly mutually exclusive...Of course, this is just Charlotte's intuition.
Young and overly young Steward and Miss, how did these two people go from Eboden to Byrne, all the way through without being discovered?
The female count is becoming more and more suspicious...especially the unreasonable trust of the black hair wizard makes her extremely annoying-this is the territory of Torino's house, so why does she say she wants to visit the wine cellar herself? You have to agree, and there is a tone of "just let you know"...
"This forty years of red blood has been fully aged, and the taste is indeed a bit more important." Perceived the female count's expression Charles immediately met his mind, opened the mouth and said politely with his hands on his back, with a gentle smile on the corners of his mouth: "I'll prepare some snacks. Please wait a while." said After that, Steward turned and left.
As soon as Charles left, the atmosphere of the three people who were so quiet that they did not speak immediately became embarrassed-Ariel in a daze, with suspicious eyes in her eyes, and Charlotte, who kept looking at the two of them, and Loren who didn't know what to say.
Loren suddenly regretted notifying the female count...Of course, the consequences of not notifying may be more serious.
"How do you feel, Miss Ariel?" The female count suddenly became a little nervous, holding the wine glass with a stiff smile: "In addition to the red blood, there are many different types in the Torino family wine cellar. The wine, the flavor is good."
"If possible, I am going to hand over the wine trade to the Chamber of Commerce, the Corona family's joint Chamber of Commerce. What do you think?"
"You don't need to ask my opinion about these things, Charlotte Torino count." Ariel looked towards her calmly, her eyes still so hollow:
"I have discussed with Loren. This matter has been given to him. From today on, he is fully responsible for everything, including sales and the association of Chamber of Commerce. He is also in charge of and in charge of it alone."
"...From Eboden to Byrne is such a long journey, it must be very hard for you to come here?"
"Well...not at all; since Loren needs it, there is no need to care about this kind of trivial matter at all."
"Excuse me, how long will it take for Chief-In-Charge, who is in charge of cooperating with Chamber of Commerce, to arrive at Byrne?"
"You only need to ask Loren about this matter—just like I just Said, all things have been entrusted to him; the Corona family and Eboden’s trade in Byrne are all determined by him."
"Do you trust this...wizard so much?"
"Of course, is there any problem?"
"...No, not at all..."
Leave it to Loren alone and ask all questions He's all right... You ran from Eboden to Byrne, just to tell me this?
The atmosphere of the conversation is getting more and more weird. Ariel, who originally came on the initiative, simply didn't say much. Only Loren with an embarrassed face and Charlotte, whose eyes became more and more suspicious, had a conversation without a word.
"I'll go around in the wine cellar and take a look around."
The black hair wizard got up, barely squeezed a smile at the two ladies present, calmly Turned and left.
Below the garden is an empty and spacious wine cellar. The dry air is filled with the aroma of oak barrels and volatile wine, which is extremely intoxicating.
As soon as he stepped into the wine cellar and closed the door, the black hair wizard’s expression immediately became cold; as soon as he turned around, there was a thin young boy silhouette in front of the empty door, blinking bright and intelligent Smile at yourself with big eyes.
But it's a pity that Loren doesn't eat this set.
"The whole sequence of events is clear in one minute, and the reason why I am specifically called here." Bright silver stood directly on Asriel's delicate neck, although neither of them showed a trace of fear And murderous aura.
"Oh...I'm still impatient as always." The young man sighed, as if he didn't care about the sharp blade on his collarbone: "Can't you be a little more patient? Byrne's wine is very sacred ……"
"48, 47, forty-six..." The black hair wizard was expressionless.
"I found what Loren was looking for." Asriel smiled slyly: "The Governor of Gaspar Wien is indeed colluding with some guys, and they seem to treat the dead. It’s very interesting to revive things like this... well, maybe it’s someone’s admirer?"
"Admirer?"
"In church terms, it’s basically Heretical'synonyms'...didn't expect Hundreds of years have passed, and you can still see such a group of interesting guys in the place where the Holy Cross is shrouded."
"You only answered me one question. Loren squinted his eyes. "Why did you come here specially?"
"As I said, in Byrne...the wine is sacred." Asriel curled up his mouth:
"Below this wine cellar is their Holy Land!"