industrial lord

Chapter 712 Where is the best wine?

The story of Grand Duke Wessen and the Baumkuchen became increasingly popular in the city of Borling. Frederick and Bellberk had already left and continued eastward. After walking for dozens of kilometers and crossing a large river, they entered the territory of the Piast Kingdom.

On the way out of the city, Frederick asked Belberk, "Do you speak Gaulish?"

Bell Burke replied in his Gaulish Parisian accent: "Of course I can. This is a required course."

Frederick said: "Judging from the situation in Borling City, the Piast Kingdom is probably not friendly to us, so we need to change our identity after crossing the river."

"From now on, I am Baron Zinedine Zidane from Massalia in the south of the Kingdom of Gaul, and you are the knight Sophie Marceau from the village of Domremy-la-Pucelle..."

After he finished his background knowledge, Belle Burke said, "I've been to Massalia, on the southern coast of the Kingdom of Gaul. Is there really such a place as Domremy-la-Pucele?"

Frederick said indifferently: "Just take it as it is."

Bell Burke asked a crucial question: "How do you explain the florins in your cash box?"

If they came from the Kingdom of Gaul, they should have used the livre gold coins there instead of the florin gold coins produced by the Duchy of Wessen. The same goes for silver coins and copper plates.

Frederick said, "This is not simple. There are so many scholars from the Kingdom of Gaul who come to me. I am sponsored by a gallery and I travel around to collect landscapes and paint them for postcards. Isn't this normal?"

Bell Burke thought it made sense.

The two passed through a small town and decided to change their image.

Before entering the town, Frederick fed the two horses some poisonous herbs, making them look a little listless. He sold them to the slaughterhouse in the town and bought two good draft horses.

There are waterproof paints for carriages for sale here. I bought some and found a deserted place on the way to change the color of the carriage and replace some of the wooden decorations.

With Frederick's ability, it would only take a few minutes for him to play the role of a carpenter.

When the two arrived at a ferry town, the horses and carriages were different.

The town was quite prosperous, with many boats at the riverside pier. They went to the local branch of the Dawn Chamber of Commerce to exchange money, then found a hotel to stay in. They also ordered some traditional costumes from the other side of the river at a tailor shop run by a Piast, and then went to the riverside pier to take a look.

A lot of things can be seen on the dock. This port is medium-sized, and most of the ships are inland ships of dozens of tons. It is just a regional port.

A fleet of five boats came from upstream, making a "bang bang bang" sound. It seemed that they were using the engine of a van to power the water wheel at the stern.

Frederick carefully observed the flag on the bow, a blue pansy, which was the new type of army formed after Casimir ascended the throne.

The fleet soon docked at a dedicated pier and unloaded barrels of beer, which also had pansy marks on them. They looked like military supplies, and the person who came to receive the goods was the owner of a local tavern.

After seeing this, Frederick shook his head slightly, turned around and left, returning to the hotel.

"Casimir's army is not very effective," he said to Bellburk.

Bell Burke said: "Not all armies have enough military funds like the Wesson Army. Other armies have to do business subsidies."

She sees nothing wrong with the military doing business.

Bell Burke didn't know much about the military. His family used to be court nobles, and only his generation started to pursue military merit, so he had almost no foundation. When he joined the army to attack Lord Wessen, he was just playing around.

She only really began to understand the army after she was captured, so she thought that the armies in other places should be a degraded version of Wesson's army.

It seems normal that the Wessen Army has Frederick to make money to support it, while other armies make money to support themselves.

Frederick shook his head and said, "This is not a question of military expenditure, but a question of principle."

"They can sell beer today, but I don't know what they'll sell tomorrow," Bell Burke said. "They can't sell weapons."

Frederick shrugged and said, "Why not?"

He was quite interested in the weapons he saw today.

Ever since the weapons of the Wesson Army opened a new door, powerful countries have followed up with research, and a wide variety of firearms have appeared in a short time.

Currently, firearms are mainly divided into two categories, one is the jet tank gun of the Principality of Wessen, and the other is the black powder gun of the Ghazi Empire.

The advantage of the jet tank gun is that it has a lot of homework and a large number of use cases. The disadvantage is that it is complicated to process. Cheap, powerful and reliable jet tanks have become an impossible triangle outside the Principality of Wessen, and at most two of them can be achieved.

The advantages of the black powder gun are that it is cheap and simple, but its disadvantages are obvious: the rate of fire is too low, and effective firepower can only be achieved by relying on a large number of people to conduct segmented shooting.

The Piast Kingdom followed the Wessen route, but the direction of development was a little confusing to Frederick.

At dinner time, Frederick and Bell Burke came to the restaurant and ordered dinner.

There is a big pot in the restaurant, which contains chicken broth that has been simmered on low heat for six or seven hours with chicken, mushrooms, cabbage leaves, parsley, celery, carrots, leeks, slightly charred onions and a little pepper. Add some noodles to a bowl and it becomes an appetizer.

The main course was dumplings filled with chopped beef and sauerkraut, topped with some herbs, and they didn't taste very fresh.

The beer was brought in by the Piast army yesterday. It had a smoky flavor and tasted quite refreshing. Frederick thought it was pretty good.

"I don't like this beer," said Belle Burke in his very authentic Gaulish. "It's a bit pungent."

She likes refreshing and pure beer, and this smoky beer is really hard to drink.

Frederick asked in the same Gallic language: "Have you ever had garlic beer?"

Bell Burke's face suddenly turned dark, obviously he had been drinking.

She snorted and said, "I have been drinking wine since I was a child. I don't like beer."

This is a very dignified statement. In the Kingdom of Gaul, the nobles all drank wine, while the common people drank beer.

Frederick waved to the owner and said in his broken Piast: "Give me a bottle of your best wine."

The boss quickly brought a small barrel and two new cups. Frederick paid the money, opened the barrel and poured a glass for Belle Burke.

Bellburk took a sip without confidence, and his face suddenly frowned.

“This is almost like vinegar.”

She put her glass down and shook her head.

The boss was walking up to the counter and immediately threw the money he had just received into the cash box to avoid having it returned.

Frederick called him back and asked, "Which is the best tavern in town?"

The boss was relieved to see that he was not going to return the goods and said, "Turning right 60 steps away is the Three Boats Bar. The drinks there are the best."

Frederick nodded and waved him off, and decided where to go next.

(End of this chapter)