The sun shines through the mist, and the morning light begins.
The peddlers and lackeys have already started walking on the streets, while the vendors on the roadside have just begun to take care of their business for the new day.
The slaves responsible for cleaning the streets also began to clean up the garbage and fallen leaves on Nerva Avenue under the supervision of soldiers to welcome the arrival of a new day.
Although this era did not pay much attention to the appearance of the city, and excrement and filth were an indispensable part of the city, the Nerva Avenue was the face of the entire city of Basel after all, and it was the main road of the city that could lead directly to the palace.
Therefore, under the cleaning of the slaves, the Nerva Avenue paved with stone slabs gradually became brighter.
Squeak...
The wheels of the carriage ran over the uneven stone road, and a richly decorated noble carriage was slowly traveling along Nerva Avenue toward the outside of the city.
Count Gilman was squinting his eyes and leaning on the carriage to take a nap.
Yesterday, he had experienced a long drought and rain, and a night of fierce fighting had left him physically and mentally exhausted. In addition, today he had to get up early for a long journey back to his county, so he leaned in the carriage and fell asleep.
The carriage was not moving very fast, so even though it was a little bumpy, Count Gilman was able to gradually enter a state of half-asleep and half-awake.
only……
"A new day! A new beginning! All wine prices are reduced by 10%!"
Just when Count Gilman was about to fall asleep, a hoarse roar made him jump up from the seat, and his head came into close contact with the roof of the car.
"Ouch!"
Count Gilman held his head and howled.
The carriage stopped.
The driver was so frightened that he knelt down beside the carriage as soon as he ran away. There was a cry in his voice: "Your Majesty, this is really no one's business..."
"What's going on in front? Who's yelling there?" Count Gilman said with a gloomy face.
“Wine is on sale today! Don’t miss it if you pass by!”
alright!
Now I heard it clearly, it’s a guy selling wine!
"Damn! Whose family is this? It's just selling wine, why are you shouting?!" Count Gilman said dissatisfied.
"Your Majesty, maybe it's because of the Moore wine industry. It is said that the wine merchants in the south of Basel are going crazy..." the attendant on the side quickly replied.
"Oh? Moore Liquor Company?"
Hearing this, Count Gilman immediately became interested.
After all, he was the first customer received by Norman Maison, and at that time, wines from Moore Winery could still be purchased in Norman Maison stores! (Chapter 190)
However... due to the infighting and exchange of interests among the nobles, the Norman family finally removed the sales counter of Moore Wine Company, an outsider. At that time, Count Gilman felt particularly regretful.
"You mean...Moore Winery is back?!" Count Gilman was surprised.
Without the protection of the Norman family and Queen Alanna, how could Moore Winery, an outsider from the Norman Empire, continue to live in the Kingdom of Basel?
"I don't know what happened specifically, but it is said that in the past few days, Moore Winery has started selling wine in other parts of the Kingdom of Basel." The attendant said cautiously.
For the nobles of Basel, wine is a necessity in life.
It is precisely for this reason that after the Moore wine industry was expelled, the wine sales of the southern nobles were booming.
"Your Majesty, Earl, do you want to come in and take a look? All wines are 10% off!" The businessman running the shop obviously saw Earl Gilman not far away and rushed over happily.
Although Count Gilman can be regarded as a southern noble, the origin and market of wine have always been in the hands of a few big southern nobles, and other nobles cannot get involved at all, so... he treats these wine merchants from the south,
I never put on a good face.
"Humph!" Count Gilman shook his sleeves, snorted coldly, and got into the carriage.
If this guy hadn't screamed there just now, how could he have knocked his head while half asleep? Do you want me to buy a drink?
Go ahead and dream!
Moreover...when he thought of the merchant's shouts that filled the street at the top of his voice, Count Gilman wanted to leave quickly.
He is a decent nobleman!
How could you stop in front of such a rude and barbaric shop?
The Norman Family has had a profound impact on the nobles of the Kingdom of Basel. After they experienced the 360-degree all-round attentive service of the Norman Family, when they looked back at the shops they had visited, they felt
Some price drops.
Not to mention the wine shop in front of me where the vendor himself yelled loudly with a broken voice.
Basel Southern Wine, even dogs won’t buy it!
Just as I was about to ask the coachman to leave, there was another noise outside.
Count Gilman poked his head out curiously and saw a large group of people gathering at the door of the shop at some point.
“Wine mixed with water, where is your conscience!!”
“Down with the unscrupulous vendors selling bad wine!”
They cursed loudly and held signs and banners in their hands. Count Gilman took a closer look...
Yo ho!
But it is said that the quality of the wine sold by this vendor is uneven, and the taste varies greatly!
etc……
The taste of wine…
Seeing this, Count Gilman seemed to have thought of something.
Since the wines of the Moorish wine industry disappeared in the past few days, most of the time, southern wines were the only choice for the nobles of Basel.
However, although these wines all have exquisite packaging and wooden boxes, the taste of some wines is very different.
The original explanation given by the store was that the buyer had not stored it properly, which caused the wine to have an odor.
But……
Seeing the indignant condemnation of those people not far away, Count Gilman couldn't help but think of a possibility.
The wine I drank,
Could it be that he also redeemed something?
"If there is nothing wrong with your wine, why are you selling it at a reduced price?! Moreover, my husband actually contracted the disease after drinking your wine. You have to wait for an explanation!"
"That's right!"
Everyone present immediately started shouting.
While shouting, the crowd started to pour into the store.
The vendor was just a small character selling wine. How had he ever seen such a scene before?
Seeing these people rushing into the store angrily, I immediately panicked: "This is the best wine from the south of Basel! How could something go wrong..."
Before he finished speaking, an egg flew out of nowhere and hit the businessman on the head.
"Smash this store!"
I don't know who took the lead, and the crowd began to rush into the store.
"Soldier! Call the patrol quickly!"
The businessman was pinned down by several big men and cried helplessly.
The crowd became confused.
Some people were beating up the vendor, some were rummaging around in the store, and some were looking around for any traces of patrol members.
As the commotion became louder and louder, pedestrians on the street who loved to watch the fun began to gather around curiously.
Seeing that the angry crowd around them began to roar spontaneously, and doubts about these wines gradually began to spread, several guys in the crowd looked at each other, and then gradually disappeared into the chaotic crowd.