Where the Best Wine Was

Grand Duke Wessen and the Baumkuchen story had been gaining popularity in Boerling City. Frederick and Bellberk had already left, continuing east. After traveling dozens of kilometers and crossing a great river, they would enter the Piaster Kingdom.

On the road out of the city, Frederick asked Bellberk, "Do you speak Gaulish?"

Bellberk replied in impeccable Gaulish, with a distinctly Parisian accent. "Of course I do. It's a required course."

Frederick said, "Judging by the situation in Boerling City, the Piaster Kingdom probably won't be very friendly to us. So after we cross the river, we'll need new identities."

"From now on, I'm Baron Zinedine Zidane, from Massalia in the south of the Kingdom of Gaul, and you're Sophie Marceau, a knight from the village of Domrémy-la-Pucelle..."

After he rattled off a whole heap of background details, Bellberk complained, "I've been to Massalia. It's on the coast in the south of the Kingdom of Gaul. Is there really a place called Domrémy-la-Pucelle?"

Frederick said indifferently, "Just pretend there is."

Bellberk asked a crucial question. "Then how are you going to explain the Florin Gold Coins in your cash box?"

If they had come from the Kingdom of Gaul, they should have been using Livre Gold Coins, not Florin Gold Coins minted in the Duchy of Weissen. The same went for silver coins and copper coins.

Frederick said, "That's easy. Plenty of scholars travel from the Kingdom of Gaul to my territory. A gallery sponsors me to paint landscapes as I travel, then I go home and print them on postcards. Isn't that perfectly normal?"

Bellberk thought that made sense.

They passed through a small town and decided to change their appearance.

Before entering town, Frederick fed both horses some poisonous herbs. They soon looked listless, so he sold them to