After the investiture ceremony ended, the atmosphere in the reception hall shifted from solemn to relaxed.
Edmund slid the ornate ceremonial longsword back into its scabbard. The crisp ring of metal settling into place heralded the beginning of a new era for Graysea Marsh.
He turned toward Veylin, the weathered lines of his face softening.
"Baron Veylin, as a landed noble under the direct authority of the Noble Council, you have rights, but also obligations."
Edmund's voice was steady, carrying the bluntness unique to a veteran of countless battles.
"Starting next year, you must provide the council with at least five knights at the peak of level three, along with their supporting soldiers, for forty days of service each year."
"Of course, the council permits alternatives. If you cannot recruit enough knights for the time being, you may pay a fee in lieu of service, also known as the shield tax. Two Gold Suns per knight, per year."
Veylin listened quietly, his mind racing.
Five knights at the peak of level three were a virtually negligible requirement for Newborn Town as it stood.
"Next are the taxes. For every seven hundred mu of land in your territory, you must pay the council five Silver Moons in annual land tax. This also begins next year."
"Finally, there is the celebration tax." Edmund's lips curved into a helpless smile. "If the Duchy or the Empire holds a major celebration, such as the coronation of a new monarch... you may need to 'voluntarily' contribute a gift of around five Gold Suns. As an aside, that distant emperor of ours is particularly fond of holding celebrations."
Veylin sighed inwardly. No matter where he went, there was no escaping the obligation to hand over cash gifts.
Finally, taking advantage of the opportunity, he rested his