The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

Clay responded heartily.

"I am your servant and companion."

"Well, Rainer's a good teacher because he's a little bit younger than Fran's tutor. That sounds pretty good.”

At this point, Arthur ignored the fact that Fran was older than Clay.

"What's so plausible?"

It was visible to the naked eye that blood vessels sprang up on Fran's forehead.

Arthur's jaw dropped before Clayo could step in.

"Hey, you're so serious that you can't hide your disguise. Smile, smile. Like a master who spends his parents' money and goes to a festival where he throws away and gets drunk in two days."

"You're a dog who can't stand in front of people...!”

Even an editorial writer couldn't win against Arthur, who sounded like a local bully, but eventually raised his voice.

Isiel was no longer involved in this chaotic conversation and immersed himself in the role of a real escort.

So the four of them put flesh and blood on the settings of the master, his traveling companion, porter, and Hogeisa.

The train began to run alongside the River Luber. The dark blue river meandered under the valley with a high slope.

On one side of the river, the vineyard stretched endlessly. A white stone road ran squarely through the compartments of the vineyard.

The leaves of green grapes of various colors fluttered in the cool breeze, carrying the scent of ripening green grapes.

On the other side of the vineyard, buildings with red roofs and colorful gray walls were located.

On the middle of the ridge leading to the Pintos Mountains, a castle built with yellow clay bricks and a steep perforated roof tower was looking down.

It was Jeans Castle.

Hydra's poison test is going on.It's a neighborhood that looks a little... very peaceful.’

Of course, Clay did not relax by the peaceful appearance of Jezos.

Even if you watch American dramas, the events in the countryside are more extraordinary and unimaginable.

Gosh. Gosh. Gosh.

The train finally slowed down.

"The train from Cologneburg to Jens has arrived at its destination. The train from Cologneburg to Jens.

On a golden afternoon when the summer sun was down, the party got off at the square in front of Jeans Station, which was decorated with all the national flags and stands.

It was refreshing to see the band playing exciting dance songs and young people dancing in circles.

Jezeth was a small town on the River Luber.

The location was remote, but the area was clean and people were lively because the wine sales made it financially rich.

At the entrance of the plaza, children wearing vines on their heads and blouses with green and yellow grape embroidery were handing out pamphlets of the festival to visitors.

There was also a carolinger pamphlet for foreigners. Clayo also accepted a copy.

A festival dedicated to the memory of the saint Koblentz, who heard the revelation of the goddess and planted the first vine during the Holy Empire of Horarium. I read the explanation with a doubtful eye to eye.

"Doyeon, is this real?”

At the sound of Clayo's mouthful of the young master, the veins sprang up on Fran's forehead once again.

Of course, it was Fran who had enough restraint not to slip there.

"…there is no known literary basis."

Holding Clayo's suitcase in one hand, Arthur, who put my luggage in a netting machine, stepped in with a colorful face.

"Well, that's just an excuse to drink?"

It was a native porter's accent during Lundane, now a specialty of Arthur.

"Well, I read a little bit more that it's a day before the grape harvest season when the workers relieve their fatigue of hard work and taste the wine they made before."

"…maybe starting tomorrow, drunkards will lie around on the floor of this square…" I've heard rumors."

Arthur burst into laughter.

"It's not a very desirable festival!"

Today was the first day of the vineyard festival.

Crowds of people from the train poured into wine tasting booths set up here and there.

Most of them were Brunnenians, but caroling or rare Albion were also heard, indicating that there were quite a few tourists who visited here while stopping by the fair.

But wine was never short.

The town of Jezens was small, but the vineyards were wide, and there were several breweries that had built booths.

Arthur looked at the square with his hawk's eyes, with his hand resting on his forehead.

"Let me see, as far as I can tell, the booth with the blue tent looks good. I just opened a bottle and it smells great. What do you say, sir!"

In the corner booth pointed out by Arthur, there were more people who looked like locals than tourists.

Isn't the best restaurant the locals go to?

This time Clay was completely in favor of Arthur's opinion.

"Okay, good."

It was a table that covered a fresh wooden tablecloth with a long board across the brick, and there was no chair at all.

In the booth inside the tent, the hostess in a grape embroidery blouse was pouring wine to the guests with a red glow on her healthy, plump cheeks.

"Everyone, line up, this bottle was made two years ago, and you can start drinking now! It's still a sweet time! Our Ortega vineyard is the best at Egens!Drink it, vineyard! Ours is sweet!”

They also made plenty of water for children and the elderly who are not good at drinking.

Arthur gave a reasonable space with a large lantern and sat Fran, the role of the master, inside. As a result, Franc was barely visible because Arthur was overshadowed.

On their tables, folded travel guides, maps, and separate books from the fair were scattered, making it obvious that tourists could be seen from 100 meters away.

The world's most ignorant master and his companions did not draw any attention. Because one-third of the guests here looked similar.

The young men, all smartly dressed, laughed and chatted, all in their pockets, including the fair pamphlets and maps.

Clayo smiled with remorse.

You have to hide the trees in the woods.’

In the meantime, Isiel watched from behind the table, moistening his lips with a glass filled with water.

And Clayo, as far as I'm concerned,

I was holding a glass filled with two-year and five-year Jeans wine in both hands and tasting it one by one.

The scent of soft green apples, cool, refreshing, and sweet.

It was really the taste of midsummer.

The two-year-old mountain had a strong sweetness, and the five-year-old mountain began to lose its sweet taste and its complex flavor became younger.

Inside the slightly closed snow, the blue waves of the vineyard seemed to be redrawn.

'This is Riesling Cabinet. I guess the main breed in this town is wrestling. Wido is north of the capital, Cologneburg. The climate is cool... Well, it's perfect.'

I don't usually enjoy sweet wine, but it's different to drink it in mountainous areas.

The black-haired prince had such a wonderful vineyard in his mother's house that he didn't know what was wrong with him and why he wanted to experiment.

"Even though it's the author's intention, isn't it a design mistake?" You don't know because you don't drink? Come on, brothers and sisters don't even know the joy of life.’

As expected, Arthur, who was holding two glasses at the same time, emptied his five-year-old bottle. He gave a broad grin.

"It's incredibly fragrant and refreshing.”

"That's right."

At this time, the manager of the hall, who came to the know-how well through the crowd, checked Clayo's label of the wine bottle.

"Here, sir, this is from 1879. Sweetness dies down and the taste of elegance is in full swing. You chose the right Great Vintage.”

The guest manager, who brushed his hair with a pomade and groomed his mustache, was also fluent in carolinger.

"Thank you. You really have a wide range. Please open it now.”

"For customers who taste the wine in our vineyard, the seller's door is wide open. This year's celebrations have overlapped, so you'll have a lot of chances to win good drinks!”

The reception manager opened the cork with his hands, while keeping the words from the moment.

Pong-

Clayo questioned the guest manager's words.

"What do you mean, good thing?”

"Just now! This is the latest news in the evening! Confucius of Mainrat is finally engaged!”

"I'm embarrassed, but I'm not sure what you're talking about....”

Perhaps because a group of people who looked like guests ordered expensive vintage bottles, the hall manager, who smiled for business, told the story without asking.

So

"Prince of Minerat," which received such affectionate support, meant Aslan.

The atmosphere was so different that I almost mistook the Duke of Minerat for having more grandchildren or children.

Fran was leaning her head behind Arthur and silently conveying the meaning, "Yes, I told you before that he was the Confucius of Mainrat."

"The Duke of this neighborhood is taking over his grandson, the prince of the next country, for his children.".’

A grandson you don't see often should be the best grandson, but this is not the case.

Clayo, who gulped down the two-year-old Jeans wine that he had poured first, had to cool off his sweat by fanning his hands.

If you think about it carefully, the 19th century dynasties usually had dog cat genealogies.

There was no European royal family without marriage to Queen Victoria's children and grandchildren, and even among the parties that fought the war, the royal family was often related to each other.

When Clayo responded spiritually, the receptionist was rather furious and explained like a gun.

The son of Friedrich, Duke of Mainrat, died a few years ago because he had not seen his children. The Duke's daughter, Julai Kahman, gave birth to a grandson, and the current position of Maine's successor was tentatively given to Aslan.

And the residents' response to him was extremely favorable.

Our noble man, the righteous and brave knight, the jewel of the crown.

All of these were words that refer to Aslan, and some people who understood Carolingian nodded, which seemed to be not a minority opinion of this clerk.

'You know, that Aslan... Is this a story?'

At this point, he was a two-prince who was described as a completely different person.

The rare black hair was a symbol of a well-informed royal family, whose cold-blooded attitude was considered a noble spirit, and its sword-free attitude with ordinary people.

Clay and Fran opened their eyes wide and heard the latest neighborhood gossip.

It was clear that Arthurman, who couldn't Carolingian, was excited and sipping wine, and even Isiel, who hid his face under his hat, was paying attention to the guest manager's words.

As more people listened, the guest's voice grew louder.

"Like that! There will be a happy marriage soon!I'm telling you in detail because these guests haven't heard of Confucius' wedding!”

The atmosphere began to heat up around the chatty reception.

Local residents, who were moderately drunk, raised their voices and said they knew their marriage in advance, and there was a reason, somehow they began to talk.

"A cart came in and out, and some unknown workers came and went, and I thought they were decorating the summer palace for the new bride.’

That's what it was it! The technicians from Clypeda stayed because of water and electricity!’

"How can foreigners not give me a straight answer even if I ask you a question like this?’

"What's the warden in charge of the construction, Princess Juleica's butler? What a coincidence!’

Finally, an old man with a cane jumped up and called the hostess.

The round-bellied body and hair were taken off, but the golden line of the vest and the well-drawn shoes were of high quality.

The old man looked like a local man.

"Hey, Anna, I've got this great news for Aslan, and I can't let it go. I'm going to have to get the foam! I'll pay for it, so everyone here can have a drink!”

"Wow, postmaster, that's a good idea!”

The hostess, who wiped her hands on her apron with a big smile, clapped an empty bottle of wine with a fork to draw attention.

How can I not laugh when sales are going up so fast?

"Look here! The postmaster is going to hand over the jacks to commemorate Prince Minrat's engagement!

As soon as the words of the hostess called An Nara rang out in the hall, a girl who often hung a towel around her apron missed the tray.

"What? Mom, are you serious? I didn't hear you! You're... engaged? That's outrageous!”

"No, you're not, you're just a little girl having some kind of false dream! Get out of the way, guests. Glass can get hurt. Oh, I'm sorry. My daughter loves Confucius so much that she looks like this. How can you get married like this? Aha.fi"

"Mom, what's wrong? Argh!fi"

The hostess teased her daughter about whether the girl's cute little love was funny. The girl ran out there in tears.