System: Build My Own Territory-Chapter 816 - 262: Extraordinary Temple Knight (10,000)_3
After Samuel pulled out a wooden chair from the round table for him, he sat down without hesitation.
Lynn didn’t mind, came to the opposite side of the round table, and sat down.
Soon.
Holding a wine glass in his left hand and a bottle of gin in a glazed bottle in his right, he came over to Lynn.
Red put down the wine glass, preparing to pour wine for Lynn and Semo.
Lynn stretched out his right hand and took the gin from Red’s hand.
Under Semo’s surprised gaze, he began pouring wine for him.
While pouring, Lynn said calmly, "Bishop Semo, you can try this batch of gin, it was just distilled and produced two days ago."
"Certainly."
"The longer the gin is stored, it becomes richer and more mellow."
"However, freshly made gin will have a different taste and flavor."
"Compared to Boss Hunter’s tavern drinks, it should be fresher."
Semo said nothing.
Only his eyes stared directly at the golden liquid continuously flowing from the glazed bottle into the glazed cup.
Even just smelling the familiar aroma of gin and seeing its color.
Semo couldn’t help but swallow again.
If the person opposite him were not a stranger he had just met.
He would unceremoniously take the bottle and glass from Lynn’s hand and enjoy it on his own.
After filling the glazed cup on the table for Semo, Lynn raised the wine glass before him.
"Bishop Semo, please!"
Watching Lynn’s action.
Semo still said nothing and similarly picked up the wine glass on the table.
In one gulp, he poured the nearly full gin into his mouth.
Feeling the fiery sensation of the drink spreading from his throat to his stomach.
Semo’s eyes were full of brightness, and unconsciously he let out a comfortable sigh.
Lynn, who similarly gulped down the gin, put down his glass and inquired to Semo.
"Bishop Semo, this should taste the same as the gin you drank at Boss Hunter’s tavern, right?"
"How do you find the taste?"
Semo nodded in response, "It indeed tastes the same, very nice gin!"
Listening to Semo’s words, Lynn moved his hand and continued to refill his glazed cup.
Semo raised his eyebrows slightly at the sight.
Although they were brought from Morgan Town to this territory as if being escorted all the way by a squad of heavy cavalry.
However.
Lynn’s welcoming them in Lord’s Square alone.
Now, pouring wine personally.
Was enough to slightly change his dissatisfaction with Lynn.
The lord before him seemed young.
But in manners and hospitality, he had unique insights!
Watching Lynn refill the glazed cup once more, Semo’s eyes were full of approval.
Even showed a bit of liking.
As a wine enthusiast, always making friends through wine. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
Especially.
Lynn not only understood hospitality but also catered to his preferences, providing his favorite Lexus Gin.
As for previous indifference, Semo didn’t care at all!
Lynn and Semo raised their glasses again, signaling across before both gulped down.
Until several more cups later.
Semo’s round face showed a hint of redness.
At the tavern, three rounds.
Semo’s tone had changed.
He burped and spoke to Lynn.
"Lord Lynn, if I had known your territory had such mesmerizing gin."
"I would have visited long ago!"
"You might not know, I have a principle in my dealings."
"That is, as long as we can drink together, we are friends!"
Lynn smiled slightly, saying nothing.
Reached out his right hand and took another bottle of gin from Red’s hand.
Skillfully and expertly, refilled the glazed cup for Semo opposite.
Watching the gin gradually fill the cup, Semo’s smile became more obvious.
Semo burped again and continued.
"But friends are friends, regarding the salt mine excavation and fine salt sale, we must clarify!"
Lynn, who had filled Semo’s drink, placed the bottle on the table.
He looked directly at Semo, responding, "Of course."
"Bishop Semo can freely state how to deal with this matter."
Semo exhaled the wine breath and said directly.
"Since we are friends, I won’t waste words with you."
"Morgan Town is under the jurisdiction of the Kakasong City Church."
"Even if you have a sealing letter from Marquis Ducas, you are still subject to the District Church’s authority!"
"Simply put, regardless of how much Gold Pounds profit Lord Lynn you have from salt mine production and selling fine salt."
"The District Church needs to take a tenth of it."
"Of course, this tenth belongs to the God of Light, the District Church only acts as a collector and custodian."
Maybe worried Lynn doesn’t know what Tithing is.
Semo continued, "Tithing comes from the ’Oath of Light’, based on records spoken directly by the God of Light."
"Not only you, but all other lords, or merchants, even ordinary residents need to pay Tithing!"
Lynn nodded, "If it’s for everyone, that’s quite fair."
Semo replied, "Indeed, Lord Lynn."
"The God of Light is everyone’s God of Light!"
Lynn raised an eyebrow, looking directly at Semo, and spoke.
"Bishop Semo, what if I refuse to pay the Tithing?"
