"Winford... truly a prosperous land, its fine wines are renowned nationwide, and its scenery is said to outshine even the heavens." Tasting the wine in his mouth, Laine could feel the sweet fragrance spreading through his throat and trachea.
"But I still love my land, my people." The Count lifted his glass with his hand, gesturing for Laine to look at his city: "In my eyes, there is no place more beautiful than Mijordenhaven. Look, those houses, that park, were all built after I inherited this position."
"I've carefully adjusted the city's tax rates. I hope that any young man who wishes to do something well can have ample opportunities in my city. I hope my docks can prosper like those in Marinburg."
"To you, Count." Laine raised his glass: "Let's toast to the prosperity of Mijordenhaven."
"Hahaha~ Cheers!" Albert laughed, the glasses clinking, wine splashing everywhere, and then the Count and the White Wolf Knight drank their wine in one go.
