Chapter 110
Swiss Arms
Chapter 110
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Hans von Fluelaberg
"Your Grace," I greeted Prince-Bishop Gion of Chur as I took a knee and kissed his ring.
The middle aged man allowed it to happen and cleared his throat. "I thank you for your welcome," he told me with a blank face. "I'm here to follow up on some of the concerns that have reached me. Let us discuss in private, but before that, let's go through the town. It looks magnificent."
"Of course. Your carriage -," I nodded and stood up.
"I wish to walk," he interrupted me with a smile with bright curiosity in his eyes as he glanced around the western gate's entrance. Like the eastern gate, the western gate and wall denoting where the town began and ended was made out of wood because I didn't get to upgrade them to stone yet. But that was something I intended to fix within the next five years. If nothing else, then I had enough stone from the constant flow of stones from the local mines.