8th May 1574
"This town lies within the province that I'm the governor off. As you ruled over it previously, you should know that getting crown's approval is just an annoying formality, left after the ancient tis!"
In an instant, Jan took over the entire discussion sending hate-filled looks towards Peter. Since I had no idea what they were talking about as the details of governing the province wasn't sothing that I could learn from history books or gas I played, I could only sit and watch as they argued amongst each other.
"But it's still a requirent! Now, are you going to play tough, or should I revoke all the decisions made in this docunt?"
Hearing those words, the atmosphere in the room suddenly turned tense. If Bart's na got cleaned of infamy and his banishnt revoked, that would basically an war! And not one between him and my like it happened before, but between and the entire Zboros family!
"Sir Peter, I don't think you want to make go for the extra length of assuring that this docunt will remain legit. Bart, whose na is written in this docunt, lost over a hundred elite cavalry while trying to kidnap my wife and kill and my people. I would like to remind everyone gathered that while I gave up the weapons that proved capable of giving this victory, I have more ans than necessary to make quite a lot more of them."
While my words were clearly threatening, I made sure to form them in a way that would make it impossible for anyone to accuse of making any actual threats. Thanks to this, while the ssage was passed, I should be safe from any possible repercussions of using such an aggressive tone towards the commonwealth official.
"Miracle weapon? Now you are making curious. Especially with how are you going to use them against the representative of the commonwealth!"
Sadly, Peter's words proved that it wasn't that easy to force him into obedience. But I would never be able to save my face if a modern man like couldn't overco such a puny obstacle!
"Use them against our dear commonwealth representative? Sir brother, accusing soone of treason and banditry fitting the na of the man you are willing to spare is more than enough for to give you a field right now!"
While I started on a high horse by ntioning my duel, rather than firing myself up even more and insisting on it, I simply smiled and continued.
"But I will let it pass, taking it as a poorly used ans of warning . Yet, I can't help but think about what would happen in a certain noble family were to get their hands on such an effective weapon After all, when I heard what happened at the royal tournant right after our king's coronation, I couldn't help but sympathise with their cause!"
What I ntioned right now was one of the greatest feuds that started the entire downfall of the Zboros family. With Peter's brother receiving the honour of the first challenge during the said tournant, he was unlucky to the point where no other noble wanted to pick up his glove after he threw it.
Only when a commoner knight decided to accept the challenge did the duel started, leading to a disgraceful defeat of the Samuel. In a fit of rage after losing to a commoner, small fighting ensued, leading to the injury of the noble that attempted to diate the conflict, who would die only ten years later from the wound he received from Samuel's hand.
While this matter was simply too small to be rembered by with how fragnted my knowledge about the entire period was, while I was back in Tarnow, preparing to deal with Bart, I received the news about the entire event.
"Okay, okay. Let's drop this matter. I won't ddle in this topic, but there is still another matter to discuss. And while it might make you even angrier, it is the main reason as to why you were summoned to the palace. I heard that you started brewing so luxury beer?"
Seeing that Peter wanted to stop the conflict from escalating and discuss the matter that sooner or later would be put to the royal attention, I decided it would be the best to calm myself down and use this opportunity to strike a deal while hiring so people to spread the rumours about our earlier clash.
"Yes, since I found a recipe allowing to produce a quality drink, I'm investing most of the money I have into expanding its production. But why does it require royal attention? As a landed noble I do have the right to brew and distribute my own alcohol, don't I?"
Outside of jews that managed most of the taverns in the entire country, a limited amount of citizens and a great majority of the nobles had the right to brew alcoholic drinks. That's why while I knew that capital would try to find so way to tax it, I already prepared a few ways to avoid wasting my money on the lavish life of the king!
"It ca to my attention that rather than selling those beers in your own lands, you are putting quite a lot of effort into spreading them all around the country. And as you might know, the crown has the right to tax such endeavours. That's why, from now on, you will have to pay thirty parts out of a hundred for every barrel that will be sold outside of your lands!"
Hearing those words, I had so troubles stopping myself from breathing out in relief. Using such an ordinary way in an attempt to force to pay to the crown? There was no way this poor guy would succeed!
"I'm sorry, but I think you have one thing wrong. So far, I never sold a single barrel in a place other than Tarnow!"
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