I usually hate leaving Rosenheim, but this time there was no way around it. A serious problem had broken out in a village under my rule, and if the lord doesn't take an interest, who else is going to solve it?
After sending Ferke and Captain Schlieffen's company off to seize Moltheim, I headed for Vintenheim under the escort of a unit led by Anton. There, I joined up with Markus and his party.
The architect Markus had brought along as his "connection" dropped to his knees the moment he laid eyes on me. Hold on, why are you kneeling? He then heaped on praise so embarrassingly florid it might as well have been a serenade, leaving everyone around us dumbfounded.
On top of that, he spoke southern German with remarkable fluency.
"Oh, great and wise lord! I fear your radiant light will blind me! If ever the Lord granted me a holy revelation, then surely this meeting, here and now, shall be recorded in the annals of history...!"
"...You wouldn't happen to be Italian, would you?"
