George Olivier, Count of Wallis - Lands

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In addition to the Bohemian estates of Kolešovice, Petrowice and Hochlibin, Olivier acquired or inherited several properties in the Grafschaft Glatz. He was lord of Wallisfurth (Polish: Wolany), Seitenberg and Kunzendorf. On his brother Franz Paul's death in 1737 he inherited Plomnitz, Kieslingswalde, Glasegrund, Weißbrod, Altwaltersdorf, Kaiserswalde and Friedrichswald in Bohemia. His properties were inherited by his son Stephan (died 1832) on his death in 1744, though he sold Hassitz and Stolz to Friedrich Wilhelm, count of Schlabrendorf.

He was the wartime and last governor of the Kingdom of Serbia, from November of 1738 until the accession of the crownland back to the Ottoman Empire in late 1739 according to the Treaty of Belgrade, from which it was carved out in accordance to the Treaty of Passarowitz in 1717. Serbia was previously for a time governed from the Ottoman Empire between 1689 and 1691, after the great defeat at Vienna during the Great Turkish War. A short-lived restoration of the Serbian Kingdom would follow during the Austro-Turkish war in 1788 during the occupation of those regions.

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