In a wooden room, Viscount Hilva was walking around with his wine glass, and the wooden floor made a "squeak" sound under his feet. Sometimes he stopped to think for a while, but then he went on again Walk back and forth.

The banquet for the Earl of Montina continued until late at night, and the Viscount and his men expressed their highest respect and gratitude to the Earl and his army.

Just for the arrival of Montina ’s army, the Viscount has a faint worry about it. This worry becomes more and more heavy as the banquet continues, so that when the banquet finally ends, the Viscount sent someone to take Alexander and his men After the officers returned to the camp stationed in the nearby woodland, the Viscount walked back and forth in the room, anxiously waiting.

The sound of the door opening came from behind the Viscount, and Viscount Gerva turned to see the two men who came in.

"What is that Earl Montina doing now?" The Viscount asked slightly frowning.

"Master, when we came out, the Earl's camp was still very lively, but this time should have rested." One of the men said and walked over. "We entered the camp and saw the Earl's army. They said what they looked like. Makes me feel weird. "

"How weird?" The Viscount asked curiously.

"The Earl's soldiers looked like a group of knights," the other man said first, perhaps feeling that it was not clear enough, and then went on to say "their dress and manners are very different from the army we have seen, and Almost everyone is very clean. I saw many soldiers washing their clothes and armor by the river. It looks a bit similar to the Ottomans. "

The words of his men made Virgo Helva a little strange, his brow furrowed tighter.

"You have seen these for a long time? Did you see anything about the equipment and bravery of his army?"

"Sir, maybe we didn't see anything, but I can assure you that the Earl's soldiers have strict discipline."

The Viscount looked at the man, then nodded slowly.

"Sir, do you think he will be able to help us?"

Looking at the two entourages with hopeful expressions, Viscount Hilva sat down slowly. He felt that he needed to think about it first. After seeing the excitement of the count before, he couldn't help but think about the Montina. The arrival of the earl is good or bad for him.

"The Earl was from Rome, and although he claimed not to be sent by the Pope, it was still a rare opportunity for us," a slightly excited man said to the Viscount, "Master, the Earl can be our call to all believers to renew A symbol gathered around you, please do n’t forget that your father, His Royal Highness Duke Signac, is the leader of the Croatian Reformation, and you have the natural advantage as the son of the Duke, if at this time there is another 'ambassador from the Vatican 'I believe not only Croatia, but the nobles of Bosnia will also have someone to support you as a king. "

The voices under his hands were full of excitement and even a touch of anxiety. They seemed to be a group of people who were desperate and completely desperate, but suddenly found that they not only saw a light out of the dilemma, even behind this light, they could bring them to heaven. The bright sun, this sudden change made these Croatian nobles who had been tolerant for too long no longer calm down.

"But we don't know why he came to Bosnia," Viscount Hilva poured cold water on the two entourages coldly. "We don't know if we can come up with something that can impress him, we don't even know what he wants What do you want. "

The two entourages looked at each other, and the words of the Viscount chilled the mood they had just warmed up. They also knew that this was indeed the key. After all, no one would naively think that the count was really admiring Signer. Duke Che's fame came from afar.

The Viscount began to move back and forth, and suddenly he stopped and his opponent ordered: "Go and call Moore."

Moorco was washing his horse by the fence at the edge of the camp at this time. A broom tied with leaves was constantly brushing on the horse. When it was not brushed in some places, tall horses sometimes used force After arching the spine back and rubbing hard for a few times, Moore would be very intimate to brush this place a few times, in exchange for the comfortable low-pitched sniff in the nose of the mount.

"Morco, you're taking care of your horse again." A voice that made Moleco's heart beat came from the darkness, and Miss Aloxia came out of the shadow of the house.

"Why did you come out so late," Moore unexpectedly looked at the noble lady who wrapped herself in a thick shawl. "You know it's unsafe to come out at this time, not to mention the outsiders in the camp."

"These outsiders are not brought by you either," Miss Aloxia glanced at Moorke slightly. Her big eyes looked shiny and shining in the moonlight. The body was warmer.

Miss Aloxia walked over to the warhorse, reached out and gently stroked the long horse face and said to Moorco: "Is this Earl really here to help us?"

"It should be. After all, we are all Catholics. Besides, you have heard that your grandfather has such a lofty prestige in the Vatican, and may soon be called a saint. It is not normal for the count to help us ?"

Seeing Moore's look, Miss Aloxia sighed secretly. As the niece of the Viscount, she heard of course more than Moore, so for this reason that most people take for granted, it cannot be easily moved. her.

"I hope you are right," Miss Aloxia looked at the camp on the clearing outside the camp with some distractions. It was the camp of the Montina army. Most of the campfires in the camp had been extinguished at this time. There are only a few shining places where you can see the faintly shaking figure "I don't know how I don't like those people very much, do you know they are different from us."

Moorco also walked to the railing and stood side by side with Miss Aloxia, looking at the camp in the distance. Although he thought that maybe it was just the usual crankiness of women, he still understood her thoughts.

But then he still smiled and said: "They are indeed different from us. After all, they came from Rome. Their soldiers look so beautifully dressed and their weapons are very delicate. Of course, I don't mean that it must be very like that. Awesome, but I think it looks very new, right? "

Miss A Luo Xia nodded her head just to say something, and the sound of footsteps from far away disturbed them. From the footsteps, you could hear that she should not be alone.

"Are you here, Moore, Lord Viscount sent someone to come to you."

Hearing the father ’s intentionally loud reminder, both of them were startled,

Miss Aloxia wanted to hide in the shadow of the house, but the person seemed to be coming from there, which caused her to bend over the gap between the railings in a hurry, and then immediately lie down on the low creek outside the railings. shore.

Seeing that Miss Aloxia had been hidden, Moore responded aloud: "I am here!"

"You, baby, is this horse," the old man greeted from afar, peeping around, and when he was sure that he hadn't seen anyone else, he quickly stepped up and walked over, "The Lord Viscount is looking for you, hurry over Do n’t let Lord Viscount wait for a long time. "

Moorco glanced behind him, but under the repeated urging of his father and his entourage, he could only hurry to tie the horse to the railing, and then followed the two to the Viscount's big house.

It wasn't until the footsteps of several of Moore's people could be heard that Miss Aloxia climbed up from the dark, but she just arched a long horse face when she was about to leave her body.

"Are you asking me to continue brushing your hair?" Aloxia looked at Moorco's mount in an interesting way. She knew that Moorco loved the horse very much, which made her sometimes jealous. "You unreasonable little girl, Do you know that I am the granddaughter of the Duke of Sighnaci? "

Although saying this, A Luoxia still picked up the leaf brush and started to brush it gently on the body of the horse, but I do n’t know if she has enough strength or the method is not right. Soon the horse seems to move a few times because it is more itchy. Then, it suddenly made a snort, and then ran towards the creek by jumping over a rail that was not high.

Aloxia was taken aback. She knew that Moorco liked this horse very much. Although she knew that the horse would not run too far, but because of the fear that the rocks by the creek would hurt the horse ’s legs at night, she quickly drilled through the railing and lifted the skirt. Trotting and chasing behind.

The horse that ran to the stream was no longer naughty. It first lowered its head and drank a few sips of water, and then rubbed a few times with a long horse face on a stone.

A Luoxia catches up with a little gasp. She just about to stretch out her hand to hold the drooping horse rein, and a hissing sound suddenly passed from across the stream.

Moorco's horse raised his head at once, his raised ears moved slightly, and then took a few steps towards the stream under his feet, as if to flow across the stream.

A Luoxia hurriedly pulled the wet reins into the water, but her strength obviously could not stop the mount. Instead, she was led by the horse and slipped into the stream for several steps.

"Varjina, stop! Stop now!"

Aloxia whispered the horse's name while trying to pull back until she stepped into the icy stream, and the stream suddenly drenched most of her skirt.

"Who is there?"

A voice came, A Luoxia could not help but startled!

Then she realized that this sentence was not Bosnian or Croatian dialect, but it was Latin commonly used by the Romans she had learned before.

"who is it?"

Another time, Aloxia could feel that the other party seemed to be closer, and there was a horse hiss.

It seemed to have received a response. Moorco's mount also sizzled across the stream, and then Aloxia saw a tall warhorse wading across the stream across the stream.

Behind the horse, a familiar figure slowly followed.

"Passos, you guys who are immortal, so unreliable now."

Alexander looked at Pagasos, who was standing in the creek with his neck stretched out on the horse opposite him, smelling that it should be a mare. The owner of the horse, a bit dazed in this scene, thought about it a little: "If I remember correctly, should you be the niece of the Viscount?"

"Yes Earl," Aloxia nodded a bit stunned. She didn't expect to meet this Earl again in such a weird situation. "My uncle introduced me to you at the banquet just now."

"Yes, I remember you, Miss." Alexander nodded slightly, and then he could see clearly the embarrassment of A Luo Xia, who was shaking in the water.

"I think it was Pagasos that caused the trouble," Alexander only knew at a glance what was going on. He turned back and grabbed the reins of Pagasos and dragged it a little hard. Hearing that Pagasos seemed infuriated Whispering, Alexander whispered secretly and whispered in Pagasus's trembling ear, "You have nothing but like the little girl so much, you bad thing."

"Is your mount called Pagasos?" Aloxia asked a little unexpectedly, "Greek Pegasus?"

"Yes, it runs very fast but it's not honest." Alexander said, patting Pagasos' neck, and seeing that he was about to stretch his nose to the "little girl" on the opposite side, he pushed hard. a bit.

Aloxia's face was slightly hot, but then he shivered.

"Miss, I suggest you come to the shore quickly. This kind of night is the easiest to catch cold."

Alexander said looking back, and when he saw several hunter guards who had followed him, he instructed them to quickly set up a campfire.

"Passos is very squeamish, so I can only take care of it myself," Alexander said, patting the horse's neck again, and seemed to feel the master's heart. Pagasos turned his head in Alexandria unwillingly. A few rubs on the shoulder, "What about your horse, what is it called?"

Aloxia opened her mouth to explain, but then just said: "Varjina, it's Valvina."

"Vargina, what an interesting name." Alexander looked at the horse with some curiosity. He knew that the word Vargina actually evolved from a vocabulary that came from the north and looked at the quilt. Its owner named the war horse named "Goddess of Valkyrie". Alexander liked it a little bit.

Pagasos seemed to perceive something, and his emotions became a little irritable. His nose kept rubbing on Alexander's shoulders, and a burst of heat sprayed on Alexander's ears.

Obviously, even if there is no such opportunity for Pagasos, it is a matter of course that it likes the little girl, and its owner is also interested in other horses, which is not what it wants to see.

Aloxia apparently also noticed the interesting behavior of Pagasos. She looked at the horse jealously funny until Alexander greeted her to the bonfire that had been lit.

"Sorry Earl, but I have to dry my clothes here first." Aloxia didn't want the maid to see the wet look of her skirt corner shoes, because if the female partner questioned her, she might find that she secretly and Moore in the evening Ke met this matter.

Alexander nodded. He didn't ask anything. Instead, he sat down not far from the campfire and leaned against a tree, and then took off his wet boots hard and handed it to the hunter guard next to him.

In the light of the fire, Aloxia watched the hunting guards roast the boots repeatedly, and polished them with a few hard-looking things, which made her a little curious.

"It's frozen goat oil," Alexander noted with a smile and explained, "so that the boots don't appear dry due to water seepage and baking, otherwise they look ugly."

A Luoxia nodded incomprehensiblely, and she remembered what she said to Moore before.

She said that she didn't like the foreign army very much. In fact, this is not just her feeling, or not necessarily dislike, but a sense of alienation that is strange and unclear.

As now, she is also baking her boots, but she is just not to let the boots get wet and uncomfortable to wear, but she does not pay special attention to whether the leather of the boots will be baked and ugly.

But the person in front of him cares about these things, which makes Aloxia feel like a girl who has never seen a small rural aristocrat in the world, facing the young master from a big city.

"Miss, it might be better to drink hot soup," Alexander took the hot soup handed to him by the person next to him, and motioned for the guard to send Aloxia a plate. "I don't want to see you suffer because of my stupid horse. Wind chill. "

A Luoxia's round face like a ripe apple showed a smile, but she did not expect that the count was actually not so difficult to get along with.

"Count, how long have you been in Bosnia?" Aloxia asked carefully. She knew that her uncle was a little concerned about the count's intentions. Although she knew that asking this question wouldn't give you anything useful, but given this opportunity She still wanted to help her uncle for some information.

"Less than a month." Alexander frowned slightly when he said this.

This period of time made him feel that there was something inconsistent with his previous plan. The situation in Kaniola and Bosnia was much more complicated than he had imagined, so he had to temporarily change the plan, thinking about it was not much. In time, he felt that if he wanted to cooperate with the Viscount of Hurva and get the attention of Bucharest as soon as possible, he had to speed up.

"The count hoped I didn't disturb you." Aloxia felt that Alexander's mood did not seem to be very high, and she stood up stubbornly, although the boots were still wet and cold, but she still clenched her teeth and put them on. "Thank you so much Help, I have to go back. "

Alexander stood up, knowing that the girl might have sensed his emotions, which made him a little surprised by the keenness of the girl and secretly reminded him not to be affected by the chaos in front of him.

"Let me send you back, after all, you can't look like this, and you can't be relieved if you go back alone." Alexander looked at the end of the stream in the distance, and Aloxia could not go back to the water, and the wooden bridge It should be farther away, and it is not appropriate for a girl to go so far on such a night.

A Luo Xia was a little anxious. Of course she had to find a way to go back to the camp, but she didn't want to be found. And as Alexander said, she walked around the camp and crossed the river in a big circle is obviously uneasy.

Seeing Aloxia's hesitation, Alexander guessed the reason after thinking it a little. Although she didn't know why she didn't want people to know that she ran outside the camp with a horse at night, but he had no interest in asking. Other people's business.

"Let me send you back, rest assured that I will only deliver it near the bridge, which will not be seen by anyone." Alexander said with a smile.

A Luoxia secretly relieved, she thinks this is the best.

Looking at the young earl in the moonlight, Aloxia felt that he was not so unpleasant.

In order not to let the people in the camp see, Alexander ordered the hunting guards to take away the seemingly reluctant Pagasos, and then accompanied Aloxia alone along the stream to the wood that could not be seen in the distance The bridge went.

The moonlight was bright and bright, shining on the two men and one horse, dragging a long shadow by the stream.

"Count, can your army fight the Ottomans?" Aloxia suddenly asked, raising her head slightly with a little hope. "Those of those who killed my grandfather, some of them colluded with the Ottomans."

Alexander was not surprised to say these words to Aloxia suddenly.

Although the Ottomans forced their faith after conquering Greece, the Sultans with long-term vision did not just resort to repression. On the contrary, whether it was Mohammed II or his descendants, in the subsequent decades Taking a very flexible approach, they even supported several Christian countries as their vassals, and now the Governor of Bosnia in Sarajevo is just such a person.

The flexible means of governance and the art of diplomacy have allowed the Sudan to dismantle the Balkans ’resistance to Ottoman time and time again on the basis of strong force. The crescent flag of the Ottoman Empire has been nibbling at the corner of southeast Europe.

"I'm here to help your uncle, although I admit that I have my own purpose, but for now our purpose is the same."

Alexander casually explained to the mistress of Zagreb ’s fallen nobility, although he did not know whether these words had a chance to reach the apparently suspicious Viscount Hilva ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ But I want to talk about it A few words are not bad.

"Then your army is not afraid of Ottomans?" Miss Aloxia still asked a little stubbornly, and then even said in a slightly provocative tone "Our people are not afraid of those Ottomans."

"Then I'm so happy for the Viscount that he has such a brave follower," Alexander smiled unintentionally. Seeing that the noble lady seemed not satisfied with his answer, Alexander went on to say, "Please rest assured, I 'S army will certainly help your uncle, and even if possible you may become a princess in Bosnia. "

A Luoxia's face was surprised, she did not expect this young man to actually boast such a seaport.

But at this time they had reached the wooden bridge, A Luoxia could only stop to prepare to leave.

It was just that she had just opened her mouth and hadn't had time to speak, but the front of the dark camp suddenly lit up!

With a shout of "Aloxia!", Viscount Hilva strode towards them, surrounded by a group of men holding a torch and following him.