After a day's voyage, Chechen and his mercenary regiment finally arrived in Miatelsk.

At this time, the Myatels Pier was crowded with people, and countless people stood on the banks of the river and on the pier, as if waiting for something.

"Uncle, come and take a look? Why are there so many people on the dock?" Cheerchen shouted to Pietro who was still eating lunch in the cabin.

Soon, Pidro walked out of the cabin with bread and sausage in one hand and wine in the other.

"What's the matter? My dear nephew?" Piedro asked vaguely with his mouth full of food.

Obviously, he didn't hear clearly why Cheerchen called him.

"Look, there are people on the dock," Chechen said.

Pidro looked towards the shore. Although it is still far away, the colorful areas on the shore are indeed full of people.

"They must have all come to welcome us." Piedro made his own judgment after some "deliberations."

"Really?" Cheerchen was a little skeptical. He knew it well, the scenes on the pier and the river bank were not an exaggeration to welcome a king. Although he has become a vassal of the Laziviu family, he is still an insignificant little figure after all, and he welcomes such a big battle.

"Of course, you don't underestimate yourself." Pidro patted his nephew on the shoulder with a hand full of food.

"You are the life-saving benefactor of Prince Yanusz Laziviu, and you have just made a military exploit in Polotsk. Think about it, besides us, who has won the army of Tsarist Russia. The Prince is giving it to you. Didn’t you also praise you in the letter? I think this ceremony was prepared by the prince for you."

Cheerchen nodded when he saw what his uncle was saying.

"Then we have to ask everyone to freshen up and go ashore in vigor," Chechen said.

"That's how it should be. Let them see the heroic appearance of our mercenary group. I will order it now." Piedro liked Chechen's idea very much, and he immediately got out of the cabin to order Fatima and the others.

But when the fleet got ashore and Cheechen and others walked onto the pier in a new dress, he realized that he and Uncle Pidro were wrong.

There was silence on the dock, and everyone looked at themselves and the members of the mercenary group behind with a strange look.

Cheerchen was a little flustered by this look. He and his companions just stood on the dock like this, neither entering nor retreating.

After a while, a fat man with the appearance of an official finally emerged from the crowd. The man ran up to Cheerchen and asked with a sullen face, "Which family are you mercenaries? Get out of here. Don't you know who is coming back today?"

Cheerchen was a little dazed by the question. However, he reacted immediately.

"We are mercenaries of the Laziweiwu family." Chechen said.

The fat official looked up and down Chechen with a suspicious expression on his face.

"Since you said you belonged to the Laziviu family, why didn't you play the flag of the family?" the fat official asked.

"This..., we haven't had time to do it yet." Cheerchen hesitated to answer this question from the fat official.

Since he joined the Laziwiwu family for a short time, and he encountered war in Polotsk after his establishment, he has not had time to print the flag of the Laziwiwu family. Although it is urgent to follow the authority, it is not in accordance with the law after all.

"Then how do you prove it?" The fat official gave Chechen a sideways look.

Fortunately, Cheerchen still has a letter written to him by Prince Yanush. The emblem on the letter is enough to prove his identity. But when Cheerchen was about to take out the letter, the fat official was already impatient.

"Okay, okay. I don't care if you are mercenaries of our Laziviu family, you leave the dock as soon as possible. Don't trouble me."

Cheer Chen was also a little angry at the series of impatience and discrimination of the fat official. He was about to ask what trouble he would cause him, only to see that the official showed a panic expression.

"You, and you, hurry to stand aside for me. If the prince asks later, you will say that you are soldiers guarding the dock. And hurry up and drive your boat away!" the official said quickly and anxiously.

"Prince? Is Prince Yanush here?" Cheer Chen asked the official to hear about the "Prince", thinking that Prince Yanush came in person, and hurriedly asked.

"It's the prince, not the old prince. It is our royal horse guard prince who is back." The official hurriedly dropped a sentence and ran to another docking point.

The royal horse guard prince, is the cousin of Prince Yanush, the official title of Prince Boguslav who also belongs to the Laziwiwu family. But Cheerchen didn't know this.

"Head, look quickly."

At this moment, Fatima, who was standing behind Cheorchen, said to Cheorchen. Everyone looked in the direction of Fatima's fingers, and saw a three-masted ship appeared on the river at some unknown time.

That ship was more than five times larger than the largest ship in Cheorchen’s fleet. According to Cheechen’s visual inspection, the three-masted ship was more than fifty meters long and nine meters wide. There were thirty on one side of the battleship. An opening, so that the ship can be equipped with sixty guns.

Obviously, this must be the boat of the royal horse guard prince that the official said.

The big ship drew ashore at the pier. When the hatch opened, everyone on the shore seemed to have gone through an extremely rigorous rehearsal, bursting out with earth-shattering shouts.

"Welcome to the return of the prince!"

"Long live the prince!"

As the crowd shouted, the deafening salute rang.

Amid the shouts and salutes, a middle-aged man in a gorgeous tuxedo walked out of the cabin. This man is about thirty years old, with thin lips, he wears a white wig and a moustache, and he looks extremely handsome. Because of the powder on the man's face, against the background of his red dress, it looked extraordinarily pale.

"This should be the royal horse supervisor." Chechen thought.

But the figure Cheerchen thought to be the Royal Horse Superintendent walked out of the cabin and stopped after only two steps. The man stood sideways, then smiled and stretched out a white glove toward the hatch, making a "please" gesture.

Then, a young man dressed in clothes imitating the Swedish navy uniform walked out of the cabin.

As soon as the young man showed up, Cheerchen was stunned by the young man's unusually handsome appearance. It’s not that Chechen has never seen handsome guys and beauties. Bao Hong, the leader of Zaporozhye, Miss Helena of Smolensk, and the man in red just now can be regarded as representatives of the ultimate beauty, but in front of this In front of this young man, they all paled in comparison. No words can describe his beauty, that beauty even transcends the boundaries of gender.

And ~lightnovelpub.net~ this is not Cheerchen's idea alone. The whole wharf was shocked and silent at the moment the youth appeared.

"Boguslav, how come there are so many people on the pier? Are they all here to greet you?" The young man walked out of the cabin, seeing the lively scene of the pier, said.

Boguslav was satisfied with the surprise his friend showed. I saw him calmly explaining: "Chris, of course they are here to greet me. Sorry, I concealed my identity from you before that. I am from the Laziviu family. You should have heard Yes, this is an old and long family. I did that for a reason, because I don't want to be separated from you because of my status."

To Boguslav’s sincere attitude, the young man named Chris nodded.

"Of course not, I'm just surprised. Even the King of Sweden doesn't have such a big posture."

Boguslav raised his head proudly, and Chris said that he was more stylish than the most powerful Swedish king at the time, which made him very useful. He led Chris off the board and onto the dock.

"Who are you?" When Boguslav saw Cheerchen and his gang crowded on the pier to block him and Chris from going, especially when the man who took the lead looked at Chris with a fascinated expression. The prince who had always been smiling angrily shouted.

"Duke, these are small ones who are sent to maintain order at the dock." The fat official who had scolded Chechen came out to explain.

"Really? Didn't I say that there is no need to send guards?"

"The little ones are also for the safety of His Royal Highness." The fat official explained.

Boguslav glanced at the fat official, then at Cheechen, and then said in an ordinary tone: "Pull him out and hang him."

The "he" of course refers to Cheorchen.