Vol 5 Chapter 27: Drama and actors

Although the relationship is not harmonious and even filthy with each other, before leaving Canola, Carl reminded Alexander not to believe anyone after arriving in Bosnia.
This person includes not only his distant relative Ivo Drana, but also others.
Alexander has not seen Roy, but this does not prevent him from knowing how much this North Bosnia is regarded by many as a hero.
He once served in the army of the Grand Duke of Stefan and fought against the Ottomans. It has many fields and mines, and there is also a castle that is said to be so beautiful that many people are jealous. This is the count of this marquis. The focus of people's discussions again and again.
But what Alexander could n’t forget was the letters that his scouts accidentally found from those Ottoman messengers. In those letters, the name of Royère was so obvious that Alexander could not believe the marquis alone.
And he is more concerned about how the Bosnians knew his arrival. Speaking from the time that Cagnola entered Bosnia, he had no time to do anything except to meet Drana, but some news came back. Look, in Bosnia, somehow began to circulate rumors about "Crusaders from Rome".
The Ruva Marquis attacked the Bosnian wharf on the north bank of the Naousawa River, just before and after this rumor spread. It would be irrelevant to say that Alexander would never believe it.
Because of this, Alexander felt that he might have a conflict with the Marquis de Roissy in the future, but the marquise ’s prominent status in northern Bosnia was a headache, not to mention that the marquis might be Become a king.
As the king of the Kingdom of Bosnia, composed of northern Bosnia and northern Croatia, as long as he thought that there might be a conflict with such a person, Alexander felt that the family far away from Caniola was really not a good thing.
He could be sure that it was the family who revealed his whereabouts. As for the grandparents and nephews, or the seemingly lonely and helpless Princess Marchiwei, this is not yet known.
Suddenly encountering a group of followers who claimed to be the heirs of the Duke of Zagreb, Alexander suddenly felt good luck that he had been hiding from him since he arrived in the Balkans, and seemed to start turning his eyes back to him.
The Cavaliers Moore did n’t know what Alexander was thinking. When he heard that the young man riding on the high horse was the earl who led the Crusade to the East again, he was so excited that his heart was about to jump out of his mouth. Too.
Moorco believed in the legends. He felt that the count was just like the knights who had traveled to the east and saved the Holy Land in ancient legends to save and protect them, and his master Viscount Herva was the one who was waiting to be saved. The fallen, now the count is right in front of him. Is n’t it just to prove that all this is God ’s arrangement?
The knight felt that he thought well, so he naturally asked the count to invite him to his camp.
"Sir Viscount will be very happy to meet your lord, and please forgive me for taking the liberty. Your army may need some help here. After all, this is Bosnia." Moore looked at the people who were dusty but still Seeing the soldiers in armor and military uniforms looking too neat, he felt the need to remind this nobleman from Rome that Bosnia was obviously more complicated than he thought.
At least seeing that Drana and the Earl, which he hated since childhood, was enough to make Moleco feel the need to remind the Earl to be vigilant.
Moore ’s invitation was in the middle of Alexander ’s arms. He was indeed very interested in the Viscount. Although the Viscount ’s father was dead and he himself had been deported from Zagreb, it was because of this that he felt it was indeed Is a good opportunity.
The Croatian was obviously not completely stubborn. After being expelled from Zagreb, Viscount Hilva and a group of men who still loyal to him originally tried to take refuge in some provinces along the coast that still loyal to his father. People did not give them this opportunity.
The Ottoman army from Bosnia approached the coastal provinces of Croatia on several routes, forcing those provinces to declare at least nominally Ottoman ownership.
Viscount Hilva did not dare to take risks. He did not know which of the governors of the coastal provinces would sell him to the Ottomans. Considering that he might be put under house arrest for a lifetime, he decided to wait.
The Viscount and his followers entered the Golmez mountain. They set up a camp in a forest hunting camp where the duke was in the mountain. The remote places in Bosnia had fallen, except for sometimes sending people out to ask for news and by the way to see what was worth grabbing, they had n’t contacted anyone outside for a long time.
So when Moore suddenly appeared with a strange army near the camp, the whole camp became tense instantly.
Looking at the strange army approaching the camp, the people standing on the observation deck sounded a warning while using the angle to pull the buckle of the crossbow.
Viscount Hilva took his hand down to the edge of the camp, and they watched with anxiety as he reached the other side of the creek, Moore and the few people beside him standing in front of the wooden bridge.
"Master Viscount, Moore will not be a traitor, maybe he brought friends." Moore's father stubbornly distinguished his son, but this time the Viscount no longer took care of this, he looked at the opposite side with a somber face. His eyes narrowed slightly from time to time when he couldn't stop patrolling on those people, as if thinking about something.
"Adults, these people don't look like Bosniaks." One of them whispered.
"Less like a Croat." The Viscount Hilva flashed an idea that seemed impossible, but the idea was a bit absurd for a time that made it difficult for him to determine, but the military style was completely different from the locals but reminded him. He believes that the idea of ​​being too absurd may not be impossible. "I have to go and see."
"This is too dangerous, lord!"
The men stopped them, but they were blocked by the Viscount's phrase, "Even if we can't pass, can we escape now?"
Obviously, as the Viscount said, these people had arrived in front of the camp, and it made no difference whether they chose to escape to this time.
Many people stared at Moleco's father with indignant eyes, which made the old man sweat slightly.
But he was gratified that at this moment the niece's niece came to him, watching Miss Aloxia standing firmly beside herself, the old man suddenly felt that perhaps his son's extravagance was not completely without chance.
"Miss, if Moore didn't betray Lord Viscount, I will always use whips to force him to advance, so that he can get ahead early." The old man whispered to the lady, seeing the lady's blushing cheeks like a ripe apple The upper face became even redder, and the old man couldn't help but laugh with satisfaction, but he couldn't help but attracted countless angry eyes.
Viscount Herva tried to calm down his uneasy mood to make himself seem calm. He was accompanied by two entourages to the bridgehead on the other side of the stream, and the speculation in the heart of the army opposite him became deeper, just one He is not yet sure about the time.
"I am the Viscount of Helva, the only son and heir of the late Duke of Sighnaci, Zagreb, can you tell me your origins?"
"Master, this is the Earl of Montina, the Earl of Earl I told you before." Moore was a little eager to take a few steps forward. He crossed the wooden bridge to the Viscount and hurriedly saluted and quickly introduced it. , He can see that the people in the camp are very nervous, and his dad seems to be being troubled by the people next to him, but the appearance of Miss Aloxia makes him suddenly excited, he feels like a triumph at this time. The returning hero is now, so he is anxious to prove to everyone that he was right before. "We met them on the road, and the count offered to meet you."
"So you brought the people directly to the camp?" A follower whispered fiercely next to him. "Look at them as an army. If they want to level our camp, only one charge is needed." What knight are you thinking, you put adults and all of us in danger. "
"Even if I don't bring them, they can still find it here," Moorko said a little helplessly. "Actually, we got caught in their trap. All of us are surrounded by them. If they want to know where we came from, I ca n’t guarantee that everyone under my hands will stand the torture. "
"So you just betrayed all of us?" The other entourage asked angrily.
"They are not hostile to us," Moorco looked back at Alexander looking over here. "The earl just wanted to meet the lord."
Viscount Hilva interrupted the quarrel between several men, and he slowly walked to the middle of the wooden bridge in the eyes of people's concerns and stopped to look across.
"Can a knight from Rome report your origins?"
Alexander laughed a little. The Croatian's behavior, which still followed a little of the ancient style, made him feel prettier than those of the Italian aristocracy. At least this kind of lord's act of standing in front of the battlefield has become less and less in Italy in the war. Or, it should be said that with the end of the age of knights, this move has gradually been regarded as a symbol of a lack of attention.
No one can guarantee that if this is done, someone will be shot black, and the behavior of the former servants who did not dare to offend the enemy monarch on the battlefield has now disappeared.
Alexander thought of these messy things, but moved at his feet. He walked up the wooden bridge to the Viscount, and bowed slightly before saluting before saying, "I am Alexander Juliant Gumbre."
There is no title, no title, only a name.
The Viscount's expressionless eyes froze for a while on Alexander's face, and then a smile slowly appeared on his face.
He stretched out his hands slowly and forcefully, embracing Alexander in his arms, and whispered in his ear: "I do n’t know why you are here, but I believe that God must have heard me pray before sending you here. Yes, this is a good sign. "
The late Duke of Zagreb, Croatia, is a devout Catholic, and he is one of the most active supporters and actual promoters of the Sistins IV promotion of the Croatian Reformation Movement.
Because of this, when the riots of the Orthodox swept through the streets of Zagreb, the Duke was mercilessly killed by the rioters. As for the shadow of the nobles of Croatia or Northern Bosnia, it is impossible to know.
The death of the Duke once shocked the Vatican, but with the subsequent tumultuous changes, people's eyes remained more in the power struggle within the Holy See, and the martyrdom of a Duke as far away as the Balkans was gradually forgotten.
Although the Vatican is still quite concerned about the martyrdom of the Duke, some people have even proposed to recognize the Duke as a martyr and saint, only because it involves a lot of them, and the Vatican does not want to be too irritating at this time and even anger those who intend to resist. The pagan local orthodox nobility, so this proposal was put on hold indefinitely.
Alexander is not clear about these things, but this does not hinder his guess.
A nobleman who was killed in order to promote the reformation was enough to elicit a lot of things, not to mention that his son is still bleak here.
The Viscount Gerva may not have the courage and determination of his father, but as long as he is the son of the Duke of Sighnaci in Zagreb.
For Viscount Hilva, the army from Europe was his dream reinforcements, not to mention that the count was from Rome and the Vatican, which meant too much to him.
Looking at the Viscount who wanted to make his expression as unexciting as possible, Alexander could imagine that he must not be calm at the moment, or that he might already be thinking about how to use this rare opportunity.
Sure enough, the Viscount Hilva first very warmly invited Alexander and his men to be guests in his camp. Then he turned to the distance and watched their men anxiously, announcing, "This is our guest, one The earl from the Vatican is an angel sent by His Majesty the Pope to save and help us. "
A cheer of joy erupted from the camp, and the people who were nervous at first shouted with excitement, and some people desperately embraced the people next to them, while others suddenly burst into tears.
"Earl, your words will allow them to see heaven and fall into hell," Viscount Herva said in a low voice, his eyes eager and a little anxious, as if he was worried that Alexander would deny him. " Please don't let them lose hope. "
Alexander took a deep look at the Viscount. He knew that the Viscount was taking risks. Although it seemed ridiculous that the Viscount tried to impress him with tenderness, Alexander was originally thinking of dealing with the Bosnian locals. , So the Viscount's words just gave him a chance.
It's just that he certainly won't satisfy the other party so easily.
So in the eyes of Viscount Hilva, with anxious gaze, Alexander looked forward to the Croatians who were looking at him excitedly.
"Unfortunately, I didn't come to Bosnia by order of the Vatican."
Alexander ’s first sentence left everyone including the Viscount Hilva in place!
The Viscount's face changed quickly. He wanted to calm himself as much as possible, but his hand on the railing of the wooden bridge was trembling with unnoticeable feeding, standing behind Alexander, his eyes fixed on Alexander's back. , Undisguised disappointment floated on his cheek.
Alexander could feel the momentary change in the emotions of the people on the opposite side and heard the breath of the Viscount Hilva deliberately suppressed because of the emotional excitement, but he continued unhurriedly: "Signaci of Zagreb The Duke is a person worthy of respect. He gave his life for his faith. His righteous act was regarded as only a saint in the Vatican, and as far as I know, there are more than one highly respected cardinal in the Vatican. After that, the Duke of Sighnaci will be declared a saint. "
Alexander's words immediately caused a response, and people whispered and asked boldly: "Then Count, why the Vatican did not announce this decision, the Duke is a great martyr, and was killed by those despicable believers. , He should be a saint! "
The question was immediately answered, and people questioned loudly, and some even came to Alexander in excitement.
"Hunting guard!"
Busako, who was not far from Alexandria, gave a low growl. In a flash, a gleaming blade of light accompanied the sound of the musket frame, and the muzzle of the black hole in the hands of the hunting guards was aimed at the excited Croats.
"Stop!" Alexander said loudly beyond the soldiers behind him, and then he looked back at the gloomy Viscount Hilva.
"I know this is cruel to you and your people, but we all know that things are not that simple, Viscount calm down your people if you don't want to make things worse."
Viscount Hilva looked at Alexander for a while, then walked silently over him and came to his people.
"I command you as your monarch. If you are willing to obey my orders, then I want you to be quiet."
The Viscount's voice was dull and depressed, and for a time it seemed to put a heavy boulder on everyone's heart.
Alexander carefully observed the son of the Duke of Zagreb from the side. He had to admit that this person could still be followed by so many people in such a downturn. There is indeed something in him that can be called a "leader" thing.
But Alexander did n’t want the viscount to continue to show his charm. He walked over to the viscount and watched the group of people say with a slow and calm tone: "Duke Signaci is a martyr, which no one denies, although For various reasons, the Vatican ca n’t admit that he is a saint, but will this detract from his great image? Is n’t the Duke standing beside God and Lord Christ in the minds of the Croats? Has the glory gained? "
The words of Alexander made people talk for a while, many people looked at Alexander with doubtful eyes, and they didn't seem to know what he meant.
And Alexander did not wait for those people to think more, and has continued to say: "In the Vatican, many people admire the Duke of Signac. In their minds, the Duke is a symbol of bravery and piety, and a model and example for them to learn, and I It ’s one of these people, so I came to Bosnia. I want to see for myself what the country where the Duke of Sighnaci once gave noble life, and see if the people he guided followed the path he ventured. Moving on, now I see you, which makes me feel that although I have not received any orders from the Vatican, I can participate in his great career as a fellow believer of the Duke of Sighnaci! "
Saying that Alexander turned to face Viscount Hilva ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Viscount Lord, please allow me to be a member of your team, I believe this is God's mission for me to come to Bosnia. "
Talking to Alexander bowing.
"Praise God! The Lord finally heard our prayers, and He sent us a strong army!"
An old man in the crowd knelt down and raised his arms and shouted toward the top of the head, then he suddenly stood up and rushed to Alexander, holding Alexander's hand and kissing without regard to the block of the hunting guards.
Accompanied by the old man's move, for a time, the camp was shrouded in cheers!
Looking at this scene, the face of Viscount Hilva had a strange expression on his face, which was very wonderful.
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