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Like many people in Istanbul, this man had a bushy beard, piercing eyes, a wide but not strong, slightly bloated, and early fifties.

He was dressed in a thick brown robe, and instead of a wine glass, he held a large bowl-like bowl with half a bowl of wine in it.

He's smiling, the honest kind, not treacherous.

Seeing that Zheng Fei and the others did not answer for a long time, he was a little embarrassed, but he did not leave, but shrugged his shoulders and found a bench to sit down, smiling unabated.

"Look at how many of them are raw faces, I don't know where they came from?"

He swallowed a long gulp of wine and swallowed it deliciously.

The reason why Zheng Fei ignored him was because he was hostile to him, to be precise, he was vigilant.

There was silence for about ten seconds, Zheng Fei and Brad turned their heads to look out the window, and Santiago stuffed barbecue meat by himself, eating a mouthful of oil.

The bearded man's embarrassment was even higher, and anger flashed through his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"I'm the owner of this tavern, and you can drink whatever you want, just say, I'm in for a treat. ”

Hearing this, Zheng Fei couldn't help but wonder.

"Why?"

"When we first met, I thought you were different from the others, the people who came in and out of my tavern were basically poor laborers and poor sailors from the docks, and the rest were ruffians, and there were not many big guys like you. ”

The bearded man is very friendly and always kind and smiling, and even the cold Brad has a slight affection for him.

Zheng Fei nodded slightly, and toasted him with a glass of wine out of politeness.

"So, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Casual chat, I'd love to make friends with someone like you. ”

Hearing this, Zheng Fei smiled back and said no more.

Zheng Fei is the kind of person who doesn't like to make a lot of friends, in his feeling, only those who can talk to each other sincerely are considered friends, and the others are passers-by, so there is no need to forcibly install the title of so-called "friend".

If you have to make some connections between so-called "friends", it is to take what you need.

He gently shook the wine glass in his hand, looking at the mellow aroma of the liquid, and wondering how to perfunctory.

At this moment, the street, which was originally lively but not noisy, suddenly sounded the sound of noisy restlessness, which intensified.

"Hey, hey, get out of the way!"

With angry shouts and the snapping of long whips, there seemed to be a group of men marching through the streets.

Looking sideways, I saw passers-by standing on the side of the street in peace, nearby residents also lying in front of the windows, and even craftsmen on the roof, dropping the tiles in their hands and looking down.

People's expressions were complicated, either excited or disgusted, which made Zheng Fei puzzled.

In the end, it is a legendary capital that has just fallen for a few years, and the situation is extremely unstable, if it is not for the fear of the powerful force of the Ottoman Empire, I am afraid that the aborigines may rebel at any time.

Two minutes later, through the small window of the tavern, he saw two columns of soldiers with their heads held high, and then officers on tall horses, and in the middle of the procession there was a carriage, and the people in the carriage lifted the curtain and looked out, and their blue eyes revealed a depth that no ordinary person had, as if they were immersed in thought, just like da Vinci.

The procession soon passed and disappeared into the street corners, and most of them dissipated their enthusiasm after cheering and cheering, and went about their own business, while a few fanatical followers, shouting a name, followed closely behind the carriage with the excitement of seeing an idol.

Since it was Turkish, Zheng Fei couldn't understand it, so he cast an inquiring glance at the tavern owner.

"What are they shouting?"

"Oh, a hero, a hero of the Ottoman Empire. ”

"Who is that man in the carriage? It can't be the Duke of Istanbul, right?"

The bearded boss shook his head and smiled, holding the huge wine bowl in both hands and drinking it all, wiping his mouth happily.

"No, the Duke is much older than him, and it's a long story about him. ”

The boss sold a pass, blew a distinctive whistle, and beckoned to the guys in the tavern.

"What's the matter, boss?" the guy hurriedly ran over, respectfully waiting for the order.

"Bring me some more barbecue and another bowl of wine. ”

"That ......" Santiago grinned, scratching the back of his head, "can I order anything else?"

"Of course, you don't have to point out. ”

The boss said lightly, although the tavern is not big and does not make much, but he can still afford a meal.

"Grilled fish, steak in sauce, roasted whole lamb, toasted bread, and I don't know if you have Spanish ham here, fragrant and fragrant, take a bite of that crisp~"

Santiago's saliva flowed involuntarily as he spoke, and he stared up at the oil lamp hanging from the ceiling, intoxicated.

This intoxication, when he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Zheng Fei's angry eyes, suddenly dissipated, and obediently lowered his head and nibbled on the few remaining slices of barbecue meat on the small plate.

The boss was also embarrassed, waved his hand to signal the guy to leave, and smiled at Santiago.

"I'm sorry, but I only have grilled fish and grilled meat. ”

Zheng Fei didn't care about eating at all, because ...... He was already full.

"Hey, let's talk about that person. He went straight to the point.

As he spoke, the guy had quickly brought the food back, and the boss picked up a skewer of steaming barbecue, smacked it to the end, chewed and swallowed it contentedly, and smacked his lips.

"His name is Urban, he was originally in the service of the Byzantine Empire, but he was not reused, so he came to our Ottoman Empire, probably ten years ago, he ......"

"Wait!"

Zheng Fei was distracted, and after reacting, he suddenly stopped him, his eyes instantly became sharp, and he held his breath.

"What did you just say?"

"He took refuge in our Ottoman ......"

"No, what is his name?"

"Urban ......"

Urban, this name, Zheng Fei is very familiar.

He let out a slow breath, and as if he had lost his soul, he picked up the wine jug on the table and put it to his mouth, and tilted his neck to drink, but found that the lid was not unscrewed.

Not only did Santiago feel frightened by his appearance, but even Brad, who didn't know him well, noticed something unusual and gently elbowed him.

After a few seconds, Zheng Fei came back to his senses, unscrewed the lid and took a sip, holding it in his mouth.

As a special soldier of the Foreign Legion, he thinks that he is not a military fan, and he can only fight.

However, the name Urban is still thunderous to him.

This genius of medieval artillery design created a monster cannon of epochal significance, which caused the entire defense of Constantinople to collapse, and the Ottoman Empire was able to take Byzantium in one fell swoop, greatly expanding its territory.

And now, what does it mean to meet Urban by chance?

Surprised, he came to the conclusion that-

Imply...... (To be continued.) )