Even if the level of folk culture in this era was probably still in a state of "illiterate", the notorious Mittal was not so bad that he could not even get a reply in Latin.

It's just that after John's reply was sent out for a while, the news was lost like a stone in the sea.

Since Kalujie, as a very small number of people, knew the meaning of the emblem on the necklace, even if the Mittal mercenary group was divided, it was inevitable that everyone would not be quite silent.

"There are two possibilities, either these four mercenary groups who volunteered to take the Roman Emperor's will are actually armed bandits. Either there's an untold story behind it. Kalujie's wicker chair leaned against the fireplace, where a bowl of hot beef soup with beans was simmering.

John and Sophia are not good at this bite, in fact, the beans have long been considered the exclusive food of refugees and the poor, but for Carlujie from the Bohemian gypsy caravan, it can be enjoyed quite a bite.

As the weather cooled, there were noticeably fewer caravans and travelers coming to Epirus. The Universal Gate has brought a lot of fresh blood here, but by now, it has gradually dried up.

"The latter is more likely. At least it seems to me that the leader of a mercenary who works with his head pinned to the waistband of his pants cannot be a simple bandit. The most likely reason why Mittal is where he is now is because their leaders parted ways because of an accident. ”

Sophia lay under two layers of thick velvet blankets, and the lilac that was used as a pillow poked only one head out of her chest. The first snow hadn't arrived yet, but people were clearly not happy to move.

"Your Highness is wise."

After the soup boiled, Carujie very consciously only filled a bowl for herself, and then opened the "Roman Heroic Epic" with her other hand. This is not a historical masterpiece, but it was written by John in a hurry after giving advice to the scribes and scribes in a desperate state of boredom.

The leisure life of the people of the Eastern Empire was naturally much better than that of the people of Western Europe under the oppression of the Holy See, but after this kind of almost later cool literature spread among the children of aristocratic families, it also brought an inconspicuous income. More and more people put this kind of story on the stage of the theater, whether it is a fenced theater in the middle of nowhere, or in the theater of Constantinople, there are often such vulgar plots that are not in tune.

"My brother's creation is not good for your knowledge." Sophia shook her head.

After being coaxed by John, after drinking to warm up, I was still a little dizzy after a night, and even forgot what happened last night.

"Oh yes...... Your Majesty, Your Highness, I invite you to a drink at the Frostdew Tavern. Kalujie suddenly suggested.

"In my shallow impression, going to the tavern with you seems to have left a pretty impressive impression every time." John quite decisively declined Carrouz's gracious invitation.

Sophia was even more direct, glancing out the window at the old sycamore, whose branches had almost been blown off by the cold wind, and simply closed her eyes—even though it was just past noon.

"Your Majesty, I have made an appointment with a friend, and he may know the clues of Mittal."

"A friend?" John shook his body and half-protruded from under the blanket, "What kind of friend is it?" ”

"A veteran I met while working at a tavern in the village of Bies. At that time, he put a few troublesome hooligans in place for me. Later, when I listened to the accent, I realized that he also spoke Czech, and we got to know each other. ”

"So what does that mean?"

"This guy had dealt with Sigismund's cubs, and was expelled from Prague by Izh and went to work as a mercenary. His first service was for an obscure little lord in Bohemia, but when things were revealed, he simply joined Mittal. The old man is said to have a good connection with Mittal, but his squad was broken up in a charge, and he took refuge in the newly restored Epirus Empire. When the village of Biyes was recruited for labor, he settled down. "It's just that this story has been going on for a while. Coupled with the fact that I had a few more drinks with the old fellow that night while listening to his story, I just remembered that he had a relationship with Mittal. It might be more convenient to start with him than a bunch of fake mercenaries who don't know their heads. ”

……

The interior of the Frostdew Tavern was nothing short of what John had expected.

The layout here is similar to that of an old-fashioned shed, with only a modest vestibule and an attic used as guest rooms. Of course, the loft is actually just a floor made of straw and soft leather on wooden planks. This was indeed the standard configuration of taverns in this era, and of course, there were also drunkards who played board chess and bet on dice at the entrance of the tavern.

Talking about business in such a place, looking at the danger, in fact, does not need to pay much attention to the eyes around you, and the noisy shouts are enough to drown out all the high-profile topics.

"Two large glasses of light beer and a bowl of hot milk."

Caluette interrupted before Sophia was about to say rosé. Even in the largest cities of Epirus, this more royal drink may only be found in castles or church cellars.

"Hey, Kalujie, charming girl, you're finally here!" A man in the corner who looked to be nearly half a hundred years old waved his hand at the group, "I ordered some snacks, you can ...... Uh, Caruje, these two of your friends look so young. That's them...... Want to ask about Mittal? ”

"Yes, my dear Henry." Kalujie took the drink from the tavern maid and poured herself a big sip, "You can rest assured, I vouch for it with my personality, they are all good people." ”

The clothes worn by John and Sophia were all designated by Kalujie. She was afraid that the old fellow would be restrained when he saw a nobleman. And even take unnecessary precautions. The relationship between mercenaries and nobles is quite delicate. What's more, following Mittal, Henry will have something unclean on his hands.

"Ha, of course, for the sake of this charming girl, two little friends, you can ask your curious questions. I'll tell you. ”

Sophia looked at him for a moment, the middle-aged man named Henry was dressed in dyed imitation Milan chain mail, as well as a set of shin armor and arm armor, hanging a mutant sword, and the spurs behind the boots were still glowing silver, according to this, a horse in good condition should be no problem. It seems that the mercenary life has allowed him to save a lot of savings.

"So, do you know this thing?" Sophia took out the necklace without pretentiousness.

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