Doing such a thing as a vote is a joy in this era.

From the pilgrimage road to the holy land of the East to the busy commercial shipping lanes at sea, wherever wealth and prosperity can be brought in, there are indispensable "businessmen" who do not have the capital to buy and sell.

Many people who have a good reputation in their hometowns have become terrible robbers when they arrive in a foreign land, and some nobles of noble status don't mind making a cameo appearance as a road-cutting villain who blocks the road and robs.

Even for a long time, the navy, as the legitimate army of the country, also worked part-time as a pirate, not only for the purpose of plundering and making a fortune, but also for the purpose of fighting the enemy's economy and commerce.

So when they saw the Montina Army, the traveling party did not relax at all at the sight of their flags and apparently identical uniforms, but on the contrary there were even more terrifying cries in the ranks.

Robbers are still different from armies, and if it is possible to survive against robbers who rely on their strength and cruelty, then even the most incompetent army of thieves is more terrible than bandits.

For robbers may be just for money, and the army is often committed to murder in order to protect their so-called honor and good name.

A gunshot rang out from the convoy, and although there was no threat from a long distance, the sound of the gunshot alerted the hunters.

With Busako's order, the hunters quickly spread out from the column to both ends, the sound of muskets being raised one after another, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the team that had not yet formed a formation at the bottom of the slope.

The other party was obviously aware of the actions of the hunters, and the crowd in the group dispersed in the incomplete formation of vehicles, centered on the smoke that rose after the gunshot.

Alexander observed the procession closely, and he noticed, as the scout had said, that it seemed to carry a lot of baggage and cages, and judging by the weight of the carriages that had been pushed together with difficulty, if they were not full of people, they were really rich.

Several voices could be faintly seen running between the gaps in the carriage, the light of the armor flickering, and it was clear that there were armed guards among them, as evidenced by the sound of the gunshot.

"Master, it looks very fat."

The Bohemian scout had greed in his eyes, he knew that his master was not a pedantic man, and that he had never prevented the sacking of the captives in the previous battles, and that it was not unheard of that someone had even hanged them in private, and that Alexander did not show much disgust.

"You want to do this vote?" Alexander looked at the scout next to him.

"This is the opportunity that God has given us to make a fortune." The scout hastened.

"If God wanted me to hang you in the carriage opposite, I would be more than willing to obey that will."

Alexander uttered a witty remark that he thought was humorous, and then walked slowly forward as the scout grimaced.

On either side of him, the hunters followed.

The horse's hooves kicked a cloud of smoke and dust on the slope, and from a distance it looked like a tall and rugged gray wall.

When the team came to a short distance from the opposite side, the wall-like cavalry team also happened to stop with another gunshot.

This distance was outside the range of the muskets, and looking at the car array opposite, the hunters were silent.

For a moment, a suffocating tranquility hung over the two sides.

"In the name of God, I will speak to your leaders!" A rugged, slightly peculiar accented shout came from the opposite chariot formation, and then a rather muscular-looking figure flashed between the gaps between the two carriages, and then a man in half-armor jumped out of the gap and stood in the clearing in front of him.

It was a tall man, with some long hair hanging down his back, and he had no weapon, but the two long and short swords at his waist looked quite conspicuous.

The man looked at the rather strange cavalry in the distance, although he couldn't recognize the origin of this team, but the strange way of this cavalry team surprised him, and he couldn't help but feel a lot of pressure in his heart.

This man thought that he had some knowledge, not only the unrestrained Bohemian cavalry, but also the bravery and sensitivity of the Ottoman cavalry, and even the ferocity and terrible terrification of the Tatar cavalry far to the east.

But he had never seen such cavalry.

These cavalry, indistinguishable from other cavalry at a distance, trotted, apparently with the intention of preserving the horse's strength in preparation for the final charge.

But unlike the other cavalrymen, not only did he not see the usual cavalry spears among them, but more strangely enough, these cavalry did not advance in the form of a normal charge, but in a way that he had never seen before, like a flat wall.

And to the man's surprise, instead of swords and scimitars, the cavalrymen held muskets that also glistened in the sun.

The cavalrymen could be seen aiming at the convoy with their left arm crossed in front of them and their right hand musket resting on their arm.

The appearance of such a strange army made this person feel inexplicably uneasy, not to mention the strange military uniforms on their bodies, which added to the tense atmosphere.

"I'm the Knight of Moleko in the Duchy of Caniola, and I want to know who I'm talking to!"

Despite his nervousness, the man shouted bravely, and he even took a few steps forward, spreading his two thick arms at the same time, as if to tell the other that he was harmless.

Although the opposing team looked a little strange, this knight still believed that with his reputation, he could make the other party have some scruples.

After all, when it comes to the Knights of Moleko in the Principality of Caniola, many people think of those immortal legends and stories.

Unfortunately, the knight's thoughts were destined to be disappointed, and when he reported his name, he did not see the usual commotion that had occurred, except for a man who slowly walked out of the opposing team, everything seemed so peaceful.

Obviously, the other party either didn't know about him at all, or they weren't intimidated by his reputation.

"I'm Captain Busaco, Count Montina's Guard," Busaco looked at the knight who called himself Moleko from afar, it was obvious that this man was very confident in his name, otherwise he would not have raised his head proudly after reporting his name, but it didn't matter to Busaco, in his opinion, even if this man had enough strength to fight 10 people, he couldn't compete with a musket.

The appearance of the musket has indeed changed so many things, the powerful knight who used to be able to dominate the battlefield or the archer who has been trained for many years can be shot directly by a musketeer who has only been trained for a few months, and a figure like the knight named Moleko in front of him, who may have been fearful, is often vulnerable to the musket.

"Count Montina?" The knight was stunned, he had to say that he had never heard of the earl's reputation, and he originally thought that it should be a small nobleman in some country territory, but looking at the army in the distance, he felt that it was unlikely.

And according to the reports of the scouts who were sent to the front to explore the way, it seems that there is a whole army behind the other side.

"My lord is Montina of Romagna and Agri of Naples." Busako also raised his chin slightly, for he thought that the knight of the Duchy of Caniola was a country man with little knowledge.

Compared to the Italian aristocracy he had seen before, the small principalities of the Balkans were insignificant in the eyes of Busako.

Sure enough, when he heard these two places, the knight's face changed slightly.

Even if he still didn't know where Montina and Agri were, he knew Romagna and Naples, especially the Kingdom of Naples, which was as distant and mysterious as the edge of the sky for these knights in the Balkans.

"Are you from Rome?"

Finally, the Moleko knight burst out in a somewhat dull voice, and when he saw Busako nodding, he couldn't help but secretly protrude.

Although they were secretly worried that they were not sure of their origins, at least knowing that these people were from Rome, they might not have done anything terrible.

However, despite this thought, the knight still looked at the team in the distance vigilantly, he knew that it might be difficult for the convoy behind him to resist this strange-looking army, but out of responsibility, he could not help but do his best to protect the team behind him.

"The count's army is behind," said Busako, who was at last a little impatient, and seeing the astonishment on the knight's face, he continued, "we are going to Hungary, and believe me we have no ill will towards you, knowing that we have 4,000 men. ”

The knight was only slightly stunned, and then his shoulders fell, because with Busako's words, he also saw the figures that were appearing one after another on the slope behind the team.

As the arrogant-looking man named Busako in front of him said, it's an army!

Their convoys may be able to resist robbers and a handful of soldiers, but it is impossible to pit them against an army.

Especially when looking at the group of soldiers who seemed to be unable to walk from the slope, the Moleko knight wisely chose to abandon the senseless hostility.

"I am the knight of the Grand Duke of Caniola," the Moleko knight introduced himself to Busako, but his purpose was obviously more than that, looking at the army in the distance, the knight groaned a little and said with a solemn expression, "I hope to see your lord." ”

Busako nodded slightly, he didn't mind taking this person to meet the adults, he could see that this knight was not the highest ranking in this team, so this person should be the leader of the guards in this team.

Who is in this convoy of the Principality of Caniola?

Busako glanced at the group with some curiosity, and then motioned for the knight to follow him in the direction of the hunters' queue.

The group behind him had already begun to move down the slope, which caused the convoy to strain, and the Moleko knight also sensed the uneasiness, and his feet quickened, even faster than Busako on horseback to Alexander.

"I believe you should be the honorable Count Montina," looking at Alexander, who was dressed differently than others, Knight Moleko spoke a little anxiously first, "Please restrain your army as a nobleman, and do not behave unreasonably against the Grand Duke's convoy." ”

"Can I take this as an implication that my soldiers are robbers?" Alexander looked at the knight, who seemed to be a little angry, wondering why the other party seemed so anxious.

"I'm sorry Earl, I'm willing to apologize if my words offend you, and I'm willing to punish if you find it unforgivable, but for your own honor, please restrain your army from doing anything unreasonable, and I'll pray to God for your kindness."

The Knight Moleko was so upright and even a little too frank that Alexander was interested, he pondered for a moment, then bent down slightly and pressed the saddle with his elbows to look down at the knight standing in front of him and looked up at him and asked, "Tell me, who is in the convoy?" ”

The knight had a struggling look on his face, but looking at the army behind Alexander, he finally exhaled and gritted his teeth and said, "It's Princess Alexandra Co Caniola, the only daughter of the Grand Duke, and we are on our way to Ljubljana. ”

Hearing the knight's words, Alexander, who was a little surprised, couldn't help but look up at the convoy, looking at the figures flickering between the carriages, he suddenly smiled slightly.

"Busako, go and tell Gompati to restrain his army," Alexander instructed the captain of the guard, "and tell him that I am going to meet the princess." ”

As he spoke, Alexander gestured to the Moleko knight.

"I hope to meet the princess," Alexander looked at the knight with a look of hesitation, "and coincidentally, we might still be on our way." ”

The look on Knight Moleko's face changed slightly, and he knew what Alexander meant.

It was clear that the Italian army was also going to Ljubljana, which made him wonder if what was going on with it was a blessing or a curse.

The appearance of Montina's army made the entire convoy completely lose the mind to resist like the Moleko knights, and a pair of eyes only looked into the distance through the gap in the carriage, as if at this moment they were just desperately waiting for the judgment of fate.

It wasn't until they saw the Knight of Moleko walking towards them with two men that the people suddenly became agitated.

The men stared with suspicion and wariness at the approaching men, and as they approached the carriage, a young man suddenly jumped out from behind a carriage and stood in front of the Moleko knight.

"Be careful," the knight warned a little nervously, and when he saw that the young count behind him did not seem to be angry, he ordered, "go and tell the princess's maid that this nobleman from Naples wants to see the princess." ”

The young man looked at Alexander suspiciously, and then immediately ran towards the group.

"It seems that your journey has not been easy."

Alexander looked at the people who were slowly coming out of the convoy and noticed that some of them appeared to have injuries on their bodies.

"It's not a peaceful year," said the knight of Moleko helplessly, "besides the princess's party, there are also some merchants and pilgrims with us, and it is foolish to go out alone at this time." ”

Alexander nodded, he knew that the Moleko knight was right, even in Italy kind of place to travel is like an adventure, as for the distant Balkan mountains, traveling alone can really only be described as stupid.

The wait was a little longer, and just as the knight was apologizing to Alexander for the second time, the young man named Gallie finally stepped out from behind a carriage.

He first nodded to the Moleko knight, and then bowed to Alexander: "Your Highness, my lord, is already waiting for you. ”

Alexander nodded forward, and he noticed that the Moleko knight's face seemed to show a hint of nervousness, but when he walked around the carriage under the knight's leadership and saw the two people behind the carriage, Alexander couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Princesses, in countless knightly and legendary myths, are always portrayed as an almost unrealistic image.

Youth, beauty, dignified and elegant, these are all things that a princess should have, and if you don't have these characteristics, then you can't assume the identity of a princess at all.

So when Alexander saw a woman with gray hair and visible wrinkles on her face standing in front of him, he was somewhat surprised.

The woman in front of her is dignified and elegant, but her youth is not visible at all.

As for beauty, it may have existed 20 years ago, but now it is clear that it no longer exists as the years go by.

It's just that although the Moleko knight did not introduce him, Alexander would not be mistaken, because from the way he dressed, he obviously did not confuse this old woman with the young maid beside her.

However, it was not the princess's appearance that was very different from the "conventional" appearance, but her rather surprising-looking outfit.

A long, embroidered dress draped over the princess's already slightly blessed body, and the fabric of the dress was thick enough to withstand the cold winter winds.

The patterns on the dress looked quite cumbersome, and when Alexander looked closely, he was a little stunned to find that many of the flowers and branches on those patterns were actually inlaid with precious stones.

A loose belt hung ornamentally from the waist, and at the bottom of the belt, a dazzling ruby sparkled to attract attention, and around the belt was a ring of all sorts of extraordinarily precious looking emeralds and large pieces of agate with a translucent dull sheen.

This is a very gorgeous princess, although she looks no longer young, but the jewels on her body still set off her look unusually graceful and extravagant.

"A count from Rome?" Seeing Alexander, the princess took a step forward, "It's a miracle that there are still people here, we thought that God had abandoned us, after all, the infidels have scared too many people, and no one wants to help us at this time." ”

Hearing the princess's seemingly sarcastic tone, Alexander, who was about to bow down, looked over in surprise.

"Please don't be so surprised, Count, for even I am a victim of this fear," said the princess, gesturing to the convoy, "You probably don't know, I'm a gift to the Ottoman Sultan." ”