In the early years, the Kingdom of Bosnia was a country with many aristocratic powers, and like other countries, the king was only the most powerful among the nobles, but he was not the only one who had power, which led to the number of nobles in this country and the number of orders.

It has become common for nobles to attack each other, and among them, the most powerful nobles are in the north and the south.

Which of the northern Rois?? The family is one of them.

Rowa?? One of the most famous figures of the family was St. Roy, who led his realm to Christ??, the first to accept Orthodox teachings, and was canonized by Constantinople.

Moreover, he was not only the first believer in Bosnia, but also the first martyr, because his conversion angered some of the polytheistic nobles and his men at the time, so they suddenly assassinated him at a banquet.

Rowa?? The family has a high reputation in Bosnia, especially in Northern Bosnia, and although the family has become less prominent over time, they are still a powerful family with high prestige in the north.

At least in the Northern Bosnian aristocratic union, it is not comparable to the little nobleman named Ivo Drana.

So when I heard Alexander inquire about Roy?? Ivo Drana, very careful to ask him about his purpose.

Ivo Dranar was a middle-aged man with a pointed nose, a bald, bare-jawed man, who was not good-looking, and whose slightly rickety waist was somewhat similar to that of his distant relative, Archduke Karl.

Ivo Drana's home is at the northernmost point of the Chakaran Valley, which stretches for more than a dozen miles, and at the northern end of the valley is a rolling hill near the plain, where the land is not suitable for growing any crops, but Ivo Drana is rich, because, as the Grand Duke Karl said, his territory is rich in minerals, which is enough to make Ivo Drana the envy of everyone.

The tycoon Ivo Dranagh did not seem to welcome Alexander's arrival, he received the guests indifferently, held a banquet for him indifferently, and then coldly led him into his room in the depths of his simple castle made of stone and wood, and until they closed the door to talk in detail, Ivo Dranah looked innotable, but distinctly indifferent.

"Count, your army can be repaired in my territory, as long as they don't trouble me," Drana's voice was calm, and he spoke good Latin, although some specific Greek was sometimes added to it, but it did not spoil his context, and even gave him a certain charm, "I don't know what you are thinking, it is not good to come to Bosnia at this time." ”

In the face of such a frank eviction order, Alexander was a little curious, he felt that although Archduke Karl may not have any good intentions towards him, he would not be stupid enough to make trouble for himself as soon as he came up, after all, the Grand Duke was still counting on him to make trouble for the Ottomans, but now looking at the Drana's rejecting look in front of him, Alexander felt that he might have missed something.

"Anytime is a good time, anywhere is the right place." Alexander said with a smile.

A hint of surprise appeared on Drana's indifferent face, and he looked at Alexander with some surprise.

"Emperor Basil's words?"

Alexander nodded, and although he didn't expect the quote from one of the most famous monarchs of Eastern Rome to impress the man in the slightest, he thought it would at least make the conversation between the two men easier.

Sure enough, I don't know if it was really because of Emperor Basil's words that he was moved, and then his attitude became a little softer.

"You really shouldn't be here, Count, Bosnians don't like outsiders," Dranagh said, handing Alexander a glass of wine, "Neither the Ottomans, nor the Hungarians, nor the Bohemians are welcome here, so if you hope to get help is unlikely." ”

Alexander had some experience of Drana's words, and in the past few days he had deeply felt the hostility of the locals, the kind of xenophobia and hostility that could be clearly felt even if it was not completely hostile, gave Alexander the illusion that he was in an enemy country.

Unlike the Italians, the Bosnians were disgusted by outsiders entering their territory, they held on to their territory like animals, and the presence of outsiders would arouse their vigilance and hostility, and if the other party persisted, a fight to protect the territory would inevitably occur.

"I want help."

"Everyone wants help these days, and I hope too," Dranah crossed his legs to the table in front of him and looked at the dirty toes of his shoes, "that relative of mine wants me to help you, but you don't know this place, this is Bosnia, not Kaniola, not your cozy cities, where at least Karl can still rule his country, and who rules us here?" ”

"Ottomans?" Alexander asked tentatively.

"The Ottomans are one," Drana's hand holding the glass held out a finger, "but it's not just them. ”

"Who's that, ??? Rois" Alexander took the opportunity to ask the question in his mind.

"Rowa?? Well, it's one," Dranah nodded as he drained the glass in one gulp, and then he poured himself another fill from the jar on the table, "But that's not all, there are others, do you know the Northern Noble Alliance?" ”

"I've heard that the result was negotiated to avoid a fight for the throne?"

"Haha, fight for the throne." Dranah laughed mockingly, he put his legs on the table and looked at the tips of his boots, "That's just a nice excuse, those people are not fighting for the throne at all, just a qualification to negotiate terms with the Ottomans." ”

Drana's words were a bit abrupt, but Alexander was not surprised that he would say that the Bosnian natives were indeed fierce and brave, but that did not mean that the nobles also maintained this style, especially some of the local nobles in the north, and their attitude towards the constant influx of fugitive nobles and refugees from the south was certainly not very good.

It was certainly much better for these northern nobles to be able to sit down and negotiate with the Ottomans than to engage them, after all, the Ottomans were so powerful that they were obvious to all.

Thinking about it this way, that Rowa?? It is not so surprising that it is possible to make a deal with the Ottoman magnates in secret.

Even the other nobles who were qualified to negotiate terms with the Ottomans may not have done so in secret.

Alexander shook his head and smiled, he was not incomprehensible to the current situation in Bosnia, in fact, the Italian nobles were similar to them, facing the French, those Italian nobles formed an alliance and prepared to resist, but in private, while observing the situation, they were ready to hook up with the French at any time.

"But there is one man who should not collude with the Ottomans," Dranar said suddenly, and at the sight of Alexander's curious eyes, he touched the top of his bare head, "I am talking about the Patriarch of Zagreb." ”

Alexander was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly.

In the face of the invasion from pagan religions, probably only those churches that also need to rely on religion are really difficult to accept, and the aristocracy can negotiate, compromise, and even surrender, but religion has so much room for retraction.

Convert or perish, not to mention in this era, even after a few centuries, everything that has anything to do with faith is still mostly one or the other, and that virtue has not changed for hundreds or thousands of years.

"In addition to the patriarch, there are always some people who are unwilling to surrender, such as nobles and commoners, right?" Alexander asked tentatively, he needed to know more about everything here, maybe this man wouldn't tell much truth, but at least he could provide something useful.

"Of course there is, after all, not everyone is willing to do things for the Ottomans, otherwise there wouldn't be so many raiyas in the south."

Alexander noticed a hint of anger on Drana's face at the mention of the word "Raia," which he knew was an extremely insulting insult from the Ottomans for the Persians, who refused to convert and cling to them.

"Count, it is true that there are many nobles who do not want to be slaves of the Ottomans, but this does not change anything," Drana, touching his bare head again and said a little helplessly, "The Ottomans are too powerful, they have an army that they cannot count, they have much more sophisticated weapons than us, and cannons that are as dense as the woods, but what do we have, a group of nobles who are always ready to negotiate and a patriarch who is pious but can only help us with prayers, all this is too bad, Bosnia is like a plate of scattered sand, Just wait for the Sultan's army to be blown apart as soon as it arrives. ”

Looking at Drana's slightly decadent appearance, Alexander couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

He didn't know that this man was on the side of the nobles he was talking about, but this man had clearly lost faith in resisting the Ottomans, which was probably the case with the majority of Bosnia as a whole.

However, what he said was not without reason, the Ottoman army of this era was indeed almost invincible.

It can be said that if the Ottomans had not shown too much ambition to cause unease throughout Europe, so that they were opposed by all the neighboring European countries, no European country that stood up alone against it would have been able to resist this terrible behemoth in this era.

"So why are you here, if you're in Rome, you're enjoying the warm Mediterranean sunshine at this time, but here you won't get anything, and you're always on guard against being betrayed." Dranah looked around in disgust, "I'm not trying to intimidate you, I'm sure Karl told you about some of the things that happened here, but he certainly didn't go into too much detail with you, otherwise you probably wouldn't have come to Bosnia." ”

Listening to Drana's careless denigration of his Caniola relatives, Alexander laughed silently, of course he would not be willing to run to this unfamiliar place to risk just because of the small instigation of Archduke Karl, but there was no need to explain to the person in front of him.

"So, whether it's you or Tutunruwa?? None of the great nobles of that kind were going to really resist the Ottomans? ”

Alexander felt the need to figure this out.

"Not necessarily," Dranar smiled a little sarcastically, "we only had to back down because we couldn't beat them, but if someone could teach us a lesson from the Ottomans, we'd still like to see the result, at least ......"

At least this could add leverage to future bargaining with the Ottomans.

Looking at Drana, who had paused at this point, Alexander made up the latter words for him in his heart.

Draenne was apparently wary of Alexander's arrival, and he had some place in a village far away from his small castle, which was quite far from each other, and Alexander's army obviously needed to be dispersed before they could be stationed separately.

This arrangement seems to be due to the small size of the village and the sheer size of Montina's army, but if you think about it, you can understand the purpose.

Since these villages are Drana's territory, of course, there is no shortage of people among the villagers who will report to him, and the result of this arrangement is that if Montina's army intends to do anything unfavorable to Drana's territory, the news of their army movement will be quickly sent to Drana.

Alexander was dismissive of this arrangement, but he sensed the radical difference between it and Italy.

In Italy, it is only when it is necessary to resort to intrigue and intrigue in the dark, and when it is really decided to go to war, it is necessary to look for all sorts of reasons and excuses, even if they are too reluctant, but this does not seem to be the case in Bosnia.

It seems that no excuse is needed to wage war against others, and complete naked plunder is taken for granted here.

That's why Dranagh was so careful to guard against Montina's army, but to his surprise, he was quite concerned about providing supplies.

"Clearly, the landlord is worried that we will find some excuse to stay on or trouble him by not getting supplies in time."

Looking at the large chunks of brown bread on the table, Gompati cut off a piece with a knife and put it in his mouth and took a hard bite.

"About that Rova?? What did you hear? ”

Although I've heard a little bit about Roy from Drana?? But Alexander, of course, would not believe his claims alone, and about how a person was, the nobles and commoners clearly had different opinions.

Perhaps most of the various statements about the nobility among the commoners are hearsay, but it should still be possible to hear some opinions that are different from those of the nobility.

"The woman also went out with our men to inquire about the news," Gompati bit the coarse bread, "but I heard that Rova?? The Marquis has a good reputation, and although the villagers here are all the lords of that Drana, many people think that Rois?? is a hero of the Bosnians. ”

"Originally, he was also a hero," Alexander also picked up a piece of coarse bread and took a bite, he had to admit that this kind of buckwheat bread from Bosnia was really hard to swallow, especially the feeling of being too rough, it was easy to feel as if every bite was chewing wood, "I heard that this man once joined the army of Grand Duke Stefan. ”

"It's the Moldovan ......," Gompati asked with a surprised look on his face.

"Yes, it is said that this Rois?? The Marquis served in the army of Grand Duke Stefan of Moldova, and was greatly appreciated by the Grand Duke. ”

Alexander rubbed his head, in fact, this is what he can remember, if it weren't for Archduke Stefan's dazzling exploits in resisting the Ottomans, he would not remember this figure who once commanded the battlefield under the Grand Duke.

Ruva, Bosnia?? The Marquis is arguably one of the most powerful contenders for the crown outside of the extinct Bosnian royal family.

But it's understandable that if it weren't for this, the Ottomans wouldn't have sent someone to contact him specifically.

Alexander took out the letter again and looked at it carefully, of course he did not recognize the words, but this did not prevent him from studying the letter beyond its contents.

"What is that woman doing?" Alexander asked suddenly.

"What else can I do, I'm probably sticking with your scout captain at this time," Gompati said amusedly, "I think maybe when we get back to Montina, there will be a lot of people left here with a bunch of bastards." ”

"Little Cacho?" Alexander smiled, he didn't want to get involved in the affairs of his subordinates, this kind of thing was not uncommon in this kind of era, considering that many armies have been going out with camp prostitutes all year round, compared to Montina's army is definitely a new army of this era.

"Yes, he seems to like that woman."

"Then call them together."

Alexander waved his hand, and Gompati immediately put away his smile and ordered the attendants waiting at the door: "Go and call little Cacho and that Bosnian woman." ”

After a while, the scout captain walked into the room with the woman.

Perhaps after eating enough and having a place to shelter for a while, the Bosnian woman's face looked much better than before, and after washing the mud stains off her face, Alexander admired little Cacho's vision and speed of attack.

"You found this letter from the Ottoman emissary who was killed from the beginning?" Alexander asked the scout captain, and when he saw the captain nod in response, Alexander picked up the scimitar with the verse engraved on it from the side, "And what about the owner of this knife, do you think his status should be higher than the one you killed before?" ”

"Of course, sir," said the scout captain, customarily by the Agri name for Alexander, "but we found nothing in that man. ”

"Shouldn't a letter of such importance, then, be carried by the man who is the head of the mission?"

The scout captain opened his mouth slightly, he looked to the side a little dazedly, and saw the woman nodding slightly without a trace, and the captain's eyebrows couldn't help but wrinkle.

"Looks like I've missed something, sir," said the scout a little annoyed, "and I didn't notice that the man had burned something before he died, but now it seems that I got a piece of honey and threw away the whole hive." ”

Looking at the annoyed scout, Alexander didn't embarrass him.

"It's nothing, everybody makes mistakes, and sometimes maybe a mistake is just a rare opportunity."

Alexander said lightly, holding the letter in his hand.

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