Josha wrote a letter to Barendi, and it was Josa herself who returned to Italy with the letter.

The trip to Bucharest has come to an end, or rather, the purpose of the Hosha has been achieved.

Exploring the oriental market is something that Jisha has been looking forward to.

Of course, this East did not refer to the Ottoman Empire, nor to India and China, which were too far away for Josha, as far away as the starry worlds Alexander had told her before, at least for her now, it was a great feat to be able to get their chamber of commerce to open the markets of the Balkans or Poland and the Grand Duchy of Kiev in the East.

Wishing to use money rather than weapons to conquer a land that she saw as barbaric but rich in abundance, she believed that as long as she continued to pursue wealth, everyone would be the same, even the Ottomans could do business.

However, she had to get to Naples as soon as possible, for from the information she had received and Alexander's judgment, a further French invasion of Italy was imminent.

Jossa wanted Alexander to go back to Italy with her, but she knew that it was not realistic, and that both the negotiations and their bold plan had reached the most critical moment, and that so much manpower and material resources had been spent, and Alexander would not be able to leave when the harvest was finally over.

"But will this attract the hatred of the Gerfol family, and may even cause the emperor's anger," Jisha was worried about this, although the majestic title of Holy Roman Emperor was only an empty title most of the time, and the emperor even had the unfortunate experience of being blocked in his house by merchants in the lowlands, and finally having to rely on his Lao Tzu to send people to rescue him, but the emperor is an emperor after all, and if he offends too hard, he is likely to suffer fierce revenge." Maybe you should leave with me, we'll be at sea for a few days, and then we'll be on shore and everything will be over. ”

As she said this, she was lying on Alexander's chest, her fingers were slightly circled in Alexander's chest, and her teeth were holding his lower lip from time to time and sucking gently.

"But I must stay, there is still a very important step to be done," Alexander stroked the delicate back of the caramel, the satin feel was simply a pleasure, "The Ottomans will no longer pose a threat to the European continent in the near future, and even their navy may delay the attack, so I must take advantage of this rare opportunity to settle the matter once and for all." ”

"You mean Roybe?" Josha quickly guessed what Alexander was talking about: "Do you think Herva can't solve him?" ”

"I think Helva should be left with someone who can contain him," Alexander smiled, in his memory Helva of Zagreb was a cowardly man, he spent his depressed life in the pursuit of regaining control of Zagreb, but he ultimately failed, among the many nobles of fate like him in the Balkans, Helva was a completely inconspicuous figure, but the current Helva was very different from the man in history, he was brave, resolute and decisive, Today, he is a hero in the Balkans against Ottoman rule.

And the changes experienced by the situation are likely to make a person's personality completely different.

Alexander doubted that Helva would be able to obey him as much as before, and that he had to pay attention to it.

So as the situation changed, Alexander's countermeasures began to change, at least for Roy, he had gone from preparing to annihilate him from the beginning, to needing this man to continue to live.

Elup's encirclement of Herva suddenly became weak after Röva's successful defeat of the southern Hungarian town of Pec, which gave Helva enough time and opportunity to finally stop the threat from behind and at the same time threaten the Bosnians with all his might.

At the same time, Ladislas II also issued a series of orders to the Hungarian aristocratic army, in order to be able to stop the offensive of the Hona nobility, he did not hesitate to promise more promises to the Hungarian nobles, and after those people were finally satisfied, the Hungarian nobles organized an army of about 15,000 men, led by the famous Hungarian nobleman Count Tornau himself, all the way south to meet the Rovis.

On 23 May, the two armies fought fiercely at the foot of the Zenge Mountain, about 100 fats from Pécs, and after the battle began, Rwaj, with his skilful command and the chaotic coordination of the Hungarians, had for a time overwhelmed the allied forces, and by noon Rwaj's army had even broken through the right flank of the allied army, and Rwajon had seen the goddess of victory open her arms to him.

But in the afternoon, the situation suddenly changed.

The addition of Helva's army tipped the balance of victory in Ruva's favor, first with the strengthening of the right flank of the coalition army, which was about to be defeated, and then with the leadership of Helva's general, Kuraš, leading an army to penetrate the gap between the Bosnians who had penetrated too deep into the coalition positions, directly cutting off the connection between the left flank of the Bosnians who had broken through the coalition forces and the main force.

The completely encircled Bosnian left flank was quickly defeated and fled, running blindly around the wilderness, some trying to find the main force to regroup, while others simply threw down their weapons and fled into the mountains.

The coalition then launched a counterattack against the Bosnians, a typical battle that resulted in unexpected reinforcements, and when the Bosnian banner fell, there was no one left to stop the panicked soldiers from fleeing the battlefield.

Rwaja tried to turn the tide in the end by his own bravery and charisma, but his efforts soon failed, and he had to retreat east with his small force, as Herva had blocked his way back south to Bosnia.

Rois's failure had a significant impact.

When the news came, Ladisla II breathed a sigh of relief, he finally had to worry about the possible intervention of Maximian, but he also paid a heavy price for it.

In addition to the compromises he made to the Hungarian aristocracy, he had to deal with a now powerful neighbor, Helva, who quickly retreated to Bosnia as Rhova fled eastward, ready to take over his kingdom.

Ladislas II also had to face Alexander.

The king was tempted to reverse the "unequal treaty" he had signed with the stressful mountain, but he soon discovered that things were not so simple.

While he had to make all kinds of compromises to those nobles in order to send them troops, Alexander did not just wait, he also had frequent contacts with those Hungarian nobles in various ways, so that when Ladislas II learned that many of the nobles who participated in the coalition against the Bosnians actually took the military money provided by Alexander, the king suddenly realized that before he knew it, his Hungarian kingdom was almost like a naked woman waiting for him to be pampered at any time in front of the Count of Montina.

"That's a lot of money," said Alexander when he reached out to him for money, and he complained slightly, "Do you think those Hungarian buns are worth the price?" ”

"They may not be worth it themselves, but the great copper mine under their feet is much more valuable than this," Alexander explained, not forgetting to reassure his indignant sister, as he picked her up and put her on his lap, then lifted her chin and looked at her carefully, "You look better than before." ”

"You mean I wasn't good-looking before?" Jossa stared at Alexander, "Maybe in your eyes, that Sophia is good-looking, Lucrezia is good-looking, and even Barendi is very pleasing to the eye, but I'm only your sister, so it doesn't matter?" ”

"But you're the only sister," said Alexander, smiling and hugging the suddenly playful Zisha tightly, "you know I need the money, because I need the help of the Hungarians." ”

"You just want to help your little lover," said Zha dissatisfied, "I know why you want to buy those Hungarian nobles, as you said before, in addition to the copper mines, you also need someone who can contain Helva, so you let those Hungarian nobles open up to Rova and even ask them to deliberately indulge him at some times, so that Helva has to cooperate with Sophia because he has a strong enemy who has been watching him, and in order to get her help, Herva must at least be loyal to her in name, you are really thoughtful for her!" ”

Listening to Josha's indignant words, Alexander began to think that it would be better to have a stupid sister.

"But do you think that Rwa can really contain Helva," and when it seemed to be dissipated, Jisha showed a trace of worry, "whether it is Hungary or Bosnia, Croatia or Wallachia, our chamber of commerce can gradually establish a market in these countries now, maybe in a few years we can also monopolize everything here, but do you think that Rwa can hold out for that long, he has now been driven out of Bosnia, and once the Ottomans withdraw his troops he will be in a bad situation, By that time we don't know who else will be able to contain Helva, maybe ......"

With that, Josha's eyes suddenly lit up as she looked at Alexander.

"Don't think about that," Alexander interrupted him, "I can't stay here and be King of Bosnia, but I'm glad you can put aside your personal grudge against Sophia for the sake of business." ”

"I just want if you stay, then I'll stay too," Josa argued, and then she raised her head slightly and looked at Alexander with a slightly worried gaze, "You haven't forgotten yet, in fact, you're doing a pretty good job now, and if you can, you can even get a duke's crown for yourself." ”

"But I'm after a crown, and you can share it with me." Alexander stood up and gently lifted Josha's body off the ground, allowing her light toes to fall to the ground only slightly.

"And in what capacity do I share it with you, half-sister?" Jossa asked softly as she looked at her own reflection in Alexander's eyes.

"No, it's a relative," Alexander bowed his head and kissed on the smooth forehead of Josha, "as for how close it is, it's up to us to define it." ”

Josha's breath was a little short, and she tried to break free but looked weak, but she soon found a topic to break the slightly charming atmosphere.

"What are you going to do with that Roy, you know, he's really useful to us, at least for a long time." Ji Sha asked with some confusion.

It is no wonder that Zhisa is puzzled, after suffering a crushing defeat, Rwaqi is now almost a lonely ghost, because the consequences of his defection to the Ottomans have turned him from a famous hero to the greatest traitor in the Balkans, and now he has not only lost his army, but is also rapidly losing his country, and once Hurva declares his succession in Bosnia, all that awaits him is endless exile.

"There's a place that suits him well," Alexander smiled lightly, "do you remember where this man became famous?" ”

Jisha thought for a moment, and then a look of surprise appeared on her face.

"Are you going to let him go to Moldova?"

"Yes, Moldova, go find his old boss, Grand Duke Stefan." Alexander smiled.

Grand Duke Stefan, the monarch of the Duchy of Moldova, was a hero who resisted the Ottomans, a fierce general who thwarted the Hungarians, and a commander who made the Polish king flee in despair.

All in all, the life of the Grand Duke was a life of fighting, but also a life of rebellion again and again, but always without being able to get the rewards he deserved after victory.

Defeating the Hungarians in his early years allowed him to recapture Kilia, the gateway to southern Moldova, but then he had to pay a large amount of compensation to Hungary to avoid reprisals.

The next two defeats of the Ottomans made him a hero in the Balkans, but just two years earlier, although he had also defeated the invading Poles in one fell swoop, and even forced the Polish king to agree to abolish the vassal relationship between Moldova and Poland, before he could calm down from this great victory, the ensuing invasion of the Ottoman army forced him to bow his head to the Ottoman Empire and swear allegiance to avoid being ousted.

Grand Duke Stefan was a hero, but even more a tragic hero, and his joy in success was often followed by frustrating setbacks and failures, as if even God did not want to care for him.

And Rova was the one who once followed such Grand Duke Stefan in the fierce battle with the Ottomans in Moldova.

Tsa was somewhat suspicious of Alexander's decision, and although she was forced to swear allegiance to the Sultan, it seemed clear that Stefan had no affection for the Ottomans, and that he would certainly be disgusted by Roygar's defection to the Ottomans.

"It's not a problem, is it, look at us, aren't we also negotiating with the Ottomans, and not long ago we even almost killed the Sultan of Bayezid, but now no one has taken the initiative to mention it, and I even think that maybe even the Sultan himself wants people to forget about it as soon as possible." Alexander dismisses Josa's suspicions: "Stefan was indeed a hero against the Ottomans, but this did not become an obstacle to his allegiance to the Sultan, and as for the hatred of Roisa, there may be some hatred, but believe me, the Grand Duke will accept him in the end." ”

"But even if it is as you say, how can you guarantee that Rova will go to Moldova according to your plan?" Jisha was still a little skeptical.

"So that's why I'm going to ask you for a lot of money, and I'm sure it's enough money to make the Hungarian nobles do things for us," Alexander said, gently holding Jossa in his arms, "My sister is the best housekeeper in the world, and she can solve all my problems for me." ”

She struggled slightly, she wanted to say angrily, "Your housekeeper is in Montina now", but it was a bit embarrassing to think about, and she did enjoy the feeling of being needed and relied on by Alexander, so she decided to close her eyes and silently enjoy the rare time before parting.

"Don't tell him yet," Jisha thought to herself, "at least not yet." ”

What happened next forced Josa to admit that Alexander's whimsy was indeed achievable.

Forced to retreat into eastern Hungary, Rhovajn was fiercely pursued, and he felt even more like the end of the world when the Ottomans signed an armistice with the allied forces in Bucharest.

Although the two sides have not yet formally signed a contract, with rumors of Bayezid II's serious injury confirmed, the Ottomans' withdrawal is a foregone conclusion.

Frightened, he knew that defeat awaited him with a ruthless trial and verdict, so he led the rest of his army to flee eastward, hoping to escape the fate of total annihilation.

To the annoyance of Ladislas II and Helva, when everyone thought that Rwajn had nowhere to run, he led the Bosnian army to break through the interception of several Hungarian aristocratic armies who had come to surround him after hearing the news, and then quickly entered Wallachian territory!

When the news reached Bucharest, the two sides of the negotiations stopped the negotiations, and everyone was watching Rwa's movements, and Helva, who had just returned to Croatia, did not care about declaring himself the rightful heir to the throne, and immediately led the army to try to enter Wallachia to continue the pursuit.

However, Herva's good fortune seemed to have been consumed too much before, and when he was almost on the verge of catching up with the Bosnians, Rwa escaped unexpectedly.

No one knows how Royce escaped, but he did make it through northeastern Wallachia before disappearing into the mountains.

Although it was not known where Rava was going, Helva quickly judged from the direction that his destination was Moldova.

When the news of Royce's flight to Moldova arrived, Jossa was already on her way back to Naples, but this did not prevent Alexander from sending someone to bring her the "good news".

In return, he asked the messenger to bring back a reply to Alexander, which made him momentarily overwhelmed.

"Originally, I didn't want to tell you this, but I still felt your love for me in this short time, and that was what I cared about the most, so after thinking about it, I think you should know what might happen," Zhisa wrote in a tone that bordered on schadenfreude, "I told Barendi about your time in Bucharest, and I meant about that hateful bohemian girl, about your sacred covenant, and all that was to be said about it, now that Barendi knew about it, So for your own sake, I suggest that you find a justifiable reason and excuse for yourself from now on, otherwise when you return to Rome, you may have to face the jealousy and anger of more than one woman, and the only sister you love is the one you love. ”