Located at the northern end of Zagreb's Greater Town, Alijoe Castle is famous for its age, but more importantly it is one of the two most important components of Zagreb's Great City.

Zagreb was originally composed of two large castles, with Alijoe guarding the main road to the north of the city, and another castle called Waraš and nearby towns to the south, separated by a large forest.

These two castles formed the pattern of the larger city of Zagreb, and earlier at the beginning of the century, the Bosnian kings merged the two castles to form what is now Zagreb.

Nearly half of the city's army was stationed at Alhoe Castle, and in addition to guarding against threats from Caniola from the north, it was more of a reserve for the city, keeping an eye out for possible Bosnian hostilities.

Although the Kingdom of Bosnia had conquered Croatia at a very early stage, this did not mean that Croatia did not want to get rid of this rule.

Just as Northern Bosnia could not tolerate Ottoman rule, the Croats have not given up their efforts to gain freedom from Bosnian rule for more than 100 years.

The Otto-Mans who wanted to conquer the Balkans completely, the Bosnians who dreamed of restoring their kingdom, and the Croats who were constantly trying to gain freedom, the Balkan Peninsula on the eastern shore of the Adriatic Sea was full of turmoil and turmoil.

Due to its high terrain, Arjoe Castle was one of the first places in Zagreb to bask in the sun, with the first rays of sunlight shining on the spire to the north.

The bell rang out as the sun fell on the spire, and then reverberated leisurely as a bright light spread downward, and the bell after bell spread from the castle to the streets of the city outside the city, and the city of Zagreb slowly awoke from its slumber.

A few shepherds drove their flocks out of the city, and they had to graze far away, not only because the grass was more delicious, but also because the forests near the castle had been taken over by the nobles of Zagreb, which forced the peasants to graze farther away.

The reason for this is that with the formation of the city with two castles as a large city, the forest between the castles was first connected by several roads, and then more and more buildings began to be built in the forest, and the locals obviously did not know what it meant to protect natural resources, they only saw those forests as an obstacle to their expansion of the city, so large areas of trees were cut down and put down. In their place were houses made of these trees and the characteristic greystone of the area, and the long walls that connected the two castles from both ends of the perimeter.

There are fewer and fewer places where sheep are allowed to graze, and farmers have to drive their flocks farther away, even if it is not safe to go deep into the forest.

The shepherds drove their sheep along the rough forest paths, and in addition to a long whip that drove the sheep, they also had a thick wooden staff hanging from their belts, which was used to deal with wolves and robbers.

Even shepherds with little money are not safe when they are far from the crowds, especially in the forest, and no one knows if a gang of robbers will suddenly jump out from behind a certain tree.

At least today's shepherds feel that their previous good fortune has come to an end.

When he saw a patch of lush meadow, which was rare in the season, the shepherd hurried his flock to the distant hillside, which was already far from the forest.

But when they were halfway there, they suddenly saw a small group of men on horseback running towards the meadow they had seen, and they were taking up the meadow ahead of them.

This upset the shepherds, but he also knew not to provoke them, and that they were no ordinary travelers just by seeing the glitter of their armor from a distance.

The shepherd slowed down, but the flock, which had been hungry all night, was attracted by the meadow, and under the guidance of the stubborn head sheep, a large number of sheep bleated and hurried up the hillside.

This apparently frightened the shepherds, who scrambled through the flock with their whips to stop the head, but could not catch up for a moment and could only watch the headsheep bleat merrily as it finally rushed to the meadow.

The horses of those people before seemed to be startled by these sudden appearance of the sheep, they neighed and some were grumpy, and simply raised their hooves and kicked the sheep that had been crowded under their feet.

For a while, the horses and sheep on the grass mixed together, and they kept barking, so it was not lively.

The shepherd looked at the men in alarm, and because he did not know where they came from, he was even more worried.

The local aristocracy was brutal, or rather, they still retained traces of the barbaric era, and for the peasants the landlords and knights were the masters of the land, while the higher nobles decided their fate.

A strange neighing came from the neighing of a horse, and a warhorse, much stronger than the others, lifted its huge hooves to one of the head sheep, and at the insistence of the head sheep with only bent horns, the horse stepped down with great force.

The shepherd exclaimed, the head of the sheep is more important to them than the other sheep, because with it the flock can be better, because of the role of this sheep, so although the lamb has been changed for several generations, the shepherd has been reluctant to replace it.

"Pagasos!" A young man in a travel robe shouted, he stretched out his hand and tightly grabbed the reins of the war horse that seemed to stand up at any moment, and after pulling hard a few times, the war horse seemed to be unwilling to put down its hooves, and at the same time twisted its head and rubbed it on the man's shoulder a few times as if coquettish.

The shepherd, with some trepidation, leaned over and grabbed the head sheep that was still unrelenting and challenged the enemy in front of him with his horns, and seeing that the horse seemed to be a little restless because of this provocation, the shepherd quickly pressed the head of the head sheep with all his might.

"This is a stubborn sheep," said the young man, looking at the sheep with amusement, for he had heard that many rams had a temper that would never admit defeat, and now he seemed to think that they had a similar personality to the locals.

Stubborn, stubborn, and indomitable.

"Please forgive me, sir, this is how we are leaving." The shepherd hurriedly said that he had not noticed the young man's dazed face at his peculiar accent of the local dialect, so that as he was about to drive the sheep away from the meadow which had almost caused him trouble, he noticed that he was surrounded by the knights.

"Let him come to me." Alexander sat on a stone and gave Pagasus soothing the broken grass chopped with a dagger to calm it and instruct his men.

The shepherd came to Alexander nervously, bowed a little awkwardly, and then looked carefully at the young man in front of him, who was apparently the leader.

He didn't look like a nobleman, because his clothes were not luxurious, and although he was away from home, his travel robe looked a little shabby, and the hem even had several cuts.

The shepherd also noticed his boots, which had obviously gone a long way, and the corners of the boots had been worn to the edges of the boots.

It's just that he didn't dare to make any rude moves, because the soldiers who were holding them looked fierce, and although they were only like those mountain people in the southern mountains, the weapons in their hands were really terrible.

Pannone pushed the shepherds to Alexander, who he did not think very highly of, he thought that they were too timid, or that these people who had surrounded themselves in the castle were like the prey he had been in a cage before.

"How far is it from here to Zagreb?" Alexander asked, since yesterday he knew that he had entered the dukedom of Zagreb, but he did not know how far the city of Zagreb was away.

"Sir, do you mean Arijoe Castle, or the Right Bank Castle?" The shepherd asked, and seeing that Alexander looked puzzled after hearing the translation, the shepherd said cautiously, "If you want to ask about the castle of Alijoe, you are already here, if you stand higher, you can see the highest tower, but if you want to go to the castle on the right bank, it will take half a day." ”

"I know the Church of Arijoe, where Duke Signaci of Zagreb used to convert."

"May God bless the duke, he was killed by that man."

It was customary for the shepherd to cross his chest, and then there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

Looking at the frightened look on the shepherd's face, Alexander chuckled.

He didn't know or remember the former Duke of Zagreb after seeing Viscount Herva again, but he knew about him "a long time ago".

And he was well aware that the duke was indeed considered a saint by the Holy See later, and even because of this, it was rare for the Eastern and Western Churches to have a fierce conflict in the face of the current threat of the Ottoman enemy.

It's just that he never thought that he would meet the duke's son by coincidence, and he is now helping this down-and-out nobleman who is famous for his great ambition and talent to regain his territory.

Viscount Helva, Norian Signaci has historically been a complete failure for his lack of ability.

When his father was murdered, the Viscount and his loyal retinue were exiled to exile, and for decades the Viscount spent the next few decades trying to contact those who remained loyal to his father and reclaim the ducal throne.

It's just that this viscount is ill-fated, or unlucky, many times he has failed when he is about to succeed, although his perseverance is indeed commendable, but this cannot hide the dismal fact that he has been failing.

Gradually, those who had followed him became disillusioned with him, and the people left him, and the viscount himself eventually became terminally ill and died of hatred in a camp in the deep mountains and forests of the Balkans.

Thinking about it now, Alexander felt that the fate of Viscount Herva seemed to have changed in the exact opposite, and that he did not leave the camp in the mountains and forests when he was finally cornered, but did not leave it in the first place.

On the contrary, it was because of his appearance that the viscount, who had never had the courage to take the first step, took the first step.

Seeing the shepherd's appearance now, Alexander couldn't help but be a little interested.

He waved his hand to the people around him to stop surrounding the frightened shepherd, and motioned for the man to sit down on the stone opposite him.

"Do you sympathize with Duke Signacie?"

"I just think the Duke was good in life, he was very good to us poor." The shepherds were terrified.

"You say, 'God bless the duke,' and you say 'those people,'" Alexander whispered in the shepherd's ear, "tell me you're a Catholic, right, or at least a Catholic who is forced to convert but secretly insists on being a Catholic?" ”

The shepherd's face was already pale, his hand trembling with his whip, and his other hand crept up to his waist until he was grabbed from the side, and with a scream of "ahh

"Master, I should cut his throat right now." Pannoni said and looked at Busako on the other side, saying that since Alexander revealed that he might recruit Balkans as hunters that day, Pannone and Busako had become a bit conflicted.

"I didn't let you follow me to cut someone's throat." Alexander had a little headache.

The Balkans are all good, but sometimes they are a little too brutal, and many of their methods are more similar to the Ottomans, and in fact they are also greatly influenced by the Ottomans, and this influence will become more and more profound over the years.

"I have faith, I believe in the Lord," the shepherd trembled and chattered, his voice trembling with fear, but still intermittently whispering, "I believe that the Lord was born of the Father, not of receiving, and I believe in the Trinity, one Father, one Son, one Spirit......

"This is a Catholic," Alexander slowly stood up, he looked at Busako next to him, "Look at the fact that we haven't entered the city yet, any person you meet is a Catholic, so tell me Busako, how many Catholics do you think there are in Zagreb?" ”

"But even so, they killed Duke Signacie," Busako said with a disapproving look on his face, "Maybe there are many Catholics in the city, but the Orthodox Christians control the city. ”

"Perhaps, but Busako, do you know how I got the pizza?" Alexander asked in a low voice.

Alexander's question darkened the face of the captain of the huntsguard, but he still wanted to persevere.

"You became the Regent of Pisa because your daughter, the honorable Miss Estelles, became Duke of Pisa."

"Wrong Busaco," Alexander took the captain of the guard by the shoulders and walked slowly down the hillside of the meadow, "I broke into Pisa with Lucrezia on my own, and then took advantage of their local riot to own Pisa. ”

Listening to the old man's ostentatious account of how he had abducted someone else's daughter and widow and robbed a city by the way, Busako already knew what was going to happen next.

Sure enough, with a whistle coming out of Alexander's mouth, Pagasus quickly shook his mane and ran to his side.

Alexander turned on his horse, looked around at the ranks of hunters and Balkan mountain people, and raised his hand to point in the direction of the city that could not be seen in the distance.

"Follow me into Zagreb, believing me that this is a city belonging to the Holy See, both in the past and in the present, and I assure you that with our arrival it will always be converted to the Vatican."

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