Dresses looked indifferently at Ladislas II in front of him, he didn't like the Hungarian king at all at this time.

Madness, blindness, or rather self-righteousness, were the most intolerable of all the shortcomings that Chipes thought the king had.

Chipes always believed that his enemies should be great figures like Bayezid II or the Sultan, and if they weren't, they should be people who would be both awe-inspiring and fearful.

However, to Cepes's disappointment, the sultan, whom he had always regarded as his greatest enemy, unexpectedly withdrew from the splendid stage of the Balkans in a state of suspicion.

On the contrary, Ladislas II, who was not worthy of his reliance in the eyes, became the final victor.

It was only now that Chipes suddenly realized that his previous opinion of the king was clearly wrong, or at least his decision was wrong.

Who would have thought that this would happen at this time, even those who knew that as soon as the Ottomans retreated, all kinds of contradictions would erupt within the coalition army, they would not have thought that the king would attack the night before the Ottomans had withdrawn and the Kosenza army had just entered the city.

"It's necessary," said Ladislas II, as if trying to convince Cepes, as if to convince himself, his voice dazed and slightly uneasy, "Count Montina has too much influence on Sophia, it's a terrible thing, don't you think so, Archduke?" ”

Cepes nodded silently, he knew what the king was worried about, and it was because of these worries that he decided to put aside his previous grudge and cooperate with Ladislas II.

The Ottomans withdrew, and then they had to face the dilemma of Sophia becoming a Greek woman.

In the beginning, no one really thought that Sophia would become the queen of Greece, and in the eyes of many people, Sophia was just a symbol, a bargaining chip that could be discarded and sold at any time.

But the result was beyond everyone's expectations.

If Ladislas II had now achieved what he had done in the first place, Sophia had done something that no one had thought she could do before.

Such an outcome was certainly not what Ladislas II, let alone the Balkan aristocracy, wanted to see, and it can be said that no one wanted another "master" in this land, except for the exiled Greek remnants.

"It is true that no one at this time expected us to attack suddenly," Chipes nodded slightly, and he could not help but admit that Ladislas II's plan, although crazy, was indeed quite unexpected, especially since everyone thought that it was impossible to cause civil strife at a critical moment when they were facing negotiations with the Ottomans. ”

Thinking of this, Cepes flashed through his mind, and although he admitted that for a short moment he regretted his decision, but thinking about the reality, Cepes decided to abandon the unrealistic.

Perhaps the Countess of Cosenza had once admired him, but the position of the future Grand Duke of Wallachia made him even more impressed.

As long as he can become the Grand Duke of Wallachia, everything can be sacrificed, this is the decision made by Chipes at this moment,

As for Sophia, what Cepes had at this time was actually a kind of chagrin that he had betrayed.

It seemed to him that everything Sophia had now was given by him, but now Sophia was gradually getting rid of his influence, just as she was now completely rid of Ladislas II, and as the prestige of the "Greek princess" became more and more prominent, his influence on Sophia was becoming weaker and weaker.

Cepes knew very well that the title of Greek princess was a dangerous thing, like a sword with two edges, threatening himself as well as posing a great threat to his enemies.

Now the sword threatens him far more than it can bring him.

"When will you do it?" Chipes asked.

"In the second half of the night," Ladislas II looked up at the moon overhead, the moonlight was cold and bright, and as a dark cloud drifted past to block the moonlight, it seemed that at this moment even the heavens and the earth were covered from their ears, so that they might be able to carry out their conspiracy at this time, "They should be enjoying their victory now, and if all goes well, perhaps we can solve this trouble without even the Ottomans being alarmed." ”

Ladislas II had long been determined to completely solve Sophia's big trouble by force, and it was only because of the Ottoman army that he had endured it, but now that the threat from the outside no longer exists, at least for the time being, then he can completely eradicate the hidden danger in his heart.

"And I believe that even if the Ottomans noticed the changes in the city, they would not have been involved, wouldn't they, and the 'Greek princess' would be more of a problem for them," the king looked back at Cepes, "so isn't it right for them that we do this?" ”

Tsepes nodded silently again, he knew that the king was right, for the Ottomans, the ghost of the 'Greek princess' that had been going away for decades was indeed a very headache for them, from the time of Muhammad to Bayesset, and perhaps the future sultans, they may have to face this ghost that can never be shaken off, so if there is a chance to solve this problem once and for all, they will not mind giving Ladisras II this chance.

"Then be ready, my men are ready to serve your majesty at any time." Chipes lowered his voice.

"Tonight is destined to be an exhilarating and terrifying night." Ladislas II looked up again, and he saw that the moon was once again showing its true face like a silver basin, but by this time the king wished that the moonlight would be dimmer a little more, because then many things would be hidden in the darkness.

An army was quietly approaching Sophia's little palace, and they were silently massing from the nearby streets, from the narrow and dark alleys, from the remote squares farther away, their swaying shadows reflected on the road.

The joy that pervaded the city seemed to have nothing to do with them, and the armies marched silently, and when the men who had been reveling all night for their victory saw them, some men came up to them and cheered at them, but soon the unsettling aura of their bodies made those who approached inexplicably uncomfortable.

There was no joy or joy in the faces of the soldiers, only bloodthirsty excitement and unconcealed murder.

This army was the most elite and proud force in the hands of Ladislas II, and was the only one of the last Black Army units still in its formation.

As the King of Bohemia who succeeded to the Hungarian throne from the Jagiellonian family of the Kingdom of Poland, Ladislas II hated the Hungarian land.

While he rejoiced that he had become the ruler of a country of great wealth, he was also troubled by the disrespect of the unruly Hungarian nobles.

At the same time, Emperor Maximian was constantly looking for trouble, which also annoyed him.

And he also knew that the Hungarian nobles chose him instead of Maximian as their king, not because they admired him, but because he could accept their arrogance.

One of the most obvious examples of this is the abolition of the plebeian right of movement that had been in place until the lifetime of the previous king, Matthias I, shortly after his accession to the throne, and then simply disbanding the Black Army, which had been the backbone of the defense against the Ottomans.

After receiving the news, Ladislas II was helpless but angry, he could not stop the Hungarian nobles, and he had nothing to do but reluctantly accept it, and he could not stop this seemingly stupid, but in fact utterly stupid act.

However, he managed to retain a small part of the black army, which he summoned to his court in Prague as his guard, and this time he brought it to Bucharest, and out of caution he never used it even when the city was in its most dangerous times.

The procession walked along the street, and after two more alleys, you could see Sophia's little palace.

The officer leading the team raised his hand to signal a stop, the armor on his body shimmered faintly in the moonlight, and he looked at the slightly dim street in front of him, he observed it carefully, and then waved his hand slightly and continued to walk forward.

The cold light of the epister and spear flickered in the night, and the air was mixed with the strange smell of leather wrapped around the shield and the medicine bag of the arquebus.

Heavy footsteps broke the silence of the street, which was already close to Sophia's quarters.

Sophia sat upright on one side of the long table, staring at the other side of the table, but out of the corner of her eye, she couldn't stop looking at the muskets on the table.

Sophia didn't like the musket very much, or it was entirely because of the woman opposite, she hated almost all firearms.

She had known for a long time that Josa was quite skilled with muskets, because it was in Naples that she used this excuse to pester Alexander all day, and then the two of them would talk together about things that Sophia never understood.

Sophia even remembers seeing the two of them sleeping together after a night of talking and almost rolling the sheets, when she didn't hesitate to splash a basin of cold water on them out of anger.

The first thing she did was to grab the musket that had been set aside.

These Sophia will not be forgotten.

So seeing the musket on the table, Sophia instinctively frowned.

"I can provide you with enough weapons that will allow you to assemble a decent army," Shosha looked at Sophia, "but you should know that there is a pay. ”

Sophia looked at Alexander, who was sitting in the center of the table, a position that looked like he was acting as an arbiter for the two of them, which made Sophia a little angry.

"Jossa wants to get the right of way in Wallachia and the right to trade in that place called Constanta."

As he said this, Alexander couldn't help but turn his head to look at Josha.

Speaking of which, he was somewhat surprised by the fact that Jisha offered to obtain the right to trade in the port of Constanta.

Although he had already learned about Josa's vision for business, when he heard her reveal her interest in the port of Constanta, Alexander couldn't help but secretly admire Josa's keen sense of business.

The Port of Constanta will not only become one of the largest ports on the Black Sea coast in the future, but also the gateway from the Black Sea to Eastern Europe.

Although the accident of Bayezid II may have delayed the soon-to-be-Ottoman Third Battle of Veot between Venice and the Ottoman Empire, it was inevitable because the struggle for control of the Mediterranean had reached a critical juncture for either side.

Once the Ottomans won the naval battle, seized Venice's colonies in the Mediterranean, and gained control of the Mediterranean, the cost of trade to Eastern Europe, both by land and sea, would be exorbitantly high because of this blockade.

From Naples to Sicily, from Crete to Constanta, Jossa was unwittingly weaving a vast web of trade, which now seems to be beginning to take shape.

My sister was so cute, Alexander couldn't help but smile.

Sophia stood up suddenly, she walked up to Alexander, tugged hard at the chair next to him to get closer to Alexander, then sat down and stared at Josha sideways for a moment, then reached out her left hand and poked Alexander's arm with her fingers.

Tsusha frowned, what she hated most was Sophia's little gestures that seemed to only the two of them could understand, which gave people the illusion that no one else could fit into them at all.

"Sophia wants me to take command of this army." Alexander said with a slightly wry smile.

"Dear brother, I think it's just that Montina's army has made it impossible for you to get out, and besides, you can't stay here for long," Jossa said, glancing at Sophia, whose face had sunk, "We all know that the French could invade again at any time, and Barenti is still here, although he is in Montina Regency, but I know that you must be uneasy." ”

Hearing Barendi's name, Sophia's eyes instantly narrowed, her face flushed, and her towering chest couldn't help but rise.

If there is one person that Sophia hates the most, it must be the lovely sister in front of her, but if there is one person she hates the most, it must be Barendi.

Taking away her husband and even forcing her to leave Alexandria, Sophia saw no more vicious woman in this world than Barendi.

"Also, don't you think Estelles in Pisa is looking forward to seeing her father sooner?" Visa asked again, seemingly casually, and then she saw Alexander's helpless look.

At this time, Alexander was already completely sure that Jisha did it on purpose.

The methods used by Jisha are not clever, and even a little stupid, but they are seemingly simple provocations, but they obviously work.

Looking at Sophia, who seemed to be furious at any moment, Alexander knew that perhaps for Josha, it really didn't take too many brains and complicated means to deal with this big-chested enemy in front of him.

"Gain us the right to trade here," said Tsusha with a sudden straight face, in a very serious tone, "and I can help you become the queen of Greece." ”

Jisha looked attentive, and her tone revealed unmistakable confidence.

It's just that there is another sentence in her heart that has not been spoken.

Promise so you can stay here forever and never have to go back.

Sophia tilted her head to look at Tsusha, the skin on her neck was tense, and the veins on her smooth wheat-colored neck were slightly raised, looking like a stubborn fawn.

Then she suddenly straightened up, and then shook her head affirmatively.

Josha's face sank, and she looked at Alexander, seeing him helplessly spread his hands, and Josha's gaze fell on Sophia's face again.

"I can make you the queen of Greece," said Jossa again, slowly standing up, picking up a musket from the table, and methodically reloading her ammunition in a very graceful posture, "and I can help you eradicate your enemies." ”

Sophia looked at Alexander next to her with a puzzled look, she didn't quite understand what Josha was talking about, but she knew that this hateful woman must have some bad idea to drive her away from Alexander.

Loaded with ammunition, Sophia placed the musket on the table, picked up another gun and began to reload.

She kept her eyes off Sophia's face as she did this, much to Sophia's chagrin, and she had the feeling that Josha seemed to be laughing at her naivety and ignorance.

Sophia reached out and poked Alexander, then pointed to a pendant hanging from her chest, and then a smug look appeared on her face.

The front of the pendant is inlaid with half of the angelic protector, which, together with the other half of the angelic protector hanging around Alexander's neck, can be combined into a complete emblem of Bucharest.

This is evidence of the Patriarch of Bucharest when he announced her sacred marriage to Alexandria.

"A sacred covenant?" Jisha, who had been looking at her with a smiling expression, stopped what she was doing, and she looked at the two people sitting together in front of her for a moment of silence before continuing to reload her ammunition, "What does this marriage contract represent, you must know that both Barendi and Lucrezia can find enough reasons to prove that they are my brother's wife." ”

Sophia's face turned red instantly, and she stared at Jisha angrily, and at this moment even thought that this nasty woman was even more hateful than that Barondi.

Seeing that Sophia was about to lose his patience, Alexander quickly reached out and pressed her arm on the table, but Sophia's unusually great strength made him immediately feel the anger in her heart.

"You know, your father, Nashan, came with me." Jisha said suddenly.

Sophia looked stunned for a moment, she looked at Alexander habitually, and when she saw that Alexander actually nodded slightly to indicate that she knew, she couldn't help but look at Jisha in amazement.

"Speaking of which, we should actually be sisters, because your father and my mother are ......" Zhisa's next sentence made Sophia stunned again, "so you can rest assured that if there is a woman competing with you for Alexander, it will never be me, because I just need to be his sister." ”

At this moment, Jisha suddenly slammed the butt of the musket in his hand on the table.

Almost at the same time, a fierce and dense burst of muskets suddenly rang out!