Alexander who came out of the church saw from a distance the people who were speaking loudly in the square, the students who had been exiled from the church school in Belgrade to Bucharest, or rather only students had such passions.

Although he refused to retreat to Bucharest, knowing that the city would be under a prolonged siege, Count Sander of Belgrad did not prevent the people of the city from escaping from the city.

Belgrade's ecclesiastical colleges, arguably the largest in the Balkans, are the most famous in the Balkans, and unlike the universities in Italy that have begun to create new disciplines, Belgrade Ecclesiastical College still only studies ancient theology, rhetoric and teaches traditional Latin, and most of the students who graduate from it become priests, while a few become clerks in the court or in the vicinity of the nobility

The students who gave the lecture were engaged, perhaps because they had been on the run for a long time, and they did not just talk about it in empty words, but spoke out loud to those around them about what they had seen and heard on the way to escape or their own personal experiences.

"We ran away because we were scared, and many people were saying how cruel the Ottomans were, so we thought it would be better to run away," a man with a scar on his face that looked like it had just left a short time ago stood on a rock and shouted to the people, "You should have seen a lot of people running for their lives, on the way I was in the car because of a broken axle fell into the ravine, I was lucky to survive but the others died, maybe some people will say that this is next to the Ottomans What happened, It's your own carelessness, but if it weren't for the heretics, would those people get in that damn car? ”

The man spoke loudly, and some of his companions added from time to time, and in their descriptions, the people around him seemed to see the tragic scenes of having to flee their homes to escape the war, and some of them did not make it to their destination, but died on the way to escape.

"We fled here, but the Ottomans also came, so are we going to run away, where can we go?" The man asked aloud, "Maybe we can go north, but who can guarantee that those infidels will not continue to chase us, and greed will not stop them at all, so what can we do?" ”

"We may be able to negotiate with them," a voice shouted from the crowd, "and it is not a problem that can only be solved by fighting." ”

"You're going to negotiate, aren't you?" The student standing on the stone pointed to the crowd and asked loudly, "But do you know what they want, they want all of us to be their slaves, and you hear all of them clearly, so unless you are willing to give in to them completely, they will not give up, or you want to run away like us, but you must know that they will catch up wherever you flee, and where else can we go, do we have to let the Ottomans completely conquer everything, so listen to me, although this land is very large, But there is no way back behind us, we have to hold Bucharest, and fight the Ottomans to the death here! ”

The man shouted loudly, his voice hoarse because he was too hard, but this hoarse voice deeply touched the hearts of the people around him.

People began to respond to the man's words, and more and more people gathered in the square to listen to his speech.

Alexander looked at the men from afar, frowning slightly, thinking thoughtfully for a moment, and then looking around the square.

Sure enough, he soon noticed people standing in some corners of the square who seemed to be watching the speech, but who were somewhat out of place with the surroundings.

The men apparently didn't feel much of a conspicuous person, and most of the time they were more attentive to the crowd around them, and Alexander soon noticed that some of the students who were giving the lecture would walk over and whisper something to some of them.

And many of these people are even too lazy to change their clothes, so the angelic protection coat of arms of the Kingdom of Hungary on their clothes is displayed in front of people so grandly.

This made Alexander immediately certain that these men were Ladislas II's men.

Thinking that it was not enough to decide at the meeting of the nobles to take the initiative to attack, but also to agitate among the people, Alexander began to think that it seemed a little strange for Ladislas II to do so.

The king must have had some intentions, Alexander was sure of that, but he couldn't think of any reason why Ladislas and II would go out of their way, did he really think that with the power of Bucharest he would be able to fight a war between the Ottomans and the Ottomans?

Alexander felt that this was impossible, because it was precisely because he was worried about the possible threat of the Ottomans to Hungary that Ladislas II would travel thousands of miles from the comfortable court in Prague to the poor countryside of the Balkans, and his purpose was to use the Balkans to contain the Ottoman army, and if he could drag the Ottomans in the Balkans, or even gradually consume the elite Ottoman army, this is what Ladisras II wanted.

But now the king can't wait to instigate a so-called decisive battle, which makes Alexander feel that not only is it completely contrary to the king's original intentions, but this impatience is not so much the result of a desire to fight as a result of being forced to be helpless.

Perhaps Cepes's actions made the king feel that his authority was threatened, but as far as Alexander knew, Ladislas II did not have much ambition for Bucharest or Wallachia, and the patriarch's fears were unnecessary, and Cepes did not actually shake the king's position.

Because Ladislas II was now preoccupied with defending Hungary from the Ottoman invasion, in other words, Ladislas II could not care about coveting the Balkans.

Think if the king's strangeness didn't come from inside Bucharest, what would it be?

The mystery in Alexander's mind grew, and he felt the need to send someone out of the city to inquire about the news.

What Alexander didn't think about was that while he was trying to figure out why Ladislas II was agitating for the initiative, a man who could give him an answer had already arrived outside Bucharest.

Prato looked back at the convoy behind him, which was a little smaller than before, but it was already good.

Speaking of which, he really didn't expect that Elope would let him go, and what he didn't expect was that he actually returned the goods confiscated before.

Although the loss was inevitable, the thrill of almost turning around under the butcher's knife made Prato feel that it was a gift from God to be alive.

So when he saw the tall walls of Bucharest, Prato knelt on the ground and kissed the salty soil to express his excitement at coming back alive.

Then, after some sighing, he snuck through a letter hidden in his clothes and began to wonder what to do.

To be able to come back alive from the Ottomans was, of course, a price, and Prato's price was to tell that Eryup everything he knew in Rome.

Prato thought it strange that, unlike the other Ottomans he knew, this Eleup seemed to be like the Ottoman envoy in Rome, who not only had a surprising depth of knowledge of European culture, but also seemed more interested in how to be a European.

Just as Ashulk seemed to regard business as his only purpose in Rome, Elope also expressed interest in those businesses.

He took the trouble to ask Prato repeatedly about the Roman Exchange, and at the same time he showed a keen interest in the business that Prato was doing, especially when he heard that Prato had been sent by Alexander to the Balkans.

This forced Prato to answer more questions he asked again and again, and when he heard that the collected bronzes were being sent to Italy by merchant ships in the Mediterranean, Eleup groaned for a long time, and then suddenly told Prato: "You are free." ”

Prato, who considered himself the survivor of the disaster, left Zagreb with two letters from Ellup, one of which was a pass signed by Ellup as governor of the occupied territory, which allowed Prato's caravan to pass through the occupied area without any problems, and the other was a secret letter from Ellup to Alexander.

In order to ensure the smooth delivery of this secret letter, Ellup sent one of his cronies to follow Prato's caravan all the way to Bucharest, but the Balkan man who prayed in the direction of the Kaaba every day never left Eloup's side, and his eyes always made Elup feel as if he would pull out his cutlass and cut off his head in the next moment.

It wasn't until he came to Bucharest that the man left the caravan in a stiff tone, which made Prato secretly relieved, otherwise he really wouldn't have been able to explain to the defending army how there was a heretic in his convoy.

Prato was a celebrity in Bucharest, and at least many people knew that the merchant was courteous to the king, so although his caravan came from the Ottoman occupation, he made it into the city without any problems.

Upon entering the city, Prato immediately inquired about Alexander's residence, which was not far from the tavern he frequented.

Prato hastily set up the caravan and rushed to Alexander's place, only to his disappointment that the remaining retinue told him that "the lord has not returned yet." ”

Prato knew that the letter he was carrying had to be handed over to Alexander himself, and after waiting boredly for a while, he wondered if he should find a chance to have a drink, and of course he gave himself the reason to celebrate the aftermath of the catastrophe.

Prato turned right and quickly entered the familiar tavern, which was very close to the castle, and many nobles' retinue liked to drink here and wait for their master to come out, so this tavern can be said to be the most well-informed place in the whole of Bucharest.

Walking into the tavern, Puanla immediately saw a familiar figure, Morko, who had become a member of the city defense army, sitting in the corner drinking bad wine and staring angrily at a group of people on the other side of the tavern.

Prato followed Morco's gaze and saw several of the seemingly familiar faces.

After a moment's thought, he remembered that these men were Alexander's retinue.

Out of caution, Prato didn't want to greet the men, so he hesitated a little and walked over to Morco's side.

At Prato's sight, Morko's eyes moved, and then he glared back to that side.

"You're here." Prato said hello and sat down, picked up the half-glass of hay wine left on the table, took a sip, and exhaled vigorously.

"Where have you been these days?" Morco glanced at Prato, "I thought you left Bucharest, but it's a good thing if you do, at least you don't have to look at the faces of those people." ”

Following Morco's gaze towards the table, Prato looked at Morco a little strangely: "Why don't you like them?" They don't look like locals. ”

"A foreigner's men, who come to us as if they were saviors," Morco spat on the ground, "the man from the Count of Montina, you must have heard of him." ”

Prato was slightly stunned, he didn't expect Morco to mention Alexander, and it sounded quite hostile.

"Do you say it's the Count of Cambrai, I have heard of him," replied Prato carefully, "but you don't seem to have a good opinion of him." ”

"I am his enemy," Morko said indignantly, then shook his head weakly and took a sip from his glass, "I should say that he is my enemy, maybe he has forgotten about me a long time ago, who can remember an opponent who was defeated without even a battle." ”

Prato looked curiously at Morco, and he could tell that the young knight seemed to have been hit hard by Alexander.

"Well, I came to Bucharest solely because of him," said Morco, a little irritablely, "otherwise I would have been serving by the side of Lord Viscount Herva by this time, and if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been separated from Miss Alosia." ”

"You're talking about the Duke of Herva in Zagreb." Prato corrected it.

"Oh, is the viscount already a duke? And what about Miss Alosis? Morko asked with some excitement, although he had heard some news about Herva sporadically since leaving the forest camp, with the invasion of the Ottoman army, many news about Croatia and Bosnia had long since been cut off.

"I'm sorry I didn't hear about the Miss Alosia you mentioned, but you should be glad that the Duke's life is not necessarily better than yours." Prato recalls the rumours he had heard in Zagreb and the horrific and brutal methods of rule that he had seen: "Now the Ottomans were besieging the duke, who was said to be constantly on the border between Croatia and Hungary with his army. ”

"Is that so, the Duke and my father, and the others are fighting the Ottomans and I'm here, all because of that man, because of that Count Montina! It was he who snatched Miss Alozia! ”

Morko's emotions suddenly became agitated, and he stood up sharply and shouted.

With his shout, the Montina soldiers who had been sitting on the other side of the tavern immediately heard the voice.

Prato, startled by Morco's shout, opened his mouth and was about to say something, when a rather strange voice suddenly came from the door of the tavern.

It was a slightly hoarse monotone, but somehow, Prato felt as if he heard a lot of things from that "ah~".

There was surprise, there was anger, and there seemed to be a little bit of jealousy.