Although the relationship was not harmonious and even had mutual grievances, before leaving Caniola, Karl warned Alexander not to trust anyone when he arrived in Bosnia.

This included both his distant relative, Ivo Drana, and others.

Alexander had never met Rowa??, but that didn't stop him from knowing much about the Northern Bosnian dignitary who was considered a hero by many.

Having served in the army of Grand Duke Stefan and fighting the Ottomans, owning numerous fields and mines, and having a castle that was said to be so beautiful that many people would envy him, this marquis has been the focus of countless discussions.

But what Alexander could not forget was the letters that his scouts had accidentally found from those Ottoman emissaries, and in those letters, in which Roy?? The name was so clear that Alexander could not have believed the marquis on that basis alone.

And he was more concerned about how the Bosnians knew about his arrival, since Caniola entered Bosnia, he had not had time to do anything other than meet with Drana, but from some of the news that came back, rumors of "Crusaders from Rome" began to circulate in Bosnia for some reason.

And Rowa?? It was just around the time that the Marquis attacked the Bosnian dock on the north bank of the Naussava River, and it was just before this rumor spread, that Alexander would not have believed that it had nothing to do with it.

Because of this, Alexander felt that he might be able to meet this Roy in the future?? The marquis clashed, but the marquis's prominent position in Northern Bosnia was a headache, not to mention the rumors that the marquis could become king.

The king of the Kingdom of Bosnia, which consisted of Northern Bosnia and Northern Croatia, could have a conflict with such a person, and Alexander felt that the family in Caniola was really not a good thing.

He was sure that it was the family that had revealed his whereabouts, and as for the aunt and nephew of the Grand Duke, or the seemingly lonely and helpless Princess Marchidovi, this one was not yet known.

Now suddenly confronted by a group of followers who claimed to be the heir to the Duke of Zagreb, Alexander suddenly felt that the good fortune that had been avoiding him since he arrived in the Balkans seemed to be beginning to look back at him.

The Moleko knight didn't know what Alexander was thinking, and when he heard that the young man on the tall horse in front of him was the legendary count who led the crusaders on another crusade, his heart was about to jump out of his mouth.

Morco believed in those legends, and he felt that this count was like the knights who went on an expedition to the East to save the Holy Land in those ancient legends, and that his master, Viscount Helva, was one of those who were waiting to be saved, and now that this count was in front of him, didn't this just prove that all this was God's arrangement?

The knight thought he had a good idea, so it was only natural that he asked the Count to invite him to his camp.

"Your Excellency will be glad to meet your lord, and forgive me for taking the liberty of needing your army to help here, as this is Bosnia, after all." Morko looked at the soldiers who were covered in dust, but could still see the excessively neat armor and uniforms, and he felt compelled to remind the Roman nobleman that Bosnia was clearly more complicated than he thought.

At least the sight of Drana, whom he had hated since childhood, walking with the Earl, was enough to make Morco feel the need to remind the Count to be vigilant.

Morko's invitation was right for Alexander, who was indeed interested in the Viscount, who had long since been banished from Zagreb and had long since been banished from Zagreb, but because of this he felt that it was a good opportunity.

The Croats were clearly not completely dead, and after being expelled from Zagreb, Viscount Herva and a group of men who remained loyal to him tried to take refuge in some of the coastal provinces that were still loyal to his father, and then made a comeback, but the Ottomans did not give them this opportunity.

The Ottoman army from Bosnia approached the coastal provinces of Croatia in several directions, forcing the provinces to declare at least nominally Ottoman ownership.

Viscount Herva didn't dare to take any chances, he didn't know which of the governors of the coastal provinces would betray him to the Ottomans, and thinking that he might be put under house arrest for the rest of his life, he decided to wait.

The Viscount and his followers entered Mount Germezi, where they had set up camp in a wooded hunting camp in the mountains, where a group of exiles, who had intended to stay for a while, had settled in this remote place before Croatia and Bosnia, and had not been in contact with anyone outside for a long time, except for the occasional dispatch to inquire about the news and to see if there was anything worth grabbing.

So when Morko suddenly appeared near the camp with a strange army, the whole camp instantly became tense.

Looking at the strange troops approaching the camp, the man standing on the lookout shouted a warning and used the wrench to pull the buckle of the crossbow hard.

Viscount Herva led his men to the edge of the camp, and they watched warily at Morco and a few men beside him, who had reached the other side of the creek, standing in front of the wooden bridge.

"Lord Viscount, Morco won't be a traitor, maybe he brought a friend." Morko's father stubbornly argued for his son, but at this time the viscount could no longer care about this, he looked at the other side with a gloomy face, and his eyes kept squinting slightly from time to time on those people, as if he was thinking about something.

"My lord, these people don't look like Bosniaks." One of his subordinates reminded in a low voice.

"It's not like a Croatian." A seemingly impossible thought flashed through Viscount Helva's mind, but it was a little absurd for him to be sure for a while, but the uniforms of the army were very different from those of the natives, but it reminded him that it was not impossible for him to think that it was too absurd, "I have to go and see." ”

"It's too dangerous, my lord!"

His subordinates stopped him, but he was told by the viscount, "Even if we can't get through, can we escape now?" "Gagged.

Obviously, as the viscount said, these people had already arrived in front of the camp, and it made no difference whether they chose to flee or not.

Many people stared at Morko's father with indignant eyes, which made the old man sweat slightly.

However, to his relief, at this moment the Viscount's niece came to his side, and seeing Miss Aloxia standing firmly beside him, the old man suddenly felt that perhaps his son's extravagant hopes were not completely without opportunities.

"Miss, if Mourko hadn't betrayed the Viscount, I would definitely use a whip to force him to move forward in the future, so that he could get ahead early." The old man whispered to the young lady, seeing that the young lady's cheeks became even redder like a ripe apple, the old man couldn't help but laugh twice with a satisfied "hehe", but this couldn't help but attract countless angry eyes.

Viscount Herva tried his best to calm his nervous state of mind and make himself appear calm, and he went to the bridge on the other side of the creek accompanied by two retinues, and his suspicion deepened when he looked at the army opposite, but for a moment he was not sure.

"I am Viscount Helva, the only son and heir of the late Duke Signaci of Zagreb, can you tell me where you come from?"

"Your Excellency, this is the Count of Montina, the Count I told you about before." Morco was a little anxious to take a few steps forward, he crossed the wooden bridge to the viscount and hurriedly saluted, he could see that the people in the camp were nervous, and his father seemed to be being troubled by the people next to him, but the appearance of Miss Alosia made him excited at once, he felt that he really looked like a triumphant hero at this time, so he was anxious to prove himself to everyone "We met them on the way, and the Count offered to meet you. ”

"So you brought the people straight to the camp?" An attendant whispered fiercely from the side, "Look at them, it's an army, if they want to level our camp, all they need is a charge, what are you thinking, knight, you put the Lord and all of us in danger." ”

"Even if I don't bring them here, they'll still be able to find it," Morko said a little helplessly, "in fact we have fallen into their trap, all of us are surrounded by them, and if they want to know where we came from, I can't guarantee that everyone under my command will withstand the torture." ”

"So you just betrayed us all?" Another attendant asked angrily.

"They are not hostile to us," Morco said, looking back at Alexander, "the earl just wanted to meet your lordship." ”

Viscount Herva interrupted the argument between several of his men, and he slowly walked to the middle of the wooden bridge to look at the other side under the worried gaze of the people.

"Can the knights from Rome tell me where you came from?"

Alexander smiled, the Croats' somewhat archaic behavior made him feel more cuter than those Italian nobles, at least this kind of lord's calm behavior in front of the battle has become less and less common in war-torn Italy, or it should be said that with the end of the knightly era, this kind of behavior has gradually been regarded as a symbol of lack of heart.

No one dared to guarantee that they would not be shot in the dark, and the former behavior of subordinates who did not dare to offend the enemy monarch on the battlefield was now almost gone.

Thinking of these somewhat messy things, Alexander shifted his steps, walked up the wooden bridge to the viscount, bowed slightly, and then said, "I am Alexandre Giulian Cambrai." ”

There is no title, no title, only one name.

The Viscount's expressionless gaze fixed on Alexander's face for a moment of silence, and then a smile slowly appeared on his face.

Slowly but forcefully, he stretched out his hands and embraced Alexander in his arms, whispering in his ear, "I don't know why you're here, but I'm sure God must have heard my prayers and sent you, and that's a good sign." ”

The late Duke of Zagreb, Signac, was a devout Catholic, and he was one of the most active supporters and actual promoters of the Great Croatian Proselytism movement promoted by Sistines IV.

Because of this, when the Orthodox revolt swept through the streets of Zagreb, the duke was ruthlessly killed by the rioters, and it is not known how many Croatian or Northern Bosnian nobles were behind it.

The death of the duke once shook the Vatican, but with the subsequent changes, people's eyes stayed more in the struggle for power within the Holy See, and the martyrdom of a duke in the Balkans was gradually forgotten.

Despite this, the Vatican is still quite concerned about the martyrdom of the duke, and some people have even proposed to recognize the duke as a martyr and a saint, just because it involves a bit of a wide range of things, and the Vatican does not want to provoke too much or even anger the local Orthodox nobles who they also intend to use to resist the infidels, so this proposal has been shelved indefinitely.

Alexander was unaware of these things, but that didn't stop him from guessing.

The fact that a nobleman was killed for his conversion was enough to lead to a lot of things, not to mention the fact that his son was still in such a desolate situation.

Viscount Herva may not have the bravery and determination of his father, but as long as he is the son of Duke Signaci of Zagreb, it is enough.

And for Viscount Helva, the army from Europe is the reinforcement he dreamed of, not to mention that the count is still from Rome and the Vatican, which means too much to him.

Looking at the viscount, who wanted to make his expression as unexcited as possible, Alexander could imagine that he must not be at peace right now, or that he was probably already thinking about how to take advantage of this rare opportunity.

Sure enough, Viscount Herva first warmly invited Alexander and his men to his camp, and then he turned back to his men, who were still watching them apprehensively from afar, and announced loudly: "This is our guest, an earl from the Vatican, an angel sent by His Majesty the Pope to save and help us." ”

The camp erupted in cheers of joy, and the originally nervous people shouted excitedly, some desperately hugging the people next to them, and some suddenly crying.

"Count, your words can make them see heaven and they can go to hell," said Viscount Helva, in a low voice, his eyes full of eagerness and apprehension, as if he feared that Alexander would deny his words, "please don't let them lose hope." ”

Alexander looked at the Viscount deeply, he knew that the Viscount was taking risks, although he felt that the Viscount's attempt to impress him with warmth seemed a bit ridiculous, but Alexander had originally come with the intention of dealing with the Bosnian locals, so the Viscount's words just gave him a chance.

It's just that of course he won't satisfy the other party so easily.

So under the vaguely worried gaze in Viscount Herva's eyes, Alexander took two steps forward and looked at the Croats who were looking at him excitedly.

"Unfortunately, I didn't come to Bosnia on orders from the Vatican."

Alexander's first words made everyone, including Viscount Helva, stay where they are!

The viscount's face changed rapidly, and he tried to try to calm himself down, but his hand on the railing of the wooden bridge was imperceptibly trembling, and he stood behind Alexander, his eyes fixed on Alexander's back, and the unconcealable disappointment on his cheeks.

Alexander could feel the momentary change in the mood of the people opposite him and hear the deliberately suppressed gasps of Viscount Herva behind him because of his agitation, but he continued unhurriedly: "Duke Signacci of Zagreb is a respectable man who gave his life for his faith, and his righteous deeds are considered in the Vatican only to be done by saints, and as far as I know, there has been more than one respected cardinal in the Vatican who has proposed to declare Duke Signacci a saint. ”

Alexander's words immediately caused a response, and people whispered about it, and some people boldly asked: "Then Count, why didn't the Vladder announce this decision, the Duke was a great martyr, he was killed by those vile apostatists, he should become a saint!" ”

The question was immediately answered, and the crowd shouted questions, some of them rushing to Alexander in excitement.

"Hunters!"

Busakko, who was standing not far from Alexandria, let out a low roar, and in an instant, a glittering sword light accompanied the sound of muskets, and the black muzzles of the hunters' hands were aimed at the agitated Croats.

"Stop!" Alexander shouted at the soldiers behind him, and then he looked back at Viscount Helva, who had a gloomy face.

"I know it's a cruel thing for you and your people, but we all know that things aren't that simple, Viscount calm your people down if you don't want to make things worse."

Viscount Herva looked at Alexander for a long time, then silently walked past him and came to his people.

"I command you as your sovereign, and if you will obey my commands, then I want you to be quiet."

The Viscount's voice was dull and depressed, and for a moment it seemed to weigh on everyone's hearts with a heavy boulder.

Alexander looked closely at the son of the Duke of Zagreb from the sidelines, and he could not help but admit that this man could still get so many people to follow him in such a down-and-out situation, and that there was something about him that he could be called a "leader".

However, Alexander did not want the viscount to continue to show his charm, he walked up to the viscount and looked at the group of people and said in a slow and calm tone: "Duke Signacci is a martyr, this is not denied, although for various reasons the Vatican has not yet recognized him as a saint, but will this damage his great image, is it not in the minds of the Croats, the Duke has already stood beside God and the Lord Christ, enjoying the glory he deserves?" ”

Alexander's words made people chatter, and many people looked at Alexander with puzzled eyes, as if they didn't know what he meant.

And Alexander did not wait for those people to think more, and already continued: "In the Vatican, many people admire Duke Signacci, and in their minds the Duke is a symbol of bravery and piety, a model and example for them to follow, and I am one of them, so I have come to Bosnia, and I want to see for myself what the country for which Duke Signacci once gave his noble life is like, and more importantly, to see whether the people he guided continue to follow the path he ventured to blaze, and now I see you, It made me feel that although I had not received any orders from the Vatican, I could have participated in his great work as a fellow believer of Duke Signacci! ”

As he spoke, Alexander turned to face Viscount Helva.

"Allow me to be part of your team, Lord Viscount, for I believe this is the mission God has sent me to Bosnia."

As he spoke, Alexander bowed.

"Praise God! The Lord finally heard our prayers, and He sent us a mighty army! ”

An old man in the crowd knelt down and raised his arms and shouted above his head, and then he suddenly stood up and rushed to Alexander, taking Alexander's hand and kissing him despite the greeters' resistance.

With the old man's action, the sky over the camp was shrouded in cheers for a while!

Looking at this scene, Viscount Helva's face had a strange expression, which was very exciting.

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