In his office, Cepes sat behind his desk and pulled out a brass key with a faint metallic sheen.

The drawer was opened, and the two letters he had prepared in advance were thrown onto his desk.

The letter to Skanderbe, which did not need to be changed, and the letter to Thomas, who intended to write a new copy because of the intervention of the monastics.

Tear up the original letter, prepare pen and paper, think for a while, and write down a line of words:

"Don't compromise, or you'll die soon!"

Such a simple sentence is the whole content of the threatening letter.

The shorter the message, the bigger the matter.

Historically, the Ottomans besieged Morea and asked Thomas to cede half of the territory to his brother Dimitrios.

And this Dimitrios is a puppet supported by the Ottomans, and once Thomas compromises, it is equivalent to handing over half of Morea to the Ottomans.

Of course, according to the development of history, the last emperor, Thomas, lived until 1465 Julian Calendar to reunite with his father and brother.

The contents of Tsepeš's threatening letter are completely alarmist, but it is impossible for others to know.

Imagine that one day Thomas woke up and saw a dagger hanging above his head.

In addition to being frightened, the letter inserted in the dagger, he must have carefully read every word.

And clearly recognize that this is not a prank.

The result expressed in the threatening letter is clear, it will die. But the part about the cause is very brief and vague.

It is precisely because of this that this threatening letter will often linger in Thomas's mind in the days to come.

It is not too common for a monarch to compromise on it.

So as long as the Ottomans made a request to him, all the factors would point to this threatening letter.

In the end, it remains to be seen how much of a threat the letter will have and whether Thomas will cede the land to the Ottomans.

What Tsepes is doing now is mobilizing all possibilities, and the outcome depends on whether he is really God's favorer.

Folding the simple threatening letter, Tsepesh pulled the velvet rope and called Moussad into his office.

At the moment, there were five people in the office, and in addition to Cepes, Marzad, the twins, and the redhead were also here.

The four of them, returning to the essence of the tool, are still, silent, waiting for the call of the master.

Four large living figures, like statues, stood upright at their desks, watching the series of movements that had preceded Cepes.

As for the hapless Mirsa, he stayed outside the office until Mussad was called, and he followed him to open the door and enter.

Looking at the way he looks left and right, it is obvious that he still belongs to the category of people, and there is still a long way to go before he becomes a tool.

Tsepes observed for a moment, then spoke:

"I have two letters, I need to seal them with fire paint, you bring them."

Mussad nodded and left, while Mirsa grinned at Marzad and stayed in his office.

Marzad ignored the student, but instead Tsepesh, behind his desk, smiled at Millsa.

He had already seen through that this frizzy guy was actually just a simple and simple young man.

When he was a child, he encountered misfortune, and then followed a group of tools and grew up in the deep mountains and old forests.

I don't know what entertainment is, I don't know what social is, and I don't know what enjoyment is.

Because I feel extremely unfamiliar with the outside world, out of self-preservation, I will have a series of reckless behaviors.

And smiling is the best communication between strangers, seeing Tsepes's smile, Mirsa was stunned for a moment, and then also smirked at Tsepes.

This is a simple stupid child, should I take advantage of him?

Wouldn't it be too shameless to take advantage of other people's innocence?

It shouldn't be shameless, leading this child to the trajectory of a normal person should be helping him.

Looking at Millsa's innocent smiling face, Tsepeš engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.

Finally, a shameless practice is attached to an even more outrageous reason.

Tsepeš knew this, but the appearance of the monastic put too much pressure on him to solve the problem by unconventional means.

Finding an entry point against the monastics, Musad was back in his office, still holding a tray in his hand.

Candles, knives, silver spoons, and red flame paint strips with knife marks on one side.

He placed the tray in the upper right corner of his desk, and then used a knife to cut off a piece of fire paint the size of his fingers.

Light the candle and place the cut fire paint block into a silver spoon and burn it on the candle flame.

As heated, the fire paint in the spoon quickly melts and turns into a viscous fiery red liquid.

Tsepes gently pushed the two letters over, and at the same time opened the drawer in the middle of his desk and took out the special firearm seal representing the Grand Duke of Wallachia.

Without command, Mussad poured melted fire paint on the seals of the two letters.

While the fire paint had not yet set, Tsepes stamped the fire paint seal on one of the letters.

Apparently, the letters, stamped with the seal of fire paint, were to be sent to Albania and handed over to Skanderbeg.

As for the other one, a fool will put his own mark on the threatening letter.

After dealing with it, Musad took the tools and left, and Tsepes pushed the two letters to Marzad in front of the table.

"Remember, if you don't have a seal, send it to Moreah, don't make a mistake."

"I understand, there will be someone to deliver the letter, if we can't even do this little thing, we people will have no need to exist."

Marzad picked up the letter and handed it to the twins beside him, and the two of them took the letter into their arms, and without even saying hello, they went straight out the door.

As for whether they climbed over the wall or left the palace through the gate, Tsepeš didn't bother to pay attention, as long as the letter was delivered smoothly.

"When your men are ready, inform me immediately, and I will take you on a trip to Transylvania."

Constantinople, Morea, and Albania have all sent messages or letters.

And as a potential biggest ally, Tepesz plans to personally meet the Hungarians for a while.

At this time, the king of Hungary was László V, an eight-year-old boy.

With a small child, of course, there is nothing to talk about.

The Hungarian regent and governor of Transylvania, Janos Hunyadi, was the one to negotiate with Cepes.

In the face of this hero, he must be fully prepared, and he does not want the negotiation to turn into a head-off.

Five hundred hermit monks came just right, just in time to act as their bodyguards.

"Yes, my lord, I will let you know as soon as everyone arrives."

After a conversation not long ago, Marzad did not inquire too much about the intentions of the Tsepeš order.

Because he already understood that he didn't have that ability to be the overseer of Cepes.

In order to avoid another embarrassing situation, he chose to shut up and quietly carry out the task.

Facing the tool man, it's a very boring thing, but fortunately, in the corner, there is a Millsa.

"You, come with me to Sunset Square, since you want to fight so much, then I'll fight with you."

The easiest way to make friends is to fight that person first.

Tsepes picked up the dagger and shield in the corner, finished speaking, and walked straight out of the office.

Marzad and the redhead followed, but Mirsa, who had not come to her senses, stood a little helpless.

Then, the familiar scene played out again, and Marzad, seeing that the stupid apprentice was not reacting, decided to kick him to remind him.

PS The mood has eased up, and it will be updated normally from tomorrow, and two updates a day are guaranteed.

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