On a mahogany tray with blue flannel inlay, two elongated scrolls are placed.

It is only used when important decrees are issued, or diplomatic documents are written.

Without giving the nobles time to reflect, Tsepeš directly took a scroll and opened it in front of everyone.

The reels are connected to kraft paper that has been specially processed and is full of toughness.

When unfolded, the upper part of the paper is filled with dense text, and the lower part is blank.

There are specific rules for writing official documents, depending on the type.

As in front of them, the nobles knew at a glance that the blank part underneath needed their collective signature.

Tsepeš showed it to the crowd for three seconds, then turned it around and began to read it.

"To all citizens of Wallachia

Beginning in 1448 in the Julian calendar, the Grand Duchy of Wallachia no longer recognized the Ottoman Empire as its suzerainty and classified it as a hostile state.

From now on, all the people in the territory no longer need to pay jiziya taxes and tribute to the Ottoman Empire.

At the same time, in order to defend the dignity of the country, every citizen of Wallachia is obliged to be ready for battle.

As the administrator of the state, Grand Duke Vlad III, as well as all the nobles in the principality, will also fight to the death for the country.

Hereby His Royal Highness the Grand Duke, and of all the nobles, sign this declaration. ”

Finishing the statement with great majesty, Tsepes rolled up the scroll and continued:

"Since you want to receive God's guidance, you should sign this joint statement in the presence of His Holiness the Patriarch.

To be precise, there should be two copies, I will keep one copy, and the other copy will be taken to various places by someone to show it to all the people. ”

It was more than all the nobles expected, they didn't know what to do, and for a moment no one spoke.

And just when someone wanted to discuss, Tsepes's shocking voice remembered again.

"Bring the pen!"

In a short sentence, all the attention of all the nobles was drawn to himself.

Even Apaca beside him was no exception.

In the corner, another waiter, who was holding a tray in both hands, actually knelt on his knees and walked over with an excited face.

It was by no means pre-arranged, and neither the statement nor the majesty shown by Cepes was worth it.

Taking out the ink-stained quill, Tsepes signed his name on the statement.

Then, looking at the crowd, he asked in a loud voice:

"Who!? Next one! ”

Tsepeš wanted to create an atmosphere of self-sacrifice, because only in this way would these proud nobles be pleased.

As he asked, several extremely firm voices answered at the same time.

"Me!" "Me!" ……

The five nobles strode out of the crowd, stopped when they were still two meters away from Cepes, and all fell to their knees on one knee.

"I, Deepe Roy, hope to be the first to receive this honor."

"Your Excellency the Grand Duke, you are all your own family, so let me come first."

Deepe Roy and Duke Da'an, speaking one after another, were in high spirits to take the quill.

As for the other three, they all know their positioning, so no one is competing with the previous two.

Tsepesh smiled slightly at Duke Daan and Deepe Roy, then looked at Count Sandria in the crowd.

"Uncle Sandria, I want your name, to be behind me, I don't know if you want to."

Pit man, start with the one you know best, Uncle Sandria, who makes the two of us know the most.

Tsepes thought as he held out his quill in the direction where Sandria was.

Both the self-reliant and the Hungarian-leaning faction will certainly sign the joint statement in the end.

At this time, it is representative to find a surrender faction and sign the statement.

"Lord Grand Duke, this ......"

From the moment Tsepes took out the statement, Count Sandria already felt that he was likely to be pitted.

However, even if he expected it, for a while, he didn't know how to deal with it.

After only one beginning, I don't know how to continue.

"Uncle Sandria, did you get into a fight with someone the day before yesterday and hurt your fingers, and you can't write."

Tsepes smiled maliciously and helped his 'Uncle Sandria' find a good reason.

This stinky boy, just by looking at his expression, you can know that there must be a trap behind.

But what can I do, if I refuse publicly at this time, I am afraid that I will be targeted by many people immediately.

Forget it, no matter how much, since it is the reason he took the initiative to say, then I will follow the line.

Count Sandria was entangled in his heart for a while, but at last he took a step forward and swore a solemn oath:

"That's right, I did hurt my finger and couldn't hold the quill steadily, so I'd better wait until my hand is good before signing."

In order to appear real, this guy's right hand began to tremble at a high frequency as if someone had pressed a switch.

For this kind of distracting reason, the self-improvement faction and the Hungarian faction all showed disdainful expressions.

And Tsepesh, at the moment, was smiling very brightly.

"Uncle Sandria, since you have practical difficulties, then I will not be difficult for you."

This kid isn't too bad, maybe it was just because he had a good relationship with me that he called my name.

Count Sandria breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, with the utmost kindness, pondered Tsepes's thoughts.

However, the next moment, he knew that he was completely wrong, and the people of Tsepesh have always been 'in a pit to the end'.

"Patriarch, in this case, if I sign on behalf of Uncle Sandria, I can also get God's approval.

It is the kind that once he repents, God will not hesitate to send down heavenly punishment. ”

As soon as a word came out, Count Sandria almost vomited blood in anger, and the many nobles present were all dumbfounded.

Even Apaca was amazed in his heart, he had fooled people all his life before he knew that there was such a means of operation.

However, as a seasoned veteran, Apaca quickly got into shape.

"I can feel Sandria's pious heart, and since he is not in good health, then you can sign it on his behalf.

Believing in the Almighty, my lord will surely understand Mr. Sandria and leave his name on the glorious stone tablet.

Of course, if you lie, you will inevitably anger our lord, and heaven will punish the thunder, and you will not spare any blasphemer. ”

One Tsepesh is enough to pit, and with the addition of Apaca, it is absolutely impossible to kill people.

It was very clear that God, the old man, had already written Sandria's name in a small notebook.

Keeping your promise will be supremely glorious, and if you break your promise, a thunderbolt will slash down and instantly turn into a handful of ashes.

Under the singing and harmony of Cepes and Apaca, Count Sandria's face was more ugly than eating bitter melon.

He did turn to the Ottomans, but his faith remained the same, and his worship and fear of God were deeply engraved in his heart.

"Hey!"

With a sigh, his hand stopped trembling, and he strode forward, snatching the quill from Cepes's hand.

As a result, on top of the joint statement, another name appeared.