Over the course of a week, several people from Cepes became frequent visitors to Flea Street.

Cepes, Vradis, Stefan, Arthur and Gina, every night, sit in the box drinking and watching the show.

Mirsa, unlike them, had to stay outside in the cold every night to drink the northwest wind.

On the roof of a building that no one was paying attention to, he was holding his new toy, staring at the slave bars and the fighting ring.

Mirsa was not afraid of hard work, but after a week, there was no gain, which made him very upset.

If the net is not closed for a day, the evil in the slave shop will continue for another day, which is the real reason for Mirsa's upset.

Before he knew it, it was past midnight, and when a figure arrived, he came to him silently, and the red-haired woman came over to change shifts.

Without any conversation, handing the binoculars to the redhead, Mirsa quietly descended from the building.

At the same time, the people of Cepes happened to walk out of Flea Street and came to the neighboring street.

After making sure that the Tsepes were not being followed, Mirsa stepped out of the shadows of his hiding place and joined them.

For a few days, it had been like this, and looking at Mirsa's expression, I knew that it was another fruitless day.

"Could it be that you have miscalculated, there is no other vault at all, all the gold coins are hidden in the basement of the slave shop."

Mirsa whined, something like that, he'd said many times in the past few days.

"It's not wrong, only a stupid thief will bring the stolen money with him."

"In case the people of the Free Society are a bunch of fools...... Forget it, it's really unlikely. ”

Mirsa hung his head and stopped refuting Cepes, knowing that his guess was not reliable.

"Don't be discouraged, I'm sure there will be a harvest soon."

Seeing Mirsa's depressed appearance, Tsepes whispered a word of comfort.

Vradis, who was beside him, said very politely:

"Are you not staring at it!? In fact, the money has already been shipped away. ”

In the same way, if Tsepes had said it, Mirsa would have retorted a few words at most.

As for Vladis, there is no such preferential treatment.

"Say it again!"

A grumpy version of Mirsa is on the line, and he makes his signature move, with the Roman broadsword in front of him.

"I said, you didn't keep an eye on it, let others transport all the money under your nose!"

Mirsa didn't take Vladis seriously, and Vladis was even more so, as a direct member of the Basarab family, how could he be afraid of a bodyguard.

"Die!"

Mirsa stomped his foot angrily, and his broadsword was unsheathed, and he wanted to make Vladis suffer.

As a result, Tsepes's voice rang out at this time.

"Don't say a few words, why is one more angry than the other, do you want to send you to the fighting ring to fight."

Hearing that Tsepeš was in a bad mood, Vladis honestly shut his mouth.

Mirsa, on the other hand, continued unrelentingly:

"Okay, go to the fighting ring, it's definitely not me who became a corpse and was carried away."

"What's the big deal about being able to fight, in the fighting ring, just a fighting hyena.

If you win, you will be given a piece of meat to eat, and if you lose, the corpse will be pulled away directly by the flatbed.

It's just a little person like you, who has never seen the world, so you will shout and kill all day long! ”

The fifteen-year-old boy couldn't stand the stimulation, and Vladis immediately retorted.

It's not shameful to be able to beat others, and it's really a bit underweight to insult others with the difference in identity.

So, Vladis was kicked hard in the ass from behind.

Unprepared, Vladis was kicked to the ground and froze for a few seconds before he rolled over and looked at Cepes.

"Hahahaha......"

Seeing his daily treatment happen to Vradis, Millsa burst out laughing arrogantly.

However, this guy has always been happy for only three seconds, and this time is no exception.

Marzad, who had been away for half a month, suddenly appeared behind him and kicked people much more skillfully than Cepes.

The tragic Mirsa fell straight forward, and Vladis, who had fallen to the ground before, was lying on the ground with his buttocks covered.

The next moment, the lips of the two were tightly 'kissed' together, and everyone around them was stunned.

"Bah, Bah......"

Mirsa, who has a lot of experience in getting kicked, immediately strained her waist and abdomen, stood up straight, showed a disgusting expression, and kept spitting.

Vladis behaved similarly to him, turning around and throwing up wildly on the ground.

Tsepes looked at the two of them for a few moments, then walked up to Marzad and said with a smile:

"How's it going, has the letter been delivered?"

"The letter has arrived, and, Janos Hunyati, is at the Kurthia Palace at the moment, which is why I have come here to look for you."

Marzad brought the bombshell news that Janos Hunyadi had actually come to Targoviste in person.

Supposedly, this should be good news, but given the style of the monastics, Tsepes asked with some uncertainty:

"Did you kidnap me, or did you come of your own free will?"

"Come voluntarily, he said, only by surprise can you escape the eyes of those who have a heart."

Janos had his last resort, and there were many people around the eight-year-old little king, all watching his every move.

"Only by surprise can you escape the eyes of those who have a heart?"

Tsepes thoughtfully repeated Marzad's words.

Then he said to Mirsa, who was still retching:

"You go tell the redhead to keep an eye on the corpse that was taken away from the ring.

The location of the burial, whether there is a stop along the way, all the details, do not leave out. ”

Hearing Tsepesh's command, Mirsa blinked, and then made a look of sudden realization.

He grinned at Marzad's teeth, and immediately went to deliver the letter from the redhead.

"Today is a great harvest, let's go, let's go back to the Palace of Curtea at once."

Looking at Mirsa's back, Tsepeš happily gave the order, as he said, today is indeed a great gain.

On the one hand, Janos secretly came to Wallachia, which was an absolutely positive sign for the alliance.

On the other hand, although it was only speculation, it was almost certain that the Liberty Society had found a way to transport the gold coins.

The group returned to the Palace of Curteau, but Mirsa did not return, he and the redhead, together they stared at the Freedom Society.

"Maria, I haven't seen you in a long time, and you're still the same twenty years ago."

In the middle of the night, in Madame Maria's bedroom, a dusty man shook the red wine in his glass, and his speech sounded like he was flirting.

"Yanosh, let you go to the parlor, you just want to come to my room, and now you are still speaking in this tone, aren't you afraid of dying here!?"

Madame Maria grimaced her displeasure with a stiff tone.

"I can't go to the living room, I came secretly, your palace is full of other people's eyes and ears."

Janos followed Marzad, disguised himself as a servant, and went straight to Madame Maria's room.

The news of his visit to Wallachia, known to only eight people, is in absolute secrecy.

"I think you did this on purpose, just to come to my room late at night."

Madame Maria held her head high and showed great pride, and she had used this expression to face Janos twenty years ago.