Chapter 32: The Lost Lamb
If you can't do it with two fires, then add two more, and if it still doesn't work, there are apples and carrots.
A man who is determined to change an era, if he can't even get a donkey, he just crashes to death.
After a few days, Comrade Deshui was completely corrupted, and the look in his eyes at Tsepes gave people a feeling that it was difficult to describe.
During these days, Cepes lived a more leisurely life, and the collection of taxes for the Ottomans was not carried out until the beginning of October.
When he was bored, Arthur took Miss Gina's third love letter to Targoviste.
Tepes was in his bedroom, receiving Arthur, and no Ottomans were present.
Holding a glass jug fired in the shape of a swan, Tsepes poured himself and Arthur a glass of honey lemonade.
Before adding the honey and lemonade, the kettle is filled with cool boiling.
The raw water of this era, until the last resort, Tsepeshi did not dare to drink it.
Water sources are mixed with humans and animals, garbage and feces are dumped casually, and people with diarrhea after drinking abound.
It also happens from time to time that injured people have washed their wounds with water, causing infections to fester.
Because of this, people do not bathe, believing that the water is unclean and will bring illness and death.
As long as the economy allows, people don't even drink water, they choose beer or wine to quench their thirst.
The court maid was very surprised when she heard that Tsepes had asked her to boil a pot of water.
She wanted to dissuade her, but she didn't dare to disobey His Highness's orders, so she could only comply.
Because the water source is not good, the taste is a little unacceptable when it is drunk cold, so Cepes added lemon and honey.
As for the problem of drinking water safety, Tsepes will definitely solve the problem at the root in the future.
To avoid disease and pestilence is to increase one's national strength.
But now, he doesn't have that energy, everything has to wait until after the official coronation.
Anyway, this state has lasted for hundreds or thousands of years, and I don't care about waiting another four months.
Putting the matter of drinking water aside, Tsepes asked Arthur:
"How? Is everything going well with you there? ”
"It's going well, we now have one hundred and sixty people, who have been trained by veterans, and have a certain combat effectiveness.
My cousin, after several temptations, was sure to be trustworthy, so I called him into the ranks.
He had two knights under him and twelve experienced soldiers at his command.
In order to ensure safety, the soldiers have not yet been informed of the plan. ”
Arthur was full of joy and reported to Cepes the results of his work during this time.
Then, his expression became a little twisted, and he hesitated and continued:
"The only problem was that all the gold I got from my mother was gone.
My cousin has sponsored some food, and I'm almost running out, and if I don't go back with food or money, everyone will go hungry. ”
The soldiers and horses have not moved, the grain and grass go first, and it takes a lot of money to feed an army.
Speaking of money, Tsepes's face was a little unpleasant, he was indeed living a luxurious life now, but the key to the vault was in Braye's hands.
The fact that the finances of an independent regime are in the hands of foreign emissaries makes Tsepes feel ashamed to think about it.
But there is no way, if you want Burye to indulge in the trap of profit, you must pay enough bait.
Unable to use the financial reserves, he could only think of a way from elsewhere, and Cepes immediately thought of the set of luxury tableware for daily use.
Two plates and one jar can be sold for five hundred gold coins casually, enough to feed one hundred and sixty people for a year.
Just as he was pondering how to get Arthur to take the dishes away, there was a knock on the door from outside.
Tsepes gave Arthur a look, walked over and opened the door, where the court attendant, dressed in a blue robe, was standing in the doorway.
"What's the matter?"
"My lord, Bishop Mitte has sent a message that Patriarch Apaca is waiting for you at St. Mary's Church."
The tone of the court attendant's report was a little excited, for him, the influence of the Patriarch was definitely above Tsepes.
"Okay, you tell the messenger to wait a moment, I'll change my clothes and go over."
After sending the court attendants away and making sure that there was no one around the door, Tsepeš gently closed the door.
The anti-assassination incident a few days ago and the guidance of public opinion played an expected role, and Patriarch Apaca, who was uncertain, took the initiative to send an invitation.
In the whole territory of Wallachia, the richest is definitely not the Grand Duke, but this Patriarch of Apaca.
Now, there is no need to worry about financial problems, and after a few days of luxurious life, Cepes really doesn't want to sell the exquisite tableware secretly.
"Someone has sent us money, let's go, come with me to get the money."
Tsepeshi was not worried, what awaited him was the Feast of the Hung Gate, Patriarch Apaca, who would never let himself have anything to do with a murder.
Walking out of the room, Tsepes went to Bulray first to say hello.
When it came to the coronation, Bula didn't think about it, so he asked Litam to take the cavalry and escort Tsepeš to St. Mary's Church.
When they arrived, the Ottomans still had not entered God's territory, and Tepesh, Arthur, and the messenger ascended the granite staircase.
Apaca didn't want to make a big deal about this meeting, so under the guidance of the messenger, Tepes and Arthur went to a secret room behind the church.
Bishop Mitte, with a stern face, stood at the door of the chamber, and two other strong monks stood on either side.
"Bishop Mitte, I didn't expect us to meet again so soon."
Tsepes greeted with a smile, and Bishop Mitte drew a cross in front of him.
Then he spoke:
Perhaps, this is God's will.
The Patriarch is inside, and before entering, he needs to be searched.
Moreover, only you can get in, he, no. ”
"No problem, I didn't bring a weapon when I came here today, be careful when searching your body, and don't touch places you shouldn't touch."
Compared to Bishop Mitte's nervousness and caution, Cepesz had a confident face, and he opened his hands and waited for the other party to search him.
The tall monks on either side, very professionally searched, fumbled up and down on Cepes for a minute, and then nodded slightly to Bishop Mitte.
"Go in, lost lamb."
Bishop Mitte moved the door out of the way, waited for Cepes to enter, and stood back in his original position, blocking Arthur behind him.
An old man dressed in red, wearing a small red hat and a golden cross hanging from his chest, was sitting on a wooden chair with his eyes closed.
From him, the smell of musk can be smelled, and it must be the use of some kind of expensive sachet.
This is the Patriarch of Wallachia, the Venerable Lord Apaca.
Apaca still closed his eyes and recuperated, and regarded Cepes, who entered the door, as air, and the shelf was very good.
"Lord Patriarch, shouldn't you selflessly guide the way of the lost lamb, why don't you say a word and become a log."
For this old god who wanted to kill himself, Cepes did not have a good impression.
If it weren't for the need for him as an ally, Tsepeš didn't mind and went to beat up an old man.
Apaca finally opened his eyes and swept his eyes towards Cepes.
Then he closed his eyes again, and said in a pretended profoundness:
"Ignorant kings, ignorant followers of false religion, reduced to the puppet regime of Satan.
A selfish monarch who is at the mercy of the devil will eventually suffer an inevitable catastrophe. ”
A few sentences that sound like no beginning or end are actually telling stories from the Bible.
Whether it is the East or the West, quoting scriptures and classics is a common trick used by the gods.
Dead old man, this is the book of Isaiah to curse me.
Shall I draw a circle and curse back?
Apaca's appearance really made Cepes very unhappy, and he touched the mustache on his lips, thinking about how to fool the old god.