The sunset is the sunset square, clothed with a blood-like red glow, and the towering sunset tower, like a sharp sword, pierces the blood curtain.

Pausing for a moment at the door of the council chamber, Cepes turned around without hesitation and went somewhere else.

The huge Curtea Palace made him feel both familiar and strange, and before he knew it, two or three hours had passed.

Tsepeš politely sent off the nobles who had followed, including his brother Vladis, on the grounds that he had traveled a long way.

In the end, in the lavish banquet hall, only Tepes and Burale were left.

As they enjoyed dinner, they discussed the future of Wallachia.

Dinner was simple, two steaks, and a jar of lettuce salad with olive oil.

The steak is served on a Clark porcelain plate imported from the East, and the lettuce is a small pink enamel jar.

For precious enamels, there is another name, majolica.

This is a small jar of gold pastel enamel produced in Europe.

The total value of the utensils used for this simple dinner is more than 500 ducats.

Hundreds of years later, the total price of these tableware can easily reach nine figures.

In recent decades, Wallachia has had a hard time, and of course, that refers only to the commoners and the petty aristocracy.

The life of the great nobles is still luxurious to the point that the commoners can't imagine it.

Using a delicate blue and white porcelain plate, Cepes's action of cutting the steak is a little stiff, and in addition to worrying about the plate, there is also a reason for the steak itself.

In this era when all hygiene standards are not up to standard and there is a shortage of medical treatment, he is very determined to let the chef make the steak fully cooked.

"Your Excellency, I don't know what specific arrangements you have for the timing of my coronation."

Cutting off a small piece of beef and putting it in his mouth with a fork, Cepes made a casual gesture and asked the crucial question.

"Of course, the sooner the better, this year's harvest in Wallachia is very good, and the part that belongs to Sudan needs to be sent over as soon as possible."

After harvesting crops every autumn, the first thing farmers usher in is not the joy of a good harvest, but the tax collector with a meaty face.

In addition to the traditional land rent and land tax, taxes are levied for repairing houses, taxes for the dead in the family, and taxes for marriage in the family.

When getting married, not only taxes are collected, but the bride's first night rights also belong to the lord.

So theoretically, all women in Wallachia belong to Cepes for the first time.

According to rough statistics, all kinds of harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes account for more than 60 percent of the peasants' harvest.

Of these, three were given to the Ottomans, two or more to the lords, and one to the church.

Each lord, whether duke or baron, could set his own percentage of the taxes paid by the peasants in his domain.

The tax situation of yeoman peasants was such that the serfs were worse than them, and in addition to paying taxes, they had to work for the lord without compensation.

In his mind, Tsepeshi found the memory of taxation, and couldn't help but lament, the peasants of this era are really too 'southern'.

After three seconds of silence for the peasants, he returned to his previous state and talked to Braille about the future of Wallachia.

"Your Excellency, I have a little idea I want to share with you."

"Oh? What do you think, let's hear it. ”

Buleye now has a lot of trust in Cepes, so he really wants to hear Cepes's advice.

"Your Excellency, I would like to wait until New Year's Day next year to be crowned.

I would like to inform all the nobles of Wallachia that they should come to Targoviste to witness this historic event.

When the time comes, I will announce to all of them that you will become the Prime Minister of Wallachia! Become the guardian of this country! ”

Tsepes's tone was impassioned, as if he had imagined the scene of his coronation in his head.

Immediately afterward, he smiled a little embarrassedly, then resumed his usual tone and continued:

"Of course, this is just my immature little idea, how to arrange it depends on you, the envoy."

At this moment, Braye was deeply infected by Tsepesh's tone just now, and in his mind, the picture of himself being admired by countless people also emerged.

After a long time of self-absorption, his thoughts returned to reality.

"Your proposal is good, but there are two troublesome things.

The first is the issue of taxation, which requires you to preside over the tax event after your coronation.

Second, you will be crowned in the church, and I will not be able to enter your church.

So it's a pity that your beautiful ideas can't become reality. ”

Tsepes made a plan, and he had already figured out how to deal with all kinds of problems.

"Your Excellency, even if I am not crowned, I can preside over the taxation, and the sword is in our hands, and we are not afraid that those peasants will not pay taxes.

And as for the coronation location, I have already thought about it, not to go to the church for the coronation, but to hold the ceremony on the terrace of the palace.

When the time comes, we can let the whole city witness the friendship between us. ”

Reasonable reasons, arrangements favorable to Buraye, impressed the Ottoman envoy at once.

"Tepes, I really regret that I used to be so you.

I want to say I'm really sorry for the stupid mistakes I made before.

I will not fail your kindness, everything will be arranged according to your wishes, my dear friend. ”

There are no permanent friends, only eternal interests, and under the inducement of interests, Braye fell into the trap carefully set by Cepes.

The pleasant dinner was over, and the next morning, Tepes took Vladis to a sad place.

St. Mary's Church, located in the northwest of the city, was originally built by the Hungarians in the 13th century as a Catholic church.

Later, the Hungarian colonists were expelled and the church was converted into an Orthodox church, although it was not renovated and still maintained in its original Gothic style.

The oppressive dark tones, the mysterious and solemn atmosphere, can indeed make people feel a little uncomfortable.

And this is not the real reason why Cepes and Vladis are sad.

Behind the side of the church is the blessed sacred cemetery, where their father and brother are buried.

Standing in front of the brand-new tombstone, Tsepes laid down a white rose, the flower that the man in the grave had once loved.

Under the influence of the memories of the original owner of the body, two tears welled up from the corners of Tsepes's eyes.

Vladis beside him was already crying silently.

"Vradis, father and Mircia are here, and if you cry again, Mircia will laugh at you."

Rubbing Fladys' head, Tepes took his brother and left the sad place and went to the church in front.

Coming here today, two purposes, the first has been accomplished.

"Hello, Bishop Mitte."

An old man in a purple robe stood at the back door of the church, waiting for Cepes and Vladis.

He is the bishop of the entire diocese of Targoviste.

"Two distinguished guests, welcome to your arrival, I don't know if there is anything I can do to help."

Bishop Mitte drew a cross on his chest and greeted him solemnly and ceremoniously.

"Bishop Mitte, I need you to write a letter to the Patriarch, so that he can come to Targovistai to crown me with the holy book and the holy sword."

The second purpose for which Tsepeš said this was that he needed the Patriarch to crown him, and at the same time he needed a trusted ally.