Tsepes clutched the piece of paper, and his mood did not calm down for a long time, until a clear blue lightning bolt streaked across the dark night sky, and his thoughts returned to reality.

The thunder roared, shaking the earth, and the black cat's pupils outside the window contracted, obviously frightened.

In an instant, the raindrops the size of beans fell heavily to the ground from the top of the clouds, and the momentum was many times more majestic than the drizzle in the morning.

The black cat's black and shiny hair was instantly penetrated by the cold rain, and then the black shadow flashed and hid under the eaves to avoid the rain.

Everything happened in an instant, and Tsepes, who was on the second floor, witnessed the whole process.

"Seeing each other is fate, do you want to help it?"

Tsepes said to himself, in fact, he already had the answer in his heart.

In this era, black cats enjoy the same treatment as witches, and if someone else catches them, they will definitely burn them alive.

Tsepeš went out in his pajamas, leather boots, and oil lamps in his hand.

When I walked under the eaves, I saw the black cat, using his tongue to fix the rain-soaked hair.

He originally planned to catch the black cat first, wait until tomorrow daylight, and then find an inaccessible place to release it.

As a result, without waiting for him to act, the black cat saw someone coming, and immediately turned around and ran, and a black shadow quickly disappeared into the rain.

Looking at the direction in which the black cat disappeared, Cepes shook his head helplessly, it was impossible for him to brave the heavy rain to chase after him.

With a 'good luck' in his heart, he went back to his room to continue his rest.

……

In the city defense camp in the south of the city, more than 100 soldiers who were doused into soup chickens shivered around a bonfire to keep warm.

In the city defense command post more than ten meters away, Knight Eric frowned, and a pair of melancholy eyes stared at the rain curtain outside the house.

A sudden heavy rain made the repair work of the barracks have to be stopped.

Even some barracks, the roofs or walls that had just been repaired, were once again crushed by the heavy rain.

"Hey......"

With a light sigh, Knight Eric brought a chair and sat motionless at the door of the command post, praying in his heart that the rain would end soon.

……

Ten kilometers outside the city of Targoviste, nearly a thousand tents were almost all drenched in rainwater.

Only a few tops, covered with waterproof wax cloth, survived.

All the waterproof tents were already crowded, but to no avail, and more than 2,800 Swiss mercenaries were struggling in the heavy rain.

"Is there a village around here!?"

In a tent covered with waterproof wax cloth, a middle-aged man yelled at Wawrinka.

The sound of the raindrops hitting the ground was so loud that even in the tent, you had to pull your throat to communicate.

Wawrinka, who was unfamiliar with the terrain in the area, looked at his guide.

"There is no village! The nearest town, also two kilometers away! ”

"Bad luck! If I had known this, I would never have taken on this unfortunate business! ”

Hearing the guide's answer, the middle-aged man who had asked the question before angrily slammed his left palm with his right fist.

Almost at the same time, the guide's voice sounded again:

"A few hundred meters to the west, there is a cypress forest, where we can go and take shelter from the rain!"

"Damn! Why didn't you say it earlier! Let's go, hurry up and take us there! ”

The angry middle-aged man pulled the guide and walked outside the tent, and the brothers in his team were still outside in the rain.

The team of Valinkalla had a total of twenty-one mercenary squads, and he had done everything he could to get them to accept the price offered by Cepes.

Originally, everything was going well, but it turned out that he would arrive in Targoviste tomorrow, but he was hit by this sudden rainstorm.

Under normal circumstances, it would not have been possible to rain so heavily in March, and he had no experience in leading a large group of people, so he was not prepared and was caught off guard by a heavy rain.

All the leaders of the mercenary team gathered in the tent, and without waiting for Wawrinka's order, they all followed the guide and the middle-aged man out of the tent and led the men and horses to the woods to take shelter from the rain.

Although Wawrinka was seriously injured two months ago and had difficulty moving, he walked with these people in order to stabilize the morale of the army.

Within a few minutes, only a few old mercenaries were left in the camp, and a few waterproof tents were left for them.

Nearly 3,000 other people followed the guide and ran briskly towards the cypress forest not far away.

"Not bad, not bad! It doesn't seem so unlucky! ”

The mercenary captain who complained before, after hiding under the cypress tree, his mood instantly improved a lot.

The cypress tree is evergreen all year round, and the surface of the leaves, itself has a thick waxy layer, which is definitely the first choice for shelter from the rain.

Of course, there is a premise for this, that trees that shelter from the rain will not be struck by lightning.

The thunder and lightning flashed, the sky was lit up, and before the thunder was heard, dozens of mercenaries had completely lost consciousness.

Boom Boom! Click, click!

There was a thunderclap and a cypress tree was split in two, and a fire broke out on the broken trunk, and then in an instant, it was extinguished by the falling rain.

The charred black trunk of the tree proved to the people around them that what they had just seen was definitely not an illusion.

The mercenaries closest to the tree also had some scorched limbs and torsos, and they were either dead or about to die.

In the outer circle, twenty or thirty people were stunned by the instantaneous high-voltage electricity, and among them, maybe some people were lucky enough to survive.

On the periphery, dozens of mercenaries felt their bodies instantly numb, as if there were demons or ghosts passing through their bodies.

All of this, happening too fast, it's real lightning.

By the time people reacted, it was already two seconds later.

Some wailed, some knelt down and prayed for God's forgiveness, and some stood stunned and overwhelmed.

Wawrinka was lucky, far from the tree that had been struck by lightning.

However, his heart was as if he had been struck by lightning.

The mercenary group, which was finally organized, seemed to be completely split by this lightning.

The mercenary who was killed by lightning was unlucky, which meant that Wawrinka was also unlucky, and in the end, it was Cepes's employer who was unlucky.

……

The next morning, Tsepes, who was unaware of the bad luck, got up in a good mood.

The rainstorms have long since stopped, and the rain-washed Palace of Curtea is exceptionally clean.

Even the air is exceptionally fresh, mixed with a faint smell of grass.

He came to Sunset Square, practiced his sword and shield skills, and then had a hearty breakfast before preparing to go to the garrison barracks.

Come to the stable and lead the tall and handsome black horse, this Tucker horse, if it is put in a few hundred years, the price can buy at least three big Gs.

In Wallachia, this horse is called Takma, and he also has an official scientific name, called Akhal-Teke horse.

It's like in the East, people call it Tianma, Dawan Ma, and Sweat Horse.

Tsepes stroked the horse's mane twice, and was about to turn over on the horse, but when he saw the 'water' on the side, a camel (donkey) peak actually grew on his back.

Is it a genetic mutation? Or is it some kind of genetic disease?

Surprised in his heart, Tsepes began to guess unreliably, and the next moment, a pair of green eyes met his gaze.