St. Mary's Church in Gothic style, even in the spring season, still gives people a melancholy feeling.

In the atrium of the church, the bulky organ plays solemn music, and the guests in gorgeous costumes have quite serious expressions.

As a traverser, if you don't experience it yourself, I'm afraid it's hard to believe that this is actually a wedding scene.

The door of the atrium opens, and the delicate-looking little flower girl carries a flower basket full of hyacinths and walks onto the soft cashmere carpet.

A middle-aged man with a straight face, holding a young girl in a white wedding dress, followed the little flower girl into the hall.

The eyes of all the guests moved forward with the footsteps of the two people, and a young man in a black dress entered people's eyes.

The middle-aged man with a straight face glared at the young man fiercely, and then handed over the girl next to him to the young man.

The guests applauded, but their expressions remained serious.

Marriage is a serious matter, and in the era of religion, people keep this in mind.

Amid applause, young men and women joined hands and walked to the priest at the front to receive God's blessings.

In the front row of the guest seat, a teenager secretly asked his brother next to him:

"Am I going to do the same next month?"

The boy was Vladis, and the object of his questioning was, of course, Cepes.

"You're just engaged, don't bother. Don't be nervous, just treat it as an ordinary banquet. ”

"Oh, I'm not nervous."

Vladis nodded in response, but looking at his expression, it was obvious that he was talking nonsense.

After receiving the news, the family send-off team from Hungary was less than 80 kilometers away from Targoves.

Out of courtesy, the Duke of Da'an had already brought people to greet them, and two or three days later, Tepes and Madame Maria would also take people out of the city at least five miles to greet the procession.

As soon as he thought of meeting his fiancée, Vladis unconsciously felt his heart beat faster, and his whole person was nervous.

"Third cousin, you are short of breath and your face is flushed, obviously you are nervous."

Stefan, who was sitting on the other side, muttered uncooperatively, and Vladis glared at him angrily, and Tsepes couldn't hold back his laughter.

The three brothers whispered, and the protagonist of today's wedding excitedly exchanged wedding rings.

Then the voice of Bishop Mitte rang out:

"In the name of the Holy Spirit, of the Father, and of the Son, I declare:

Arthur Sandria, married to Gina Muya.

Now, the groom can kiss the bride. ”

On March 18, 1448 in the Julian calendar, Arthur and Gina were married.

Bishop Mitte's voice fell, and Arthur took Gina into his arms, and the lips of the two kissed tightly together.

With this movement, the music played by the organ becomes cheerful, and the serious expressions of the guests turn into blessed smiles.

Of course, there are exceptions, such as Viscount Muya.

He had the same expression as when he handed Gina to Arthur, still with a straight face, looking angrily at Arthur, who was kissing his daughter.

On the other side, the Count and the Countess of Sandria had a bright smile on their faces.

Originally, they planned to hold this wedding at Nightingale Castle, but under the leadership of Tepes, they came to Targoviste.

Taking advantage of this shareholder wind, the Sandria family's status in the circle has taken another half step upward.

Like some big nobles who don't have much contact, and even have political disagreements, they are also invited to the wedding and give gifts.

For example, the relationship between the Chancellor of the Exchequer, the Marquis de Yo, and the Count of Sandria is not very harmonious.

One had gone to Hungary and the other to Ottoman, and both of them had deep pockets and had competed for the post of Chancellor of the Exchequer.

It seems that the two are like ice and fire, which can never merge.

But profit is always the best adhesive, and after complex operations, 'combustible ice' is not impossible.

Enmity with the Ottoman Empire, Count Sandria, needs a new political partner.

The Marquis de Yo faction, fearing for the future, also needs new allies.

With the appeal, the Count of Sandria sent out invitations, and most of the nobles of the Marquis de Yo's faction appeared at the wedding.

After the ceremony, the guests walked out of the natrium, and then it was time to socialize.

Count Sandria sent his wife to chat with the women of the Muya family, and he himself went to the small circle where the Marquis de Yo was.

The other party had already noticed him, smiled and took the lead in saying:

"Haha, old friend, congratulations."

"Thank you for your blessings, my old friend. If it's convenient, you can find a place to have a drink. ”

"Okay, what's going on now?"

The exchange begins with polite words, after all, it is a public place now, and you can only test the attitude of the other party, and many words are inconvenient to say clearly.

In two simple sentences, the two old foxes hit it off, and if they don't know the details, they will definitely think that the two have been friends for many years.

And at this moment, a person who looked like a butler hurriedly ran over.

The visitor looked very anxious, and he ran to the side of the Marquis de Yo and whispered in a low voice.

The smile on the face of the Marquis of Deyo gradually froze, and was replaced by anger.

Looking at the expression, the people around you know that they must have received bad news.

The others were about to ask, but there was another person who looked like a butler, and he ran to him in a hurry.

The guy was more flustered than the former, and he shouted at the top of his voice:

"Lord Earl, something is wrong!"

The person who came was Earl Clark's butler, who had been working for the Clark family for nearly twenty years.

An experienced housekeeper would be so gaffe, and the seriousness of the incident can be imagined.

Count Clark frowned, he knew his men, so he immediately asked:

"What's the matter? Say it! ”

"Master Cassis was attacked by bandits...... Misfortune...... Dead ......"

The butler choked up and said the explosive news.

"Cassis? It's the eldest son of Earl Clark. ”

"Oh my God! How is this possible! ”

The butler did not lower his voice, and many people around him heard his words clearly.

Someone exhaled, someone opened their mouth and was speechless in surprise, an heir of an earl, killed by gangsters, is definitely sensational news.

The emotional Earl Clark, with a pair of bloodshot eyes, stared at the butler deadly, and said tremblingly:

"You, say it again!"

"Master Cassis left the territory to deliver your horses to the race, but was attacked and killed by the gangsters, and unfortunately ...... ...... killed"

With these words, draining the housekeeper's whole strength, his face was extremely pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead and sideburns.

"Damn, how can the gangsters have such courage that even the count's heir dares to kill!"

"The recent skyrocketing price of good horses is likely to make some outlaws take risks for gold coins."

There was a lot of discussion, and before the shocking news was over, the Marquis de Dejo gritted his teeth and said:

"A day ago, my team's team was attacked, and two knights were killed, and the few horses they brought were all stolen."

The guests were shocked beyond measure, and even the Grand Duke, who was not far away, showed an incredible expression.