After a warm greeting to each other, the ladies got on the bus, the men rode horses, and the group headed to Targoviste.

At the front of the line, Stefan craned his neck and kept peeking at Cepes and Vladis on either side.

This performance is completely because of the weakness of the heart, Emily's beautiful face will be all his previous analysis, and the blow will be sparse.

Vladis looked absent-minded, thinking about his beautiful fiancée, and didn't have time to talk to Stefan.

On the other hand, Cepes didn't have time to trouble him, and he had something to say to Laszlo:

"I wonder if your father made any requests for this marriage before leaving?"

"Twenty thousand gold coins, send it tomorrow before the sun sets, otherwise, I will take my sister home directly."

Laszlo replied in a very impulsive tone, and historically, he was beheaded because of arrogance and impulsiveness.

And Tsepesh, who admires his character, is a difficult old fox, and it is definitely a great thing to have a second stunned eldest son.

With this in mind, Tsepes kept a smile and continued:

"Of course I will honor the agreed things, and the 20,000 gold coins have been placed in your residence."

"Well, that's what it sounds like. I have here a letter from my father, and I will give it to you after confirming the number of gold coins. ”

Laszlo nodded with satisfaction, his expression still arrogant, and he was very proud of completing the task assigned by his father.

Without much further communication, in about half an hour, the mighty procession entered Targoviste from the West Gate.

In recent days, the streets of the city have been exceptionally clean, and even the air has been much fresher.

It's not because of the arrival of distinguished guests and the deliberate cleaning, but in recent days, a new profession has emerged in the city.

In the streets and alleys, there are always people pulling a small wooden cart with thin wooden planks in their hands, looking around the street.

For this kind of people, everyone calls them 'shovel officers', thin pieces of wood are the tools of crime, and small wooden carts are dung containers.

When they saw the dung on the street, they immediately rushed over, bent down and shoveled the dung into the small wooden cart with a thin piece of wood in their hands.

They definitely don't have a fetish for collecting, and they do this just to feed their families.

Not ridiculed, not humble, they give in their labor, they get paid, that's all.

The reason for this is the result of Tsepeš's unintentional insertion, the agricultural guidance, and the additional products.

Wheat is sown in early March and germinates in a few days, and the seedlings are tall and strong compared to the manure state.

The plan is effective, countless people rush to it, and overnight, the value of feces has skyrocketed many times.

In the countryside, everyone produces and sells their own manure, and the city becomes the main supplier of manure.

In this era, there are no toilets, and the countryside can solve the problem in the corner of the yard, and as for the city, it is the most common practice to pour the feces and urine in the commode bucket into the street.

The supply is abundant, profitable, and gives rise to new professions, so there's nothing to fuss about.

Of course, most of the people who do this are homeless people with no fixed income, and they belong to the lowest level of society.

They are not demanding, pay hard work, sweat, in exchange for a family, can barely survive.

On the other hand, it is a good thing to have fertilizer for crops, jobs for homeless people, and clean up the city.

Laszló and the other Hungarians looked left and right as they walked towards the Palace of Curteau.

Many people believe that the streets here are specially cleaned to welcome them.

Led by Laszlo, most of the people held their heads high, and the arrogant Hungarians were even more proud.

……

Coppersmith Street, located in the east of the city of Targoviste, as the name suggests, most of the people who live here are craftsmen.

At the same time, the street has another name, Roma Street. It is home to a Roma population.

Of course, they call themselves Roma, but other peoples usually call them Gypsies.

The Gypsies scattered throughout Europe generally live in poor conditions, and the first impression is that they are all beggars and pickpockets.

In Wallachia, however, the situation is much better, with a large number of Roma working as coppersmiths.

Of course, everything cannot be generalized, and there are always some people who have no skills and want to engage in other jobs.

Bruce is a Roma, and a few days ago he was honorably a shoveler, and he is responsible for all the filth on Coppersmith Street.

Although it is a little dirty and tiring, at least this work is not life-threatening.

Thinking back to more than a month ago, in the thrilling arena of life and death, he would rather diligently shovel for the rest of his life.

No matter how big a person goes to the city, for the lowest level of laborers, they still have to work.

He was holding a thin piece of wood, pulling a small wooden cart, and patrolling the coppersmith street, when a young man suddenly called him out.

"Hello, Lady Elansol, do you live on this street?"

Elansol, the Gypsy Witch Queen, Bruce certainly knows and knows where to live.

But in the eyes of Christians, gypsy witchcraft is a cursed heresy, and no one dares to speak of it openly.

So, he shook his head stiffly and said:

"I don't know, you're in the wrong place."

It is not difficult to see that he is talking perfunctory nonsense, and the young man continued after a little thought:

"I heard that Ms. Elansol can help people see the past and the future, and I came to her for help."

Listening to the young man's words, Bruce immediately became nervous, and he looked left and right to make sure that there was no one around, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"If you don't know that person, you leave quickly, otherwise you won't have your good fruit to eat."

If you want to live for a long time, you must be cautious enough, Bruce not only did not lead the way, but drove away the young man who asked him.

"Hehe, I broke a guy's three ribs before he revealed the news of Elansol.

You'd better lead the way, or I'll guarantee you'll be hurt worse than him. ”

The young man smiled sarcastically at Bruce's threat, not taking it seriously at all.

"Have you ever heard of the clown, in the flea street life and death ring, kill the clown of the flesh crusher.

I might as well tell you, the clown is me, if you don't leave obediently, don't blame me for being unkind! ”

Bruce looked at the Roman broadsword in the young man's hand, and his heart was lacking in confidence, so he could only pretend to be vicious and mention the glorious achievements of the past.

"Joker? I've heard of you, how did you win that day, don't you have points in your heart!? ”

At the beginning of the life and death ring, Tepes took Vladis and others to watch the whole process of the game between the clown and the flesh crusher.

In the small group, only Mirsar was not present, so the words of the youth could only be heard.

The man who came was Mirsa, and he sought out the gypsy witch for himself, not for God.

The soul torture of the monastery has led to the illusion in his mind, and he has been looking for the answer.

In order to learn the truth, he will stop at nothing, even if it is a deal with an evil gypsy witch.