Take off the noble clothes, change into linen robes, and insert a small piece of plump ears of wheat in the sideburns.

Looking at his new image in the mirror, Cepes nodded with satisfaction.

This self-affirmation is all about distraction and to ease the tension in the heart.

Taking two deep breaths, he walked to the side door of the palace, took a small black donkey as a prop, and left the palace of Courtea.

As soon as he walked down the street, he saw a teenager standing by and smirking at him.

"Vladis, I didn't let you read a book, why did you sneak out!"

Tsepes's tone was very stern, he knew that this trip was extremely dangerous, and there was no need for Vladis to go with him.

"Yesterday you said that you want to take me to experience the atmosphere of the harvest festival together, and you are not allowed to talk!"

Vladis spoke with some grievances, but with firmness, and seemed determined to follow.

This stubborn teenager made Cepes weigh it in his heart.

If I die, Vladis will sooner or later become the next target of the church.

As a great nobleman, there are many things that cannot be measured by age.

Regardless of whether you are an adult or not, you must bear the responsibilities that you should bear, and you must face the risks that cannot be avoided.

This is the price that must be paid to enjoy privileges.

Making a decision, grabbing Fladys' hair, Tepes said with a smile:

"Stinky boy, like the donkey I lead, has such a strong temper.

If you want to go with me, put away the jewel ring on your hand, and then ride on the donkey, my noble young master. ”

Tsepes made a gesture of please, and at the same time wondered in his mind whether the donkey leader should be called a donkey man.

The brothers, one riding a donkey and the other leading a donkey, walked away from the Palace of Curtea without hurry.

At their side, there were four guards dressed in civilian clothes, three of whom were Ottomans and the other was a court guard beside Vladis.

After the migration of the Turkish ancestors, they merged with the indigenous people, and after hundreds of years, there were regional changes in skin color and appearance.

Their hair and eye color are the same as those of Romanians, so they blend in with the crowd and do not attract the sideways glances of those around them.

To the south of the Palace of Curtea, less than 500 meters away, is the Place de la Harvest.

In the square, there are various performances organized by the government, and at the moment, many civilians have gathered to celebrate the festival.

On the main streets of the city, there are also people who organize their own events, and the scene is also very lively.

The more repressive the rule, the heavier the burden, the more people need a lively festival to forget all their worries.

The city's nearly 50,000 residents take to the streets on harvest festival to enjoy a rare and relaxing time.

As a bait for walking, a place that is too lively, Tsepes is afraid to go.

The lines that Litam gave him were also streets with not too many people.

Of course, even if there are not too many people on the street, there are not too many pedestrians on the day of the harvest festival.

"Brother, look, there's someone playing the leaf flute over there, let's go over and listen to it.

Brother, look, there's a juggler there, let's hurry over.

Brother, why do you only lead the donkey stupidly, I didn't watch any of the wonderful performances. ”

Walking out two streets, the killer did not appear, and Vladis, who was initially excited, gradually began to complain.

"We want to be aware of the people's feelings, not to see the excitement, if you like it, tomorrow we will find all those artists and let them perform for you alone."

"Oh, okay. But even if it's a solo performance, I don't know how many times I have to watch these things a year. ”

Vladis was a little depressed, and when he traveled on a holiday, he felt the atmosphere, otherwise those crude performances would not have aroused his interest at all.

"Don't be frustrated, there are fruit sellers over there, let's buy some fruit to eat, and talk to the people around us by the way."

With a word of comfort, he led the little donkey and walked leisurely to the fruit stand.

"Boss, how much does this melon cost?"

On the fruit stand, there are lemons, sweet oranges, and cantaloupe, and Cai Pesh sees that the cantaloupe is good, and casually asks the price.

"One for eight deniers, two for fifteen deniers."

The owner of the fruit stall with a pockmarked face quoted the price of cantaloupe.

"Is your melon skin made of gold, or is the melon particle made of gold, why is it so expensive!"

In Tsepes's memory, there were only three or four deniers, and that was the price he paid when he left Wallachia three years ago.

"Don't buy it if it's too expensive, don't delay my business here.

You walk around this street and see if other people's stalls sell melons. ”

The meaty-faced boss was quite angry, and it seemed that he had used some special means to drive away all the competitors on the street.

Tsepeš was thinking about the killer, and he didn't bother to reason with the melon dealer, so he said casually:

"Pick one for me."

The owner of the fruit stall smiled proudly, picked out the smallest cantaloupe on the stall, patted it pretendically, and handed it to Cepes.

Obviously, he looked at Cepes and Vradis, both teenagers, and deliberately bullied them.

"Is this melon ripe?"

Tsepes saw that the boss was not authentic, and when he asked, he made a straight face, giving people a sense of authority without anger.

"I open a fruit stall, and I can sell you raw melons and eggs."

The boss was stunned for a moment, but immediately returned to his arrogant appearance, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Thanks to the unremitting efforts of the fruit stall owner, he finally succeeded in angering Cepes.

He lowered his tone and continued to ask, "I asked you if this melon is ripe?" ”

"You're deliberately finding fault, aren't you? Do you want melons? ”

The owner of the fruit stall continued to die, glaring at Cepes.

The four guards hidden around, all with their hands into their linen robes, were going to teach the fruit stall owner how to behave in a few minutes.

"I definitely want your melon to be ripe, so what if he doesn't ripen?"

As he spoke, Cepes loosened the reins and walked over to the owner of the fruit stand.

"What are you doing here!? Are you trying to steal my money! ”

Cepes approached, causing a huge reaction from the fruit stall owner, who pushed Cepes without any restraint.

Seeing this, the surrounding guards invariably drew their short swords hidden in their robes.

However, the moment before they could draw their weapons, they heard a whoosh, and a crossbow arrow shot from the rooftop of the street.

The crossbow bolt was aimed at the back of Cepes's head, and this shot would definitely pierce Cepes's head.

However, the damn fruit stall owner happened to push Cepesh hard.

Unsuspected, Cepes took a step back, his crossbow arrow grazing the base of his ear and striking the stall owner in the throat.

The boss with a meaty face, with his last hideous eyes, looked at Pesh incredibly.

The blood spurting out of the static artery stained the fruit on the stall red, and at the same time took the life of the fruit stall owner.

It all happened so fast that it wasn't until the fruit stall owner's body fell down and the pedestrians on the street realized what had just happened.

For all this, Tsepeshi knew very well that the killer who wanted his own life finally appeared.

Before the killer's crossbow was wound again, he didn't hesitate to get under a small cart beside him.

Almost as soon as he was hiding, a bolt flew again, but it was blocked by the planks on the cart.

This small cart is used by the fruit stall owner when he goes out to collect stalls every day, which may be the only good thing he has ever done in his life.