The unquiet night finally passed peacefully, and with the departure of uninvited guests, the town of Pharos returned to tranquility.

However, Tsepes, who was in the carriage, could not calm down.

Safety is threatened, freedom is restricted, and acting must always be maintained.

All of this forced him to come up with a brilliant plan of action as soon as possible.

After a day of traveling, Cepes thought about it for a day, until he came to a small town again.

Tsepeš did not get out of the car, he handed the family badge to Litham, and asked Litam to take the badge and go to the subordinate of the town to arrange accommodation for the night.

When the badge returned to Tsepes, he was already sitting on a chair made of camphor wood with a special aroma.

Across from him sat Arthur, on a marble round table, with Miss Gina's letters.

Because of last night's incident, the security level has been raised, and in addition to him and Arthur, there are four Ottoman soldiers guarding the room.

Throughout the house and around the house, a total of fifty Ottomans were arranged in Burale.

The nearby streets were also patrolled by Ottoman cavalry riding Arab horses, and the residents of the town had a sense of noise.

In front of outsiders, there was no way to say a lot of things, so Cepesz could only pick up the letter and pretend to read it, while chatting with Arthur very casually.

"How is Miss Gina feeling lately, has she practiced embroidery, and how many beautiful flowers have she shown?"

As he spoke, Tsepesch winked at Arthur, hoping that he would understand what he meant.

Arthur understood what Cepesh was referring to.

"Miss Gina's dedication to embroidery has never stopped, and I asked her some questions about it.

Recently, she has embroidered a total of 86 patterns, whether it is the elderly, children, or women, they all praise her embroidery skills more and more exquisite.

However, compared to professional craftsmen, there is still a lot worse after all.

Of these, there are only twelve works that satisfy the teacher who taught her embroidery.

The teacher said that it would take at least two or three more months of practice for Miss Gina's embroidery skills to be qualified. ”

I have to say that Arthur has the potential to do underground work, and in a word, he will explain everything that should be explained clearly.

Now, the secret forces recruited a total of eighty-six people, twelve of whom were qualified fighters.

The rest of the people have also improved, but they still need more than two months of training before they can form combat power.

This kind of recruitment and training progress, if it were this morning, must have thought that it was too slow.

The assassination made his thirst for power even more urgent.

Now, though, Cepes didn't think so, because at the end of the day, he had come up with a brilliant plan.

Many details could not be described to Arthur now, and Tsepes could only tell him a rough idea in code.

"Miss Gina doesn't have to worry, every good embroidery master needs enough practice to master the skills.

You tell her for me that I am going to hold a coronation ceremony on New Year's Day next year, so that she and all her family members will come to watch the ceremony.

I want her to embroider a blood-red rose as a gift for me. ”

Tepes decided to be crowned on New Year's Day 1448 in the Julian calendar, and at the same time on this day, to make a move against the Ottomans.

He wants to tell the world with practical actions in front of everyone that he is not a puppet, he will be a great monarch.

Although the information in the words was limited, Arthur understood the meaning, and a hint of determination flashed on his face.

However, soon his face was full of doubt.

"There are about four months to go until New Year's Day, isn't it too long?

With all due respect, there are some things that need to be considered in many ways, and many times, they cannot be based on their own ideas. ”

Arthur feared that the Ottomans, in order to take control of Wallachia as soon as possible, would not let Cepes wait so long for the coronation.

"My friend, your worries are unfounded, and I believe that my idea will be supported by Lord Braye.

You have a long journey, go to rest early, and I will give you a reply tomorrow during the day. ”

Fearing that saying too much would arouse suspicion among the Ottomans, Tsepeš duly ended the conversation.

When he makes a plan, the first thing he considers is feasibility, and since he decides so, then he is at least eighty percent sure that it will succeed.

The night passed, and the damned killer did not reappear.

Facing the rising sun and riding a fast horse, Arthur hurried back to his stronghold fifty kilometers away, carrying the newly written letter written by Tsepeche.

Because there were already more than eighty people gathered, it was no longer suitable to follow the Ottoman horse team all the way.

So just a few days ago, Arthur rented a remote courtyard that became a stronghold for the secret forces.

Women and teenagers are trained here, while Davar and a few others continue to disperse to recruit patriots.

Arthur walked into the courtyard and gathered all the veterans and a few prime men together.

He did not say the specific news, but only told these people that there is enough time now for the full training of recruits.

It was clear to those present that there were many things that they did not need to know, and that they did not have the right to ask, and that it was their duty to carry out orders.

The training of the secret forces is in full swing, and at the same time, more and more people are joining in.

On the other hand, Tsepes hurried every day, and when he arrived at the place where he landed, he hurried to practice swordsmanship.

The appearance of the killer provided a good reason for his daily training.

……

A majestic city in the plains of Wallachia.

The towering black stone city wall is like a coiled black dragon, guarding the tens of thousands of residents in the city.

Here, the capital of Wallachia, the ancient Targovistes.

The city, with more than 40,000 inhabitants, is the largest city in Wallachia.

You must know that the population of London at the same time was only 40,000, which is enough to see the heritage of Targoviste.

On September 11, 1447 in Julian calendar, Cepes stepped out of his carriage and looked out over the ancient city.

At the same time, the steel gate was slowly opened, and more than 100 people walked out in an endless stream.

Among them, there are nobles dressed in gorgeous costumes, knights with swords at their waists and swords in iron armor, and guards holding banners and wearing standard uniforms.

At the forefront of everyone was a young man with a young face.

With short fluffy black hair, innocent brown eyes, and a face that looks a little similar to Cepes.

He was dressed in a lilac aristocratic garb with a badge on his chest, exactly the same as the one on Cepes's chest.

"Your Excellency, the person who greeted us is here, do you want the cavalry to dismount first, and we will go over together."

"Okay, since I represent the Ottoman Empire, then the necessary etiquette is still necessary."

Today, Buraye wears a red robe with yellow silk threads embroidered with beautiful patterns.

On the top of his head, instead of the red felt hat, he changed to a white silk hat with a higher brim.

On his orders, all the Ottoman cavalry dismounted, and then he and Tepes, holding hands, walked towards the welcoming crowd.

The people who came over had different thoughts in their hearts when they saw Buraye's action.

Some people despise it, some people envy it, in short, people with different positions make different judgments at the first time.