Armed with a gift from Viscount Muya and a letter from Miss Gina, the group continued towards Targovishtay.

At the end of the day, after driving less than 30 kilometers, I arrived at the place where I stayed.

As for the lifestyle of the European aristocracy in the 15th century, Cepes was too lazy to study, and there were only two things he had to do now.

Practice swordsmanship, and look for the marks left by Davar.

The result was somewhat disappointing, and after a long walk around the stables, looking at everything, still found nothing.

The only thing to be thankful for may be the progress in swordsmanship, and Professor Litam's move skills have been mastered by Cepes.

As for the breathing technique, it is still in the stage of not being able to do it, and it must go through a lot of running-in exercises before there is an epiphany.

In this way, every day I traveled, practiced my sword, and walked around the stable.

Dealing with the Ottomans is also an essential lesson, and the more time passes, the more you can win the trust of your enemies.

The more trusted you are by the enemy, the more powerful it will be at the moment of your outbreak.

On the fourth day, just when Tepes thought he had been released by Davar, the familiar simplified numbers finally appeared on the fence of the stables.

A small 'nine' character is engraved at the most inconspicuous bottom of the stable fence, and it is difficult for people to find it without deliberately looking for it.

In a matter of days, Davar had recruited nine people he could trust, which was a good sign, no matter how fast or slow his progress was.

Secretly saying 'come on, brother', in his heart, Tsepes began his own efforts.

The short sword and round shield seemed to be part of Tsepesh's body, and he stabbed and blocked, constantly adjusting his breathing and strength.

From the sky getting dark, practicing until midnight is approaching, the breathing and exerting skills that could not touch the threshold before finally allowed Cepes to grasp the rhythm of a little bit.

Finally finding a rhythm and not letting it slip through his fingertips, Cepes pulled himself together and practiced all night.

Tired and sleepy, he could not resist the excitement of Cepes's heart, and it was not until he got into the carriage that this excitement gradually disappeared.

Tired and sleepy, Tsepes, who could not care about the bumps of the carriage, slept all the way in the carriage and did not even eat lunch.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a slightly serious face from Brayle.

"Tsepesh, I heard that you practiced swords all night last night.

Young man, is it really just because you are insecure that you train yourself so harshly? ”

Oops, the other party was suspicious of me, was too excited last night to ignore this.

There must be a reasonable reason to dispel Braye's doubts, what should I say?

Cepes maintained the appearance that he had just woken up and could not concentrate, so as to delay the answer to the question as much as possible.

Yes, it's a way to kill two birds with one stone, so that's it.

Half a minute, Cepes thought of a way to deal with it, and a shy expression instantly appeared on his face.

"Your Excellency, you are right, I worked hard to practice my sword last night, and I do have other purposes.

It's just that I'm embarrassed to say it now, and tomorrow, tomorrow I promise you'll know why. ”

The answer that was not the answer made Braye fall into thought, and a pair of suspicious eyes stared at Cepes's slightly embarrassed face.

Because before, Cepes had gained enough trust from the other party, so Buraye pondered for a moment and did not ask any further questions.

"Get ready, you're about to arrive at Nightingale Castle and change into your noble attire."

Bulale left, the door closed, and Cepes breathed a sigh of relief, and then changed into his flamboyant, but not very comfortable, clothes.

The majestic Nightingale Castle, standing on the banks of the River Vedea, has a history of more than 200 years.

Whether it was the arrival of the Hungarians or the invasion of the Ottomans, the castle was firmly in the hands of the Sandria family.

The moat is more than ten meters wide, there are countless battlements on the quaint city wall, and the nightingale flag fluttering high.

All this is like a declaration that whoever wants to occupy this castle will pay a terrible price.

Tsepes stepped out of the carriage and stood beside Braye, looking at the castle a hundred meters away, and slowly lowered the drawbridge.

Tall horses, with brisk steps, walked out of the old castle.

On its back, sat a gray-haired aristocratic male, none other than the owner of the castle, Count Sandria.

Behind the Count, a dozen men followed him out of the city, including the Countess, and the Count's two sons, as well as several minor nobles subordinate to him.

More than a dozen horsemen rushed in the direction of the convoy, although they knew that there was no danger, but the 300 Ottoman cavalry accompanying them still listed the attack formation.

When there were only twenty meters left in the convoy, the people from the castle slowed down their horses.

More than a dozen people turned over and dismounted, walking the last ten meters of distance.

"Your Excellency, Envoy, friends, welcome to Nightingale Castle.

Allow me, as good as the landlord, to welcome you. ”

Compared with the little nobles he saw before, Count Sandria's whole temperament is more than one grade higher.

Sandria then looked at Tsepes and smiled kindly.

"Tsepeche, I haven't seen you for a few years, and you've grown into a big man.

I remember when you were a child, every summer, you pestered your father to take you here to play. ”

The nagging and homely way of speaking of the elder Sandria made Tepes feel both cordial and a little caught off guard.

He quickly recalled the memories of the original owner in his mind and found all the fragments of Sandria.

The result was instantaneous, and as Count Sandria had said, before being taken hostage, Cepes was indeed a regular visitor to Nightingale's Castle.

Moreover, Sandria's second son, Arthur, was Tsepesh's best playmate when he was a child.

A few days ago, when I heard Gina pour bitter water, Tsepeshi felt that the name Arthur was very familiar.

However, he didn't recall the memories of the original owner carefully, so he couldn't remember Arthur.

As for Sandria's eldest son Ferko, Cepes has also known each other since childhood, but because the age difference between the two is more than ten years, there is not much contact and they are not familiar with each other.

Originally, Tsepes had planned to pull Arthur into the gang, but now it seems that he would tie him to his own warship.

All kinds of thoughts flashed, and Cepes said with a bright smile:

"Hello Uncle Sandria, we haven't seen each other for several years, may you and your aunt always be in good health."

As he spoke, Tsepes greeted him and made a traditional veneer salute with the Sandria family.

The Countess, about forty years of age, whispered to Cepes during her veneration:

"Tepeche, Arthur has been in a bad mood lately, if you have time, please talk to him."

"Knowing Auntie, I also have a lot to say to Arthur."

Arthur's lifelong happiness rests on me, Tsepesh added in his heart.

The next person to perform the veneer salute was the earl's eldest son, Ferco.

Ferrer's hair was slightly yellowish and his eyes were a clear pale blue, and it was clear at a glance that he was not a pure Romanian.

His mother, the first wife of Count Sandria, was a noble lady from Poland.

Marriages between nobles of various countries were very common in Europe.

Later, the Polish noblewoman died of illness, and the Count of Sandria continued his current wife, who was Arthur's mother.

Politely and Ferrer, with a light touch on his face, Cepes walked over to a sturdy young man who had been smirking beside him.

"Friend, long time no see."

"Long time no see."

Because of the memory of the original owner, he has a natural closeness to Arthur.

Without much to say, and with an understatement of greeting, the two young men walked shoulder to shoulder towards Nightingale's Castle.