"Brother, I haven't seen you for three years, and you're finally back!"

The aristocratic boy who came towards him left all the maturity and stability he pretended to be behind.

He was like a child who hadn't seen his brother for a long time, and he ran and crashed into Cepes's arms.

This teenager is the third brother of Tepes, Vradis.

He had a total of five siblings, the eldest brother Mircia II, who died in assassination.

The fourth brother, Radu, remained as a hostage in Osman.

The youngest two siblings were too young, and when Tsepeš went to be hostages in the Ottomans, the two children had not yet been born.

The brothers, who are only two years apart, have been extremely close since childhood, so it's no wonder that Vladis is so excited.

"Stinky boy, I haven't seen you for three years, do you miss me?"

Similarly, under the influence of the memory of the original owner, Tepes laughed and took Vladis in his arms.

The brothers hugged each other for a while, and after a brief chat, Cepes introduced Braye to Vladis.

Vladis is still young, and he has no concept of hating the country, so he greeted Braye very happily.

At this time, the greeting team that came slowly also came to him.

A middle-aged man in a traditional Roman robe walks out of the crowd with a smile.

Looking at the person who came, searching for the notes in his head, soon Cepes remembered who this person was.

Tsepes's cousin, a member of the Basarab family, Duke of Da'an.

The Duke of Da'an, who controls a large area of western Wallachia, is also the current prime minister of the Grand Duchy.

Because he was too young when he left Wallachia, Cepes did not understand the cousin's political views.

However, judging by his traditional Roman robes, the cousin should have leaned towards the old school.

Tsepes smiled politely at Duke Da'an, and the two hugged each other and performed the traditional veneer salute.

In Wallachia in this era, people who were close, familiar, and of little different status had to practice this kind of etiquette, which made people a little tired.

Da'an and Burale were introduced to each other, and the other nobles greeted each other, and Tsepes responded one by one according to the memories of the original owner.

Of the more than a hundred people who came, less than ten were qualified to greet them individually, and in addition to a marquis and a marquise, there were several high-ranking officials of the principality.

The high-ranking vassals of the principality, who themselves carry titles and own their own land, are very different from those of the small town vassals.

After some red tape, the group walked towards the city gate, and the three hundred Ottoman cavalry, very unceremoniously mounted directly, bypassing the crowd and leading the way into the city.

They did this to ensure the safety of the city, to ensure that Buraya would not be killed as soon as he entered the gates.

For this kind of behavior, which seemed very barbaric, the people present, except for the Marquise, who looked at it with a little disdain, no one else said anything.

These high-ranking and powerful guys can mix in their current positions, and they are extremely deep in the capital, and they will never show their thoughts on their faces.

"Vradis, what about Mother? How is her body now? ”

Tsepes asks questions as he walks, and in the face of the original owner's family, he is afraid of being discovered that he is not the real Tsepes.

"My mother took my brother and sister to Moldovado, and she said it wasn't safe."

Little Vradis, whose face had been happy before, was immediately replaced by a sad expression.

The so-called insecurity, of course, refers to the assassination of his father and brother.

All the sadness in Vladys's heart was aroused at once.

Tsepes's mother, Maria Mushat, was the daughter of the Grand Duke of Moldova, Yalisandrumushat.

Even if the old Grand Duke Arisandro has died, even if her brothers are now fighting each other.

But returning to Moldova still makes this woman, who recently lost her husband and son, feel more secure.

Tsepeš tapped Vladys on the shoulder, and without saying anything more, the brothers got into a carriage and headed for the Palace of Curteaia.

The Ottoman cavalry, who had entered the city before, together with the city guards, were responsible for opening the way.

Through the small window of the carriage, Tsepes observed the scene on both sides of the street.

One prostrate civilian, one numb face after another, they seemed to have become accustomed to submission.

Occasionally, there are individual peeps, but they are also fleeting.

"Vradis, how are the civilians in the city doing lately?"

"Civilians? It should be a good life, listening to Da'an's cousin, people are preparing for the harvest festival. ”

"The day after tomorrow is the harvest festival, if you don't say it, I really forget, and when the festival comes, let's go out for a walk together."

Vladis was too young to ask anything from him, and Tsepes didn't ask any more.

The carriage slowly stopped, the brothers got out of it, and a magnificent palace of milky white appeared in front of Cepes.

The entire Palace of Curtea, covering an area of more than 100,000 square meters, is biased towards the Roman architectural style as a whole.

Vaults, small windows, intricate columns, various carved and rough animal-shaped decorations on the exterior walls.

In the square in the middle of the palace, there stands the 20-meter-high Sunset Tower, the top of which reaches to the sky.

Surrounded by the crowd, Tsepes entered the palace gates, where he paused slightly, smiled at Bulall beside him, and made a gesture of please.

At this moment, Buleye already regards himself as the prime minister of Wallachia and cares very much about his image in the eyes of others.

So, instead of entering the door arrogantly, he also made a gesture of please, inviting Cepes, the true master, to enter the palace first.

The small details were seen by everyone, and in their cognition, Tsepes had been equated with the puppet of the Ottoman Empire.

Those who were inclined to the Ottomans breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, thinking that the situation in the Grand Duchy could finally be stabilized.

People who are inclined to Hungary have everything as usual on the surface, but in their hearts they have already begun to scold their mothers.

They despised Cepes and even called him a lackey in their hearts.

But they also don't want to think about it, leaning towards the Hungarians, can they be noble?

As for the self-improvement faction, they can only sigh helplessly in their hearts, angry at them, and lament their misfortune.

Their ideals have always been great, but there has never been anyone who is willing to put down their bodies and make any changes in a down-to-earth manner.

Everyone was thinking about their own thoughts, but Cepes had already stepped into the palace, and although he had been gone for three years, the memory in his mind was like yesterday.

Walk through the marble-paved corridors, bypass the tranquil and fragrant gardens, stop in front of the Sunset Tower, and the last group of people heads to the stately council chamber.

Now, it is already the tail of the Middle Ages, the cold Iron Throne, and the hard stone shrine have all been eliminated by the times.

At the top of the chamber is a soft and comfortable high-backed chair, filled with white goose feathers under the smooth flannel surface.

The wooden armrests on both sides are inlaid with sapphires and emeralds, and at the top of the back of the chair is a large ruby.

The back of the seat is designed to be very high, so even if someone sits on it, it is like a ruby with red eyes, and it will not be obscured.

On the wall directly above the seat, the badge of the Basarab family hangs, announcing to everyone in the chamber that this is the territory of the Basarab family.

Tsepeche, a descendant of the self-depraved Basarab family, stood at the door of the council chamber and did not enter.

He will only sit down in that valuable chair after the coronation ceremony, after he has proven himself to everyone.