On February 20, 1448 in the Julian calendar, all those on the Zartya list arrived in Targoviste.

Tsepes was about to receive them, and at the moment, he was furious in Marzad's room.

"What about people!?"

With anger in his eyes, Tsepeš stared at Marzad and asked.

He hadn't seen Mirsa since the day of his hangover, and it had been more than half a month.

Marzad disappeared at the same time and did not reappear at the Palace of Coultia until half an hour earlier.

In the face of Tepes's anger, Marzad appeared unusually calm, and he said in an indifferent tone:

"Mirsa is being punished, and you have no right to intervene."

"Nail to the wall, waiting to die of thirst and starvation!?"

Tsepes questioned loudly as he grabbed the Bible from the table and slammed it into Marzad's face.

The corner of the book wrapped in brass smashed into Marzzard's eyebrow bone, the flesh was cut instantly, and blood dripped down his eyelids.

Marzad was unmoved, and still said coldly:

"Mirsa is my student, and you have no right to ask how I punish him."

"I am God's Favor, and you need to obey my commands!"

You have to obey my orders, "You don't care how you punish Mirsa." ”

"In terms of fighting the infidels, I will indeed listen to you, but you have no right to intervene in the internal affairs of the secret society."

Three consecutive 'no right to ask' is enough to show Marzad's attitude, and Tsepes also knows that he is powerless.

He suppressed the anger in his heart and said in a voice as infectious as possible:

"You know what? Mirsa has always treated you like a father, he said it himself.

Even if everyone betrays you, he won't. ”

"I am his teacher, I punish him, I correct his mistakes, so that he can become stronger."

Under the new strategy, Marzad finally gave a positive answer, and it can be heard that Mirsa's life is not in danger.

Tsepes's heart was reassured, and then he changed to a questioning tone:

"Wouldn't it be nice to let him live more freely?"

He lived to serve God, and so did I.

If the mistake cannot be corrected, then there is no need for him to live. ”

It is difficult for ordinary people to understand the truth of extremists, but what they say is their code of conduct.

In this regard, Tepes has no choice, he only hopes that Mirsa does not want a tendon, and when it is time to compromise, a compromise must be made.

"Keep Mirsa alive if you are really a qualified teacher."

With a few words, Tepes brushed his sleeves away, and in the sunset square, one hundred and sixty-five seeds were waiting for him.

……

Ajsh Monastery, the dark and filthy basement, where Mirsa had been locked up for ten days.

For ten days, with no water or food, Mirsa's lips were chapped, her cheeks were sunken, her mind was foggy, and she was in a state of near-death.

If he hadn't licked the dew from the dungeon walls every morning, he would have been dead.

Squeak squeak......

In the dungeon, Mirsa was not alone, a small mouse the size of an egg, making a faint cry.

Of course, the reason for not being lonely is not because of mice, but because of the people who eat mice.

The faint cry stopped abruptly, and a guy with extremely pale hair, eyebrows, and skin, grabbed the tail of the mouse and swallowed it whole.

This guy is Mirsa's cellmate, and the people of the hermit sect call him a 'demon'.

Obviously, a little mouse is far from being able to fill the belly of the 'demon'.

So, a pair of blood-red eyes looked greedily at Mirsa.

"Come to me, boy, you will surely die, don't waste the delicious corpse."

The 'devil' made a very environmentally friendly request, and every day someone brought him a small amount of food and water.

But this is far from satisfying his appetite and taste buds.

Mirsa's lips moved slightly, but it was conceivable that what he was about to say was certainly not a good thing.

He felt that his life was about to wither, and his soul had been stripped of more than half of his body.

And at this moment, many images that have never existed in his memory continue to appear in his mind one after another.

A woman with wheat-colored hair is the protagonist of all these images.

Fetching water, washing clothes, tidying up the house, in the picture, women do all kinds of things.

The only thing that is the same is the smile on her face and the love in her eyes.

Mirsa could deeply feel that all these eyes were looking at him.

Is she my mother? It's a beautiful thing to be able to remember what your mother looks like before you die.

Beautiful pictures, beautiful feelings, so that Mirsa, has a beautiful imagination.

However, the next moment, a burly man appeared in all these images.

Mirsa couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he could feel that the man was living with the woman before him.

Father? Sure enough, it's a guy who hides his head and tail, and he can't even see his appearance.

Mirsa thought so, and his life was one step closer to the end.

And these sudden pop-up pictures are not over.

After experiencing the first happiness, the man and the woman begin to argue, and the picture shows that their differences are getting bigger and bigger.

The conflict escalated, and the man wielded an axe and cut off the woman's neck.

The blood almost stained the whole picture red, and the woman cast a loving look at her for the last time, and then closed her eyes forever.

The faceless man, armed with a sharp axe, walked up stiffly, and this was the last image that appeared in Mirsa's mind.

This is not true! This must not be true!

All the pictures are my fantasies before I die, all of them are fantasies!

Mirsa wanted to roar, but he didn't even have the strength to make a faint sound.

The strong stimulation made him completely lose the desire to live, and only hoped that the sickle of death could be waved cleanly.

Mirsa was dying, and in the next cell, the 'demon' stretched out his arms vigorously, hoping to drag Mirsa in front of him.

Then, a holy white light suddenly appeared and shone on Mirsa's body.

Mirsa's eyelids trembled, and he tried to look into the light, and he saw that Cepes was coming towards him.

Then, everything was calm and Mirsa lost consciousness completely.

……

In Sunset Square, a square of more than 100 people lined up neatly, and every soldier had to show his best side.

Since the founding of the Principality of Wallachia, no army has been inspected in Sunset Square.

In the face of such an honor, their hearts were excited, and even more excited was that a young man wearing a silver crown was striding towards them.

Tsepes wears armor and a long sword at his waist, both in temperament and attire, giving people a sense of majesty and domineering.

He came to the soldiers, his eagle-like gaze swept over their faces.

PS The date of Vanders' engagement has been changed to April.