A warm family gathering, held in the banquet hall, where the Duke of Da'an has arranged everything.

These days, he Rocky Jotunheim von Fredlaw day and night, and the whole person looks very tired.

As for whether it is day or night, it will be more laborious, and outsiders do not know.

And Tepes, on the other hand, gave him a new job.

"Cousin, tomorrow you go to St. Mary's Church, receive a group of craftsmen, and settle them in as good conditions as possible."

Apaca, Mitte and others did not come to the family feast of the Basarab family, and the heroes who returned triumphantly should enjoy time alone with their families.

Before parting, Tsepes had already made it clear to Apaca about these craftsmen, and it would be good to go directly to the handover.

Duke Da'an's slightly emaciated face showed a helpless wry smile, and he knew that when Tsepeshi came back, he would definitely become even busier.

Without hiding his reluctance, he spread his hands and said in a long voice:

"Okay, my Grand Duke, I'll do it tomorrow."

The Polish soldiers, with superior forces, attacked the weakly defended areas of the Ottomans, and the number of casualties was less than a hundred.

Duke Da'an was in a mood, work pressure was just a trigger, but the core of the problem was that he failed to trap his father-in-law.

"After arranging the craftsmen as soon as possible and getting everything in order, my cousin-in-law and I will lead our troops to Kosovo to fight the Ottomans."

Cepes saw him through, and his next words instantly gave him a shot in the arm.

Duke Da'an's expression instantly turned from cloudy to clear, but Lady Maria, who was not far away, frowned tightly.

"Still going to fight!?"

"Yes mother, after some rest, I will take the troops to Kosovo."

"Can you not go? Or let someone else take the troops? ”

"I'm afraid not, Prince Janos Hunyati, send a messenger to deliver a letter, I can't break my word."

"Damn Janos! Damn bastards! He ......"

"Mother, don't be angry, I just want to see how powerful the Ottoman sultan's personal guards are."

Cepes was calm and calm, and persuaded Lady Maria, who had been the ancestor of Arnos for eight generations, after all, Miss Emily was still at the banquet table.

Emily looked embarrassed, and Vladys looked embarrassed, but neither of them said anything to refute.

"Your Excellency, Prince Janos Hunyati, also for the sake of the big picture, our enemies are the Ottomans.

Mother, Vradis, Emily, cousin, cousin, Stefan, regardless of the future fight, we enjoy the time together! ”

Cepes skipped the embarrassing topic, and the atmosphere eased, but everyone had a pimple in their hearts.

……

In the middle of the night, when the feast was over, Emily returned to her room and threw two goose feather pillows to the floor.

The maid brought from Hungary picked up the pillow and put it back on the bed, lowered her voice, and said in a gloomy tone:

"Now, you should believe in your plan, it's the right one."

The real power holder of Hungary, the prince of the dignified state, must have a bigger plan to marry his only daughter to Vladis.

One day, something happened to Cepes, and Vladis was the successor of Wallachia.

By the time Emily has a child, the main lineage of the Basarab family, including Vradis, is expected to die soon.

Janos Hunyadi will prop up his grandson to the throne, and when the time is right, the Hunyadi family will become the new masters of Wallachia.

Emily didn't know the whole plan, but she had heard her father say that she wanted Vladis to become the Grand Duke of Wallachia.

According to Yanosh, only by doing this will his precious daughter not be wronged in the future.

At this moment, Emily stared at the maid, and after more than ten seconds, she lay on the bed without saying a word.

An innocent little girl, a dark seed in her heart, seems to be germinating.

……

At the Prime Minister's Mansion on Maple Grove Street, Duke Da'an and Amanda walked into the door arm-in-arm.

The moment they entered the door, their arms were separated, and in the past, the couple would go back to their rooms to rest without saying a word.

And this time, Amanda took the initiative to say very abnormally:

"There's a young man who seems to have taken a liking to me."

"Oh?"

Duke Da'an looked indifferent.

"Count Bathory of Hungary, that energetic and flamboyant young man."

"It's good, you don't have to tell me, just do whatever you want."

Duke Da'an's expression remained unchanged, not pretending, he hoped in his heart that Amanda could come out of the shadows.

And Amanda's face was full of disappointment, and what he said just now was just to stimulate Duke Da'an.

"Hey, let's rest, let's be together, thank you for your timely action today to save Cepes."

Duke Da'an has no feelings for Amanda, and he also has no hatred, only guilt.

He looked at the disappointed expression on Amanda's face, sighed softly and grabbed Amanda's arm, and the two walked into the room together.

During these days, the Duke of Da'an has been overworked, and tonight there will be a decisive battle.

The gorgeous and heavy feather bed shook violently up and down, and the two people on the bed were together, but the two hearts were thousands of miles apart.

……

In the Palazzo Curteau, in the bedrooms of Tepes, a dagger was inserted into the crack of the window, and the copper bolt was gently picked open.

The window opened, the breeze blew in, and a dark shadow leaped into the room.

"Coming?" Tsepes squinted his eyes and looked at the man by the moonlight.

"Would you like a drink?"

With his trademark smirk, Mirsa appeared at Tsepeche's bedside, and he really wanted to get a friend for a drink.

"Just one drink?"

Slowly sitting up from the bed, Cepes smiled and teased.

"Get out! Don't try to get me drunk! Last ......"

Memories of the recent past came flooding back with tears of laughter and tears, as did Cepes.

Two friends, pour a glass of golden water of life, let go of intrigues, let go of deceit, and open their hearts to each other.

"You know, against the Ottomans, I'm gambling......"

"Haha, it's really cool to stab that kid Muhammad with a big iron stick!"

"The gang of bastards of the Freedom Society, who have been honest lately, have not been in a hurry to build a new force in Targoviste."

……

Chatting and chatting, Mirsa was already slightly drunk, he was silent for a moment, and said:

"Marzad, probably my father, he killed my mother."

Explosive news, Tsepes's eyes immediately widened, and he asked very gossipy:

"Quick, tell me in detail, I'll help you analyze it."

In the morning, Mirsa witnessed the assassination of Tsepes, but he was too far away to lend a hand.

That feeling of powerlessness, like the feeling of facing facelings in a fantasy, Mirsa regarded Cepes as one of the most important people in his life.

Because of this, he decided to open his heart and share his deepest secrets with his friends.

Next, from the soul examination of the monastery to the peep eye of the gypsy witch queen, Mirsa spoke without concealment.