If you make a mistake, you pay a price, and Wawrinka knows that very well.

He did not defend himself and accepted Cepes's decision calmly.

"You lack the ability and experience, and you don't have enough authority to lead your fellow Swiss people."

Tsepeš spoke in a calm tone, and he was telling the truth, but that didn't mean that Wawrinka didn't have anything to offer.

"Don't be discouraged, being able to bring 3,000 people in just two months is enough to prove that you have the potential to become the leader of the mercenary group.

But for now, you still need to learn, find yourself a good teacher, and bring him to Wallachia. ”

"What do you mean, Lord Grand Duke?"

Surprised and surprised, Wawrinka understood what Cepes meant, but still wanted to hear him confirm for himself.

"After two days of rest, I will go back to Switzerland and bring two or three thousand more people.

At the same time, hire a mercenary leader who can convince the public, and he will manage the mercenaries, and you will be his deputy to accumulate more experience. ”

The words were very clear, Wawrinka was overjoyed, and this result far exceeded his expectations.

However, he was not carried away by the surprise, and immediately asked humbly:

"My lord, do you have any specific requirements for candidates?"

"It's not too demanding, as long as you have a lot of experience, just don't let your fellow villagers make trouble again."

This was suspicious of revealing Wawrinka's shortcomings, and his cheeks were hot, and he smiled awkwardly and nodded.

At dusk, all the centaurs arrived in Targoviste, went around to the south, and entered the city through the south gate.

Many civilians were full of curiosity when they saw the brigade entering the city.

There were those who were bold enough to stand more than ten meters away and ask out loud, only to learn that it was their Grand Duke, a hired mercenary.

The news spread quickly, and among the civilians, it did not cause much of a stir.

But in aristocratic circles, it caused quite a stir.

The nobles and Tepes agreed on the fight against the Ottomans, but this did not mean that there was no conflict of interests.

The arrival of a large number of mercenaries upset the inherent balance and made many nobles feel uneasy.

The Swiss mercenaries settled in the barracks south of the city, the five hundred monastic members quietly dispersed, and Tsepes returned to the Palace of Curthea.

On the surface, everything is back on track and in an orderly manner, but secretly, a secret meeting is taking place.

Secretaries of the Interior, Foreign Officials, Finance Officials...... More than half of the city's top bureaucrats took part in the secret rally.

The meeting place is at the Meek Gallery, which is the estate of the Earl Joe Meek, Secretary of State for the Interior.

In the name of the party, of course, the appreciation of the paintings, in the spacious exhibition hall, more than a dozen religious paintings were hung.

Due to the subject matter, all the paintings look like either crime scenes or horror movie backgrounds.

The nobles present were not preoccupied with painting, and the owner of the gallery, Earl Joe Meek, was the first to say:

"Ladies and gentlemen, a lot has happened recently, so let's share your opinions."

"Three thousand mercenaries, and hundreds of guys who don't know where they came from, and I don't know what the grand duke's plans are."

"In the past, Prince Hunyadi supported us, but now that he is married to the Basarab family, the future is very uncertain."

"It's really unsettling, don't clean us up in the name of fighting the Ottomans."

Everyone, you say a word to me, say the worries in your heart, at first it was more subtle, and then simply go straight to the showdown.

The aristocracy present was already an interest group, and they were all inclined towards Hungary, or rather, towards Janos Hunyadi.

The combination of many factors makes it difficult for them not to panic.

Of course, there are also those who believe that there is no need to overreact and that they will not be targeted by mercenaries.

After all the opinions were discussed, the Marquis de Dejo, the Minister of Finance of considerable status, said unhurriedly:

"The necessary worries should be deserved, but Prince Hunyadi will not join forces with Vlad against us, he needs us to disperse Wallachia's strength."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course you're sure, after all these years, can't you still see clearly?

Moldova and Wallachia both have forces supported by Lord Janos.

On our side, because the Ottomans intervened, it was relatively stable.

On the Moldovan side, the situation is in a mess, and eighty percent of it is due to Lord Baianos. ”

As the Marquis of Deyo spoke eloquently, all the nobles present nodded in agreement, which had the flavor of the Eastern European version of Sima Zhao's heart.

The backing is stable, and the nobles present are a lot more relieved, but there are still people who ask:

"Then you say, what are we going to do, when nothing happens?"

"Externally, in solidarity with him. Internally, we are united. ”

The words were very vague, but the nobles knew what they meant.

In the fight against the Ottomans, they could cheer for Tepes, and even contribute.

At the level of interests, their territories are added together, as if they are a country within a country, and cooperation is capital.

"It makes sense, as long as we reach an offensive and defensive alliance, all problems will be solved." Earl Clark replied.

"We have to be united, you have no problem with that, right?"

Earl Joe Meek nodded, then asked casually.

"I agree."

"No problem."

"Haven't we always been on one side, against the Ottomans, but also against other enemies."

……

The nobles expressed their stance, the united front became stronger, and the purpose of the secret assembly was achieved.

Then, I don't know who it was, I casually asked:

"Who are you participating in the Easter horse race?"

"Of course I want to participate, I have already written to ask my son to pick a few good horses in the territory and send them over."

"I don't care about the prize money, but I'm quite interested in the 'Grand Duke of the Dragon' trophy, which can be used to pee on my youngest son."

The Marquis of Deyo is quite presumptuous, and the high degree of autonomy of the lord has made these guys always one set on the surface and one thing in secret.

"Let's send all the good horses, no matter who gets the 'Grand Duke of the Dragon' trophy, we can pee in it together."

Earl Joe Meek laughed at it, and there was a burst of laughter, none of them smelling the smell of conspiracy in it.

In addition to making money, Tsepes has already made other arrangements, and Baron Karl, who has disappeared for two months, finally wants to experience the thrill of killing again.

In the past two months, he has gathered a team of 100 people with the gold coins given by Cepes.

Half of the whole team was made up of criminals and thugs, and the other half were mercenaries he had hired through other channels.

For the next month, they will be robbers, and the targets of the robbery are the fine horses that the lords have brought to Targoviste.

Of course, in order to ensure that the race is exciting and at the same time to be safe, it is impossible to steal all the horses.

But it is certain that there will be nobles who are unlucky, and many of them are laughing insolently at the moment.