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The capital of the Grand Duchy of Moscow - Moscow.

In July, when it was raining lightly in London, it was sunny in Moscow.

The sun hung high in the sky, swaying and shining, but pedestrians on the road could only feel a faint temperature.

Although Moscow was the capital of the Grand Duchy of Moscow, it was a very small city, or rather, a relatively large castle.

There are only about 3,000 permanent inhabitants in the whole of Moscow, and the rest are either nobles or soldiers, not to mention that London is more than a little stronger than Paris, Florence, Milan, and even Edinburgh.

The whole city is made of huge stones, high walls, houses, streets, churches, and even palaces, which look so rough and eclectic.

If London's architecture is a craft of elaborate craftsmanship, then Moscow is a place of haphazard stone building blocks, so atmospheric and brutal.

Let the group of Italian artists see it, I don't know what kind of sigh to sigh.

Compared to Western Europe and England, Moscow is a wilderness.

No wonder the whole of Europe looked down on Muscovy, not even necessarily knowing.

Richard. Chandler sat in a carriage and drove through the streets of Moscow, with few pedestrians passing by, and when he saw the carriage with the royal flag, he knelt on his knees one by one, not daring to raise his head.

Richard, with his back to the carriage, did not even look at it, and he had turned a blind eye to such a scene.

Ever since he came to Moscow, he felt that Moscow was a hell in comparison to England.

Here, only the nobles were free, and the commoners, merchants, workers, and serfs were all prostrate at the feet of the nobles, and they could be taken by the nobles at any time, and the nobles received only a small fine.

Kneel, kneel, for the English it is a rite that belongs to God.

But in Muscovy, this became a basic etiquette.

In Chandler's view, the whole Muscovy, exactly like the Mongols, was a savage and greedy mob who knew nothing but plunder and aggression, but not restraint.

The entire Muscovy was the kingdom of the aristocratic class led by the Tsar, and except for the nobility, the rest were slaves.

If it weren't for the mission, he would have gone back a long time ago, without the slightest nostalgia for this place.

Thinking of this, Chandler's heart unconsciously sounded Ivan IV, the Grand Duke of Muscovy.

Ivan IV, whose full name was Ivan Vasilyevich (Иван IV Васильевич), was born in 1530 and succeeded to the Grand Duke throne in 1547.

Because of the lightning and thunder of this grand duke's birth, he was also called Ivan the Terrible (Иван Грозный).

He will also be called Ivan the Great, Ivan the Terrible.

The son of Vasily III, Grand Duke of Moscow, and his second wife, Elena Glinskaya, he was the first monarch in Russian history to be called Tsar.

Since his father was fifty years old, Ivan IV ascended the throne at the age of three, and his mother was temporarily regent, vying for power with the great nobles.

At that time, the fierce struggle for power, the dumping and murder of various groups had a profound impact on the formation of the character of Ivan IV and his activities, so from an early age he developed a strong-willed and ruthless character, agitated, cruel, and severely suppressed the nobles.

The tsar not only loved to massacre towns and cities during war, but also, to the point of slaughter, to the nobility.

He hated the struggle for power of the aristocracy, especially the great nobles, and in the seven years from 1565 to 1572 he slaughtered more than 4,000 of the great nobles, killing the Russian nobles in fear.

This brutality is integrated into his character, and sometimes he becomes irritable and kills everything, even his heir, Prince Ivan, who was mistakenly killed by him.

Two years earlier, the brutal emperor had conquered Kazan and bloodied the Mongol khanate, leaving only nine of the ancient lords.

From then on, the offensive and defensive changes between Moscow and the Golden Horde can also be called the beginning of the fall of the Golden Horde.

In the face of this brutal and powerful monarch, Chandler was terrified every time he met him, for fear that he would be innocently implicated and killed by mistake.

He has seen more than once that His Majesty the Tsar has lost his temper and slashed with his sword, whether it is the guards and maids, or the ministers, it is your bad luck to be killed.

Compared with His Majesty the Tsar, His Majesty Edward was really a wise man, amiable and respectable king.

From time to time, the carriage swayed, waking him up from his thoughts, and he couldn't help but smile wryly.

After staying in Moscow for more than a month, he was received more than a dozen times, and was either asked about the situation in England or Spain, and never mentioned the matter of trade.

What can he do about this, he doesn't have the courage to provoke this brutal Tsar, who knows if he will be hacked to death.

Soon, the carriage stopped, and Chandler knew that the palace had arrived.

He took a hard breath to calm his nervous mood and was prayed to Almighty God for his blessing and good luck.

With the groom's support, Chandler stepped down, followed by the guards waiting at the door, and walked step by step to the palace where they met.

The whole palace, in Chandler's opinion, was really unpretentious, and there was no other adjective except big.

But once inside the palace, you'll be absolutely amazed.

Extravagant Persian carpets lay on the floor, huge crystal lamps hung in the center of the room, and various gold ornaments were placed in abundance, shining with gold in the light of candles.

Even Ivan IV's body was woven with gold wire, and the jewels in the crown were as many as stars that they could not be counted.

The first time he saw it, Chandler knew he had dug a gold mine.

"Your Majesty, Envoy of the King of England, Richard. Mr. Chandler has brought! ”

The young guard, dressed in a thick coat and with a straight face, made a thick voice.

"Mr. Chandler, please be seated!" His Majesty the Tsar nodded to the guards, and then said.

The young tsar had a pair of thick eyebrows, an inverted trapezoidal face, triangular eyes, and a mean look.

Seeing His Majesty the Tsar smiling at him, Chandler said that this abnormal image made him shudder and his heart beat twice as fast.

"Your Majesty~" With a trill, Chandler hurriedly saluted and greeted him.

"Mr. Chandler, you've been in Moscow for a month, how do you feel about Moscow?"

"Very good, very good Moscow, Your Majesty, if I am appointed by the British King, I want to stay here for a long time!"

Chandler suppressed the trembling of his body and pretended to speak affectionately, suppressing it in pain!

"That's great, that's exactly what I mean!" Ivan IV replied with pleasure, with a lot of interest on his face.

Seeing this, Chandler wanted to smash his mouth at this time.