Viscount Herva, in the light of the fire, did not look very good, his face was dark, as if covered with dust, and his eyes were turned on his niece and Alexander as he walked over, and his expression looked even more unsightly when he saw the horse dangling beside his niece.

Viscount had approached Morco to ask him about their actions when he first met the Montinates.

While an army from Rome and a nobleman from the Vatican are as exhilarating to most people as an angel sent by God, Viscount Herva certainly wouldn't be so naïve.

He needed to be cautious about the outsiders, who had heard about what the Teutonic Knights had done in Poland, even though they were in Bosnia.

About 100 years ago, at the Battle of Greenwald, the alliance of the Kingdom of Poland and Lithuania brought the once famous Teutonic Knights to a clumpender, but who would have thought that when the Knights first entered Poland, they were heartily welcomed by Poland from top to bottom?

The Poles of the time also believed that the knights from the West were sword-wielding angels sent by God to save and help them, but in the end the Poles found that they were greeted by a group of robbers who tried to eat them all out.

The viscount didn't know who the Count of Montina was, or that although he knew that this man had his own agendas, he might not be like the greedy knights of the Teutonic Order.

But the viscount did not dare to take risks in this matter, he needed to distinguish clearly, and even more so to make accurate judgments.

He had heard from Morko that some of the Montinas had deceived the Ottomans in disguise, and he was somewhat relieved to hear it, and he was glad to hear it, for at least it meant that the Count and the Ottomans did not have much of a good relationship.

The local Bosnian aristocracy had too much ambiguity with the Ottomans, and many of them had various private ties with them, even the Rowa, who had fought with the Ottomans at the side of the Grand Duke of Wallachia, often fought with the Ottomans while dealing with them secretly.

What drew Helva's attention was that the Count's men seemed to have a keen interest in the intercepted ores, which made the Viscount seem to have found some idea of how to get closer to the Count and establish a mutual cooperation.

However, just as he was about to inquire more about Morko, the intrusion of his niece's female companion interrupted his train of thought.

The Viscount was angry, but when his woman said that his niece had suddenly disappeared, the Viscount immediately became worried.

Like Viscount Helva, he was worried that it was Morco, and he didn't care at first, because he knew where Alosia had gone, but when he suddenly remembered that when he had been ordered to see the Viscount, Alocia had taken refuge in the creek outside the camp to avoid her uncle's men, Morko began to feel uneasy.

He watched with apprehension as the viscount sent someone to search for the camp first, and when he was sure that Aloxia was indeed not in the camp, Morco finally couldn't help but whisper that he saw the speculation that Aloxia might not be in the camp.

Hearing Morko's words, the viscount's face was ugly and terrifying, and he stared at Morko's face, and his lips opened and closed a few times in a row, but finally he didn't say anything.

He knew that if he continued to ask, he might hear something worse, and that was at stake in his niece's reputation.

The Bosnians were very conservative, in this respect they were more Polish than rather unrestrained bohemians, which is why most Bosnian nobles were dissatisfied with the extravagance and even chaos of the Hungarian court, especially with regard to the wife of King Ladisras II of Bohemia and Hungary, which for many Bosnians was synonymous with debauchery.

Because of this, Viscount Herva was even more angry.

He was not unaware of the relationship between Morco and his niece, which was mixed with youthful sprouts and shallow admiration, but he did not take it to heart, for it was just a trivial episode in his niece's upbringing, and it would not be long before they would find a huge distance between them, and then the young man would become settled, and the niece would treat this ignorant experience as a small joke.

But now that the niece had gone to have a private meeting with the young knight at night, it was beyond the scenes portrayed in those knights, and the Viscount wanted to punish the daring man for the terrible effects it might have on the reputation of the niece and the whole family if it got out.

But now the priority is to find Alosia, after all, it is in such a late night, and in this kind of place, thinking that there is a strange foreign army not far from his camp, and the viscount feels that his whole body is trembling because of the news he hears.

Because he could no longer hide it, he didn't care about the gossip that might cause it, so he had to send someone to gather all the people in the camp to prepare to go out to look for it, but the viscount would never have thought that as soon as he walked out of the camp gate, he saw the scene he least wanted to see.

The niece, accompanied by the young earl, was walking slowly along the other side of the creek toward the wooden bridge, and watched them talk happily under the moon, and if they did not know, they would have taken the moment as a love affair, but it was the horse that made the viscount feel worse.

He knew the horse, it was Morco's mount, and for whatever reason it was the Earl who was leading it, which made the Viscount feel that the relationship seemed to be a bit of a mess for him.

Viscount Herva walked up to the wooden bridge with a gloomy face, and he came to the two of them, first quickly and massively greeted his niece before greeting Alexander.

"Looks like you've gotten to know each other, Count?" Herva didn't know what to say, but he still tried to make his expression look natural, he could see that although his niece looked a little nervous, she didn't seem panicked, which calmed his mood somewhat, but when he looked at Alexander again, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, "But why haven't you rested so late, Earl, you must know that the mountains here are very cold at night, and if you are not careful, you may get lost." ”

Alexander was secretly amused by the fact that the Viscount seemed to be constantly glancing at the two of them, and at the same time he noticed that the knight named Morco was walking towards them not far behind the Viscount, and his expression was full of jealousy, anger, or something like that.

"It reminds me of my territory in Agri, which is also mountainous, and although it is different from Bosnia in many places, I believe that the experience in Agri will not lead me to go down the wrong path."

Listening to Alexander's words, he didn't know if he meant something else, Viscount Herva could only nod slowly, he knew that he couldn't let this topic continue, and even more so that these two people should continue to stand here like this and become everyone's talk, but before he could speak, Morco had already walked over.

"Earl, you are leading my horse." Molko whistled at his mount as he spoke, and the horse named Valcina immediately shook its neck with its ears cocked, and the reins broke free from Alexander's grasp, and then it hurried past Aloxia and the viscount and trotted towards its master.

Alexander shook his palms slightly, and the skin of his palms was in a hot pain just now because the horse had broken free from it, which made him even more sure that he seemed to have really made the knight angry.

"It's a small punishment, Count," Morko said in a low voice that only a few people could hear before Alosa could stop him, "it's an idea to warn you not to hit something that belongs to someone else." ”

"Shut up, Morco!" The viscount's face turned blue, he now felt that his niece and his men had caused him to lose people twice in a row, and to make matters worse, it might make the Count of Montina misunderstand that this was a deliberate arrangement.

"Earl, please forgive my men for being unreasonable," the Viscount said with a gloomy face, looking at Alexander's look that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, "but it's getting late, I think we'd better all go back first, and tomorrow I'll apologize to you solemnly." ”

"It's nothing, and I can understand it." Alexander said, looking at Alosia and Morco, "The young knight is desperate for honor and love, and I have done it before, and I am preparing to do it now. ”

Hearing Alexander's words, several people had different expressions on their faces.

There was anger and provocation in Morko's eyes, and he clearly took Alexander's words as some kind of hint, and Aloxia's expression was a little surprised, as if she was a little overwhelmed by this, only Viscount Helva's face was even more ugly than before.

"But your lord is right, it's getting late, we'd better all go back and rest first, and I'll come to visit you early tomorrow morning." Alexander bowed slightly to the viscount as he spoke, then turned and walked in the direction of his camp, surrounded by several hunters.

As their figures faded into the night, a neighing suddenly came from the darkness, and Valgina, who was held by Morko, seemed to respond, followed by a long neigh.

"Uncle......" Aloxia whispered, she quietly raised her head to look at the viscount who had been looking in the direction of Alexander's back, and seeing her uncle's gloomy face, she looked at Morco next to her.

Seeing Morco's helpless expression, Aloxia was just about to speak, but the viscount's deep and stiff voice came from her ears: "Let's all go back to sleep." ”

Aloxia looked up at the viscount with some surprise, she originally thought that her uncle would be furious and furious, but she didn't expect her uncle to even have a simple reprimand, which made Aloxia's originally nervous mood relax slightly at first, but then she raised it again.

She didn't know how her uncle would punish her, but with what she knew about him, it shouldn't have ended like this.

"It's been a terrible night, I mean it's terrible," Viscount Helva looked at his niece, and then at the somewhat apprehensive Morco beside him, his tone sounding more relaxed, as if the fire that was about to explode had vanished in an instant, but he did not give the two a second look, but said to Morko as he walked between them, "Go tell your father that he should come to me." ”

Morco looked at Alocia a little nervously, he wanted to ask if the count had offended her, but this was obviously not a good time, when he found his father and told him the viscount's orders, Morko saw that his father's shoulders seemed to have collapsed.

"I said you two don't have a chance, the threshold is too high, we can't climb high." The old man sat down and looked at the fire in front of him and sighed, "Lord Viscount is angry now, don't look at him and he didn't say anything, but it's because of this that things are worse." ”

"I'm going to ask your lordship," said Morko suddenly, "I'm a knight, and if I fight the Ottomans, I'll be his bravest vassal, and if your lord is going to reclaim the Duke of Zagreb's crown, I'm his bravest vassal, isn't that enough to propose to Aloxia?" ”

"That's why I said you're too stupid, if you think you can propose to Aloxia in this way, then why do you think no one else has made this request to the Viscount until now?" The old man looked at his son with a worried face, "And why do you think the old man looks at Aloxia so closely, the female companion around her easily does not leave her side, and the young people have almost no chance to contact her, why is this?" ”

Morco opened his mouth but did not speak, he knew that what his father said was right, although he was on the way to exile, Viscount Herva had always taken care of his niece meticulously and even cautiously.

Because of this, they have to be careful every time they meet, and sometimes they don't have much chance to be alone except for a glance at each other and a gentle touch of fingers that pass by at a moment's notice.

The old man stood up, slapped the sheepskin hat in his hand vigorously, and walked a little slumped towards the viscount's house.

"You go back, I'll go see the master, maybe things aren't so bad." The old man didn't reply, leaving Morco standing in the moonlight in a daze.

Viscount Herva was waiting, and although it was late at night, he was not in a hurry.

Seeing that Father Morco stood respectfully in front of him and saluted him, the Viscount motioned for him to sit near him, and then poured wine into the cup beside the old man.

"It's been a long time since we've been drinking like this, have we?" The viscount looked at the old man.

"I haven't drunk since I escaped from Zagreb," said the old man, who was not as apprehensive as he was when he mentioned the viscount in front of his son, but on the contrary seemed calm and composed, "I remember when you often invited me to drink. ”

"You often taught me how to wield a saber back then," Viscount Helva smiled, but soon the smile on his face faded, "I thought I was destined to be the Duke of Zagreb, and I never thought that I would be in exile like a wild dog now. ”

Listening to the Viscount's words, the old man looked at Helva, and when he was sure that he was not angry, he said, "I will tell Morco that he is never to disturb Miss Aloxia again, and if you think that this is not enough, I will find him a family as soon as possible." ”

Viscount Herva shook his head slightly, his gaze fell on the old man's face, and after a while he suddenly asked, "What do you think of that Count Montina?" ”

The old man looked at the viscount with some surprise, and after a pause, he shook his head: "Don't you wish to find the most advantageous family for Miss Alozia, although I don't know what you plan to do, but the earl doesn't seem to be very suitable." ”

"It's not very suitable, originally I had the Archduke Karl of Caniola in mind, or Cepes of Wallachia, but now it seems that this count is not bad," Helva said, turning to face the old man, "You know I swore that I would avenge my father and regain the throne of the Duke of Zagreb, so I trained Aloxia to learn Latin and the etiquette of the Roman nobility, and I carefully separated her from the other young men, Because we are always in a situation where young men and women are attracted to each other, I did all this, but your son almost ruined all my hard work. ”

Looking at the angry Viscount, the old man lowered his head slightly to avoid the angry eyes of his master, and after a while, the old man asked when the Viscount's anger seemed to be a little less: "Then how do you punish Morco?" ”

"Let him be my messenger and leave Aloxia far away." A gleam flashed in the viscount's eyes, "Now is a golden opportunity for me, I need the help of that earl, I know that if I want to become a duke, I must have the support of more people, and this time there is a good opportunity." ”

"Sir, do you mean the Bucharest party?"

"Yes, we know that a lot of people have decided to go to that party, and in addition to the Greek nobles of the Eastern Romans, there are a lot of people who will go there, and it will be a spectacular scene."

"Have you forgotten that it's Roy? Or are they others, most of them are Orthodox Christians," said the old man with some concern, "it is the Orthodox who killed the Duke and the Lord, and if you meet them in Bucharest, what good will it do you?" ”

"But don't forget that the Greek princess is said to have been supported by Vladislas II of Hungary, who was a devout Catholic." The light in the Viscount's eyes sharpened as he spoke, "Let your son go to Bucharest to deliver a letter for me, both for my sake and for his own good." ”

The old man nodded silently, he knew that the viscount had obviously made up his mind, as for who he wanted to marry Miss Alozya, as an ordinary knight, he was not qualified to ask.

"Let him go at dawn, I have already written a letter here to the Patriarch of Bucharest and some money, and tomorrow morning you will let Morco go, and I will see him again."

The old man took the tightly sealed letter and the heavy money bag, and looked at the golden coins inside, and the old man sighed secretly.

In fact, he had known that this would be the case, and now it seems that it might be a good thing.

Moulco would meet a lot of people in Bucharest, and maybe a lovely girl, and there would be plenty of opportunities there that could open the door to a new destiny.

As for Aloxia and the earl, the old man didn't think about what would happen to them, it had nothing to do with their father and son.

Many people didn't sleep well that night, and Alexander didn't even close his eyes until dawn.

For shortly after he returned to the camp, a messenger previously sent to Caniola brought back to him letters from Archduke Karl.

In the letter, the Grand Duke told him about Princess Caniola's actions, and brought him news that really excited him.

Sophia, appeared in Bucharest!