On an open windowsill, a cat was lazily lying on it to bask in the sun.

The weather in this season is the favorite of cats, and it is warm but not hot. If you lie in such afternoon sun, you will have a nap. Needless to say, it is a cat. Even people often feel that there is nothing else needed at this moment.

A very clean and beautiful face appeared at the window. The young woman reached out to pick up the cat who was sleeping in a daze from the windowsill. When it made a resentful cry because it was disturbed and straightened its limbs to protest, the young woman hugged the cat in her arms, and sat on the windowsill with her body on the side.

The window is very high from the ground. Looking out along the slightly sloping street outside the window, you can see the entire street and a small open area a little further away.

The young woman looked at a group of soldiers on the open ground with interest. She always lie curiously on the window to watch the men doing strange things. Although her father taught this lesson several times because of this, she didn't listen.

It was not long before the soldiers arrived in Montina. They were said to be under the owner of the repaired castle, but the young girl did not care about this. She was interested in what the men were doing.

If the girl hadn't seen them holding the terrifying weapon called musket in their hands, the girl had begun to suspect that these people were either practicing dancing or a large group of lunatics.

This is because they didn't get weapons at the beginning, so they saw a group of people standing in rows of empty hands in the open space, which was strange and nothing, but when they moved, it seemed very strange.

The people in the front row sometimes stood and knelt down, as if they were holding something in their hands. Then they turned around and handed the invisible thing to the people in the back row, and at the same time seemed to take something from the people behind, and then continued to kneel down in front of them.

These movements don't look very neat, but the woman knows that because of this, they have been repeating these movements repeatedly, the movements she sees as if they are dancing some unknown country dance.

What made her think this way was because once when she was humming a local song inadvertently, she actually coincidentally beat the movements of these people, which made the young women feel extremely interesting, so every day when they saw those soldiers doing those strange things, they would accompaniment for them on the windowsill at home.

Her father was very angry and thought it was a bit dangerous, but after scolding her daughter a few times, he was too lazy to care about her. Fortunately, her daughter just liked to lie far away on the windowsill of her home to watch those soldiers. If she went to hook up with those people, he would definitely not agree.

When my father didn't care about the trivial matters at home, he still had even greater difficulties now.

As the best local architectural craftsman in Montina, Pompeni has always been proud of his craft, but now he may be losing his job.

This starts with the Earl who just arrived in Montina a few days ago.

Montina's castle is an ancient fortress with a long history. It is said that the first to build this castle was the ancient Romans, which was to resist the barbarians of that time.

Over the years, the original castle has long disappeared, and a new castle has been built near the original castle, and the construction has never stopped. Every once in a while, someone will always build and improve it on the basis of the original castle, so the name of Montina's new Baobao Castle gradually spread.

If the New Fort is just a fortress, then the name Montina is not a separate city, but refers to the entire Montina area.

Because of its convenient transportation, although Montina cannot be compared with places like Rome and Florence, it is still a rare and prosperous area. More importantly, the castle that seems to have never stopped repairing for many years has created a long-term job for the locals.

Pompeni is one of these people who rely on building castles and supporting their families to make a living. With much better skills than others, Pompeni can get a good salary. This money not only makes his family live a good life, but also allows his daughter to go out to work for others like other women, but can lie on the window and hold her beloved cat and watch the soldiers' "dance".

But the new Count suddenly ordered the restoration of the castle.

Pompeni's world collapsed all of a sudden.

He really wanted to find the Earl to question him, if you don’t build a castle, you should be the Earl of Montina, hurry up and go back to your countryside called Agri to grow wheat.

But Pompany just thought about these words in his mind, but he actually didn't dare to say them.

Just look at the soldiers brought by the count, Pompeni felt a little scary, especially those Agris with typical southern accents. Their sharp eyes make people feel scared from the bottom of their hearts, and the strong smell of blood that some of them can smell shows that these people have just walked down from the terrible battlefield.

Such a group of people would not care about killing a few more people, and even the best-skilled construction craftsmen in Montina may not make them hesitate.

Pompeni wondered if it was time to go out and find a job.

A familiar shout came from outside the window, and those who were in the army were crazy again.

Pompeni was impatiently ready to close the window of his room, and now he felt annoyed when he saw Agri in strange clothes.

A figure passed under the window attracted Ponpenny's attention.

The house of Ponpenny's family is very high. If they had not come to his house specifically, they would not have passed by his window. In that direction, it was his daughter's room.

Pompeni suddenly became alert, and what made him care was that the man seemed to be wearing the weird clothes of the Agri soldier.

Women are always more or less curious about the soldiers. When they remember that their daughter had always crawled in front of the window and watched the soldiers' "dances" in the past two days, Pompeni couldn't help but feel even more nervous.

He hurried out of the room and went to the corridor. Because his daughter's room door was closed, he immediately ran back to his room in anger, poked most of his body out of the window, trying to see the window of his daughter's room behind the corner.

At this time, in the narrow aisle below the window, a young soldier riding on a horse looked up at the craftsman's daughter.

The window was a bit tall, and the craftsman's daughter needed to tilt half of her body out of the window to see the soldier.

Although I don’t know the status of these foreigners, looking at the soldier’s clothes, the girl guessed that he should not be the ordinary soldiers.

The young man was wearing a black velvet jacket, and the armor inside was exposed to the wide and long sleeves on his elbow. It can be seen that the armor seemed to have been trimmed because the arm armor protective piece that should have been smooth was new and old. It seemed that the armor had been with the master's fierce battle.

He was covered with a short cloak behind his shoulders, which made the craftsman's daughter feel that he looked very different from other soldiers.

At this time, the young man was looking up at the girl in the window. He happened to see me pressing her chest against the windowsill when she leaned out and huddled up the pair of snow-white peaks.

"This is the mountain I've ever seen that I want to climb the most," the soldier sighed, and when he saw the girl appearing a slightly red face in his words, the soldier smiled.

"I saw you laughing while watching us train, and you were muttering. What are you talking about?" the soldier asked curiously.

"Why are you asking this? Do you want to say that I am not allowed to see your training, or do you not allow me to linger?"

The craftsman's daughter deliberately raised her face. She felt that the young soldier under the window was not so annoying, and it was different from those who had met before. Although he had just taken some verbal advantage, she didn't feel very angry.

"I'm just curious about what you're talking about. Your appearance makes me feel like you're laughing at us."

The soldier's temper was obviously very good, and he was not angry because of the craftsman's daughter's arrogance, or because of her beautiful appearance.

"You guessed it, I'm a little funny to see you." The craftsman's daughter said, simply putting the dozing cat aside, then sat on the windowsill with her body on her side. As a result, her clothes were tense because she twisted her body, making her body look even more convex and more convex.

"Tell me what you are doing, are you dancing?" The girl curiously imitated the soldiers and made a gesture. "But you didn't dance very well, and you looked weird when walking, but it would be quite interesting if you match the song we sang here."

As she said that, she started to sing a few words.

The soldier looked at her curiously, and laughed when she heard her singing the song, and then turned around to look at her companion. Seeing that the companion in the distance seemed to be cooperating with the tune, the soldier couldn't help laughing.

It was at this time that Pompeni jumped out of the window.

The body of the craftsman for many years made him look very flexible, or a little excited. As soon as his feet landed on the ground, he shouted around the corner, and shouted at the soldier like an angry hyena: "Hi! Soldiers, stay away from my daughter!"

The craftsman who suddenly jumped out surprised the soldier. He looked at the girl who was jumping into the room in a panic from the window, and shrugged helplessly.

"Don't be too nervous, I'm just saying a few words to your daughter."

"Say a few words," Pompeo stared at the young soldier, then looked up and shouted loudly to his daughter who was hiding behind the window, "Go back to your room, do you want the soldiers to get rid of the soldiers like the daughter of the Miao family and then throw them away? No one in the soldiers is good."

"Hey, be careful," the young soldier's face darkened. "I may not be angry, but you are insulting the count's army."

"Oh, that count." Pompeo snorted angryly in his nose, but he still didn't continue to speak.

The young soldier glanced at the window again, and a hint of interest flashed in his eyes, but under the glare of his father, he could only glar at the craftsman who was guarding against the thief.

Then he remembered his purpose of coming here.

"I'm asking for someone," the soldier said to Pompei. Looking at the other party's alert look, the soldier shook his head helplessly. "Is there a man named Pompei here? Pompei, little Pompei, is said to be the best craftsman in the area before."

"He is the best himself." Pompeny corrected the soldier's statement angrily, and then stared at the other party with a cautious look. "What are you looking for him?"

"I..." The soldier was about to continue saying something and stopped. He tilted his head and looked at the annoyed father in front of him, and then smiled, "Are you Pompany?"

The craftsman was stunned and hummed vaguely as a response.

"What are you looking for me?"

"The Earl wants to see you," the soldier's face showed an interesting look. He jumped from his horse and walked to Pompeni and said with a smile. "You say you are the best craftsman, and maybe you will soon prove whether you are bragging."

Pompeni showed an excited expression on his face. He was a construction craftsman. Since his father and even earlier ancestors, they have been building various houses constantly. However, as their craftsmanship has become higher and higher, they have gone from building simple houses to building palaces for some nobles. In the early years, his father even served as the supervisor of the castle construction for a certain nobleman.

The new Earl stopped building Monty's new castle annoyed Pompeni. He thought it was a smash of his job, but now he heard that the Count seemed to have a new job to him, Pompeni immediately became happy.

The soldier looked into the window with a little nostalgia, and then turned helplessly under the surveillance of his father, whose face immediately became ugly again.

Montina's castle is always being built, and it is probably because of this that this castle is simply called New Castle.

However, it will take many years to come to be called this name.

Today, although Montina is almost a transportation hub connecting Italy, the small town has only a proud church and the bishop in it, besides a castle that seems to never be completed.

Yes, Montina's church has a bishop, and the bishop's surname is Rovere.

In fact, this Bishop Luoweire is a cousin of Lao Luoweire.

When he heard about this, the first thought in Alexander's mind was, "There is indeed no free lunch in the world."

Becoming a lord with a bishop's territory is not a good thing for most nobles.

Especially since this man's surname is Lovere, Alexander has reason to believe that this bishop will become a big trouble for him in the future for a long time.

The bishop of the Lovere family is also very special. Although he has the name of John, he prefers others to call him Mr. Tony, which is his name in the world.

Moreover, Mr. Tony's behavior is not that much like a bishop. When he first met Alexander, he enthusiastically recommended many beautiful local women to him, and then he told him without any concealment that he would be willing to pay Alexander a "kickback" as long as he could help him successfully collect the tithes of that year.

"There is not much money, but it's enough for you to do a lot of things," Tony Rovere stood in the main hall and looked around disgustedly. "Earl, you should know better than me about the simplicity of this place. There are indeed many great works in this castle, but the castle itself is not very good."

Looking at the bishop standing opposite, Alexander couldn't help but wonder why Rovere had handed over this territory to him.

A soldier walked into the main hall, and the powerful footsteps sounded very fast.

"Sir, the Duke of Gandino has sent an envoy."

The soldiers hurriedly said that these Agris did not understand what it means to act according to the opportunity, and they did not understand that they should learn to avoid taboos. So when they heard this news, Tony Rovere, who was talking about happiness, couldn't help but stop and look at Alexander.

Giovanni's messenger, Alexander, slowly stood up from his chair, and calculated the time, it should have come.

The Battle of Oral not only completely destroyed Pittirino's plans to defeat each of them, but also once again suffered the biggest losses since fighting with the French. Both the Milanese and the Venetian casualties made the Venetian deputy feel unbearable.

Because of this, Pitti Rino had to recall the previous army, because after all, he was facing Giovanni's 2oooo Holy See.

3oooo vs. 3oooooo, this is a comparison of the forces of the two sides after the Battle of Oral, but at this time Alexander entered Montina.

If Alexander was stranded in Montina like this, the alliance would still be at a disadvantage in terms of numbers.

It is precisely because of this that Giovanni had to send an envoy.

Before we knew it, everyone suddenly realized that the Agri who should have been the least important person seemed to have become an important bargaining chip that could determine this war.

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