From Italy to the Balkans, people have found many roads to travel as early as Rome or earlier.

From the vast mountains on land between the Danube and the Adriatic Sea to the direct crossing of the Adriatic Sea directly through the stretching coastline, the connection between Italy and the Balkans can even be described in ancient times.

At the earliest times, the Roman-led city-states that first appeared in Italy were full of reverence and even worship.

Even the Roman myth, which was regarded by the Romans as pride and their ancestors, was actually a shadow of being born and Greek mythology.

Because of this, the Romans had more complex feelings towards Greece than other nations.

The Romans were proud and conceited, but even though they later conquered Greece, they still had complex feelings when facing Greek civilization.

They hoped to get rid of the influence of Greece and show the power and majesty of their conquerors, but in their hearts they knew that Roman civilization had too many imprints left by Greece.

Later, the almost completely Hellenistic Eastern Roman Empire simply completely surrendered to the conquered formerly.

Greek language, Greek cultural habits, Greek urban architecture and eating habits. The Romans, who were completely attracted by Greek civilization, were completely fascinated by all this, and long after, having a Greek-style lifestyle became the standard for measuring whether a person is a qualified aristocrat.

Even thousands of years later, when Greece has been conquered by the Ottomans for a long time, many people still regard Greece as the root cause of completely changing everything.

This change is a legend about the descendants of Constantine XI in Greece.

It is no longer possible to find out when this legend began to spread. Many people have even grown up listening to this legend since they were sensible, and many people unswervingly believe that the last emperor of Eastern Rome had descendants in Greece.

And as time goes by, legends become hope and ideal.

The Greeks, Moldovans, Valagians, and more places placed their hopes and dreams of getting rid of Ottoman rule and slavery in that legend. They fantasized that one day a man would stand up and lead them to defeat the pagans, and hoped to drive the enemy out of their hometown, just as their ancestors defeated the Ottoman Sultan Mohammed II in the Belgrade victory nearly half a century ago.

It is precisely because of this that rumors about the descendants of Constantine XI have become more concerned by the world, and one of the rumors about the last bloodline of the Roman royal family seeking Crete seemed particularly noticeable.

Because for many years the Ottomans were also looking for the whereabouts of the emperor's descendants, and even established a special army for this Ottoman. This army did not participate in the battle, but specifically looked for those stubborn people who were still loyal to the Eastern Rome on the occupied Greek land, and their most important goal was the descendant of Constantine XI.

So when I heard that the girl in front of me was the descendant of the emperor, even the Knight Kurash, who thought he had seen too many scenes, could not help but show an incredible look on his face.

But he quickly woke up and looked at the people with a funny look.

"Do you think I would believe this little girl would be the legendary person?" Kurash looked at these people with a funny look. He even felt that not only this inexplicable girl, but also these noble knights were also liars.

"You savage madman," although you were knocked black in front of you by the hilt of the sword, the hijacked man named Gilas was actually a little awake and aggressive. He couldn't turn his head so he could only look ahead, but he still shouted angrily, "You will regret your words. You dare to be so rude to the only heir of Rome."

"Be honest with the Knight, or I don't know what you should call me, but if you are not honest I will cut your throat first."

Kurash's words immediately caused a stir, and some people in the team drew their swords and were ready to rush towards him at any time.

The man who was talking raised his hand slightly and signaled his companion behind him not to be impulsive. He brought his horse forward not far from Kurash and took out a document from the leather bag of the Gillas Knight's empty mount saddle.

He first raised his hands slightly to show his harmlessness, and then carefully handed over the documents.

"You can take a look at this."

“What is it?”

Kurash suddenly raised his hand and pulled forward with the sword in his hand. The tip of the sword accurately pierced the hollow of the rolled document. Then he shook his wrist and picked the document in front of him. When the blade pressed on the neck of the Knight Geras again, his other hand had already caught the document.

"Omo, come out!" Kulash shouted into the house. As he shouted, a teenager walked out of the house carefully with a hard crossbow.

"What brother?"

"Show me what's written on it, God, you know I hate reading the most."

"That's because you are stupid and stupid. My father said you are not much smarter than a donkey." The boy said as he took the file handed over by Kurash and opened it and looked quickly.

"But I have killed more pagans than anyone else, and I am the landlord who has been with this place the longest time."

Knight Kurash obviously disagreed with his brother's words. He looked up and down at the girl who stood in front of him and kept saying nothing. What made him care about was not her unusual and amazing beauty, but the elusive short crossbow she had just used.

Kurash knew that if the girl had shot a short crossbow at her not just the bottle but at the bottle, even if he could dodge the hostages, the ones in his hands would probably be thrown away. If he had to face so many people, he was not sure that he could protect his family.

"This is... the order given to you by the Lord Duke," the young man named Omo looked at the document in amazement. "The Duke has decided to follow the descendants of the Roman Emperor to revolt and is willing to recognize him as the real master of the Roman Empire in Greece, so the Duke ordered you to join his army immediately."

When the boy said "him", he was stunned and couldn't help but look up at the face that almost made him lose his mind.

"Join the army, and these men?" Kurash muttered, looking at the flags, then let go of his hand and push the Knight of Gillas far away from his face.

Gillas staggered forward two steps and suddenly rushed to the man who delivered the letter to try to pull out the sword from the scabbard beside his saddle, but his companion grabbed his wrist.

"Enough of Gillas, we have already made our own people shed enough blood, and your sword should be directed toward the pagans rather than the other."

"This guy is like a pagan, have you forgotten all the rumors about him?" The Knight Gillas lowered his voice and said to his companion, "I bet he had done things for the Ottomans, otherwise how could he have escaped from the East alive."

"Yes, I did things for the Ottomans," Kurash said, ignoring the surprised gazes that looked at him, and slowly paced with a sword. "I was captured while fighting the Ottomans, and were locked on board as a sailor for two years. You never dreamed of what it would be like during those days. I have seen their army and nobles, who have many more people than us, and their sultans have inexhaustible wealth for him to feed that huge army, which is even more numerous than some of our principalities."

"So you're scared?" Knight Gillas stared at Kurash with contempt.

"Why aren't you afraid? We can't beat them. Fighting them with us is just a death. You know that I have fought too many battles for the Duke. I heard that the Sultan has always been in Greece. If you think you have lived enough, you can challenge him now, but it has nothing to do with me."

"Coward, cartilage!"

The Knight Gillas cursed and spat hard on the ground with contempt.

"You are not afraid because you have never seen hell, and I have been there once, so I don't want to go there again."

Kurash murmured to himself, and he slowly turned around and walked towards the house a little staggeringly, his back looked unspeakable loneliness and desolation.

"I am Hak Cepes of Transylvania, and now the attendant of my master," the knight said to Kurash's younger brother. "If your brother changes his mind, tell him to come to Bucharest to find us."

As he said that, the knight named Caipes greeted the young man with a longing gaze, who had never spoken, and then accompanied her slowly turned his horse's head and walked outside.

The boy stared at the back of the girl blankly. He looked down at the documents tightly in his hand, and then looked at the door behind him. After thinking about it, he seemed to finally make up his mind to chase him.

"Please wait a moment!" The boy caught up with the Knight Cepes. While he looked up at the knight, he couldn't help but glance at the girl next to him who had never spoken.

"I will advise my brother to go to Bucharest," the boy said first, then turned his head and said angrily to the Knight of Gillas next to him, "My brother is not a coward, he is a hero!"

"Well, if he is really the kind of person you said, then he should come to Bucharest." The Knight of Gillas was not angry because of the boy's confrontation, but just sarcastically said disdainfully.

"Tell your brother, if he changes his mind, it's best to move faster, otherwise he may not meet us."

After speaking to the boy named Omo, Knight Cepes looked at the girl next to him.

The girl's dark eyes stared at the boy's face, which made the boy, who was not a real man, feel a surge of uneasiness and uneasiness that he had never felt before in his heart for the first time.

Then he saw the girl stretching out her arms, bent down and raised her hand to stroke the top of his head under his astonished gaze.

Omo looked at the girl riding on the horse blankly. Because the distance was closer, he saw her appearance more clearly.

In just a moment, Omo didn't know what he was thinking, but he knew he already knew what to do in the future.

Until the team walked away, Omo kept standing at the gate of the yard and looking at their backs.

From beginning to end, he didn't hear the girl say a word, but this didn't stop him from imagining how beautiful her voice should be.

When he returned to the house, Omo was surprised to see his brother looking at the sword he hadn't taken for a long time. He carefully wiped the sword body with a piece of skin coated with wild boar, as if he was intimate with his lover.

"Kurash, why are you..."

"That girl is pretty, right?" Kurash interrupted Omo without waiting for him to finish speaking. "But remember that it has nothing to do with you."

"Why?" Omo asked in anger.

"Omo, you will become a learned person in the future, just like the stories said, writing poems, paintings and writing good songs, and then you will be valued by the duke or even the king, and enter the palace to make a name for yourself. One day you will become a big man," Kurash said earnestly, "and I may be killed one day, or in the wilderness or on the battlefield, but no matter where it is, my destiny will not be to die in the bed at home, so Omo, you are the hope of this family and I am not, and what I should do is to help you achieve all that I said."

"So you don't want to leave, right?" Omo said with some understanding, but he was still a little annoyed, "but they said you are a cordyscoundrel."

"You know I'm not, right?" Seeing my brother nodding, Kurash smiled and waved his hand to let him walk in front of him, then raised his hand to slid his brother's hair. "That's fine, I will always protect you, but you have to promise me that I forgot that girl, you are different from her."

Omo nodded with difficulty, but after hesitating for a while, he couldn't help but ask: "Do you really think they can't beat the Ottomans?"

"How could it be possible to fight?" Kurash sneered a sarcastic sneer on the corner of his mouth. "These people have never seen what the Ottoman army looks like. Perhaps some of them have dealt with the Ottomans, and even competed and won, so they thought that the pagans were nothing great. But believe me, Omo, they have never really seen the Sudan army at all, which is something they absolutely could not imagine."

Kurash's words made Omo's face look a little worried. He looked at his brother, his lips constantly moving but he didn't know what to say.

Finally, the corners of his mouth tense, as if he had made up his mind secretly.

"Don't think about Omo, I won't go, I won't allow you to go," Kurash, who seemed to have seen through his younger brother, mercilessly exposed Omo's thoughts. "I won't let you go to die stupidly. You must know that most of the nobles don't know how powerful the Ottomans are, and they have so many people, how can they beat the Sultan?"

"Why, isn't it good to have too many people?" Omo asked in confusion.

"It depends on when the nobles are very cunning people. How could they be willing to admit the status of a little girl? Believe me, Omo, that girl's situation is not good."

Omo looked at Kurash with a slight understanding. Although he admired his brother very much, he sometimes felt that he was useless except for using violence. But now he unexpectedly saw a trace of depth and wisdom in his brother's eyes that he had never seen before.

"So, what are we going to do next?" Although he was a little reluctant, Omo accepted the reality his brother said.

"Now, we have to prepare for the seeds of spring wheat," Kurash stood up and put his sword aside, and picked up a whip. "Those damn pagans are probably lazy again, we have to go and see them."

Omo smiled, and he felt that sometimes Kurash was indeed a little clever.

For example, the pagan slaves he brought back from the East, although the diocese had urged him to convert those slaves to Christ more than once, Kurash had been looking for various reasons to delay this matter.

The reason why he did this is because once those people converted to Christ, he had to give them freedom. Although these people are still slaves to their families, this is different from slaves who are completely in control of life and death.

Thinking of his brother's cleverness, Omo couldn't help but look at the sword that Kurash seemed to be thrown aside.

Against the backdrop of the fire, Omo saw the blurry shadow reflected on Xueliang's sword.

After a long journey, the team leaving the Kulash family was divided into two teams at a fork.

Looking at the girl who was just looking at him silently, the Knight Gillas bowed and saluted immediately, and then watched the girl gradually move along a fork in the Knight Cepace and his men.

"Sir, where are we going next?" asked the entourage, who had been kicked into the pool by Kulash, and the thoughts in his eyes were so obvious that his revenge, which was not concealed at all, was completely exposed at this moment.

"What are you going to do?" Gillas glanced at the entourage and frowned slightly when he saw the look on his face. "Are you going to take revenge on that Kurash?"

"Isn't it not?" the follower asked unexpectedly.
To be continued...