The roar was so loud that everyone's ears were buzzing in an instant. The sound sounded like hundreds of hornets flapping their wings beside their ears at the same time. The constant roaring sounds were overlapping with each other and rushing at the same time, making people even suspect that there seemed to be countless hornets rushing from the royal palace in the distance.

Grand Duke Carl's face changed, and he turned around and looked outside. There was nothing unusual in the yard except for the horse standing up because of frightened and neighing and the chicken running around. But thinking about the origin of the sound, Carl couldn't help but have a bad idea flashed through his mind.

Sure enough, a man rushed into the hall in a hurry. He pushed away the crowd in front of him regardless of concern. When he saw the grand duke, he immediately ran towards him, and he was also shouting in a way that Alexander couldn't understand and couldn't help but yell.

"He said that the enemy invaded Ljubljana," Prince Galli, who was helpless because of this sudden change, retreated to Alexander's side. At this time, he had already regarded the count as his ally. Although he didn't know what was going on, he immediately took the initiative to explain, "He said that the troops from Rome rushed into the city."

Speaking of this, the prince paused, and then looked at Alexander unexpectedly: "It's your man, has your man entered Ljubljana?"

"I just asked them to come and help me, don't worry, I'm not interested in Caniola." Alexander noticed the uncertain look on the prince's face. He knew that this young man had obviously not learned to hide his thoughts in his heart. Perhaps although he hated Grand Duke Carl, he thought that the principality might be occupied by outsiders, but he didn't know how to deal with this change.

Sure enough, as soon as Alexander said the prince's expression became better. He turned his head and stared at Grand Duke Carl with an ugly face, as if he was exploring whether to continue challenging him or say some ridiculous words to revenge on the previous insults.

"What did you do?" Carl turned to look at Alexander at this time. Because he didn't know whether it was a premeditated or an accident, he could only try to calm his voice to restrain the anger that might burst out at any time. He pushed Princess Marcidovi next to him and walked forward a few steps forward to Alexander, straightened up hard so that he could look at Alexander in a right direction. "Your army invaded my country. They are now building fortifications on the streets of Ljubljana. I want to know that this was not what you had prepared long ago, otherwise I would have someone to cut off your head now."

As soon as the Grand Duke finished speaking, the nobles of the Cagnola around him had already surrounded him, surrounded Alexander and Prince Gali, and the anger erupted from his angry eyes seemed to burn them to ashes at any time.

"Balkans." Alexander could only hear the voice and murmur. He could not help but admit that these Balkans were fierce and tenacious. In fact, even a heroic lord like Muhammad II had been beaten to pieces by these Balkan farmers. You can know how difficult it is for the people on this land to deal with.

However, although the people here are born warriors, Alexander did not believe that their nobles were as brave and tough as the people, but did not have enough minds.

And smart people can always properly judge the situation.

"I just told the prince that I am not interested in the Principality of Cagnola," Alexander ignored the nobles of Cagnola who could rush up at any time. He walked to the table and picked up an empty cup to see that it was still clean. He poured himself a glass of wine. "I just hope to be your arbitrator. Don't forget that you are going to violate a Catholic, which is absolutely not allowed. In addition, when working, you try to take the Prince of Marchdovi as a hostage. I can't help but say that your approach has forced me to show my concern for this matter. I will not interfere with the affairs between you two countries, but if this involves a Catholic country, I can't help but show my concern."

"Marchidovi is not a country!" Grand Duke Carl roared angrily, "They are our leaders, I am Grand Duke Kagnola, and I have the power to decide their destiny."

"You may have this power, but you forgot what I had said before," Alexander looked at the prince. "He is a Catholic, and the people of Marchidouwei also believe in Catholicism, so I have no reason to refuse to lend a helping hand to them."

"This is just your excuse. You want to interfere with my country," Carl reached out and pointed his hand at Alexander with his slightly curved index finger. "But you forgot one thing the Earl, you are here yourself, your army may be brave, but what do you think they will be like if they see only a dead person in the end?"

"Yes, what do you think they will be?" Alexander was not moved by the threat of the Grand Duke. "You probably don't know that my army was built on my lords, and my daughter is about to be born. If I die, they will continue to be loyal to my daughter instead of immediately disintegrating. In addition, because I am a kind lord, they are very loyal to me, so you think if they know that I am dead here, how will they revenge you? Should they kill all of you cleanly or torture them to death in your way?"

Grand Duke Carl stared at Alexander with a gray face, and his eyes were still staring at him, as if he wanted to know whether Alexander's words were true or false.

"And why do you think I'm coming here?" Although Grand Duke Carl looked stern, he guessed that he had already shaken his mind at this time without immediately ordering him. If Grand Duke did have the intention to kill him before, now he is obviously hesitating whether it is worth it.

Alexander decided to take the opportunity to increase the burden of the indecisive Duke.

"The Ottoman army is coming, but this time they will not pass through Bulgaria but will take a long way. Why did the Sudan do this? Is it just because the route of Bulgaria is not safe enough? But is it safe to pass through Moldova and Caniola?"

As soon as Alexander said that, Grand Duke Carl's expression changed slightly.

This issue has actually been raised after the arrival of the Sultan envoy. However, although there are various concerns, in order to avoid conflicts with Sudan, whether it is a big country like Moldova, Wallachia, or a small country like Caniola that can only rely on the promises of the Sultan envoys.

But Alexander knew that Bayesette II chose this route not only carefully, but also had a very far-reaching purpose.

It is precisely because of this that he is sure that he can tell the Lord.

"Sultan wants to capture Bucharest, but his bigger targets are Prague, Vienna, and even the Vatican," Alexander looked at Grand Duke Carl and noticed that his waist was already a little difficult to sound, and Alexander continued to say, "Although the attack from Bulgaria is also very difficult, it is not so difficult to overcome. However, the Sultan still chose the current route because he needs to use this place as the gate for his continued march westward. Since this is the Grand Duke, do you think for this purpose, the Ottomans will still keep their promises to you after they arrive at Caniola?"

Grand Duke Carl looked at Alexander silently. No one knew what he was thinking. Everyone looked at him, waiting for his order.

After a while, Carl finally asked, "You mean the Ottomans will completely occupy Kagnola?"

"Maybe not, if the Sultan was kind, maybe he would retain your title as a grand duke, which would be good for him, but the armed forces they had previously forced you to not gather more than 30 people might become permanent terms, and he might ask you to provide him with an army, just as he was against the Eastern tribes, and he might send his Vizier to Caniola."

"This is impossible," an elderly man suddenly came over. "You are provoking. You must know that the Sultan will not do such a treacherous thing, not to mention that it is not difficult for him to completely occupy Kagnola. Since this is the case, why should he retain the title of Grand Duke? Your words are just making excuses for your own life. Of course, it may also be as you said, to bring the army to Kagnola to find excuses. Your real purpose is actually to protect yourself from the Ottomans."

Alexander looked at the old man with gray hair and looked at his face full of disgust for him. Alexander couldn't help but wonder in his heart. For some reason, he seemed to have no shortage of a leader no matter where he was.

Although it is not certain that the old man is a leader of the Ottomans, Alexander could feel the disgust and disgust of this man for him, or it should be said that he was not himself, but the disgust and hatred of the Catholic Church and Westerners.

But this is no difference. Seeing this old man, Alexander remembered all the legends about Constantinople before the fall of Constantinople.

It is said that because of their disgust and hostility towards Western countries and the Vatican, many Eastern Romans even shouted that they would rather hand Constantinople over the infidels than Catholics to intervene.

Is this the Eastern Roman version of "I would rather have friendly countries than domestic slaves"?

Perhaps for some Orthodox people, the threat from the Vatican is so strong that they would rather bear the rule of the Sultan than accept the help of Western "brothers".

But Alexander didn't care about this. He just wanted to make the people in front of him believe what he called his "intention to come".

"The threat of the Sultan has shaken the Vatican, and the Pope has issued an order to reorganize and fight the pagans." Alexander noticed that his words had indeed attracted the attention of the Caniola people around him, and people's eyes became flashing and dazed, which made him decide to add more efforts. "I am just a pioneer, and the army of other nobles will continue to come from the West, and I can tell you that others will not have such easy words as me, and they will not sit back and watch their brothers and sisters be insulted in this way, and they will regard this behavior as a provocation to them."

"Are you threatening us?" Grand Duke Carl narrowed his eyes slightly. "I don't know why you came to Caniola, but everything here belongs to me."

"But they do not belong to you," Alexander looked at Princess Marcidovi beside the grand duke. "You should be ashamed of your actions, and I cannot help but say that your actions have offended God."

"You are not ruling whether my actions offend God!" Carl raised his hand angrily and poked Alexander tightly in the chest. "You invaded my country and let your army break into my city. If you think this will end, it would be naive. I will not compromise because of the threat of you or anyone."

"Will it not be threatened by the Sultan?" Alexander said, looking at the old noble before. "Maybe I misread you, are you preparing to resist the tyranny of the Sultan?"

Alexander's words made Grand Duke Carl's face turn black in an instant. His deformed shoulders, which were constantly gasping for breath, bulging like two small hills, and his small eyes emitted a cold and cruel light.

"As long as I give orders, you will be cut into pieces," Carl looked at Alexander, his voice full of uncontrollable irritability, as if he would burst out completely because he could not control it. "Tell me that's the case, do you want to get into this trouble for them?"

"And I also said that if all of you must pay for what you do, I am talking about everyone," Alexander's eyes swept around. "Whether men, women, nobles or monks, my army will retaliate against all those whom you see in this city, your relatives will lose their lives for this, your property will be looted, and your church will be overthrown, and the city will be completely destroyed because of this, all of this is only because of the vanity of your great master."

Alexander's words instantly caused the people around him to panic. Many people stared at Alexander with angry eyes, and some people also showed hesitation on their faces.

"Don't be fooled!" the old nobleman loudly reminded the people around him. "He was intimidating us, just like the Venetians who intimidated and occupied the capital of Rome when Constantinople was at its weakest time, and then put a crown on himself despicable and shamelessly, they just wanted to plunder us."

Alexander looked at the old man, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes inadvertently looked at Busako beside him.

Busako's expression froze. He already knew what Alexander was hinting to him, but he did not act immediately.

As the captain of the guard, he first needed to consider Alexander's safety concerns, so that Busacco did not respond quickly. At this moment, Princess Caniola, who had just left the banquet hall, suddenly appeared at the door.

And behind her was Gompatti, who was following a team of fully armed Agri soldiers.
Chapter completed!