In the early years, the Bosnian Kingdom was once a country with many noble powers. Like other countries, the king was the most powerful among the nobles, but not the only one with power. This led to the numerous nobles in this country and many families.

It has become common for the nobles to attack each other, and among them, there are so many families in the north and south.

Among them, the Roye family in the north is one of them.

The Roye family has a long history and is even older than the Bosnian royal family that was destroyed by the Ottomans. One of the most famous figures in this family was the St. Roye who led his territory to convert to Christ. This first believer who accepted Orthodox doctrine was named a saint by Constantinople.

Moreover, he was not only the earliest believer in Bosnia, but also the first martyr. Because his behavior of changing faith angered some polytheistic nobles and his subordinates at that time, they suddenly assassinated him at a banquet.

The Roeh family is in Bosnia, especially Northern Bosnia, with a high reputation. Although the family is no longer as prominent as before as it used to be, in the north they still have a very high prestige and real power family.

At least in the Northern Bosnian nobility alliance, it is not comparable to that little noble named Ivo Delana.

So when I heard Alexander ask about Roe?, Ivo Delana carefully asked his purpose.

Ivo Delana is a middle-aged man with a pointed nose, bald and chin. This man is not very good-looking, and his slightly hunched back is somewhat similar to his distant relative, Grand Duke Carl.

Ivo Delana's home is at the northernmost end of the Chakaran Valley. The entire Chakaran Valley stretches for more than a dozen Falis. The northern end is close to the plains, with ups and downs. The land here is not suitable for planting any crops, but Ivo Delana is very wealthy because, as Grand Duke Kar said, his territory has a rich mineral deposit, which is enough to make Ivo Delana a rich man that everyone envies.

The rich man Ivo Delana didn't seem to be very welcome to Alexander's arrival. He received the guests indifferently, held a banquet for him indifferently, and then coldly took him into his room deep in the simple castle made of stone and wood. Until they closed the door and talked in detail, Ivo Delana looked like he couldn't find anything wrong, but obviously very indifferent.

"Earl, your army can be trimmed in my territory, as long as they don't cause me trouble," Delana said calmly, and his Latin was well spoken, although sometimes there were some specific Greeks added to it, but it not only did not destroy his context, but also had a certain charm. "I really don't know what you are thinking. It's not good to come to Bosnia at this time."

Faced with such a frank expulsion order, Alexander was a little curious. He felt that although Grand Duke Carl might not have had any kindness to him, he would not be so stupid that he would cause trouble for himself as soon as he came up. After all, Grand Duke was still counting on him to cause trouble for the Ottomans, but now seeing the Drana in front of him looked like he was keeping people from being in a hurry, Alexander felt that he might have missed something.

"Any time is good, anywhere is the right place." Alexander said with a laugh.

Drana showed a hint of surprise on her cold face, and he looked at Alexander with a little surprise.

"The words of Emperor Basil?"

Alexander nodded. Although he did not expect the quote from one of the most famous monarchs in Eastern Rome to impress the man slightly, he thought that it would at least make the conversation between the two more convenient.

Sure enough, I don’t know if it was really touched by Emperor Basil’s words, and then his attitude became a little gentler.

"You really shouldn't be here for the Count, Bosnians don't like outsiders," Delana handed a glass of wine to Alexander. "It's not popular here, whether it's the Ottomans, Hungarians or Bohemians, so it's unlikely if you want help."

Alexander had some understanding of Delana's words. In the past few days, he had deeply felt the hostility of the locals. The xenophobia and hostility that could be clearly felt even if they were not completely hostile gave Alexander the illusion that he was in an enemy country.

Unlike the Italians, Bosnians are very disgusted with outsiders entering their territory. They are as firmly guarding their territory like animals. Once outsiders enter, they will arouse their vigilance and hostility. If the other party always lingers, a battle to protect the territory will inevitably arise.

“I hope to get help.”

"Everyone wants help these days, and I hope, too," Delana raised her legs to the table in front of her, looking at the dirty toes of her feet. "My relative hopes that I can help you, but you don't know that here. This is Bosnia, not Caniola, nor your comfortable cities. In Caniola, at least Carl can rule his country, and who is here to rule us?"

"Ottoman?" Alexander asked tentatively.

"The Ottomans are one," Delana stretched out a finger with her hand holding the glass, "but it's not just them."

"Who is that, Roe?" Alexander took the opportunity to ask the question in his heart.

"Roy? Well, that's one," Delana nodded and drank the wine in the glass, and then he filled himself with the cans on the table. "But it's not just these, but others, do you know the noble alliance in the north?"

"I heard that it is said that the result was negotiated to avoid fighting for the throne?"

"Haha, fight for the throne." Delana smiled mockingly, he put his legs on the table and looked at the tip of his boots. "That's just a nice excuse. Those people are not fighting for the throne at all, they are just a qualification to negotiate terms with the Ottomans."

Although Delana's words were a bit abrupt, Alexander was not surprised that he would say this. The Bosnian locals were indeed brave and brave, but this did not mean that those nobles also maintained this style, especially some local nobles in the north. They certainly would not have a good attitude towards the fugitive nobles and refugees who kept pouring in from the south.

For these northern nobles, it is definitely much better to sit down and negotiate with the Ottomans than to fight with them. After all, the strength of the Ottomans is obvious to all.

Thinking of this, it would be less surprising that Roe? could have reached an agreement with the Ottomans in secret.

Even other nobles who were qualified to negotiate terms with the Ottoman may not have done this secretly.

Alexander shook his head and smiled. He was not incomprehensible about the current situation in Bosnia. In fact, the Italian nobles were similar to them. Facing the French, the Italian nobles formed an alliance to resist, but privately observing the situation while being ready to change their minds at any time.

"But there is someone who should not collude with the Ottomans," said Drana suddenly. Seeing Alexander showing curious eyes, he touched his Guangguang's head "I'm talking about the Zagreb pastor."

Alexander was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly.

Faced with invasions from paganism, it is probably the only ones that really cannot be accepted that are churches that also need to rely on religion to establish themselves. Nobles can negotiate, compromise, or even surrender, but religion has so much back-to-mouth.

Either convert to faith or perish. Not to mention that it was in this era, even after centuries, most of the people involved in faith still had one or the other, and that virtue has not changed for hundreds or thousands of years.

"In addition to the mu, there are always some people who are unwilling to surrender, such as nobles and civilians?" Alexander asked tentatively. He needed to know more about everything here. Perhaps this person would not tell too much truth, but at least he could provide something useful.

"Of course there is, after all, not everyone is willing to do things for the Ottomans, otherwise there wouldn't be so many Laiya in the south."

Alexander noticed that when he spoke of the word "Raiya", a hint of anger appeared on Drana's face, and he knew that the word was an extremely insulting contempt for the Ottomans to the Persians who refused to convert and depend on them.

"Earl, there are indeed many nobles who are unwilling to be slaves of the Ottomans, but this cannot change anything," Delana touched his light head and said helplessly. "The Ottomans are too powerful. They have army that they cannot count, weapons that are much more exquisite than us, and cannons that are as dense as the woods. But what do we have? A group of nobles who are ready to negotiate at any time and a pastor who can only help us with prayer. This is all too bad. Bosnia is like a pile of loose sand, waiting for the Sudanese army to be blown away immediately as soon as it arrives."

Seeing Delana's slightly depressed appearance, Alexander couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

He didn't know that this man was on the side of the nobles he mentioned, but this man obviously had lost confidence in resisting the Ottomans, which was probably the current situation of most people in Bosnia.

However, what he said was not unreasonable. The Ottoman army of this era was indeed so powerful that it was almost invincible in the world.

It can be said that if the Ottomans had not shown too much ambition that caused uneasiness in the whole of Europe and were opposed by all the nearby European countries, any European country that stood up alone to be enemies would not be able to resist this terrible behemoth in this era.

"So why are you here? If you are in Rome, you should be enjoying the warm sunshine of the Mediterranean at this time, but you can't get anything here, and you have to be wary of being betrayed at any time." Delana looked around with some disgust. "I'm not terrorizing you. I believe Carl has told you some of the things that happened here, but he definitely didn't say too much about you, otherwise you might not have come to Bosnia."

Listening to Drana slandering his relatives of Caniola without caring, Alexander laughed silently. Of course, he would not have been willing to go to this unfamiliar place to take risks just because of Grand Duke Carl's small instigation, but there was no need to explain to the person in front of him.

"So no one is you or Tutonlua? Such a great nobleman is not going to really resist the Ottomans?"

Alexander felt it was necessary to figure this out.

"That's not necessarily," Delana smiled slightly mockingly. "We just had to choose to give in because we couldn't beat them. But if someone could teach us a lesson in the Ottomans, we would still be willing to see this result, at least..."

At least this can add chips to future bargaining with the Ottomans.

Looking at Delana who had paused, Alexander made up for him in his heart.

Delana obviously had some caution about Alexander's arrival. He asked someone to find some places in a village far away from his small castle. These villages were quite far apart, and Alexander's army obviously needed to be dispersed before they could enter separately.

This arrangement seems to be due to the small size of the village and the large number of Montina's army, but you can understand the purpose of it by thinking about it carefully.

Since these villages are the territory of Delana, of course there is no shortage of people among the villagers who will inform him. The result of this arrangement is that if the Montina army intends to do anything adverse to the territory of Delana, the news of their army's mobilization will be sent to Delana soon.

While Alexander was disdainful of this arrangement, he felt that the difference between this place and Italy was completely different.

In Italy, except for using conspiracies in secret, they will do everything they can. Once they really decide to start a war, they will look for various reasons and excuses that even if they are too forced, they should try to sound high-sounding reasons and excuses. However, this seems not the case in Bosnia.

It seems that there is no excuse to engage in war against others, and a totally naked plunder is taken for granted here.

It is precisely because of this that Delana was so careful about Montina's army, but to the surprise, he was quite concerned about providing supplies.

"Obviously, the landlord was worried that we would find some excuses to stay away, or to cause trouble for him by not getting supplies in time."

Looking at the large pieces of black bread placed on the table, Gompatti cut off a piece with a knife and put it in her mouth and took a bite.

"What did you find out about that Roe?

Although some news about Roe? has been heard from Delana, Alexander certainly would not believe what he said alone, and the views of aristocrats and civilians are obviously different about how a person is.

Perhaps most of the various statements about aristocrats among the common people are heard of, but you should still hear some different views from those of the nobles.

"The woman also went out with our people to inquire about the news," Gompatti bit the shredded bread hard. "But I heard that the Marquis of Roe, who has a good reputation. Although the villagers here are all the leaders of the Drana, many people think that Roe, who is the hero of the Bosnians."

"It was also a hero," Alexander also picked up a piece of shredded bread and bitten it. He had to admit that the local buckwheat bread from Bosnia was really hard to swallow, especially the feeling of being too rough, which made people easily feel as if they were chewing wood every time they swallowed. "I heard that this man had joined the army of the Grand Duke of Stefan."

"It's the Moldovanian one..." Gompatti asked with surprise.

"Yes, it is said that this Marquis of Roye has served in the army of the Grand Duke of Steven Moldova, and has been highly appreciated by the Grand Duke."

Alexander rubbed his forehead. In fact, this is what he could remember. If Grand Duke Stefan had not had a dazzling achievement in resisting the Ottomans, he would not have remembered this person who once dominated the battlefield under Grand Duke.

The Marquis of Roe in Bosnia can probably be said to be one of the most powerful competitors in the crown besides the already devastated Bosnian royal family.

But it is understandable to think about it. If it weren't for this, the Ottomans wouldn't have sent someone to contact him specifically.

Alexander took out the letter and looked carefully. Of course he did not recognize the words on it, but this did not prevent him from studying the letter carefully from outside the content.

"What is that woman doing?" Alexander suddenly asked.

"What else can I do? Maybe it's stuck with your captain," Gompatti said interestingly. "I think maybe when we return to Montina, there will be a lot of people here to leave a large group of illegitimate children."

"Little Cacho?" Alexander laughed. He did not want to intervene in the romantic affairs of his subordinates. This kind of thing is not uncommon in this era. Thinking about many armies taking camp prostitutes to fight for many years, Montina's army is definitely a new type of army of this era.

"Yes, he seems to like that woman very much."

"Then call them together."

Alexander waved his hand, and Gompatti immediately put away his smile and ordered to the entourage waiting at the door: "Go and call Little Cacho and the Bosnian woman."

After a while, Captain Scout and the woman walked into the room.

Perhaps after eating, he had a place to live for the time being, the Bosnian woman's face looked much better than before. After washing away the mud stains on her face, Alexander admired Cacho's eyes and attacks.

"Did this letter appear from the Ottoman messenger you had been killed from the beginning?" Alexander asked the scout captain. Seeing the captain nodding and responding, Alexander picked up the scimitar with a poem engraved from the side. "So what about the master of this knife? Do you think his identity should be higher than the person you killed before?"

"Of course," the scout captain used the Agris to say to Alexander in a habit of saying, "but we didn't see anything from that person."

"So, shouldn't a letter that you think is so important be carried by someone who is the leader of the mission?"

The captain of the scout opened his mouth slightly, and he looked to the side a little blankly. Seeing the woman nodding slightly, the captain's eyebrows couldn't help but frown.

"Master, it seems that I have missed something," the scout said a little annoyed. "I didn't pay attention to it before that person burned something before he died, but now it seems that I got a piece of honey, but I threw away the entire hive."

Looking at the annoyed scout, Alexander did not make things difficult for him.

"It's nothing, everyone makes mistakes, and sometimes maybe a mistake is a rare opportunity."

Alexander gently held the letter in his hand and said.
Chapter completed!