Although the relationship is not harmonious and even dirty with each other, before leaving Caniola, Carl still reminded Alexander not to trust anyone after he arrived in Bosnia.

Among this person is not only his distant relative, Ivo Delana, but also others.

Alexander had never seen Roe?, but this did not prevent him from knowing a little bit about this Northern Bosnian nobleman who was regarded as a hero by many people.

He once served in the army of the Grand Duke of Stefan to fight the Ottomans, possessed numerous land and mines, and also had a castle that was said to be so beautiful that many people were jealous of. These were the focus of the marquis being discussed again and again by countless people.

But what Alexander could not forget was the letters his scouts found inadvertently from the Ottoman messengers. In those letters, Roe's name seemed to be in sight. Alexander could not believe the marquis by this alone.

And he cared more about how the Bosnians knew about his arrival. Speaking of which, since Kagnola entered Bosnia, he had not had time to do anything except meet with Delana. However, judging from some of the news that came back, rumors about "the Crusaders from Rome" began to circulate in Bosnia for some reason.

The Marquis of Roe-Roy attacked the Bosnian pier on the north bank of the Nausava River, just before and after this rumor spread, Alexander would never believe it.

Because of this, Alexander felt that he might have a conflict with the Marquis of Roe in the future. It was just that the marquis's prominent position in Northern Bosnia was a headache, not to mention that the marquis might become king.

The king of the Bosnian Kingdom, composed of Northern Bosnia and North Croatia, thought that if he thought about the possible conflict with such a person, Alexander felt that the family far away in Caniola was indeed not a good thing.

He was sure that the family was the one who revealed his whereabouts. As for the eldest prince's aunt and nephew, or the seemingly lonely and helpless princess Marchidouvi, I don't know this yet.

Now suddenly, he met a group of followers who claimed to be the heirs of the Duke of Zagreb. Alexander suddenly felt that he had been avoiding him since he arrived in the Balkans, and seemed to have begun to look back and show his charming eyes.

The Knight Morko didn't know what Alexander was thinking. When he heard that the young man riding on the tall horse in front of him was the count who was the legendary crusade to the east again, he was so excited that his heart was about to jump out of his mouth.

Morko believed in those legends. He felt that this count was like the knights who went to the east to save the holy land in ancient legends. His master Viscount Herva was the victims who were waiting to be saved. Now the count is in front of him. Isn’t this just proof that all this is God’s arrangement?

The Knight felt that he was thinking well, so he naturally asked the Earl to invite him to the camp of his people.

"Mr. Viscount will be very happy to know yours. Please forgive my presumptuousness. Your army may need some help here, after all, this is Bosnia." Morko looked at the soldiers whose armor and uniforms looked too neat and tidy, and he felt that he needed to remind the nobleman from Rome that Bosnia was obviously much more complicated than he thought.

At least seeing the Drana who he had hated since childhood walking with the Count was enough to make Morko feel that he needed to remind the Count to be alert.

Morko's invitation was exactly what Alexander wanted. He was indeed very interested in the viscount. Although the viscount's father was dead and he had long been exiled from Zagreb, it was precisely because of this that he felt that this was indeed a good opportunity.

The Croats obviously had not given up completely. After being expelled from Zagreb, Viscount Herva and a group of men who were still loyal to him had tried to take refuge in some provinces along the coast that were still loyal to his father, and then attempted to make a comeback, but the Ottomans did not give them this opportunity.

The Ottoman army set out from Bosnia approached the coastal provinces of Croatia in several ways, forcing those provinces to declare their nominal ownership of the Ottomans.

Viscount Herva dared not take risks. He didn't know which governors from the coastal provinces would betray him to the Ottomans. Thinking about the possibility of being placed under house arrest for the rest of his life, he decided to wait before talking.

The Viscount and his followers entered the Germezi Mountain. They set up camp in a forest hunting camp in the mountains. A group of exiles who had originally planned to stay for the time being fell into this remote place before Croatia and Bosnia. In addition to sometimes sending people out to inquire about news and by the way, they had not contacted people outside for a long time.

So when Morko suddenly appeared near the camp with a strange army, the entire camp became nervous in an instant.

Looking at the strange army approaching the camp, the people standing on the watchtower issued a warning while using a wrench to pull off the buckle of the crossbow with force.

Viscount Hervad came down to the edge of the camp with his hands. They looked vigilantly at Morko and the few people around him who had reached the other side of the stream.

"Master Viscount, Morko will not be a traitor. Maybe he brought friends." Morko's father stubbornly defended his son, but at this time the Viscount no longer cared about these things. He looked at the opposite side with a gloomy face, his eyes narrowed slightly from time to time on the people, as if he was thinking about something.

"Sir, these people don't look like Bosnians." A man whispered.

"It's even less like the Croatians." Viscount Hervador's mind flashed with an idea that seemed impossible, but the thought was a bit absurd for a while and it was difficult for him to determine. However, the outfits that the army, which were completely different from those of the locals, reminded him that the thought that it was too absurd may not be impossible. "I have to go over and take a look."

"This is too dangerous!"

The subordinates stopped him one after another, but the Viscount kept his mouth shut with a sentence of "Even if we can't get over, can we escape now?"

Obviously, as Viscount said, these people had arrived in front of the camp, and it was no longer a difference whether they chose to escape or not.

Many people stared at Morko's father with anger, which made the old man sweat slightly on his head.

But what made him feel relieved was that at this moment, Viscount's niece walked to him and looked at Miss Aluoxia standing firmly beside him, the old man suddenly felt that perhaps his son's extravagant hope was not completely without a chance.

"Miss, if Morko had not betrayed the Viscount Master, I would have to force him to make progress with a whip in the future so that he could make his debut early." The old man said to the lady in a low voice. Seeing that the lady's blushing like a ripe apple turned redder on her cheeks, the old man couldn't help but laugh twice with satisfaction, but this attracted countless angry gazes.

Viscount Herva tried his best to calm down his uneasy state of mind and made himself look calmer. He accompanied two followers to the bridge on the other side of the stream. Looking at the army opposite, his guess became deeper, but for a moment he was not sure.

"I am Viscount Herva, the only son and heir of the late Duke of Zagreb, Signachi, can I tell me where you are?"

"Sir, this is the Earl Montina, the Earl I told you before." Morko was a little anxious to take a few steps forward. He crossed the wooden bridge and came to the viscount to salute and quickly introduced him. He could see that the people in the camp were very nervous, and his father seemed to be making things difficult for the people next to him. However, Miss Aluoxia's appearance made him excited. He felt that he was really like a hero returning in triumph at this time, so he was anxious to prove his previous correctness to everyone. "We met them on the road, and the Count expressed his hope to meet you."

"So you brought the people directly to the camp?" a entourage asked fiercely from the side, "Look at them, it's an army, if they want to level our camp, just a charge, what are you thinking about the Knights you put the adults and all of us in danger."

"Even if I don't bring them here, they can still find it," Morko said helplessly. "In fact, we were trapped in them, and we were all surrounded by them. If they wanted to know where we came from, I can't guarantee that everyone under my command could withstand the torture."

"So you just betrayed us all?" another follower asked angrily.

"They are not hostile to us," Morko looked back at Alexander here. "The earl just wanted to meet with the adults."

Viscount Herva made a sound to interrupt the quarrel between several subordinates. He slowly walked to the middle of the wooden bridge with people's worried eyes and stopped to look at the opposite side.

"Can the knights from Rome report your origin?"

Alexander laughed. The Croatians' actions that followed a little ancient style made him feel that they were more adorable than those Italian nobles. At least the behavior of the lord standing calmly in front of the formation has become less and less in Italy, or, as the end of the era of the Knights, this action has gradually been regarded as a symbol of lack of heart.

No one can guarantee whether he will be shot by someone to do this. The behavior of the former subordinates who did not dare to offend the enemy monarch on the battlefield has now disappeared.

Alexander thought of these a little messy things in his mind, but moved his feet. He walked up the wooden bridge and came to the viscount. He bowed slightly before speaking, "I am Alexander Juliant Gombre."

There is no title, no title, only one name.

Viscount's expressionless eyes solidified on Alexander's face for a while, and then a smile slowly appeared on his face.

He slowly and vigorously stretched out his hands, hugged Alexander hard in his arms, and whispered in his ear: "I don't know why you are here, but I believe that God must have sent you after hearing my prayers. This is a good sign."

The late Duke of Zagreb in Croatia, Signachi, was a devout Catholic, who was one of the most active supporters and practical promoters of the Croatian Grand Conversion Movement.

Because of this, when the orthodox riots swept the streets of Zagreb, the duke was ruthlessly killed by the rioters. As for how many shadows of Croatian or Northern Bosnian nobles were behind this, there was no way to know.

The death of the duke once shocked the Vatican, but as the situation changed suddenly later, people's eyes were more focused on the struggle for power and profit within the Holy See. As for the martyrdom of a duke far away in the Balkans, the martyrdom of a duke far away in the Balkans was gradually forgotten.

Although the Vatican is still very concerned about the martyrdom of the Duke, some have even proposed to recognize the Duke as a martyr and a saint, just because it involves a lot, and the Vatican does not want to be too irritating and even angering the local Orthodox nobles whom they intend to resist the pagans at this time, so this proposal was put on hold indefinitely.

Alexander was not clear about these things, but this did not prevent his guess.

A nobleman who was killed to promote conversion was enough to cause many things, not to mention that his son is still in such a miserable situation.

Viscount Herva may not have the courage and determination of his father, but as long as he is the son of the Duke of Signachi of Zagreb, it is enough.

For Viscount Hervad, the army from Europe was his dream reinforcements, not to mention that the earl came from Rome and the Vatican, which was of great significance to him.

Looking at the Viscount who wanted to try to make his expression less excited, Alexander could imagine that he was not very calm now, or that he was probably thinking about how to take advantage of this rare opportunity.

Sure enough, Viscount Herva first warmly invited Alexander and his men to visit his camp, and then he turned around and looked at their men in a distance, shouting loudly: "This is our guest, an earl from the Vatican, an angel sent by His Majesty the Pope to save and help us."

A cheer of joy broke out in the camp. The originally nervous people were so excited that they shouted. Some hugged the people next to them desperately, while others suddenly started to cry.

"Earl, your words can make them see heaven and fall into hell," Viscount Herva said in a low voice, his eyes were anxious and nervous, as if he was worried that Alexander would deny his words "Please don't let them lose hope."

Alexander looked at the Viscount deeply. He knew that the Viscount was taking risks. Although he felt that the Viscount's actions of trying to impress him with warmth seemed a bit ridiculous, Alexander originally came with the intention of dealing with the locals in Bosnia, so Viscount's words gave him a chance.

But of course he wouldn't satisfy the other party so easily.

So under the vague gaze of worry in Viscount Hervad's eyes, Alexander took two steps forward to look at the Croats who were looking at him excitedly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't come to Bosnia after the Vatican order."

Alexander's first words left everyone, including Viscount Hervad, to stay where he was!

Viscount's face changed rapidly. He wanted to try to calm himself as much as possible, but his hands stroking the railings of the wooden bridge were trembling without notice. Standing behind Alexander, his eyes fixed on Alexander's back, and his unconcealed disappointment floated on his cheeks.

Alexander could feel the instantaneous decline of the people's emotions and hear the breath of deliberate suppression of Viscount Herva behind him because of his emotional excitement. However, he continued slowly: "The Duke of Signachi in Zagreb is a respectable person. He gave his life for his faith. His righteous act was also regarded as only saints in the Vatican. As far as I know, more than one respected cardinal in the Vatican proposed to declare the Duke of Signachi a saint."

Alexander's words immediately caused a response, and people whispered in a low voice, and some even boldly asked: "Then the Count, why doesn't the Vatican announce this decision? The Duke is a great martyr, killed by those despicable traitors, and he should become a saint!"

The question was immediately responded, and people asked loudly, and some of them came to Alexander because of excitement.

"Hunting Guards!"

Busako, who was standing not far from Alexander, let out a low roar. In an instant, a shining sword light accompanied by the sound of muskets. The black muzzles in the hands of the hunting guards pointed at the emotional Croats.

"Stop!" Alexander shouted more than the soldiers behind him, and then he turned around and looked at Viscount Helva with a gloomy face.

"I know it's a cruel thing for you and your people, but we all know that things are not that simple, Viscount calms down your people if you don't want to make things worse."

Viscount Herva looked at Alexander with a deep expression for a while, then walked past him silently and came to his people.

"I command you as your monarch, and if you are willing to obey my orders, then I want you to be quiet."

Viscount's voice was dull and depressing, and for a moment it seemed that a heavy rock was pressed on everyone's heart.

Alexander carefully observed the son of the Duke of Zagreb from the side. He could not help but admit that this man could still be followed by so many people in such a down-and-out period. He did have something that could be called a "leader".

But Alexander did not want the viscount to continue to show his charm. He walked to the viscount and looked at the group of people in a slow and calm tone, "The Duke of Signachi is a martyr, which no one denies. Although for various reasons, the Vatican cannot recognize him as a saint, will this damage his great image? In the minds of the Croatians, hasn't the Duke already stood beside God and the Lord Christ and enjoyed the glory he deserves?"

Alexander's words made people talk, and many people looked at Alexander with confusion, as if they didn't know what he meant.

Alexander did not wait for those people to think more, and had continued to say: "In the Vatican, many people admire Duke Signachi. In their minds, the duke is a symbol of courage and piety, a role model and role model for them to learn, and I am one of these people, so I came to Bosnia and I want to see with my own eyes what the country that Duke Signachi once gave his noble life, and also see whether the people he guided follow the path he ventured to continue to move forward. Now I see you, which makes me feel that although I have not received any orders from the Vatican, I can completely participate in his great cause as a fellow believer of Duke Signachi!"

As he said that, Alexander turned to face Viscount Helva.

"Mr. Viscount, please allow me to be a member of your team. I believe this is God's mission to come to Bosnia."

As he said that, Alexander bowed and bowed.

"Praise God! The Lord finally heard our prayers, and He sent us a powerful army!"

An old man in the crowd knelt down and raised his arms and shouted to his head. Then he suddenly stood up and rushed to Alexander, regardless of the obstacles of the hunting guards, holding Alexander's hand and kissing him.

With the old man's actions, the camp was covered with cheers for a moment!

Looking at this scene, Viscount Herva's face looked strange and wonderful.
Chapter completed!