Alexander bowed and paid tribute, but when he heard the second half of the Patriarch's blessing, the expression on his face couldn't help but slackened slightly.

Thinking about Ruosha being not far behind, he couldn't help but wonder if the Patriarch wanted to kill someone with a knife.

And in Bucharest Castle, Ladislas II, who had returned, was listening to his men who had sent out to report everything he saw to him.

"It was a massacre of His Majesty. Earl Montina killed all the black troops, and his men even burned their military flags."

The servant described the tragic death of the Black Army soldiers, and he couldn't help but vomit when he remembered it, so his lips couldn't help but tremble when he described it to the king.

"All killed?" Ladislas II asked softly.

"Yes, your majesty, the last black army no longer exists."

"Is that right?" the king glanced at a figure that had just flashed through the door. He was sure it was Nashan, and he thought he was planning to go to the queen's room now. "It's great, I won't have to pay those people anymore."

On May 18, 1499, a gallows were erected in the square in front of Bucharest Cathedral.

Grand Duke of Wallachia, Cepes, was sentenced to hang!
Chapter completed!