An army suddenly came to Bojara City. This did not attract much attention from the people in the city. The Balkans have always been in a mess. It is never new to you when you come today and I will go tomorrow. Not only aristocrats, but even some rich landlords often recruit some old or poorly-known so that no one is willing to pay attention to their work for themselves. They often support a group of people in their own fields. Once something happens, they call friends to rush forward. Then a small matter from the beginning, just a little bit like sesame and mung bean has turned into a big battle with increasing scale and more and more people involved.

So the people in Bojara City did not pay much attention to the arrival of an army, but soon someone saw the Baron Master escorted by this army, which made the Bojara people burst into trouble. The Baron was still very appealing in the city for many years. So some locals immediately reported the message to the city defense army, and at the same time they hurried to tell the parishioner who had just entered the city.

Bojara City belongs to the cathedral of Mungk Province in southern Hungary. Although it is different from the churches like the catholic church, the diocese is still one of the most powerful figures under the high-ranking officials. So after hearing the belief, the diocese immediately rushed over with the pastors in the city. However, they were quite cautious. After first inquiring about the appearance of the army and confirming that it should be a regular army rather than a group of bandits and robbers, they then felt relieved and boldly decided to come forward to support the baron.

However, it was obvious that the diocese was not inquiring in detail enough. He only heard that the army looked neat and should be a nobleman rather than a messy team, so he continued to ask carefully. So when he saw the Balkan guards, the diocese was confused at first, and then suddenly remembered something, and his expression suddenly became ugly.

But he still held a last bit of hope, so he asked the hunting guards who their master was. When he heard that it was indeed the person he guessed, the parishioner was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly walked towards the gate of the trading station. At the same time, he deliberately raised his tone and said to a guard standing at the door: "Soldiers go to inform the Duke of Romatesia, and say that the parishioner of the Munge Diocese has come to visit him."

While saluting respectfully, the guard looked at the diocese who was almost shouting out strangely. He didn't understand why this adult was deliberately so loud, but it was not his business. After a while, the guard led Sher, who had already heard the diocese's loud voice in the yard, and walked out.

"I am here to visit the Duke of Romanesia," the parishioner said deliberately in a very high tone. "I just arrived in Bojara City this morning, but I heard that the Duke arrived here immediately."

Sher was also a little surprised by the attitude of the diocese, but he still respectfully invited the diocese to walk inside. The diocese was still talking while walking. He repeatedly emphasized that he had just arrived in Bojara City, and expressed his sincere welcome to the Duke's arrival on behalf of the entire Mungk Diocese. At the same time, he asked Sher with a curious look on the look of the Duke's face, what would the Duke condescend to a small place like Bojara.

So the parishioner kept walking over and turned a blind eye to the Baron and his men who were hanging on the row of shelves in the corner of the yard with both hands. Even the Baron kept calling his name, he didn't seem to hear it at first, and then he asked with surprise: "What's going on? Why are you hanging on this baron?"

However, the parishioner only cared for the baron so much. Then he just heard a few words of the baron and showed an impatient look on his face. He told the baron in a perfunctory tone that he would try to plead for him in front of the duke, and then he hurriedly continued to move forward, as if he didn't want to have anything to do with these guys hanging on the shelves for a moment.

This scene was clearly seen by Alexander on the second floor. He couldn't help but smile at Prato who was standing next to him and said, "The people here are so interesting."

"It's very interesting. They almost killed me." Prato said with lingering fear, and then he licked his lips and wanted to tell the Duke that for the sake of his sweat and blood, could he raise his hands a little and stop thinking about half of his property. But before he could muster up the courage to speak, Scher had already led the parishioner up.

Next, Alexander let the diocese of the Magistrate of Munker know what it means to be a "what is like being a rusty bun". Hearing him casually talking about the beautiful scenery of cities that seem to be completely dreamy, such as Rome, Florence, Naples, and Milan, and even places that are out of reach, even Zagreb or Bucharest, the diocese of the diocese had no chance to intervene except for giving out various amazes again and again.

It was not until Alexander finally stopped and seemed to casually look out the window and ask, "I saw you talking to that person, do you know these robbers outside?" that the parishioner seized the opportunity and quickly spoke to explain to the baron.

"Baron? That robber is actually a nobleman?" Alexander asked in surprise.

"No, you misunderstood. He is not a robber but a lord of Bojara City." The parishioner quickly explained.

"Isn't it a robber?" Alexander looked back at Prato and said in a reproachful tone. "Why don't you tell him who he is? I actually tied a nobleman to the outside yard. What would happen if Sophia knew about it? You must know that she has many friends in Prague, and the queen treats her like her biological daughter. If she knew that I treated a Hungarian nobleman like this, it would embarrass her in the court in Prague. Prato, you really caused me trouble."

Alexander said that, and at the same time, he instructed Schell to put the baron down immediately.

The parishioner smiled on his face. He didn't expect that things would be resolved so smoothly. At the same time, he also secretly thanked God for missing the judgment. It was obvious that this man named Prato had a good relationship with the Duke of Roman Tracia. Fortunately, he had not had time to announce his crime, and now he took the opportunity to say good things to the baron and saved him. I believe that not only did he not have to pay back the previous reward, but he might also get another benefit from the baron.

But the parishioner was about to praise the duke's kindness and respect for the noble laws, but Prato's words made the smile on his face instantly frozen.

"But sir, this person has been provoking us before, and it is said that he wants to steal the entire trading post. You know, if I was just driven out of Bojara myself, it would be fine, but the Balkan branch belongs to Grand Duke Sophia, and he is going to cut off Grand Duke's business."

The diocese's words were blocked in his throat. He looked at Alexander with some surprise, but this time the Duke's face was no longer as friendly as before, but a gloomy.

"What you said is true? He wants to squeeze out this Bojara trading post?"

"Sir, everyone in the city can testify. You know, I am working for Master Sophia. Of course, there is also the Queen's business here, but it is the Grand Duke." Prato said casually and did not forget to turn back to explain to the parishioner. "He has been provoking trouble before, but this time he actually wants my life. Master, maybe you should let me go back to Bujiales. Of course, if you feel embarrassed, I can also go to Prague, and I will explain to the Queen what happened here myself."

"Queen Queen Prague?"

The parishioner's face was so ugly that water was about to drip. He used the action of picking up the wine glass to drink and rubbed the cold sweat overflowing from his forehead, and looked at Alexander in panic.

Alexander was also looking at him. Seeing the diocese's gaze immediately, Alexander frowned and said, "If this is the case, I cannot forgive this person. You must know that the development company in mainland China is the hard work of many people. Some of them are even inconvenient to express their identities. Everyone has great hope for the future of this company. After all, after just driving away the Ottomans, everyone hopes to re-destroy the country through the development company in mainland China. But now there is such a person to destroy all this. Diocese, do you think this should be forgiven?"

"Of course not. This is a shameful act, it is a collaboration between enemies, yes, it is a collaboration between enemies! This is helping the Ottomans. The trading post earns less copper coins, which means that the Ottomans will hurt us a little more," the parishioner immediately shouted loudly, "Any intentional destruction is to help God's enemy. Duke, please forgive me. I don't know that the matter is so serious. I think I am blinded, so please don't think that I am on the side of such a person because of this."

Alexander nodded in agreement, and then he ordered Schell: "But let that man go down, he is a noble after all, which damages his dignity, but his crimes must be tried. As you said, earning less copper coins at the trading post is equivalent to letting the Ottomans hurt us one more cent, so I think it is definitely the most fair for you to conduct this judgment."

The parishioner had an accident on his face. Looking at Alexander, then looking at the baron who was dizzy outside the window, the parishioner suddenly felt that it would be better to return the bribe he had received before.

Alexander did not participate in the Baron's trial, which was completely unnecessary. After sending the parishioner away, he had someone burn a large basin of hot water, then lay in the bathtub and took a shower. After rubbing his skin red, he lazily crawled out, and then he fell on the bed and fell asleep.

It was already evening when Alexander woke up. Looking at the prepared meals, he couldn't help but smile and said to himself, "hot food and comfortable bed."

Alexander knew Prato's thoughts, but he had heard of Prato's tricks for a long time, but he didn't care. As long as it was not too much, he hoped that his subordinates would have more of these unclear ties with him in terms of interests. After all, any relationship was ultimately connected by the chain of interests. Even if a person with supreme and lofty ideals and beliefs, although the ultimate pursuit of individuals may not be an individual, it is still the interests of the group he recognized.

So Prato's actions did not make Alexander angry, but he didn't want to let Prato go so easily. After all, it was one thing, but it was another thing to still turn a blind eye after knowing that. He didn't want Proto to think that he was indulging him, so it would be of no benefit to both business and Prato himself.

Alexander still hopes that his subordinates can follow him. Although he is destined to be left behind along the way, or even like Carlo, he eventually has to give up the separation for various reasons, but he still hopes that there are fewer such bad examples.

When Prato came back halfway through the meal, he saluted Alexander and was invited to sit on the other side of the table. After drinking a sip of wine to drive away the heat, he simply reported the result of the trial to Alexander.

Although the parishioner called out fiercely, perhaps because he had received the money, he finally gave the baron a chance to make a statement. He announced that the baron would go to the senior official of Mungk to make an explanation. Then he hurriedly left Bojara City with his entourage on the grounds that there were important academic affairs in the parish.

"But why do you have to go through such a big trouble," Prato asked a little strangely. "Here are often solved with a knife, even the nobles. Just find a reason to deal with him."

"Prato, we do business," Alexander shook his head and guided his subordinates. "The most important thing in doing business is to treat yourself as a businessman. If everything is solved with a knife, then our business is abnormal. This method may work in this place, but it will not work in other places. Of course, if someone wants to deal with us like this, we have to use a much more intense way than them to let him understand who he is dealing with."

Prato nodded with conviction. Although he still didn't quite understand what the Duke did, he shut his mouth obediently.

"There's another thing," Alexander pulled open the white bread into his mouth and chewed it for a few bites. Seeing Prato's face feeling a little nervous, he picked up the cup and drank a sip of wine. "I have decided to appoint Monk Luca Pacioli as the financial auditor, so Prato, you should have fiddled with your tricks as soon as possible, otherwise if Monk Pacioli finds out, even I can't save you."

Prato's face turned pale, his hands holding the wine glass trembled slightly, the wine rose and fell gently in the cup, and then he forced himself to slowly put the cup on the table.

"Prato, I value you very much. You and Tiego are both important assistants, and you are a little different from him. I can tell you that your path is different from Tiego. He may become my Chancellor of the Constitution in the future, but you will not appear in my court, because you will become my business agent, so Prato, you must understand what is more important to you."

A hint of excitement flashed across Prato's pale face. This was the first time Alexander revealed his expectations for him. Although he was not clear about what this so-called agent actually meant, only from the momentum of the development of the trade alliance, Prato could imagine how big he would do in the future.

"Sir, I know what to do. Thank you, you are my father." Prato walked around the table and grabbed Alexander's hand and leaned on his greasy mouth, which almost caused Alexander to raise his foot and kick him out.

After watching Prato rub his hands with a layer of oil stain as a handkerchief, Alexander resisted the urge to wipe his hands immediately, and after giving a few more instructions, he quickly ended the dinner that had lost its appetite.

Prato was very prepared. After a night of rest, Alexander left Bojara City with the hunting guards. Seeing the soldiers not only removed their fatigue, but also became clean and tidy, Alexander was very happy. Then he saw the caravans who had gone into the city overnight to unload a large amount of food and travel and change their clothes, Alexander did see that Prato had indeed gained a firm foothold in the Balkans.

As for the trouble caused by small figures like Baron Bojara, it can only be said that some places are indeed difficult to deal with because they are too remote.

This reminded Alexander of the previous night visit to vampires in Transylvania.

Until he left Schwarah Castle, Alexander had been "bargaining" with the Transylvanian nobles. He knew that the more he acted so controversially, the more he seemed to be true. Later, because he was too devoted, Alexander himself began to doubt the previous Knights Templars, the treasures of King Solomon, and the Holy See had already mastered the threat of the whereabouts of those secret believers who believed in Judah. ​​Are these things just the truth?

But about the Truth Society, Alexander knew something about their future results.

These people still existed until centuries later, but they had become a group of pure conspiracy theorists who questioned the Bible, the Holy See, and everything in Christian history was hypocritical and deceptive. Then they began to question the whole world. In this argument of doubting everything, those people gradually became dull and eventually died in the vast world.

The history of no country or nation in the world was created by a group of pure conspirators, and the gradual decline of the Truth Society is proof of it.

But this time, Alexander got some unexpected gains from these Truth Society people.

In Iberia, there are indeed people from the Truth Society!

This attracted Alexander's attention. If this unexpected communication with the Transylvanian nobles made him take a big risk, then the return of this risk made him very satisfied.

But after finally leaving Schwarah Castle, looking at Alexander who was easily turning over the horse, Vatiereto, who saw him off, suddenly spoke: "I hope you are all talking about the real duke, otherwise you have to be careful. Don't forget that even if you leave, you still have family here."
Chapter completed!