"This city is really not exciting enough. It cannot be compared with Kiev at all. Even the wine is not as good as Kiev."
Yang muttered in Russian, and then he staggered out of the tavern. The tavern waiter beside him couldn't understand him at all.
But even if he understands, he will pretend not to understand. This is a big customer. He has ordered all the good wine in the tavern. And what does the king's city have to do with him?
Although Fekhshvar is now filled with foreign dignitaries, such generous people are still rare.
Jan Vishaditch disdainfully threw a few silver coins on the ground, and the tavern clerk hurriedly picked them up.
These silver coins bear the trident of the Rurik family, which is the foreign trade currency of Kievan Rus. They are made of precious imported silver, well-made and used in large quantities.
Even the residents of the imperial capital like this kind of coins, let alone this Hungarian tavern.
This time, the uncle specially distributed these silver coins to the Ross nobles who came for their use. It is too inappropriate to use silver ingots like hryvnia outside. Ross is a member of the civilized world, and even his own silver coins
It would be too barbaric not to.
"Don't act like a nouveau riche, Yang. It's not good for you to be like this."
Rostislav looked at Jan's dandy look and said subconsciously that the prince of Moscow really couldn't stand him, and the prince didn't like such a dissolute behavior.
"And there are spies around us, so we still have to be careful about our words and deeds."
Rostislav also looked around, and there were indeed several clumsy spies in sight. They pretended to be vendors or pedestrians on the street, but they didn't pretend to be anything like it. However, there must be real spies watching them under the cover of these clowns.
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"Let them see it. Do we still need to care about these people when we do things? My prince, don't care too much about other people's opinions."
Yang suddenly put his arm around Rostislav's neck, as close as a brother. The prince of Moscow felt the smell of wine coming to his face, and Rostislav's face also showed helplessness, as if he were treating his naughty little brother.
Yang quickly put down his hand and gave Rostislav a mischievous face. Only Yang dared to be so intimate with Rostislav.
Regarding the spies around him, Rostislav actually had a similar view to Yang. He didn't care about the activities of these people at all. He came out for sightseeing and not to meet anyone. Those spies followed them if they wanted to. He just said that just to persuade Yang.
convergence point.
Speaking of spies, Fekhshvar is probably one of the cities with the most spies in the entire Christian world.
The empire, Poland, both sides of the Hungarian civil war, as well as Rus, and the surrounding kings who are paying attention to Hungary's movements, not counting the nobles, God knows how many shady transactions and battles are taking place in the shadows of this city.
But Rostislav had no interest in these trivial matters. He came here just to see this Hungarian city and its exotic customs.
As the political and religious center of the Magyar country, although the size of this city is not good in the eyes of the Russians, the buildings are still very good, and the people living here are wealthy residents.
As for the refugees who crowded every corner of the city some time ago, they have been sent away from their places of origin, and their shacks have been cleared.
Walking on the streets of Fekhshvar, it is quite interesting to look at the surrounding scenery.
Rostislav also went to the local Christian cathedral to pray. It was unlucky to say that he met a Catholic priest who thought he was a Russian and wanted to debate the Bible with him, but Rostislav immediately chose to run away.
It’s not that the Prince of Moscow cannot argue, he is a student of Bishop Luca, and he has memorized many Orthodox scriptures, but he is unwilling to debate. Debating is the responsibility of the priest, not him, the prince. He really doesn’t want to be with others.
Discussing things like “and clauses”…
What's more, in the context of the great schism between the Eastern and Western churches, hasty debate on the Bible can easily lead to diplomatic accidents. Although conflicts between the Eastern and Western churches are commonplace, as long as people are willing, small things can become big things.
When it comes to religion, Rostislav discovered through various traces on the street while shopping that the belief situation in this city is very similar to that in Ross. In other words, half of the people in the city are pagans...
But this is normal. Hungary converted to Christianity later than Russia.
Today Rostislav planned to take a look outside the city of Fekhshvar. He was used to seeing the scenery inside the city, and it was time to take a look at the scenery outside.
Rostislav did not plan to bring many followers, but bringing so many people would make it impossible for him to see what he wanted to see.
Although that boy Vasily disapproved of Rostislav's behavior, there was no way he could change the prince's decision. In the end, he sat back honestly under Rostislav's order.
As a guest of Prince Rus and King Bela, the prince naturally passed the city gate with great ease and arrived at the camp outside the city where people from all over Hungary gathered.
Farther away are the military camps of all parties, with different flags flying among them, and patrolling soldiers can be seen on the towering wooden towers.
But what Rostislav cared about was not the military camps, but the Magyar camps. Due to the order of King Bela, representatives from all over Hungary were sent here. It can be said that this camp is now filled with people from all over Hungary.
For Rostislav, it would be a pity not to take this opportunity to see and interact with people across Hungary.
At a glance, the prince of Moscow saw bustling crowds everywhere, nomads on horseback drinking beer, capable farmers and wealthy citizens talking about prices for goods, and tough-guy-looking mercenaries selling themselves to find employers.
Although the influence from the west and south is getting stronger and stronger, the clothing of the Magyars still maintains a strong nomadic style. Many people wear robes and high fur hats, just like a group of nomads gathering.
This is a picture full of life, and it is Rostislav's favorite scenery. After seeing so many desolate pictures, nothing is more joyful than seeing prosperity.
Rostislav walked among them and listened to the hawking in foreign languages. He felt relaxed in his heart. Compared with the intrigues and intrigues of the palace, he liked everything ordinary about this.
Of course, he only liked it because of the distance. If he was trapped in the trivial matters of life at the bottom and under the pressure of survival, then Rostislav would definitely be thinking about how to get rid of this scene that he loved so much every day.
While walking in the tent, Rostislav suddenly saw a scene that made him frown.
He saw many people worshiping a strange statue. Those people were quite pious and almost prostrated themselves under the statue. There were also people in rich clothes among them. Even pedestrians nearby who did not worship looked at the statue.
It was also a look of respect.
And the man who looked like a priest was speaking with fanatical words, many of which were attacks on Christ, but no one had any objections to this.
And Rostislav knew what this was. It was the old main god of the Magyars, Isten, who ruled the sky.
Like Rus, Hungary also has the problem of strong pagan forces, but the problem here is even more serious than Rus. There was a large-scale pagan rebellion here just a few decades ago.
"Yang, let's go back."
"Ah, don't you want to read it?"
Rostislav looked at the worship of the believers for a while, and then looked at the church steeples in Fekhshvar. How paganism is rampant outside the city walls of this place where the glory of Christ shines, and then in other areas...
Yang was a little confused by the prince's sudden decision. He had only been out of the city for a long time, and he was about to go back. Yang's brain, which was partially numbed by alcohol, was a little confused at the moment, but he still subconsciously obeyed Rostislav and followed him.
leave.
Rostislav, who was walking towards the city gate, had some bad feelings. At the same time, he also remembered the pagan riots he had experienced, and he subconsciously held his hand on the statue of the Virgin on his chest.
Then he decided to go back and stay away from this place that made him feel uncomfortable - to be precise, unsafe.