After enjoying the food in the tavern, Rostislav burped with satisfaction, then he stood up and left.
Rostislav's satisfaction was in a double sense. Physically, he felt comfortable after having worked so hard and had a full meal, and mentally, he finally found evidence that could be used.
Zergy walked in front to lead the way for Rostislav. He was more familiar with this city than the Prince of Moscow, and he had been leading the way these past few days.
Rostislav plans to go back now and sort out the information in his hand so that it can be handed over to others so that they can pay attention to the existence of the pagan problem.
But there is still a problem, that is, although the activities of heretics have been discovered, it is very difficult to find them.
Although they left a loophole in the collection of supplies, they did not leave a loophole in the gathering of personnel, and heretics with weapons were everywhere, and Rostislav could not find any clues at all.
But now at least there is evidence, which is better than nothing. With this thought in mind, Rostislav and Zergi walked towards the camp outside the city together.
The prince of Moscow plans to strengthen the vigilance of his troops after returning. Looking at the current situation, they are likely to have to send troops to fight.
Along the way, the prince of Moscow was thinking about the possible targets of the pagan attacks, and the royal palace and the cathedral were very likely targets.
After all, one represents the Hungarian royal power and the other represents the Hungarian Church. Attacking them can achieve the best results and demonstrate the existence of paganism to the greatest extent.
However, it is extremely difficult to set fire to these two places. As a manifestation of the authority of the royal family and the church, one is always guarded by a large number of guards, while the other always has a huge flow of people coming and going.
Although these two places are important, they are also extremely tightly guarded, and the cost of arson is too high.
Could it be that they set fire to the entire city? Rostislav thought this way, but then he shook his head. Although the pagans had many tinders, it would be too exaggerated to burn the entire city.
Are they just trying to light a few fires and provide eye drops for the Hungarian royal family and the church? If this is the case, why does it feel like children making trouble, and the level of force is too low.
In the end, Rostislav gave up thinking. There was still too little information in hand, and it was still difficult to analyze what those people wanted to do.
And Rostislav, who was separated from his world of thoughts, suddenly realized that something was wrong, because what came into his eyes was a mess of shadows.
Seeing this, Rostislav suddenly raised his head, only to find that he was in a dark alley at some point, which made the prince of Moscow have an inner siren.
Just now, because he was lost in thought, he subconsciously followed Zheerji, but he never expected that Zheerji would lead him into such a dark alley.
This alley is very narrow, submerged by the shadows cast by the walls. This alley is always filled with garbage and homeless people, and it is always the place where all kinds of shady things happen in the city.
This is the place where most people die in every city, but it is also the place where no one cares about the most.
After all, there are always conspiracies going on here, and the victims of the conspiracies range from the top to the bottom.
"Zergi, what are you doing?"
Rostislav put his hand on the handle of the knife and subconsciously took an attacking stance with his feet.
The scene that made Rostislav even more nervous happened the next moment. Five people with weapons such as hatchets and daggers suddenly appeared next to Zergy. What was even more terrible was that four people also appeared behind him. These guys
It is in a state of attacking from both front and back.
On the battlefield, Rostislav would have looked down upon these people, because after all they were cannon fodder trampled under the hooves of horses, but it was different here. These cannon fodder with crude weapons could kill him if not handled properly.
"Master Rostislav, I don't want this. A hero like you shouldn't die in a dark alley like a gangster. But since you have discovered the problem and our gunpowder, you should die too."
Zheji's eyes were full of evil at this moment, and he directly drew his weapon, while everyone around him was doing the same, looking like they were busy sharpening their swords.
"Zergi, don't you have Arpad's blood in your body? Why did you betray the Arpad family and cooperate with the heretics? Is it worthy of your status?"
Rostislav expressed his doubts. He never thought that an Arpad noble would actually cooperate with the heretics. This is really too...
Moreover, the age of paganism is bound to pass, and the age of Christ is bound to come. There is no future for standing with those backward and ignorant pagans.
"Apad's blood? What did you say about Apad's blood? What do you, a legitimate child like you, know about me?"
Rostislav's words aroused Zergy's reaction, and it was still a very violent reaction. The Magyar knight now seemed to have exploded the resentment that had been accumulated in his heart.
"I'm just an illegitimate child, a shady person. Yes, I live with the Arpad family, but in that family I'm more like a servant, a fool who's called around, rather than someone who flows around.
Noblesse of Arpad's blood."
When Zheerji said this, he was full of anger, and extremely strong resentment radiated from his body. These resentments had obviously been accumulated for a long time.
"I used to be naive and thought that as long as I studied hard and trained seriously, I could become my father's true son. But before my father's legitimate son was born, I did seem to have some opportunities, and my father was willing to give me some tenderness.
But what was the result? In the end, I had nothing to do with Arpad's surname and the throne. Ah? Do you know? In order to prevent me from making meritorious service on the battlefield, my father even transferred me from the battlefield in the previous war to go to the German Empire.
Ambassador, bah!”
Listening to Zheergyi venting his anger, Rostislav had nothing to say. Everything Zheergyi said was something he had never experienced before or in this life, and he had no say in these matters.
And looking at the way he is venting his emotions now, no matter what he says, he won't listen. What's more, his identity is so sensitive to this person, speaking rashly will only arouse his anger.
Zheergyi's venting is not over yet. He finally found an opportunity to tell his direct son this. How could it end like this?
"After my father died, I originally thought I had a chance, but what was the outcome? Everyone chose my father's two young legitimate sons instead of me. I am the one who can support the overall situation now, but they
They all ignored me! Go and choose the two children and the widow. What’s even worse is that my father’s woman, your Rurik family woman, has treated me purely as a servant from now on, as if I were theirs.
A mother and a son are like a dog!”
After saying this, Zerji breathed heavily as if relieved. He had hidden these words in his heart for too long.
How many days and nights did he think about these words, but he was afraid of letting others know that the pressure was unimaginable to ordinary people.
"So, you turned to those heathens, huh?"
Rostislav said coldly. After hearing the story told by Zergi, the prince of Moscow understood that this was not a contradiction that could be explained with words.
This is a conflict between interests and interests. In this conflict, you will die or I will live. No one can give in.
"Yes, yes, I have to find a way for myself, and that way soon appeared in front of me. This city will soon become a stage, a stage for a big drama. It's a pity that you
The dying man cannot see the moment when everything blossoms."
As Zergi spoke, he raised his machete, and the minions around him did the same, preparing to kill Rostislav at the next moment.
"Oh? Then can you tell me your plan for this dying man?"
And Rostislav felt an opportunity, an opportunity for the true image to appear before his eyes. Regardless of the threat of the sword, Rostislav asked what he cared about most.
"Sorry, no."
Just when Rostislav thought he would be able to succeed in his routine, he heard an answer that made him feel a little choked.
Zheerji directly rejected his request without any hesitation.
"The plan hasn't started yet. The actors on the stage are still doing their makeup before going on stage. I can't leak anything. I'm sorry, Mr. Rostislav, I don't want you to die in ignorance like this. I won't be able to do anything until my death."
I understand all this, but the situation forces me to do nothing."
Rostislav was really a little shocked this time. He really didn't expect that this person would actually play cards out of common sense. At this time, shouldn't you be proud to show off your conspiracy? Why didn't you say a word?
The fact is that Zheergyi did not have any pride. He remained calm and did not have any arrogance.
"Okay, let's send Mr. Rostislav on his way. Remember to find the bodies of a few tramps when the matter is over. Our Mr. Rostislav accidentally entered a back alley and was attacked by tramps. Although he killed many people, he was still outnumbered and died unfortunately.
, and I was unfortunately injured in order to protect you, and was stabbed in the left chest and passed out."
While Zheergyi was compiling Rostislav's "method of death" and his own reasons for procrastination, he ordered his men to come forward with weapons. They attacked from both front and back, as if they wanted to kill Rostislav.
.
The prince held a long sword and looked at the enemies in front and behind him. He didn't know how to deal with it. It was difficult for him to deal with the enemies attacking from behind.
It seems that the only option is to flip the cards. Prince of Moscow thought.
"Lord Zergi, do you know why I always win?"
Rostislav's rambling words suddenly made everyone stunned, and Zergi frowned. What was this man talking about?
"What do you want to say? Lord Rostislav, you would be too stupid if you want to buy some time in this way. This alley has been blocked, and it is impossible for anyone to save you."
But Rostislav just responded with a smile. For some reason, that smile made Zergi feel a little embarrassed.
"Because I always have a backup plan?"
"Huh? Could it be that..."
Zheergyi immediately realized what Rostislav was implying. Just when he was about to continue asking, Rostislav suddenly interrupted him with a yell.
"Vasily! Do it!"
As soon as the Prince of Moscow finished speaking, the sound of strings and the sound of breaking through the air sounded at the same time, and then the four armed men standing behind Rostislav fell down one after another, with crossbow arrows stuck on their backs.
After the four people fell, it was clear that Rostislav's personal leader Vasily Ivanovich Hrensky was standing there. Vasily, who was usually majestic, was now wearing a
He wore an inconspicuous gray cloak and held a crossbow in his hand.
Beside him were four similarly dressed men in gray robes, squatting and raising crossbows.
The crossbow arrows we just obtained came from them. It was too easy to kill these minions with one blow that could easily break through the armor.
Lying at his feet were the subordinates Zheerji arranged to guard the alley. Their throats were all opened, and blood was flowing out from them, forming a stream of blood, and their faces were full of blood.
With a look of disbelief on his face, it was obvious that the attack was swift.
"I am a cautious person, Zheergyi. I will not be alone with others. No matter who the person is, I always have to ensure that there is a guard around me, so that no matter what kind of thing I encounter, I will be targeted."
Now it was Rostislav's turn to elaborate. The Prince of Moscow had never completely trusted the Magyar knight in front of him. Rostislav had been wary of him from the beginning when he approached him enthusiastically. Therefore, during the investigation in the past few days, Rostislav
They all asked Vasily to secretly take his crossbowmen to follow him as guards.
The reason why I chose crossbowmen is because these people either come from the countryside or come from the city, and they can pretend to be at the bottom of the class very well, even if they are in another country.
And their appearance is not unexpected. After all, there have been too many foreigners in this city recently since the big shots are going to have a meeting.
Vasily and others stepped over the corpse and walked up to Rostislav, guarding their master behind them.
At this time, their cloaks had been lifted up, revealing the armor beneath them, and their hands held fully loaded crossbows.
Zheergyi looked at all this with a sad look on his face. The three melons under him would never be able to defeat the armored warriors in front of him, and they were all wearing armor.
And the situation of his subordinates was not much better. Four companions died tragically in front of them, and in front of them were some samurai who killed without batting an eye. How could they defeat these guys? Those guys still have such powerful hands.
projectile weapons.
However, Zheergyi was still a little lucky that he did not fall into Rostislav's trick and reveal his plan.
As long as the plan is not revealed, it doesn't matter. The power on the surface cannot be maintained, but if it can't be maintained, it can't be maintained. That is not the core of the plan in the first place.
The most important thing now is to save this life
With this thought, Zheerji yelled.
"superior!"
His subordinates killed them subconsciously. These were all people who had no brains to follow orders. They still obeyed the orders from above inertia. At the same time, Zheergyi ran away en masse.
The crossbowmen immediately fired the crossbow arrows, and the stupid ones were shot one after another, and then they fell to the ground and howled - the crossbowmen did not kill because they knew that their master needed prisoners.
The temporary team back then has now become a professional team in the hands of Rostislav, which can be said to be a permanent presence. In a sense, this team can also be regarded as a bodyguard-level existence of the Prince of Moscow.
As for Zheergyi, he took advantage of the death of his men and ran out with the men guarding him at the other end of the alley. He ran very fast and disappeared in an instant.
And when the Russians loaded their ammunition and raised their crossbows to shoot, his figure had completely disappeared.
The Russians immediately chased him out, but when they went out, they found that Zergi had blended into the crowd and could not be seen at all. The group of Russians who rushed out with crossbows startled passers-by.
Although this was an era where everyone carried weapons, it was still rare to see people wearing armor on the streets, and these people also carried crossbows.
However, most people ran away after looking at it for a while, because there was blood on those people's boots, and it was still very fresh to the naked eye.
How could anyone dare to look at such a scene? The most important thing is to run away immediately to avoid being affected.
Seeing this, the Russians had no choice but to retreat to the alley. They didn't want to attract too much attention, which would be worth the loss.
The people who returned gathered the prisoners together, while Rostislav found a box and sat down regardless of the dirt on it.
"Sir, you really scared me to death just now. Those people rushed in front of you. I almost took action in advance."
Vasily walked towards his master, his words full of complaints. The scene before was really scary. If they had taken action later, the prince would really have been doomed.
If Rostislav hadn't given him a signal from the beginning asking him to wait and see what happens, he would have swept away the rubbish, instead of just waiting there anxiously.
"I wanted to come up with more words, but the Magyar didn't say a word. It was really surprising."
Rostislav lamented another thing, this kid is really not interesting enough, and he is not even willing to die to let him become a sensible person.
"But I really didn't expect Lord Zheerji to betray... Then Sir, what should we do now."
Just as Vasily was talking, the guys who had been shot and injured were tied up, and they kept wailing. After all, they were tied up by a group of big men, and secondary damage to their wounds was inevitable.
"Take these people back to the camp and find some doctors. I need to know what these people know, and I also need to go find Edward. Zergi's subordinates must be controlled quickly."