"This is the place where the battle took place. You don't know. Many, many people died here that day. I was working as a poet in the Confederate Army at the time, and I was able to witness that battle with my own eyes. Oh, those thousands of troops.
Charge up, it’s a pity that you juniors didn’t see it.”
An opera performer wearing a fur jacket and with his hair disheveled on his head told the story of that year in a very emotional tone. Judging from his tone, it was as if he was the hero of the Battle of Buda.
"You are in the Confederate Army? Then how come you have nothing to do?"
A voice rang out from the crowd, followed by many voices asking him about his experiences back then.
"Ha, you don't know, let me explain it. When the Confederate Army collapsed, I was trapped by the defeated soldiers and almost died, but a group of Northern Army cavalry swept them away and they were all dead. I
But miraculously nothing happened. This must be God's care for me, and I saw Lord Rostislav at that time, and that Lord must have seen me, so the Northern Army did not do anything to me, Rostislav
Your Excellency always looks at people, she must have given the order."
The Baixi artist stroked his beard proudly, his face full of pride, but the next second someone tried to dismantle him.
"Shut up, Petrov, you must be just lucky, don't talk so much!"
"Yes, yes! Stop talking!"
"Shh, old man, stop making trouble."
Following these words, there were boos and boos. There is no authority and order in the group of performers. That Petrov only relied on his seniority to get everyone here to listen to him, but
That's all.
There are not only this group of performers who practice their skills here, but also businessmen who are exchanging news on the road, farmers who plan to sell the goods produced at home to the towns, and citizens who visit distant relatives.
When Petrov listened to people's speculations about the Holy City, he just felt that they were all a group of country bumpkins. As a performer who had been active in various parts of Russia for a long time, he knew far better news than these people.
It is said that fifty Confederate nobles were once hanged on this tree, which gave it a somewhat horrific tone, but this did not affect the gathering of people here.
"You remind me of an acquaintance of mine, it's that simple... As for robbery." Rostislav cooled the dagger on his waist, "I once walked alone in Rus for a long time. If I didn't have the strength, I would have
He died in the wilderness of Ross, and there were people in this team who wanted to rob me before, but they all died."
Rostislav sat down next to Petrov and drank the kvass from the water bag.
After a while, everyone who had had enough trouble gradually dispersed, leaving only Petrov who was being laughed at. Seeing this, Petrov could only shake his head silently, and then found a tree to sit down.
Looking back on his experiences during this period, Rostislav was full of emotions. Although he had only been wandering for a few years, he felt that the inspiration he had gained in the past few years was many times stronger than when he was in Kiev.
The most talked about topic now is the Crusades in the Holy City in the South. Although Ross is only a faith border area of Christendom, this does not affect people's discussion of the rumored wealthy place and their yearning for it.
Rostislav Vladimirovich Rurik was wrapped in an old fur coat and a ruffled fur hat. He looked like a farmer in the woods, but this group of actors knew that
, the man who was traveling with them from Kiev was a wealthy man.
"Friend, do you want a drink?"
Listening to the people who passed on the news second-hand, third-hand or even more, Petrov had a strong sense of superiority, but the next second he restrained his emotions. As an artist who relies on the audience for food, he cannot
These emotions are all too obvious.
Petrov also knew that he would definitely not be able to convince the rich man in front of him by saying this, but he still had to say it.
This old man with the same name as Grand Duke Ross has always been known for his generosity. Everyone is guessing who he is. Some people think he is a rich and strange old man, and some people think he is an idle nobleman.
Others believe that he was an investigator for the Grand Duke's government.
"Of course, of course."
Petrov dug out his money bag, calculated how much money he had left, and figured out when he should perform. As an artist who is good at performing and singing, he already had a rough share of the income from each performance.
"Why do you, a big boss, follow me? I'm just an old artist who hangs out every day. There are a lot of young people who are better than me in terms of skills. And you're not afraid of me robbing you?"
Because under Rostislav's rule, the roads in this land have become safer, and new roads are constantly being built. Safe roads have allowed people to move more frequently, and more and more people can leave their hometowns to travel to more places.
Far away.
In short, no one thought about his true identity. After all, the Grand Duke of Ross was a word that was too far away from low-level performers like them.
Suddenly, a voice sounded, and then a water bag appeared in front of Petrov. The old artist was not polite, picked it up and poured it into his mouth.
"Ha, it's high-quality kvass. My friend, you were very kind to old Petrov. Huh? Isn't this Rostislav? It's you, the rich man among us poor people."
"Okay, okay, then come with me. As promised, I can only control my own food."
Where everyone is now, there is an extremely large ancient tree. It is precisely because of the existence of this tree that it has become a gathering place for travelers.
Petrov was a little surprised as to why the big boss wanted to follow him.
"Our team is about to break up, and I want to find someone to go with me." Rostislav came up and went straight to the point, "As long as you don't leave Ross, you can go anywhere, and I will follow you."
"Yes, it's me, Petrov."
And he kind of liked the feeling of wandering around in this place. It was much more free than in Kiev. In those small towns that were rarely mentioned in reports from Kiev and villages that not many people even knew about, he saw
The truest background of the land of Ross.
Especially when he was following the performers of Baixi Opera in villages and towns, he was completely immersed in watching the different people and things, and the various events.
He doesn't want to go back to Kiev at all now. He just wants to continue wandering around Russia. Anyway, his son is doing quite well. As long as the matter about Georgia is settled, he can completely lose his job and be free by then.
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"Hey, you old man, why are you giggling here all of a sudden?"