king of ros

Chapter 219
After enjoying the food in the tavern, Rostislav burped in satisfaction, then got up and left.

Rostislav's satisfaction has two meanings. Physically, he is very comfortable after working so much and eating a full meal, while spiritually, he finally found the evidence that can be used.

Dzhergi went ahead to lead the way for Rostislav. He was more familiar with the city than the prince of Moscow, and he had been leading the way for the past few days.

Rostislav intends to go back and sort out the information in his hand now, so that it can be handed over to others, so that they can pay attention to the existence of paganism.

But there is still a problem now, that is, although the activities of the heretics have been discovered, it is very difficult to find them.

Although they had left loopholes in the collection of supplies, they did not leave any loopholes in the assembly of personnel, and heretics with weapons were everywhere, and Rostislav couldn't find any clues at all.

But now at least there is evidence, which is better than nothing. With this in mind, Rostislav and Zheerji walked towards the camp outside the city together.

The prince of Moscow plans to strengthen the vigilance of the troops after returning. Judging from the current situation, they are likely to send troops to fight.

Along the way, the princes of Moscow were thinking about the possible targets of the infidels. The palace and the cathedral were very likely.

After all, these two represent the Hungarian royal power, and the other represents the Hungarian church. Attacking them can achieve the best results and can maximize the existence of paganism.

But it is also extremely difficult to set fire to these two places. As the authority of the royal family and the church, one is guarded by a large number of guards at all times, while the other always has a huge flow of people.

These two places are important, but the guards are extremely tight, and the cost of arson is too high.

Could it be that they set fire to the whole city?Rostislav thought so, but then shook his head. Although the heretics bought a lot of firelighters, it would be too exaggerated to burn the entire city.

Are they just to light a few fires and give eye drops to the Hungarian royal family and the church?If this is the case, how can there be a feeling of a child making trouble, the compulsion is too low.

In the end, Rostislav gave up thinking. There is still too little information in his hands, and it is still difficult to analyze what those people want to do.

And Rostislav, who broke away from his thought world, suddenly realized that something was wrong, because what entered his eyes seemed to be a piece of shadowy debris.

Seeing this, Rostislav raised his head abruptly, only to find that he was in a dark alley at some point, which made the Prince of Moscow's inner siren blare.

Just now, because he was lost in thought, he followed Zheerji subconsciously, but he never expected that Zheerji would lead him into such a dark alley.

This alley is very narrow, flooded by the shadows cast by the walls. This alley is always full of garbage and homeless people, and it is always a place where all kinds of shady things in the city happen.

This is the place with the most dead people in every city, but it is also the place where no one cares the least.

After all, there is always a conspiracy going on here, and its victims range from the top to the bottom.

"Jergi, what are you doing?"

Rostislav put his hand on the handle of the knife, and subconsciously assumed an attacking stance.

And the scene that made Rostislav even more nervous happened in the next moment. Five people with weapons such as hatchets and daggers suddenly emerged from Zhergi's side, and what's more terrible was that four people appeared behind him. It was in a state of front and rear attack.

If it was on the battlefield, Rostislav would have dismissed these people, because after all, they were cannon fodder trampled under the hooves of the horse, but it was different here, these cannon fodder with crude weapons could kill him if they were not handled properly.

"Lord Rostislav, I don't want to do this. A hero like you shouldn't die in a dark alley like a hooligan. But since you have discovered the problem and our gunpowder, you should die too."

Zheerji's eyes were full of unkindness at the moment, he drew out his weapon directly, and everyone around him was like this, looking like they were sharpening their knives.

"Jerji, don't you have the blood of Arpad? Why did you betray the Arpad family and cooperate with the heretics? Are you worthy of your identity?"

Rostislav expressed his doubts. He never thought that a noble Arpad would cooperate with pagans. This is too...

Moreover, the age of paganism will inevitably pass, and the age of Christ will inevitably come, and there is no future for standing with those backward and ignorant pagans.

"Arpad's blood? What did you say about Arpad's blood? What do you know about me for a child like you?"

Rostislav's words aroused Dzheergi's reaction, and it was still a very violent reaction. The Magyar knight now seemed to burst out the resentment that had been accumulated in his heart.

"I'm nothing more than a bastard, a shady man, yes, I live with the Arpad family, but I'm more of a servant in that house, a fool being called around than a slut Noble of Arpad's blood."

When Zheerji said this, he was full of hostility, and extremely strong resentment emanated from him. These resentments had obviously accumulated for a long time.

"I used to be naive and thought that as long as I study hard and train hard, I can become my father's real son. Before my father's son was born, I did seem to have some opportunities, and my father was willing to give me some warmth. But what was the result? In the end, I still had no chance with Arpad’s surname and the throne. Ah? 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 the Germanic Empire. Ambassador, I'm bah!"

Listening to Zheergi's angry vent, Rostislav had nothing to say. Everything Zheergi said was something he had never experienced in his previous life or this life, and he had no right to speak on it.

And seeing how he was venting his emotions, no matter what he said, he would not listen to him, not to mention that his identity was so sensitive to this person, speaking rashly would only arouse his anger.

And Zheerji's venting is not over yet, he finally found such an opportunity to tell his sons, how could it end like this.

"After my father died, I thought I had a chance, but what was the outcome? Everyone chose my father's two young sons instead of me. I am the one who can support the overall situation now, but they Ignore me! Go pick the two children and the widow. What's worse, the father's woman, that woman from your Rurik family, has been using me purely as a servant since then, as if I were them Like a dog for mother and son!"

After saying this, Zheerji panted heavily as if relieved of a heavy burden. He had hidden these words in his heart for too long.

He has been thinking about these words for many days and nights, but he is afraid that people will know that the pressure is beyond ordinary people's imagination.

"So, you fell for the heathen, didn't you?"

Rostislav said coldly that after hearing the story told by Zheergi, the prince of Moscow understood that this was not a contradiction that could be explained in words.

This is a conflict between interests and interests. In this conflict, either you die or I live, and no one can make concessions.

"Yes, yes, I had to find a way for myself, and the way soon appeared before me. The city will soon become a stage, the stage of a great drama, but unfortunately, you A dying man cannot see the moment when everything blooms."

Zheerji raised his scimitar while talking, and the minions around him did the same, ready to kill Rostislav in the next moment.

"Oh? Then can you tell me your plan for this dying man?"

But Rostislav felt an opportunity, an opportunity to let the truth appear in front of his eyes, and regardless of the threat of the sword, Rostislav asked what he cared most about.

"Sorry, no."

Just when Rostislav thought he would succeed in the routine, he heard an answer that made him choke.

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 disclose anything. I'm sorry, Mr. Rostislav, I don't want you to die in ignorance like this. A dead ghost who understands all of this, but the situation is compelling and there is no way."

Rostislav was really a little surprised this time. He really didn't expect this person to play cards out of common sense. Shouldn't you be proud to show your conspiracy at this time?Why don't you say a word.

But the fact is that Zheerji didn't have any complacency, he still remained calm, without any arrogance.

"Okay, let's send Lord Rostislav on the road. Remember to find the corpses of some tramps when the matter is over. Our Lord Rostislav accidentally entered a back alley and was attacked by tramps. Although he killed many people, he was still outnumbered and unfortunately died. , but unfortunately I was injured in order to protect the adults, was pierced through the left chest and passed out."

While making up Rostislav's "how to die" and his own reasons for procrastinating, Zheerji ordered his subordinates to come forward with weapons. .

The prince held the long sword and looked at the enemies in the front and back, and he didn't know how to deal with it. It was very difficult for him to deal with the enemies attacking in the front and back.

It seems that we can only flip the cards.The Prince of Moscow thought.

"Master Zheerji, do you know why I always win?"

Rostislav's endless words suddenly made everyone startled, and Zheerji frowned. What was this man talking about?
"What do you want to say? Mr. Rostislav, if you want to use this method to buy some time, you are too stupid. This alley has been blocked, and it is impossible for someone to rescue you."

And Rostislav just responded with a smile, and for some reason, that smile made Zheerji feel a little nervous.

"Because I always hold back?"

"Huh? Could it be..."

Dzhergi immediately realized what Rostislav was implying, and just as he was about to continue asking, Rostislav suddenly interrupted his words by shouting.

"Vassily! Do it!"

As soon as the prince of Moscow finished speaking, the sound of the string machine and the sound of breaking 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 in their backs.

And after the four fell down, it seemed that Rostislav's personal leader Vasily Ivanovich Helensky was standing there. Vasily, who was always majestic on weekdays, was now wearing a A humble gray cloak, holding a crossbow in his hand.

Beside him were four men in gray robes who were dressed in the same squatting position and raised their crossbows.

The crossbow arrows just now came from them, and it is too easy to kill these minions with one blow that is enough to easily break through the iron armor.

And lying at his feet are the subordinates that Zheerji arranged to guard the entrance of the alley. Their throats were all opened, and blood was flowing out of it, forming a stream of blood. With an unbelievable expression, it was obvious that the attack was swift.

"I'm a cautious person, Jergi. I don't get along with people alone. No matter who they are, I always have to ensure that there are guards around me, so that no matter what kind of things I encounter, I will be targeted."

Now it is Rostislav's turn to explain that the prince of Moscow has never fully trusted the Magyar knight in front of him. Rostislav has been wary since the beginning of his enthusiasm, so during the investigation in the past few days, Rostislav All let Vasily secretly lead his crossbowmen to follow the guards.

The reason why they chose to be crossbowmen was because these people either had accidents in the countryside or were born in the market. If they pretended to be low-level, they would be lifelike, even if they were in another country.

And their appearance is not abrupt, after all, since the big shots are going to have a meeting, after all, there have been too many foreigners in this city recently.

Vasily and others stepped over the corpse, walked to Rostislav and guarded the master behind him.

At this time, their cloaks had also been lifted, revealing the iron armor under them, and their hands were holding the wound crossbows.

Looking at all this, Zheerji's face became ugly. Relying on the three melons under him, he would never be able to defeat the armored warrior in front of him, and they were all wearing armor.

And the situation of his subordinates is not much better. The four companions died tragically in front of them like that, and in front of them are some murderous warriors. How could they beat these guys, who are still so powerful in their hands? projectile weapons.

But Zheerji is still a little lucky, glad that he didn't fall into Rostislav's routine to tell the plan.

As long as the plan is not spoken out, it is nothing. The power on the surface must not be preserved, but if it cannot be preserved, then it cannot be preserved. That is not the core of the plan in the first place.

And now the most important thing is to save this life

With such thoughts in mind, Zheerji roared.

"on!"

His subordinates subconsciously killed them. They were all mindless followers of orders. They still obeyed the orders of their superiors habitually. At the same time, Zheerji ran away in a hurry.

The crossbowmen immediately shot the crossbow arrows, and the stupid ones who went up 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, and it can be said that it exists on a regular basis. In a sense, this team can also be regarded as the existence of the personal guard of the prince of Moscow.

As for Zheerji, he took advantage of the death of his subordinates to run out with the guards at the other end of the alley, and his running speed was very fast, and he disappeared in an instant.

And when the Ross loaded the ammunition and was ready to shoot, his figure had completely disappeared.

The Ross people immediately chased them out, but after they went out, they found that Zheerji had mixed into the crowd and could not be seen at all, and the group of Ross people rushing out with crossbows startled passers-by.

Although this is an era where everyone carries weapons, it is still rare to see people wearing armor on the streets, and these people are also holding bows and crossbows.

But most of the people ran away after looking at it for a while, because there was blood on their boots, and it was fresh enough to be seen by the naked eye.

How could anyone dare to look at such a scene? The most important thing is to run away immediately so as not to be affected.

Seeing this, the Ross people had no choice but to retreat to the alley. They didn't want to attract too much attention, and the gain outweighed the loss.

The retreating crowd collected the prisoners, while Rostislav found a box and sat down on it regardless of the dirt on it.

"My lord, I was really scared to death just now. Those people rushed in front of you, and I almost made a move ahead of time."

Vasily walked towards his master, his words were full of complaints, the previous scene was really scary, if they acted late, the prince would really have to die.

If Rostislav hadn't signaled him to wait and see what happened from the very beginning, he would have swept away the rubbish long ago, instead of just waiting there anxiously.

"I wanted to add some more words, but that Magyar didn't say a word. It's really surprising."

Rostislav lamented another thing, this kid is really meaningless, he is unwilling to let him be a fool even if he dies.

"But I really didn't expect Mr. Zheerji to betray... so my lord, what should we do now."

While Vasily was speaking, the guys who were shot before were tied up, and they kept wailing. After all, they were tied up by a group of big men, and the secondary injury of the wound was inevitable.

"Take these people back to the camp and find a few doctors. I need to know what these people know, and I have to go to Edward. Those subordinates of Jergi must quickly control them."

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　Ten thousand changes today

　　
　
(End of this chapter)