The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

Alvid Wedenberg! The highest commander of the Swedish army in Krakow!

Chechen didn't expect to meet him here, let alone that the death of a dozen dragoons would shock the general.

"Your Excellency, how can a few thieves bother you to go out in person." Father Spasokukotsky, who was sitting on the side, asked anxiously with his eyes twinkling.

"It's Kors Tenmatsu's job to catch those guys. I have something else today." Alvid Wiedenberg said flatly.

Cheerchen glanced at Father Spasokukotsky secretly. The priest looked sad, and he was obviously worried about the Daguangmingshan Monastery. He was afraid that Alvid Wedenberg was going to Czestochowa.

Natalie and others who killed the dragoons were still in Czestochowa, and if Arvid Wiedenberg were to go, they would definitely meet. At that time, Natalie's improvised mob was the opponent of Arvid Widenberg's regular army.

If such a thing happens, even the monastery may suffer. After all, the crime of harboring criminals who killed the Swedes cannot be preserved even if the monastery has a letter from the Swedish king.

"Your Excellency General, are you going to Czestochowa?" Cheerchen asked if it was possible.

Perhaps Alvid Wedenberg just went out hunting because of the good weather.

For a moment, the smile on Alvid Widenberg's face disappeared, but he immediately regained his smile.

"Of course not. His Majesty the King has repeatedly ordered us not to approach Czestochowa. How dare I disobey the order. In fact, I went out hunting with a friend." Arvid Widenberg said.

Alvid Wedenberg concealed it well, but Chechen hadn't noticed that smile solidified. Hearing Arvid Widenberg said that he was not going to Czestochowa, Chechen secretly let go of his heart.

At this time, a servant ran over. The servant looked at Arvid Widenberg and then at Chechen and Father Spasokukotsky, with hesitation on his face.

"Frankly speaking, these two are my friends." Arvid Widenberg said.

The servant then spoke.

"General, Master Frzezhovich is here," said the servant.

Alvid Widenberg stood up with a "swish". He lifted his foot and was about to leave, but immediately he remembered that there were two people sitting in front of him.

"Excuse me for leaving, Captain Chechen and the priest. My friend has arrived." Alvid Wiedenberg said with a smile.

"Please do it yourself, General." Cheerchen said.

Alvid Wedenberg left. Chechen looked in the direction in which Arvid Widenberg was advancing, and saw a chaise with four horses swiftly driving into the clearing. Then, a person got off the carriage. This man was wearing a top hat with a plume in the top hat, and he was wearing a black coat, reaching knees.

Arvid Widenberg and the Frzezhovich met and they talked. Vaguely, Cheerchen could hear their voices, but since they were all in Swedish, Cheerchen didn't understand the meaning.

Inadvertently, Cheerchen turned his head and looked around. He found Father Spasokukotsky's face strangely ugly.

"Father, what's the matter with you?" Cheer Chen asked with concern.

"No, nothing. Commander. I may not like the bitter taste of this coffee." The priest explained. Then he picked up the cup and took another sip.

After a while, Arvid Widenberg and the man walked back shoulder to shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I just talked to this gentleman about something." Arvid Wiedenberg said to Chechen and Father Spasokukotsky.

The strange thing is that Alvid Wedenberg said this sentence in Swedish again.

Of course Chechen didn't understand Swedish. He heard Arvid Wedenberg's voice but didn't know what he was talking about. He looked up at Arvid Wedenberg's face blank. And Spasokukotsky thought that he was not talking to himself.

Alvid Wedenberg seemed to have just reacted, and he repeated what he had just said with a look of embarrassment.

"It doesn't matter, Your Excellency General. Your official business matters." Cheer Chen said.

Arvid Wiedenberg introduced Frzezhovic to Chechen and praised him as a loyal and capable person.

"Mr. Frzezhovich, what do you do now?" Chechen chatted with him.

"It's just to accomplish some trivial things for the great King Karl X. Just as you soldiers use swords to serve the king, we use money bags to serve the king. General Arvid Wiedenberg knew that. Our king is a generous man. As long as he makes the contribution, he will receive a greater reward than he expected. But in this way, before the Jews released money to the King, King Carl X was often in debt. The state of the money. My task is to do my best to relieve His Majesty the King and his generals from this embarrassing state." Frzezhovic said quite proudly.

"Oh, my goodness! Then you must have a gold mine." Cheechen said exaggeratedly.

He knew how much money was spent in war. Janusz Raziwiew is rich, with manors and castles all over the Republic of Poland, but only a few months later, his money box began to bottom out. There are even rumors that he sold some ancestral castles at extremely cheap prices.

Chechen’s compliments greatly satisfied Frzezhovic’s self-esteem~www.readwn.com~ He laughed loudly: "You are right, I did find a gold mine recently."

Arvid Widenberg might think that Frzezhovic said too much and was too smug, he coughed deliberately.

Frzezhovich clearly understood what Arvid Widenberg meant, and he shut up.

The one who could talk the most stopped talking, and all that was left was the sound of the coffee pot boiling. The scene was a bit cold.

"General Arvid Wiedenberg. It's getting late, and the priest and I have to go to Vadovac soon." Chechen said.

Cheerchen clearly knew how to advance and retreat, and realized that it was not appropriate for him to be here.

"Oh, that's a hurry. I'm so sorry, Captain Chechen. Because my subordinates' negligence caused you and the priest to suffer. You are going to Krakow, so please stay a few more days. Wait. When I return to Krakow, I will do my best as a landlord." Arvid Wiedenberg said politely.

Arvid Widenberg ordered Kelstenmatsu to return the horse to Chelchen, and then send the two away.

After the two had left Arvid Widenberg’s camp for a mile, Father Spasokukotsky stopped.

"Head, I'm going to be separated from you." The priest said.

Chechen was shocked, even when the mercenary group was in the most difficult time, Father Spasokukotsky hadn't said to leave, but now he said he was leaving.

"Father, what's wrong with you?" Cheerchen asked.

"I'm going to the Great Bright Mountain Monastery. Just now those guys planned to seize the property of the monastery. They wanted to take the sesame oil money that tens of thousands of people enshrined for the Virgin for their own possession. What a evil! These demons !" Father Spasokukotsky said angrily.