The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

After the banquet, Chechen, who had nothing to do for a while and was waiting for King Jan Kazimierz's appointment to Brest in Warsaw, under the advice of Uncle Pietro, took his men out to hunt.

They were dressed in hunting suits and rifles with rifles on their backs, and rode out of Warsaw on horseback.

Walking out of the road less than seven or eight miles away, when passing a small forest, Yelishei unpreparedly rode his horse to Chechen's side.

He was so close that their legs almost touched each other.

"Leader," Yelishei said, turning his side in Chechen's direction, "There is a carriage following us!"

"What? What's going on? Who?" Pidro, who was napping on the horse while sitting upright, immediately sat upright, and he clenched the shotgun tightly and asked nervously.

"It's a carriage!"

Pidro put the gun in the saddle.

"Ho!" He let out a long sigh of relief, and then said: "I thought it was a large group of people? Carriage? Maybe someone was walking the same way as us."

"I'm sure, this is not an ordinary carriage!" Yelisei retorted.

The reason he was so sure was because the carriage followed them after they left Warsaw. And, because today everyone is mainly to accompany Cheerchen out to relax, to resolve the distress after conflicts with Natalie, hunting is the second place (there is no prey in the cold winter), so their riding speed is not fast, even It can be described as a walk. But even under such circumstances, during the seven or eight miles, the carriage followed them unhurriedly, and never passed them once.

After listening to Yelishei's words, Cheerchen also thought it made sense. But he thinks there should be no such bold robbers near the capital.

So after walking another mile and leaving the grove, Cheerchen ordered everyone to stop by the side of the road to see if the carriage would pass him.

After a while, the carriage came to Cheerchen and the others.

"Stop it!"

The driver who drove the car stopped the horse.

At this moment, a young head came out of the carriage.

The young man raised his head with a smile on his face and yelled: "Chechen, Uncle Pietro! It really is you. I can't even recognize you when I see your back at the gate of Warsaw. Do you remember me?"

When the visitor got out of the carriage, Cheerchen and Piedro squinted and looked at this smiling face carefully.

This is a handsome man who is not more than thirty years old. He wore a lynx leather round hat with a hairpin and bird feathers, a brown aristocratic robe, a crimson coat, and a golden belt around him.

The man was very handsome and handsome. His azure blue eyes are full of melancholy and contemplative charm, and the lines on his face are extremely beautiful. Although he is dressed in Polish clothes, he has long hair and a goatee.

In the end, Pidro recognized the person first. He exclaimed in surprise: "Catherine, you are Catherine. My God! I said how familiar with each other. I always feel familiar with your face, but your beard and clothing have completely changed your appearance. Because I saw you in the past. You don’t have a beard, and you are wearing a mercenary uniform, and now you are in a Polish costume!"

Then, Catherine, Pedro and Chechen hugged one by one.

"Because I married Helena. My father-in-law Fyodor Obukhović has repeatedly stood on the wrong team and is now discouraged. After leaving the political and military circles, we had a very low price near Warsaw. The price rented several manor houses and settled down. You don’t know, right? I have acquired the status of Polish nobleman."

Speaking of this, Catherine added another sentence at the end: "Although it can't be compared with you."

Hearing Catherine's words, Pidro felt extremely comfortable. However, he was relieved that Catherine said that he was able to achieve such an achievement is already very good, and also embraced the beauty.

Everyone just stood on the side of the road and talked. Finally, Catherine remembered that they were standing on the side of the road and chatting like this, it was not decent to the nobles.

"Everyone, I'm so happy, I didn't even think of asking you to come and sit at my house. Are you free? My house is not far from here. It's a nice manor."

Of course Cheerchen and the others gladly accepted the invitation.

When they arrived at Kettering's manor, Cheechen and the others saw a simple courtyard. The furnishings inside are very simple and elegant, with some simple furniture, some purchased, and some rented from the previous owner. Of course, the largest number of weapons in the room is the wide variety of weapons, which can be called a small armory-these are the spoils of Catherine when she was a mercenary.

Here, Cheerchen once again met Miss Helena Obkhovich. Today's Helena has a happy smile on her face. She is like a capable housewife instructing servants and maids to prepare food and arrange tableware.

Although life here cannot be compared to Smolensk in terms of luxury, it is clear that Helena prefers life today.

For a moment, Cheer Chen actually wanted to let go of everything and go to live this kind of poetic pastoral life with the people he loves.

The restaurant was quickly set up, and the food was displayed in a dazzling array. So everyone talked while eating.

During the meal, Pidro talked about Cheerchen's amazing achievements as a show off.

Although Catherine had also heard a lot about Cheerchen, he was still fascinated by the fact that Pedro, the witness and the cowhide king, added fuel and jealousy.

Seeing her husband's face flushed, Helena intimately ordered her servants to warm up the wine in the cellar.

Upon hearing that Chechen had captured Prince Boguslav back to Warsaw this time, the former mercenary drank the wine in the glass and smashed the glass on the table.

"It's true that good is rewarded, and evil is rewarded. You may not know that although Jiayue lost Smolensk and most of his estates and properties fell into the hands of the Russians, he was in the Rus region and in Lithuania. He also has small assets. Because of his trust in the Laziviu family, he lent the money to Boguslav to earn interest, but because Jiayue lost his power, he had nothing but money. After the loan expired, Boguslav refused to return it. The principal, and even interest later ceased."

Catherine's words made the original thought of retreating into the mountains and forests arose, and Chechen quickly cut off this idea-if he hadn't come to the site and armed, would his fate be the same as that of Catherine's father-in-law?

The answer is self-explanatory.

Pedro, who was sitting next to Chelchen, raised Catherine's idea at this time.

Catherine is a good mercenary, at least able to manage a team of one or two hundred people. Such an officer is the better for the mercenary group, and Catherine and his nephew are both from Franco's mercenary group, and they have incense. The loyalty of such a person is beyond doubt. Moreover, looking at the condition of Catherine's family, although it is not bad, it is definitely not good. If he can return to his own command, it can also improve his family situation.

In consideration of these points, Piedro extended an olive branch to Catherine. But Catherine refused in one fell swoop.

Catherine glanced at Helena, who also looked at him tenderly and stroked her abdomen.

"Uncle Pidro, I'm tired of war, because when I was a Meng Lang boy, I started to fight in the north and south. I have seen too much blood and parting. Now I just want to be with Helena Enjoy a bit of peace and spend a few days in the leased manor for a few days of peace. Besides, Helena already has my child."

"Is it true? This is really good news." Cheer Chen said happily for Catherine and Helena.

"It's been three months." Helena Obkhovich said shyly, lowering her head.

Then, everyone expressed their blessings to the two.

The atmosphere in the room was strong when suddenly a servant walked in.

"Master," the servant said in Rose's strong Polish accent, "someone outside came over and wanted to take a break."

As he said, the servant glanced at Cheerchen and the others, and then said, "Same as these, they are hunting."

Catherine is warm and hospitable. If it is on weekdays, he will welcome welcome, but today the couple will entertain Cheerchen and his party, so Catherine asked the servant to go down and refuse politely.

The servant retired. But after a while, there was a noise from outside.

Catherine stood up, he slammed everyone present, and then went out to see what had happened.

Up to this time, Catherine had mistakenly thought that the servants at home were rude and unaware of euphemisms, which annoyed the passing guests.

Until he saw the face of the visitor clearly.

"Boguslav!"

Catherine's yelling went straight into the room.

Chechen and Pidro looked at each other first, because they knew only one prince named Boguslav, and this person should still be imprisoned in the culinary officer's house.

But immediately, the two stood up.

Don't ask, there is no one but that one to be so arrogant.

Everyone ran outside the house, even Helena was no exception.

Outside the courtyard wall enclosed by the fence, Boguslav in a hunting suit was facing Catherine. With a scythe in her hand, Catherine stared at Boguslav who was riding on the horse, while the servant was lying on the ground with a bright red whip mark on her face.

Boguslav, who was holding a shotgun, saw Cheerchen here at this time, and a look of panic appeared on his rare face.

Yes, he shouldn't be here. Because although the baker brought back King Jan Kazimierz’s promise to forgive him, the pardon document was not issued. Strictly speaking, he was still a sinner. But for the rest of his life, Boguslav was really ecstatic, so after the steward who was watching him went out, Boguslav had to go out on horseback to stretch his mood.

Since the only culinary officer who could control him was not there, none of the servants in the mansion dared to stop him, they could only watch Boguslav riding out on horseback.

Now, Boguslav met Chechen in a narrow way. If he tells the king about his actions, it is impossible to say that Jan Kazimierz will be furious.

"Hi, count. I didn't expect to meet you here." Boguslav forced a smile and greeted Cheerchen.

Looking at Boguslav's face, Cheerchen and Pidro showed a suddenly realized expression.

"He is afraid of me."

"He is afraid of my nephew."

The two thought at the same time.

The expressions of the two made Boguslav nervous for a while, and his heart twitched.

"Prince," Pidro said to Boguslav with surprising enthusiasm, "Prince," he said hello to Boguslav with surprising enthusiasm. Return it—as if it was owed to us."

After speaking, Piedro winked at Catherine.

"Is that right, Catherine."

Catherine also reacted at this time, and he repeatedly said: "Yes, yes. For example, the prince borrowed the money from Jiayue, he will definitely return it. And it will be immediately and immediately."

On the side, Yelishei and others also clamored, praising Boguslav for his honesty and trustworthiness, his kindness, his kindness and love.

Boguslav’s face twitched again, and he asked Catherine: "Who is your father-in-law?"

Helena stepped forward and said to Boguslav: "My father is Fyodor Obkhovich. Two years ago, the prince borrowed his father's five thousand talers for military expenses. Do you remember the prince?"

The name Boguslav of Feodor Obukhović certainly has an influence, but he borrowed a lot of money. In addition to a few large sums of money, is there such a small amount of money, and whether it is borrowed from Feodor Obkhovich? Yes, he really has no impression.

But at this time Boguslav was anxious to get out, and regardless of whether he had an IOU, he casually said to Catherine: "That's good~www.readwn.com~ The borrowed money should be repaid. You will come to my cousin’s house tomorrow. Take the money."

After speaking, Boguslav rode his horse and wanted to leave.

But how could Pedro let him go so easily-you know, Boguslav is famous for his rebelliousness.

"Prince," Pidro grabbed the reins of Boguslav's mount, and he said to Boguslav: "We can't believe you, but you must leave something as collateral."

Boguslav panicked for a while, he blurted out, "What do you want?"

Pidro patted the light brown Spanish horse in front of him.

"Just this dragon horse. But don't worry, Prince, we won't let you walk back to Warsaw. Catherine has other horses, you can pick one and ride back."

Hearing that Pidro actually wanted his own mount, Boguslav's madness gave rise to smoke.

My own good Spanish horse is a great horse that is hard to buy for a thousand dollars, worth tens of thousands of dollars, but the old man in front of him wants to use it to compensate for five thousand talers.

But even if he was angry, but the situation was better than others, Boguslav still had to submit.

"Okay, here's the horse." Boguslav yielded.

Next, Boguslav rode on a bad horse drawn from Catherine's stable and prepared to leave.

But Helena Obkhovich stopped the prince.

"Wait a minute." Helena said.

Helena ran back into the house, and soon she came out with a sticky note.

"Prince, this is the evidence you gave to my father-in-law Feodor Obukhović, and now I return it to you as it is. Please also know that although we are poor, we are also nobles."

Boguslav took the IOU at will, and he stuffed it into his pocket without looking at it, and then fled away like Samar.