In fact, Natalie is not the only one who wants to show Cherchen a good look. When Cherchen and father sparsokukotsky escaped from qinstohova for only half a day, they accidentally met a team of Swedish pistol cavalry. The heavy Armored Cavalry caught Cherchen and the priest without saying anything.


    They were taken into custody by the Swedish heavy cavalry and taken to a grove. There was a small open space in the small forest. There was a gorgeous carriage parked in the open space. Around the carriage, some servants in yellow uniforms were busy. The servants were fetching water and cutting firewood, as if they were preparing to burn food. In a corner of the forest sat an old man with snow-white hair and half body armor. Because his back was facing Chechen, Chechen couldn''t see the old man''s face clearly.


    The heavy Armored Cavalry pulled Chechen and priest off their horses and took them to the old man''s ground. There was a good smell in the air. When he came close to Cherchen, he found that a pot of coffee was burning in front of the old man.


    "Sir, we caught two suspicious people on the road," a heavily armored cavalry said respectfully to the old man, putting his hand on the hilt of his sword.


    The old man turned slowly, and Chechen saw his face clearly.


    The old man has a face that doesn''t match his gray hair. His face is well maintained. If he ignores the silver and snow-white goatee, he looks only 40 at most. The old man''s face is very long, like a proud cock. His eyes are very small, but his eyes are very deep, as if he can see through people''s hearts.


    "What''s suspicious about them?" the old man asked.


    "They look like the killers we got from the villagers who killed 13 King Dragon cavalry," said the heavily armored cavalry.


    "Just the two of them, didn''t you see the others?" the old man asked again.


    "No," replied the heavily armored cavalry.


    "Well," the old man smiled, and the second half of his sentence was to Cherchen and father sparsokukotsky, "do you have anything else to say?"


    "We..."


    Che Chen just wanted to talk, but his words were interrupted by the old man:


    "What I love to hear in my life is the truth, so you''d better not lie to me. Like the villagers in that village, they wanted to hide at the beginning, but when I ordered to burn their house, they said everything."


    Listening to the old man say such a big crime so light, Chechen couldn''t help swallowing his saliva.


    "We didn''t kill the dragoons," Chechen said.


    "Well, you didn''t kill them, so others killed them. These people are your companions or people you know, right?"


    The coffee in the pot is boiling. The old man poured himself a cup without sugar.


    "We don''t know them," Chechen concealed for Natalie. Natalie and they are still in chenstohova. He knows that once Natalie and they fall into the hands of the Swede, they will end badly.


    The old man didn''t ask Cherchen any more. He turned to father sparsokukotsky.


    "Hello, father. The young man may not have a good memory. I don''t blame him. Then can you tell me where the people who killed the Swedish dragon cavalry are now?"


    "Swear in the name of God, I don''t know," spasokukotsky said.


    The old man patted his knee and stood up.


    "Father, do you believe in Catholicism or Protestantism?" the old man suddenly asked a question he didn''t want to do.


    "Catholicism," spasokukotsky replied honestly.


    The old man clapped his hands and laughed.


    "That''s great."


    Then the old man made a gesture to the heavily armored knight and said, "hang them."


    The old man said this in a tone as if he were talking about eating and sleeping. The calm made Chechen shudder.


    "Devil!" spasokukotsky said.


    The heavily armored Knight pushed Cherchen and would take them down to carry out the old man''s orders.


    "Wait a minute!" Chechen turned his head and shouted.


    "Did the child remember anything?" the old man was still smiling, but the smile could not make Chechen feel the slightest temperature.


    "We are telling the truth."


    The old man still kept that smile, as if laughing at Chechen''s hard mouth.


    The heavily armored Knight saw that the old man had no other indication, so he continued to take them away.


    "I have evidence, I can prove that what I said is the truth." when the heavily armored Knight dragged Chechen and the priest out two meters away, Chechen struggled and shouted.


    The so-called evidence seemed to interest the old man. He asked the heavy armor knight to bring Chechen and father sparsokukotsky back.


    "What kind of evidence do you have? Pinocchio?" the old man joked.


    But this joke Chechen couldn''t feel a smile. He was cold all over.


    Che Chen touched his chest with his chin, and then said to the heavy armor Knight around him, "the evidence is in my clothes."


    Chechen''s so-called evidence is the pass given to him by King Carl X. As for whether this pass can effectively restrain the cruel old man, Cherchen is not sure, because the format and content of his pass are no different from those issued by Sweden in other parts of the Republic of Poland. The special thing is that this pass was personally issued by King Carl x, with the signature and seal of Carl x on it. He can only pray for God''s blessing.


    The heavily armored Knight roughly put his hand into Chechen''s clothes. He took out the pass and handed it to the old man with both hands.


    The old man unfolded the pass, and he looked at it carefully line by line. When his eyes crossed the lowest point, Chechen had an illusion that the old man''s smile seemed to have a trace of temperature.


    "Friend, friend," said the old man warmly. He ordered the heavily armored knight to untie Cherchen and father sparsokukotsky.


    At this time, Chechen can finally breathe a sigh of relief.


    The old man invited them to sit down beside him. The servants quickly brought two chairs and two empty cups.


    "You should have taken out the pass earlier, commander Chechen. I''ve heard about your performance in Lida fort, but I didn''t expect you to be so young." the old man "blamed" Chechen for not taking out the pass earlier, causing this misunderstanding, and then praised him.


    Cherchen picked up the coffee cup and poured himself a cup. The shock just now made him thirsty. The coffee is very bitter. Cherchen can''t drink it after only a sip.


    "Have any of us been attacked?" Chechen asked knowingly.


    "Thirteen dragon cavalry soldiers were attacked by a group of unidentified people, and no one survived. The villagers nearby said that among the unidentified people, there was a priest like man and a teenager, very similar to you." the old man said.


    "That''s unfortunate," said Chechen.


    "The Swedish army won''t let those guys go. We''ll catch them soon," said the heavy Armored Cavalry nearby.


    "Coles, be polite," the old man said to the heavily armored cavalry.


    Then he smiled and said to Cherchen and father sparsokukotsky, "it''s rude. My subordinates are all rough people. Oh, by the way, I haven''t introduced myself. I''m alvid Wittenberg."