Alvid Wittenberg! The supreme commander of the Swedish army in Krakow!


    Chechen didn''t expect to meet him here, let alone the death of more than a dozen dragon cavalry would startle the general.


    "Your Excellency, how can a few thieves bother you to go out in person?" father sparsokukotsky, who was sitting beside, asked anxiously with flashing eyes.


    "It''s Coles''s duty to catch those guys. I have something else to do today," said alvid Wittenberg blandly.


    Cherchen secretly glanced at father sparsokukotsky. The priest looked sad and obviously worried about Daguang Mingshan monastery. He''s afraid of alvid wiedenberg. He''s going to chenstohova.


    Natalie and others who killed the Dragon cavalry are still in chenstohova. If alvid Wittenberg goes, they will meet. At that time, Natalie''s mob, temporarily put together, will not be the opponent of alvid Wittenberg''s regular army.


    If this happens, perhaps even the monastery will suffer. After all, the crime of harboring criminals who killed Swedes cannot be preserved even if the monastery has the Royal edict of the king of Sweden.


    "General Sir, are you going to qinstohova?" Chechen asked in case of possibility.


    Maybe alvid Wittenberg just went hunting because of the good weather.


    For a moment, the smile on alvid wiedenberg''s face disappeared, but he immediately resumed his smile.


    "Of course not. His majesty has repeatedly ordered us not to go near chenstohova. How dare I disobey the order. In fact, I went out hunting with a friend," said alvid videnberg.


    Alvid Wittenberg covered up very well, and the solidification of that smile was not found by Chechen. When alvid Wittenberg said that he was not going to chenstohova, Cherchen secretly put down his heart.


    At this time, a servant ran over. The servant looked at alvid Wittenberg, then at Cherchen and father sparsokukotsky, with hesitation on his face.


    "To be frank, these two are my friends," said alvid Wittenberg.


    The servant opened his mouth.


    "General, Lord vreshzovic is here," said the servant.


    Alvid Wittenberg stood up with a whoosh. He lifted his feet and was ready to leave, but immediately he remembered that there were still two people sitting in front of him.


    "Excuse me for leaving, Captain Chechen and the priest. My friend is here." alvid wiedenberg said with a smile.


    "Please help yourself, general," said Chechen.


    Alvid Wittenberg left. Chechen looked in the direction of alvid Wittenberg, and saw a carriage with four horses driving quickly into the open space. Then a man came down from the carriage. The man was wearing a top hat with a plume. He was wearing a black coat as long as his knees.


    As soon as alvid wiedenberg and this man named vreshzovic met, they began to talk. Vaguely, Chechen could hear their voices, but because they used Swedish, Chechen didn''t understand the meaning.


    Inadvertently, Chechen turned and looked around. He found father sparsokukotsky''s face strangely ugly.


    "Father, what''s the matter with you?" Chechen 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, alvid Wittenberg came back shoulder to shoulder with the man.


    "Sorry, I just talked to this gentleman about something," alvid wiedenberg said to Cherchen and father sparso kukotsky.


    It is strange that alvid Wittenberg said this sentence in Swedish again.


    Of course, Chechen didn''t understand Swedish. He heard alvid Wittenberg''s voice but didn''t know what he was talking about. He looked up at alvid Wittenberg with a blank face. And spasokukotsky regarded it as not talking to himself.


    Alvid Wittenberg seemed to have just reacted. He repeated what he had just said with an embarrassed face.


    "It doesn''t matter, general. Your business is important," said Chechen.


    Alvid Wittenberg introduced vreshzovic to Cherchen and praised him as a loyal and capable man.


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


    "Just for the great King Carl x to do some trivial things. Just like your soldiers use swords to serve the king, we use money bags to serve his majesty. General alvid Wittenberg knows that our king is a generous man. As long as anyone makes a contribution, he will get a greater reward than he expected. But so For one thing, before the Jews lent money to his majesty, his majesty Carl X was often in arrears. My task is to try my best to relieve this embarrassment for his majesty and his generals, "said vreshzovic with great pride.


    "Oh, my God! Then you must have a gold mine." Chechen said with exaggeration.


    He knows how much money war costs. Yanush raziweu was rich, with estates and castles throughout the Republic of Poland, but his money box began to bottom out in just a few months. There are even rumors that he sold some ancestral castles at an extremely cheap price.


    Cherchen''s compliment greatly satisfied vreshzovic''s self-esteem. He laughed: "you''re right. I did find a gold mine recently."


    Alvid Wittenberg may think that vreshzovic said too much and was too complacent. He deliberately coughed a few times.


    Vreshzovic clearly understood what alvid Wittenberg meant, and he stopped talking.


    The most talkative person stopped talking, leaving only the sound of the coffee pot boiling for a time. The scene was a little cold.


    "General alvid Wittenberg. It''s getting late, and the priest and I have to go to vadovace as soon as possible." Chechen said.


    Chechen obviously knows the advance and retreat, and realizes that he is not suitable here.


    "Oh, that''s a hurry. I''m sorry, commander Chechen. You and the priest suffered because of the negligence of my subordinates. You''re going to Krakow. Please stay a few more days. When I get back to Krakow, I''ll do my best as a host." alvid Wittenberg said politely.


    Alvid Wittenberg ordered kelstensson to return the horse to Chechen, and then sent them away.


    When they left alvid Wittenberg''s camp for a mile, father spasokukotsky stopped his horse.


    "Captain, I''m leaving you," said the priest.


    Chechen was surprised. Even in the most difficult time of the mercenary regiment, father sparsokukotsky didn''t say he wanted to leave, but now he said he wanted to leave.


    "Father, what''s the matter with you?" Chechen asked.


    "I''m going to Daguangming Mountain Monastery. Just now those guys planned to seize the property of the monastery. They wanted to take the sesame oil money offered by thousands of people to the virgin as their own. What a great evil! These demons!" said father spasokukotsky angrily.