While all the people were playing happily, a hunchbacked old servant of Lord buvega''s family came in. He went to his master and said loudly, "master, someone is coming to stay again."


    Lord buvega was dancing happily. He looked unhappy after being disturbed.


    "Don''t you see me dancing? Really, we''re not an inn. Why does everyone come to stay!"


    Speaking of this, sir buvega stopped. He smiled and apologized and said, "gentlemen, I didn''t mean you."


    Then he looked at his old servant again.


    "Tell them to go to another house."


    "Sir," said the old servant, "it''s a noble, a young Lord, from tville."


    Lord buvega''s face changed again when he heard that he was a noble or from a big city. He said to Chechen and yelisheyi and went back. Then he let the old servant light the light in front and went out by himself.


    After a while, Chechen heard a heavy sound of opening the door.


    Che Chen went to the window to see what kind of people came. Because although the old servant said that he was a nobleman from twer, he was still worried about whether Yakov''s people came to inquire about the truth in disguise after discovering the abnormality of his team of Cossacks.


    But what he saw was indeed a four-wheel carriage, followed by two carts, on which three or five Coachmans sat, and there was no one else.


    At first glance, it is not difficult to judge that the visitor is indeed a long-distance traveler. Moreover, this four wheeled carriage is pulled by four pack horses. All the horses are skinny and have big teeth. They are not suitable for military horses.


    The wagon stopped by the well in the manor. A teenager came down from the car. He wore a sleeveless wolf skin cover with dense copper buttons all the way to his neck.


    As soon as he got out of the car, he began to direct the coachman on the two carts behind him to carry his personal belongings.


    From his carriage and servants, as well as the boy''s dress, it can be seen that he obviously came from a medium-sized aristocratic family. Not poor, but by no means rich. And he looks very young, about his age. He was fat, ruddy, and had a beer belly at a young age - it was not difficult to see from his figure that he had not undergone strict military training.


    Now Chechen was relieved.


    Lord buvega came up to the young man. Then they came towards the door.


    Chechen quickly sat back to his position and looked like he was drinking.


    The boy walked into the door with his head held high, but he didn''t expect that there was a room of Cossacks here. The boy stopped at the porch and stood at the door with a hesitant look.


    When Lord buweiga saw the boy hesitant, he said to him, "Lord Anatole, please don''t worry! These Cossacks are not barbarians. Here, there is another nobleman who is also our country."


    With that, buvega waved to yelishei and said, "Lord yelishei, this is Lord Anatole from teville. His family is the steward of his Majesty the Czar''s Grange in teville. It''s really God''s arrangement. He went to Pskov to join the army and went the same way with you."


    When Lord buvega said this, his face looked flattering. Obviously, the name of managing the Grange for the Czar greatly frightened the country old Sir.


    Following buvega''s hand, the young sir Anatole raised his head and looked proudly at yelishei.


    In the young sir''s mind, yelishei would mix with the Cossacks and was obviously a broken aristocrat.


    Yelishei did not get up to pay attention to Sir Anatole.


    Because he read the arrogance of the young sir from teville. Moreover, since I followed Chechen, yelishei''s vision has also been high. Isn''t the man he usually sees a big man? The general of Sweden, the captain of the Cossack regiment, the Czar, the prince of Russia and the king of Poland. Compared with them, what is this noble boy? Does he deserve to get up and greet himself?


    When Sir buvega saw that yelishei ignored himself, a trace of embarrassment flashed on his face, while Sir Anatole looked angry.


    However, when the young sir''s eyes scanned the whole living room and saw that the Cossack sailors were strong, round and thick, his anger disappeared and changed into a friendly smile.


    Anatole went to yelisi and sat down. He poured a glass of wine for yelisi and another for himself.


    Sir buweiga saw that they sat together. He was deeply afraid that they would not speculate, so he hurried to Cherchen and hoped that he could go over and mediate.


    Over there, Anatole raised his glass and said, "Hi, friends. Are you going to Pskov, too? These are your people?"


    "They are not my people, but my friends," yelishei said coldly.


    Anatole''s face froze. He didn''t expect yelishei to be so shameless.


    At this time, Chechen appeared in time. He patted yelishei on the shoulder and said to Anatole, "we''re going to Pskov."


    Anatole looked at Cherchen and asked, "are you also a noble?"


    Obviously, in his opinion, if Chechen is an ordinary Cossack, he is not qualified to talk to himself.


    "Although I''m cold, I''m also a noble. I''m just a noble of the Cossack emirate." Chechen said.


    Anatole gave way.


    "I was rude just now. Please sit down."


    Chechen sat down between Anatole and yelishei.


    And because of the hint of Cherchen, yelishei''s face also eased a lot. He told the arrogant Sir Anatole his last name and family coat of arms.


    When he heard that yelishei came from an ancient Boye family, the young Lord was awed.


    Seeing the three people sitting together "harmoniously", old Sir buvega was also relieved. He personally brought a pot of snacks and said, "it''s rare to have your honor today in my humble house. Although we don''t have anything to entertain, we have to invite you to have some sunflower seeds and boiled peas."


    "I have better food in my bag," said the young Sir Alex in the face of bouvega. He replied proudly, "but I have a natural appetite to be a soldier. As long as I boil peas with good sauce, I like them best."


    Buvega nodded and said yes. He quickly ordered the servant to serve a sauce.


    Anatole ate some peas. He pushed the pea basin in front of Cherchen and yelishei, and then began to know them by side.


    "Aleval, where does your family come from?"


    "A remote little aristocratic manor in Kiev province."


    "It''s nothing to be remote, as long as it''s a noble. Is there anything new in Ukraine now? I heard that your great chief Bogdan hemelinitsky is terminally ill."


    "Don''t you know?" Chechen pretended to be surprised and said, "old Hemei has died. Now vicovsky has become a great chief."


    "Really? What a pity." Anatole had nothing to say. When he heard that Bogdan hemelinitsky was dead, he quickly showed a sad expression on his face.


    "Yes, may he rest in peace."


    "How about your new chief?"


    "May God grant him health. He is an excellent clerk! Although this is for the poles, because he has opened the door to them."


    "It seems that your excellency is not his supporter," Anatole said.


    "Yes, I am a supporter of Ivan hilko. The regiment leader is pro Russian, and so am I. so after vigovsky was elected, I left Kiev and sold everything. I went to Pskov with my friend yelishei to serve Prince Alexei, the wise commander of his Majesty the czar." Cherchen said.


    As soon as it was said that Cherchen and they also went to Pskov to work for Prince Alexei, Anatole''s eyes lit up.