When passing a roadside tavern rented by Jews, lubaomatsky stopped his carriage.


    He invited Pedro to have a rest and drink a few drinks - which also created an opportunity for Pedro to talk to himself.


    Pedro readily agreed.


    So they went into the tavern. The marshal and Pedro''s guards were left waiting outside - the tavern was too small to accommodate so many people.


    When the Jewish boss saw a customer come to the door, he smiled and showed his yellow teeth. When he saw that the visitor was Lord Pedro, he quickly wiped the table and chair with a greasy rag, and then bowed down to ask them to sit down.


    When they sat down, the Jewish boss took out the best honey wine in the tavern.


    Pedro took out a tale and threw it to the Jewish boss.


    "Stay outside until I tell you not to come," he said in a commanding tone.


    Before the Jewish boss took it, he bent down and bowed and stepped back.


    When he did all this, lubaumatsky just looked at him coldly and didn''t say a word. But Pedro''s move to drive away the Jews made him more confident that Pedro must have something important to say to himself.


    Pedro stood up and poured a glass of wine for lubaumatsky, and then poured a glass for himself.


    After a sip of wine, Pedro said to lubaumatsky: "Marshal, you may not know that Chechen and I were penniless when we landed in Riga almost ten years ago. I was reluctant to drink more wine like this. But when we arrived in Poland, our destiny changed. We worked for the Republic, for feodo obhovich, for yanush raziweu and for King Jan kachmidge. My nephew and I We have gained countless wealth, and even the king of France has heard of our reputation. We have vast fiefs in vidava and Bratslav, and tens of thousands of elite soldiers under our command. If someone told me ten years ago that I would achieve today, I would smash a wine bottle on his forehead and call him a drunk and liar. "


    After saying so much, Pedro took another sip from his glass and then said, "I love this country. She is my second hometown."


    Lubaumatsky nodded: "yes, Poland is indeed a generous mother. She warmly entertains people from any country and rewards them handsomely for their contributions."


    "You''re right."


    Pedro took off his hat and put it down on the table.


    His few gray hair trembled slightly in the candlelight.


    "So I often say to my children that we should regard Poland as our motherland, raise future generations in the faith of Christ, and teach children arithmetic, Latin and polish. However, even if I have obtained so much, I still have regret."


    Speaking of this, Pedro raised his head and stared at lubomatsky.


    The marshal knew that the most important part of the conversation between them had arrived.


    "My nephew Chechen, he did so much, but he didn''t even get the position of Senator. Brest, it was promised by the king, but if he said no, it would be gone; isn''t he worthy of the position of Marshal? Even Jan sobesky is already marshal. He has done less for this country than Jan sobesky and them."


    "Jan kazimieri is a hero who has been slow," lubaomatsky mused.


    He seemed to know what Pedro wanted - the power of the marshal, the position of the Senate, the rule of Brest fortress.


    As long as Cherchen is willing to send troops to help him fight the king and return the bright future of the Republic, he will give them to him without stint.


    "Now, my nephew is disheartened and wants to go to Sweden. He wants to abandon everything here. He can do it, but I can''t! Because vidava and blazlav are his and my efforts. They should be inherited by yanush and Anna. These should be theirs! Hey, my nephew can give up everything quietly and don''t fight for anything for his children, But I want to fight for it. So I came to see you without telling him, just to win our family''s permanent place in the Republic by working for you and the alliance. "


    Lubaumatsky was silent.


    It''s not that he doesn''t believe what Pedro said. He is also a grandfather. He knows that he can do anything for his grandson.


    Lubaumatsky is worried about Pedro''s ability.


    Although Pedro has always been the deputy head of the mercenary regiment, he has not heard of his outstanding military talent. Moreover, it is doubtful whether other officers of the mercenary regiment will obey his orders without telling Cherchen.


    If Pedro can only dispatch hundreds of people in the end, he will do little to help his career.


    When Pedro saw that lubaumatsky did not speak, he mistakenly thought that the marshal doubted his loyalty.


    "Marshal, can''t you trust me?" asked Pedro angrily. "If I want to be bad for marshal, I can tie marshal to Warsaw just by riding these thirty horses."


    "Your Excellency misunderstood."


    Hearing what Pedro said, lubaomatsky quickly explained, "I don''t doubt your loyalty. I''m just worried about whether you can mobilize the troops of the mercenary regiment if it''s hidden from your nephew. As far as I know, the officers under Cherchen are loyal to him."


    Seeing that lubaomatsky was worried about this, Pedro waved his hand in disapproval.


    "You don''t need to worry about this, marshal. I promise that a complete mercenary regiment will be under the command of Marshal. They have trained with the king''s new army and know their tactics like the back of their hands."


    "Then," hearing that Pedro was so determined and confident, lubaumatsky also assured him: "Lord Pedro, I also swear by my noble reputation and family that as long as you can be beneficial to me and my just cause in the future, I will personally present the scepter of the marshal, the position of the Senate and the rule of Brest."


    In the East, the star shines brightly. The Jewish owner of the tavern sat on the threshold, closed his eyes and fell asleep.


    Suddenly, he was kicked in the back.


    Like a monkey''s ass burned, the Jewish boss jumped up. When he turned around and saw that Pedro and his friend came out, the Jewish boss immediately changed his smile.


    "Your Excellency, have you had a good drink?" he said with a flattering smile.


    As he reached an agreement with lubaumatsky, Pedro was in a good mood at this time. He smiled and said, "drink well. Boss, your wine is really good."


    "Thank you for your compliment. If you like, I''ll send some jars to your house?"


    "It''s not necessary to send it. You should prepare more, the more the better. After a while, I''ll be of great use," said Pedro.


    Seeing that there was a big business, the Jewish boss smiled even more.


    He nodded and bowed that he must be ready.