Chapter 4 third chapter

The dragon bears the cross of Jesus Christ.Two inscriptions in Latin are engraved on the cross. O Quam Misericorsest Deus! (How merciful God is!) Justus et Pius. (Justice and loyalty.) Then the dragon and cross fade out of focus.I saw the familiar ring, and next to the ring was a sword lying in the palm of a man with thick calluses. I looked up and looked at the man's face. He was an Eastern European man I didn't know. He was tall and straight, with sharp eyebrows and eyes.His clothes looked like a nobleman, but the fur cap on his head was torn, and his clothes were scratched several times, exposing the fur inside.Although it was very cold around him, his forehead was covered with sweat at this moment, and he looked dusty.

"I'm very sorry," he said to me in a strange foreign language, but strangely I could understand it at all, and I heard him say clearly, "Your father is dead." I stared at his face in shock, I didn't know what the hell he was talking about.my father?Which of my father? "Honorable Grand Duke and Ruler of Wallachia, Vlad Deku, and his valiant heir Mircea, your brother, have been killed." I was shocked again.Wallachia.Deku.Mircea.I finally knew who he was talking about. "Who killed them?" A familiar voice came from behind me.Familiar, but with a strange strangeness.I immediately turned my head away.

I don't know how to describe what I saw. The Eastern European man just now was not talking to me, his goal was the man in front of me. He didn't comb his usual ponytail, his long black hair fell slightly messy on his shoulders, and curled up at the end disobediently.His face was pale and thin, perhaps a little too thin, his cheeks were deeply sunken, raising the bridge of his nose, and his lips were thin and dry.And his eyes, those gray eyes that are as transparent as crystals, have not been stained by the traces of the years, revealing a little youthful feeling that belongs to his youth that is completely incompatible with him.

I looked at him, my tears fell involuntarily, I cried with joy, I wanted to reach out and hug him, but I didn't dare.I just stepped back involuntarily and looked at him carefully. His figure is too thin, his face is too young, he looks too strange, as if you suddenly saw a photo of your lover one day, you feel strange, his eyebrows, his movements, his posture, you know It was him, but it wasn't him. They were clearly two people carved out of the same mold, but there was always an indescribable subtle difference, a strange sense of alienation.Because he hasn't grown up to the day he met you.

He is not yet the man you know. The person standing in front of me is D who is almost the same age as me.Or younger, sixteen or seventeen.I'm not sure. "Who killed them? The Hungarians?" he asked again.Under the sad news, there was no obvious sadness on his face, and his deep voice was resolute and calm. "It was Hunyadi, the regent general of Hungary, who launched the attack, but the one who killed them was his ally, Vlad of the Daniste family with your same name." The visitor replied, "and the nobles of Wallachia They blinded Mircea with red-hot spikes and buried him alive."

Young D took a deep breath and let it out slowly.But he didn't say anything. "I crossed the Danube and drove for five days, day and night, just to give you these two things that once belonged to your father." The visitor handed over the ring with the dragon and the long sword , "Now you are the master of Wallachia." D puts on the ring.He stared at the same badge on the sword.The dragon with its tail wrapped around its neck. "They are not tokens of my native Wallachia," he said. "They're not." The visitor nodded, "but I think you know where they come from."

D weighed the sword: "In the year I was born, my father took an oath to join this organization in Nuremberg, to fight for Christ all his life. I don't understand why he broke his oath in the end." "Your father did not break his oath." "He joined the Sultan of Turkey! If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have wasted five years in this ghost place! If it wasn't for him, Radu wouldn't be..." "If it wasn't for him, you and your younger brother Radu wouldn't be alive today." The visitor spoke softly. D frowned. “Here you learn Turkish and Persian, their literature, their beliefs, their institutions and their society. And that’s all a necessity.”

"Necessities for what?" D's brows frowned even tighter.He hated everything around him from the bottom of his heart.He hated the Ottoman Empire, the Turkish Guards, their leader Sultan and his young heir Mohammad, and even his weak father. In order to keep the throne, he sought the support of foreign nations everywhere and imprisoned himself and Radu in Turkey Hostage in the court of the Sultan.It took five full years to betray my own country, my own relatives, my own language, and my own beliefs. "What is necessary to be a true king," said the man, "one day you will rule Wallachia and Transylvania, Bulgaria, and all the lands from Serbia to the coast of the Black Sea."

D stares at him. "Not only that..." The visitor paused, as if he didn't know how crazy his words were just now. "More importantly, you must carry out your father's behest and use this sword to continue fighting in the name of Christ." "He has defected to the Turks!" D reminded the other party loudly. The visitor chuckled: "Sixteen years ago, when the founder of this organization, Emperor Sigismund of the Holy Roman Empire, gave your father this sword, but he didn't ask him to kill the Turks." "Aren't the Islamic Turks our worst enemy?"

"You are naive, Your Highness. We have far more formidable enemies than the Turks." D frowned again.Obviously, he wasn't used to being called "naive". "You joined this organization nominally following your father a few years ago." Someone reminded him, "Do you still remember your original oath?" "...Under the cross of Christ, smash the deadly acts brought to us by the treacherous enemies, fight against the pagan knights, the splitters of the Holy See, and those ancient demons and their inheritors..." D suddenly stopped.He looked at the person in disbelief, "Demon?" His voice was very uncertain.

"Demons." Unexpectedly, the visitor nodded, "They exist." "Where?" "Of course not here. In another 'space'." The visitor smiled, "or it can be said that they are right beside us. It's just that ordinary people can't see them." "You mean, we... are not ordinary people?" D asked inexplicably. "Of course not." The visitor laughed, "We are the Dragon Knights." "so?" "So please hold your sword, my dear prince. Because from now on, you have officially become a member of the Dragon Knights."