Chapter 12 Chapter Eleven

The warm water spring was bubbling and bubbling.In the curling white smoke, with D's eyes, I saw everything around me. This is not a wealthy mansion.To be exact, the house is empty.This "home" basically has nothing but the spring water in front of it.Hunyadi watched as the youth lowered his spear and sat cross-legged by the spring. D's wound healed quickly in the magical spring water, and a smile appeared on the lips of the mermaid youth. "Sorry," Hunyadi said suddenly, "what is your name...Theodore?" The young man nodded. "Sure enough, the talent is outstanding." Hunyadi admired sincerely, and then said, "I am too old to know a thing or two about fighting. With all due respect, Your Excellency's skills are very good. I'm afraid there is no such thing as a place in the market here. Man will be your match. Why not go to the arena?"

The question was straightforward, but Theodore just smiled. "I see what you mean," he replied. "I might make some money that way." Hunyadi stared at the other party intently, and he did not deny it. "I don't like the laws of the arena." Theodore turned his head and glanced at the D in the fountain, and continued, "It's too unfair to losers. No one wins forever." "But after all, it's a world of the jungle." "I don't like it." Theodore shook his head. He picked up a small flower at his feet, and then said, "I hope to redefine the rules of the whole world, at least here."

"Can you?" Hunyadi looked at him in surprise. "Maybe not." Theodore stood up, brushed his hands, and then slid into the pool.He dived into the bottom of the water, and his voice came up through the pool water: "But if there is such a day, I want to try." When D finally woke up, he saw a pool of bright water.He rubbed his eyes and looked down, but he was not as surprised that the wound healed as before.But he still opened his mouth wide, looking at Theodore in disbelief. Theodo's upper body still looks like a young man, but his lower body has been replaced by a huge dolphin-like fish tail.When he dived into the pool, he could also see a cluster of protruding dorsal fins on his back, protruding from the part of the spine, and each scale on it was as big as a shell, shining like a rainbow.

"Sorry." D noticed the other person's gaze, and turned his head embarrassedly, "I've never seen it before..." "Men's nudity?" Theodore laughed. "Male...mermaid." D's expression became even more awkward. Hunyadi coughed and ended the conversation in good time. D hurriedly jumped out of the spring pool, wiped it carelessly, and grabbed his coat and boots that he had left by the pool. "Thank you very much for your kind hospitality," Hunyadi said, "but we have important business to do, so we cannot stay here for long."

Theodore leaned against the edge of the pool with his arms outstretched, and the huge fish tail patted the water leisurely, as if he didn't hear it at all. But just as the two turned to leave, he suddenly spoke. "Your swordsmanship is very good, Dragon Knight." He looked at D's back, squinting his eyes in the dazzling light, "We will meet later." D opened his mouth to speak, but Hunyatil pulled him back. "He...why did he know that I was..." After walking a long distance, he still couldn't help but open his mouth. "He has already explained the reason," Hunyadi replied, "Your swordsmanship is very good."

D looked at his mentor suspiciously. "He didn't give his best in the contest," he said. "If he was serious, I would definitely not be his match." "Never be proud, but don't belittle yourself." Hunyadi said to him, "Your swordsmanship has improved very quickly. If you are fighting one against one, there are not many people in the world who are your opponents." "But I'm a dragon knight." D frowned, "My opponents are not just... people." There was always a slender black shadow hanging over his heart, but he didn't say anything.

"In this world, there are some things we can control, but others we cannot." Hunyadi said heavily, "In any case, your results have exceeded my expectations. I have no regrets." D looks up.He didn't understand what the other person meant. "I'm going to Belgrade." Hunyadi's voice dropped. "The Turks attacked Belgrade." "If Belgrade falls, Hungary will be at stake!" D said in shock. "Belgrade has fallen," Hunyadi said softly, "I have received an urgent letter from Laszlo, and I must rush there immediately."

"Belgrade fell, and you actually accompany me to practice swords here!" D couldn't believe his ears. "Because I must first make sure that you can stand alone," Hunyadi looked into his eyes. "You did not disappoint me, Vlad. I am very relieved." D looks at his mentor.He didn't know what else to say.He wanted to cry, but fought back. "I'll go to Belgrade with you!" he said suddenly, "to hell with that bastard Mohammad!" Hunyadi shook his head. "You can't go." He rebuffed him straight away, "You have to go back to Wallachia immediately." Then he took a deep breath and said with difficulty, "If, I mean if, I can't keep Belgrade in the end , please stop him in Wallachia. He has taken Constantinople, but please protect Hungary for me. Please protect all Europe for Christ."

Three years ago, the Turkish Sultan Muhammad used nine giant stone-shooting cannons to blow up the solid walls of Constantinople that had stood for more than a thousand years. Constantinople became Istanbul, and the Hagia Sophia was transformed into became a mosque.At the last moment when the city was broken, the last Byzantine emperor, Constantine XI, took off his royal robe, fought with the enemy like an ordinary infantryman, and finally died heroically.Twenty-one-year-old Muhammad conquered Constantinople just as his namesake prophet had predicted.The Eastern Roman Byzantine Empire, which had been glorious for more than a thousand years, was just about to die, and the entire Christian world fell into panic.

D stared blankly at his mentor.I?Protect Hungary?Protect all of Europe? Hunyadi grabs him by the shoulders: "You lived with Muhammad in Turkish. You know him. If you can't do it, there's no one else in the world who can." The past is vivid. D clenched his fists. "Promise me to fight for Christ." Hunyadi took another deep breath.He was having such a difficult conversation, he looked tired and pale, as if he had exhausted all his strength.But what he said next was more difficult than all of the above.Because that is a topic that they will never touch.Not a word has been said by any of them for at least the past four years.But now Hunyadi suddenly spoke.

"About your father and brother..." he said, "I'm... very, very sorry." D bit his lip tightly, he didn't look up.He didn't expect the other party to mention this.He didn't know how he should respond. "I did not kill them myself, but they died because of me." Hunyadi whispered, "I was present when your father died. I secretly sent someone to bring you his sword and ring. I hope you Can inherit his position in the Knights." "It's you?" D looked up in shock. Father's appearance is already very blurred.Vlad's only memory of his father is that he humbly knelt down and kissed the hem of the Turkish Sultan's clothes, and handed over his eleven-year-old self and his seven-year-old brother Dura as hostages to the enemy.He has not done his duty as a father.He never taught himself sword skills.He also did not take him into the magic space.It was Hunyadi who brought him all this, his patron, his mentor, the example and goal he had always followed - and his father-killing enemy. "I just want to tell you that in the past four years, there is no difference between you and Laszlo or Magash in my heart. You are all my sons." Hunyadi patted him on the shoulder. Tears finally welled up.He wanted to say something, but there was a lump in his throat, and he couldn't say anything in the end.He just stood there in a daze, watching the tall adoptive father's back disappear into the thick mist alone.He thought maybe he could really call him "Father" next time.Because the other party is enough to match the title. But he didn't know that he had no chance. This was his farewell to Hunyadi.