The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

While everyone was playing happily, a hump-backed old servant of Lord Buvega walked in. He walked up to his master and said loudly, "Master, someone else is coming to stay."

Lord Buvega jumped for joy, and he looked upset when he was disturbed.

"Did you not see me dancing? Really, we are not an inn, so how come everyone comes to stay!"

Having said that, Lord Buvega stopped. He smiled and apologized: "Everyone, I'm not talking about you."

After speaking, he looked at his old servant again.

"Tell them to go to another house."

"Master," said the old servant, "it's a nobleman, or a young lord, from Tver."

Hearing that he was a nobleman or from a big city, Lord Buvega changed his face again. He said to Chechen and Yelishei to go and return, and then asked the old servant to light up the lamp in front of him, and went out by himself.

After another while, Cheor Chen heard the heavy door opening.

Cheerchen walked to the window to see who was the person. Because even though the old servant was talking about a nobleman from Teweier, he was still worried about whether it was Yakov's people who discovered the abnormality of his team of Cossacks and pretended to come to inquire about the reality.

But what he saw was indeed a four-wheeled carriage, followed by two large carriages. There were three or five coachmen in the carriage, and there was no one else.

It is not difficult to judge at this glance, it is indeed a traveler who has come. Besides, this four-wheeled carriage is hauled by four pack horses. All the horses are scrawny and have big teeth. They are old horses that are not suitable for military horses.

The carriage stopped by the well in the manor. A teenager got out of the car. He wears a sleeveless wolfskin jacket 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 in the two large cars behind to carry his personal belongings.

It can also be seen from his carriage and servants, as well as the appearance of the young man, that he is obviously from a middle-class noble family. Not poor, but by no means rich. And he looked very young, about his own age. He was born with fat head and big ears, his complexion was ruddy, and he had a beer belly at a young age—it is not difficult to see from his body shape that he has not undergone strict military training.

Cheerchen felt relieved now.

Lord Buvega walked up to the boy. Then, the two of them walked towards the door.

Cheerchen quickly sat back to his position and made a look like he was drinking.

The young man walked into the door with his head high, but he didn't expect that there was a house of Cossacks here. The young man stopped screaming at the hallway, and he was a little hesitant standing at the door.

Lord Buvega hesitated when he saw the young man, he said to him: "Lord Anatoly, please don't worry! These Cossacks are not savages. Here, there is also a nobleman in our country."

After speaking, Buvega beckoned to Yelissey: "Lord Yelissey, this is Lord Anatoly from Tver. His family is the steward of His Majesty the Tsar’s estate in Tver. It’s true. God arranged, he went to Pskov to join the army and was on the same road with you."

Lord Buvega said this with a pleasing look on his face. Obviously, the name of managing the estate for the tsar greatly shocked the country old man.

Following Buvega's hand, the young lord named Anatoly raised his head and looked at Yelishei with arrogance.

In the young lord's heart, Yelishei would mix with the Cossacks, and he was obviously a rundown nobleman.

Yelishei didn't get up to pay attention to Lord Anatoly.

Because he read the arrogance of the young lord from Tver. Moreover, since following Chechen, Yelishei's vision has also improved. Isn't the big person he sees on weekdays? The general of Sweden, the leader of the Cossack team, the prince of Tsarist Russia, and the king of Poland. Compared with them, what is this noble boy? Is he worthy to stand up to meet him?

Lord Buwega saw that Yelishei ignored him, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face, while Lord Anatoly looked sulking.

But when the young lord’s eyes swept across the living room and saw that the Cossacks and sailors were strong and sturdy with round waists, the sorrow on his face disappeared, and he replaced him with a pair of kindness. Smile.

Anatoly walked to Yelischey's side and sat down. He poured a glass of wine for Yelischey and another glass for himself.

Lord Buwega saw the two sitting together. He was afraid that the two would not be speculative, so he hurried to Chechen, hoping that he could mediate one or two in the past.

While there, Anatoly raised his glass and said, "Hi, friend. Are you going to Pskov, too? These are your people?"

"They are not my people but my friends." Yelishei said coldly.

Anatoly's face froze. He did not expect Yelishei to be so shameless.

At this time Cheerchen appeared at the right time. He patted Yelisei on the shoulder, and then said to Anatoly: "We are going to Pskov."

Anatoly glanced at Cheerchen and asked, "Are you also a nobleman?"

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

"Although I am cold, I am also a noble. But I am a noble of the Cossack emirate." Chechen said.

Anatoly gave way to the side.

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

Cheerchen sat down between Anatoly and Yelishei.

And because of Chechen's hint, Yelishei's expression also eased a lot. He told the arrogant Sir Anatoly his surname and family crest.

When it was heard that Yelishey came from an old Boyer family, the young lord stood in awe.

Seeing the three sitting "harmoniously" together, Lord Buvega also breathed a sigh of relief. He personally brought up a pot of snacks and said: "It is rare for you to have your honor today. Although we have nothing to entertain, we have to invite you to have some sunflower seeds and boiled peas."

"I have better delicacies in my bag," the young lord was obviously superior when facing Buwega~www.wuxiaspot.com~ he replied with some kind of arrogance." However, I am born with an appetite for being a soldier. As long as I put good seasoning sauce on boiled peas, I love it the most."

Buwega nodded and said yes, he hurriedly ordered the servant to serve a sauce.

Anatoly ate a few peas. He pushed the pea bowl in front of Cheerchen and Yelishei, and then began to slap and learn about the two.

"Alvar, where does your family come from?"

"A remote little aristocratic manor in Kiev province."

"It's okay to be remote, as long as you are a nobleman, this is the root. Is there anything new in Ukraine now? I heard that your warchief Bogdan Khmelnitsky is dying."

"Your Excellency, don't you know?" Chechen pretended to be surprised: "Old Hemei has passed away, and now it is Vigowski who has become the warchief."

"Really? What a pity." Anatoly was speechless for words. He heard that Bogdan Khmelnitsky was dead, and his face quickly showed a sad expression.

"Yes, may he rest in peace."

"How about your new warchief?"

"May God give him health, he is an excellent clerk! Although this is for the Poles. Because he opened the door to them."

"It seems that your Excellency is not his supporter." Anatoly said.

"Yes, I am a supporter of Ivan Shirko. The team leader is pro-Russian, and so am I. So after Wigowski was elected I left Kiev and sold everything and mine. My friend Yelishei went to Pskov to serve for Prince Alexei, the wise commander of His Majesty the Tsar," Chechen said.

When I heard that Chechen and the others were also going to Pskov to play for Prince Alexei, Anatoly's eyes lighted up.