The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

When passing by a roadside pub rented by the Jews, Lvbao Macki stopped the carriage.

He invited Pidro to take a break and drink a few sips of wine-this is also to create an opportunity for Pidro to talk to himself.

Pidro readily agreed.

So the two entered the tavern. The Marshal and Pedro’s guards were all left waiting outside—the tavern was small and could not accommodate so many people.

When the Jewish boss saw a customer coming, he bared his yellow teeth with a smile. When he saw that the visitor turned out to be Pidro, the lord here, he hurriedly wiped the table and chairs clean with a greasy rag, then bowed down and invited the two to sit down.

The two were seated, and the Jewish owner took out the best mead in the tavern.

Pidro took out a taler and threw it to the Jewish boss.

"Go outside, I won't tell you not to come over." He said in a commanding tone.

The Jewish boss took it, bowed, and walked out.

While he was doing all this, Lvbao Macki just looked at him coldly, without saying a word. But Pedro's move to drive away the Jews made him more certain that Pedro must have something very important to say to himself.

Pidro stood up and poured a glass of wine for Lubao Macki, and then also poured a glass for himself.

After taking a sip of wine, Pidro said to Lubaumacki: "Marshal, you may not know that Cheechen and I were penniless when we landed in Riga almost ten years ago, like this I don’t want to drink much wine. But when we arrived in Poland, our destiny changed. We played for the Republic, for Fyodor Obukhović, for Janusz Laziviu, for Jan Kazimierz. The king serves. My nephew and I have gained countless wealth. Our reputation is even heard by the kings of France. We have a vast fief in Vidava and Bratslav, and we have tens of thousands of subordinates. A good soldier. If someone told me ten years ago that I would have what I am today, I would definitely smash a bottle on his forehead and call him a drunk and a liar."

Having said that, Piedro took another sip from his glass. Then he continued: "I love this country, she is my second hometown."

Lvbao Macki nodded: "Yes, Poland is indeed a generous mother. She warmly entertains people from any country and repays them generously for their contributions."

"Yes."

Pidro took off his hat and put it on the table.

His few gray hair trembled slightly under the light of candlelight.

“That’s why I often say to my children that I must regard Poland as my own country, raise my children in the Christian faith, and teach my children arithmetic, Latin, and Polish. However, even if I have gained so much, I still have to I have regrets."

Speaking of this, Pidro raised his head and stared at Lubaumacki.

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

"My nephew Chechen, he has done so much, but he didn't even get the position of a senator. Brest, it was promised by the king, but if he didn't, he would be gone; the position of marshal, is he worthy? Can’t you? Even Jan Sobieski is already a marshal. What he has done for this country is no less than that of Jan Sobieski and the others."

"Jan Kazimierz is slow to wait for the hero." Lvbao Macki groaned.

He seemed to know what Pidro wanted—the power of the marshal, the location of the Senate, the rule of the Brest Fortress.

These, as long as Chechen is willing to send troops to help him fight the king, and return the republic to the world, he will give it to him without hesitation.

"Now, my nephew is discouraged and wants to go to Sweden. He wants to abandon everything here. He can do it, but I can't do it! Because Vidava and Bratzlaff belong to him and are my hard work. It should be inherited by Janusz and Anna. These inborn births should be theirs! Hey, my nephew can give up everything lightly and don’t fight for his children, but I want to fight for it. So I keep it secret. He came to see you because he wanted to win a permanent place for our family in the Republic by playing for you and the alliance."

Lubaomackey was silent.

It's not that he didn't believe in the truth of what Pidro said. He is also a grandfather, knowing that he can do everything for his grandson.

Lubaumacki is worried about Pidro's ability.

For a long time, although this Pidro has always been the deputy commander of the mercenary group, he has not heard of how outstanding military talent he has. Moreover, Pidro did it alone without Cheering, whether the other officers of the mercenary group would obey his orders, it was very doubtful.

If Pidro could only send hundreds of people in the end, then it would be of little help to his career.

When Pidro saw that Lvbao Macki did not speak, he mistakenly thought that the marshal was suspicious of his loyalty.

"Could it be that Marshal you can't believe me?" Piedro asked in a tempestuous response. "If I want to be against the Marshal, I can tie you to Warsaw with only these thirty rides."

"Your Excellency misunderstood."

Listening to Pidro’s words, Lvbao Macki quickly explained: "I don’t doubt your loyalty~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I’m just worried, if this is done without your nephew, will you be able to mobilize a servant? The strength of the Corps. Because as far as I know, Chelchen’s officers are loyal to him."

Seeing that Lvbao Macki was worried about this, Pidro waved his hand indifferently.

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

"Then," he heard that Pidro was so determined and full of confidence, Lubaomatzki also assured him: "Your Excellency Pidro, I also swear by my noble reputation and family, as long as you can tell me in the future. And my righteous cause is helpful, then I will personally offer the marshal’s scepter, the position of the Senate, and Brest’s reign."

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

Suddenly, someone kicked him in the back.

Like a monkey's **** being burned, the Jewish boss jumped up. When he turned around, seeing that Pidro and his friend had come out, the Jewish boss immediately changed his smile.

"My lord, have you drunk it?" He smiled and pleased.

As a result of an agreement with Lvbaomackey, Pidro was in a good mood at this time. He smiled and said, "Drink it. Boss, your wine is really good."

"Thanks for the compliment. If you like me to send some jars to your mansion?"

"You don't need to send it. You prepare more, the more the better. After a while, I will be of great use." Piedro said.

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

He nodded and bowed, indicating that he must be ready.