Carrying Viscount Muya's gift and Miss Gina's letter, the group continued to move towards Targovishte.
After a day of traveling less than 30 kilometers, they arrived at their destination.
As for the lifestyle of European nobles in the 15th century, Tsepesh was too lazy to study it. There were only two things he had to do now.
Practice swordsmanship and look for the marks left by Daval.
The result was a bit disappointing. After wandering around the stable for a long time and observing all the places, he still found nothing.
The only thing to be thankful for might be the progress in swordsmanship. Professor Litam's moves and techniques have been mastered by Tsepesh by 80%.
As for the breathing and force techniques, they are still at a stage where they are not familiar with the door. They must go through a lot of running-in practice before they can have an epiphany.
In this way, every day, he traveled, practiced swordsmanship, and walked around the stable.
It is also necessary to play along with the Ottomans. The longer the time, the more trust you can win from the enemy.
The more trust you have from the enemy, the greater the power you can generate when you explode.
On the fourth day, when Tepesh thought that Davar had stood him up, the familiar simplified Chinese number finally appeared on the fence of the stable.
A small "nine" was engraved on the bottom of the stable fence, which was the least conspicuous part. It was hard to find it without looking for it.
In a few days, Davar recruited nine trustworthy people. Regardless of the speed of progress, this was a good sign.
After secretly saying "brother, come on", Tepesh began his own efforts.
The short sword and round shield seemed to become a part of Tepesh's body. He stabbed, blocked, and kept adjusting his breathing and strength.
From the darkening of the sky to the approaching midnight, the breathing and strength skills that he had never been able to touch before finally allowed Tepesh to catch a little bit of rhythm.
After finally finding the rhythm, he must not let it slip from his fingertips. Tsepesh pulled himself up and practiced all night.
Tiredness and sleepiness could not resist Tsepesh's excitement. It was not until he sat in the carriage that the excitement gradually disappeared.
Not caring about the bumps of the carriage, Tsepesh, who was tired and sleepy, slept all the way in the carriage without even having lunch.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw Braye's slightly serious face.
"Tsepesh, I heard that you practiced sword all night last night.
Young man, are you really training yourself so harshly just because you lack a sense of security?"
Oh no, the other party doubted me. I was too excited last night and ignored this point.
I must find a reasonable reason to dispel Braye's doubts. How should I say it?
Tsepesh maintained a look of being unable to concentrate after waking up to delay answering questions as much as possible.
Got it, this is a way to kill two birds with one stone, let's do it.
Half a minute later, Tepesh thought of a way to deal with it, and a shy expression instantly appeared on his face.
"Your Excellency the Special Envoy, you are right, I worked hard to practice sword last night, and I did have other purposes.
But I am embarrassed to say it now, tomorrow, tomorrow I promise you will know the reason."
The answer that was not an answer made Braye fall into thought, and a pair of suspicious eyes stared at Tepesh's slightly shy face.
Because Tepesh had gained enough trust from the other party before, Braye pondered for a moment and did not ask further.
"Get ready, we will arrive at Nightingale Castle soon, put on your noble clothes."
Braye left, the carriage door closed, Tepesh breathed a sigh of relief, and then changed into his gorgeous but uncomfortable clothes in the carriage.
The majestic Nightingale Castle, standing on the banks of the Vedea River, has a history of more than 200 years.
Whether it was the arrival of the Hungarians or the invasion of the Ottomans, this castle was firmly controlled by the Sandria family.
The moat more than ten meters wide, the countless battlements on the ancient walls, and the nightingale flag flying high.
All this seemed to declare that no matter who wanted to occupy this castle, they would pay a painful price.
Tepesh got off the carriage, stood beside Braye, looked at the castle a hundred meters away, and slowly lowered the drawbridge.
The tall horse walked out of the ancient castle with brisk steps.
On its back sat a white-haired noble man, the owner of the castle, Count Sandria.
Behind the count, a dozen people followed out of the city, including the countess, the count's two sons, and several small nobles under him.
A dozen riders ran towards the direction of the convoy. Although they knew there was no danger, the 300 Ottoman cavalry accompanying them still formed an attack formation.
When there were only 20 meters left to the convoy, the people from the castle slowed down their horses.
More than a dozen people dismounted and walked the last dozen meters.
"Your Excellency the Special Envoy, friends, welcome to Nightingale Castle.
Please allow me to do my best to entertain you."
Compared with the little nobles he had met before, Count Sandria's temperament was more than one level higher.
Then, Sandria looked at Tepesh and smiled kindly.
"Tepesh, I haven't seen you for a few years, and you have grown into a big boy.
I remember when you were a child, every summer, you would pester your father to bring you here to play."
The way Sandria's elders talked like chatting about family matters made Tepesh feel both kind and a little unprepared.
He quickly recalled the memories left by the original owner in his mind and found all the fragments about Sandria.
The result came out in an instant. Just as Count Sandria said, before being sent as a hostage, Tepesh was indeed a frequent visitor to Nightingale Castle.
Moreover, Arthur, the second son of Sandria, was Tepesh's best playmate when he was a child.
A few days ago, when he heard Gina complaining, Tepesh felt that the name Arthur sounded very familiar.
However, he did not recall the original owner's memory carefully, so he could not remember Arthur.
As for Ferco, the eldest son of Sandria, Tepesh also knew him since childhood, but because the two were more than ten years apart in age, they did not have much contact and were not familiar with each other.
Originally, Tepesh planned to pull Arthur into the group, and now it seems that he has to tie him to his warship.
All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, and Tepesh smiled brightly and said:
"Hello, Uncle Sandria, we haven't seen each other for several years. May you and Auntie be healthy forever."
While speaking, Tepesh went up to Sandria's family and performed the traditional kiss.
The Countess, who was about 40 years old, whispered to Tepesh while performing the kiss:
"Tepesh, Arthur is in a bad mood recently. If you have time, please talk to him."
"I know, Auntie, I also have a lot to say to Arthur."
Arthur's lifelong happiness still depends on me, Tepesh added in his heart.
The next person to perform the kiss was the Count's eldest son, Ferco.
Ferrer's hair color was slightly yellow, and his eyes were clear light blue. It was obvious at a glance that he was not a pure Romanian.
His mother, Count Sandria's first wife, was a noble lady from Poland.
Marriages between nobles from different countries were very common in Europe.
Later, the Polish noblewoman died of illness, and Count Sandria remarried his current wife, Arthur's mother.
After politely touching his face with Ferrer, Tsepesh walked towards a sturdy young man who had been grinning beside him.
"Friend, long time no see."
"Long time no see."
Because of the original owner's memory, he had a natural sense of closeness to Arthur.
Without much words, after a casual greeting, the two young men walked towards Nightingale Castle with their arms around each other.