The Sixth Secret (Part One) Read, Drakewall, 1450 AD

Read on, Dracula, darling. Oh, God forbid the devil. He is the most adversarial.
Dracula chanted behind him in boredom and intermittent pronunciation. I looked at his face. I don't know why I'm not comfortable with this kid.

• Pay attention to me here. Where do you lay off your little mind? Hey, chant (and if he strives in the land to spoil it)
  It's bad that Dracula was your brother. It's bad if Dracula sleeps next to you. It's bad that...
  Plowing and offspring. God does not like corruption)
  Dracula kept chanting verses and sheiks reading them. Dracula hates the sheik. That's not weird. My brother hates everyone. He hates me and he hates this place and he hates the Koran. Besides, this scene made you raise your eyebrows in surprise and then lower them in irony; I think I'm telling a comedy story. No, buddy. Here I am. "Radu" with my fat and meat, I sit in this mosque, and there is my brother Dracula with his grease and his flesh sitting next to me echoing the verses of the Koran and the sheik screaming at it, and all this stupidity has begun to harass him.
  Let me tell you the story from the beginning until the wonder goes away. My father was the ruler of the Kingdom of Walakia. The people of Walakia called it "Dracula", meaning the Romanian dragon. That's because my father was a founding member of a suspicious secret organization of knights called Dragons. My father put this dragon symbol on the coin in Walakia and on the armor as well. A rumor among people called it the Dragon. "Dracula" or Dragon as pronounced by the people of Walakia.
• Mr. Dracula, it's a message from the Ottoman sultan, sir. There's started trouble. All our guilt is that Walakia is between the hammer of the Ottomans and the Andean of Hungarians. They want to kill each other. And for this, let Walakia go to hell.
  Dracul read the Sultan's message with great interest. The Islamic State imposes a tribute on him to protect him from Hungarians and requires him to provide them with fighters if the Muslim army needs fighters. And ask him to react quickly and demonstrate loyalty... The proof my father chose was very strange. He sent me and called Rado and my older brother Drakewall to Adrianobel or Edina. The Ottoman Sultan's Muslim stronghold.
  Learn from your brother, Radu. He's saved ten fences so far. You didn't keep a single verse, Dracula.
  It was the strongest proof of loyalty. It's impossible to attack a country that has sent your liver to its sovereignty. Drakewall and I found ourselves as young as twelve strangers in strange countries. And weird buildings. And weird clothes. Long circles. And a beard. and shortcomings.
  My brother hated all this ridiculousness. Although the Muslim Sultan was very interested in us and taught us equestrians, fighting, and science of all kinds, especially Islamic ones, Drakewall was not happy. He felt like he was just a prisoner. And that these enemies are trying to shame him with their teachings and culture that he hates and does not deserve. But for me it was different.
• What's your name, golden-haired cute boy?
• My name is Radu and you?
• I am Muhammad bin Murad, son of the sultan.
  I didn't know I was going to live my childhood with Muhammad bin Mourad. The man people knew years later by Mohammed Al-Fateh. The great knight who opened Constantinople...
  Muhammad al-Fateh and I were dear friends. The stronger my friendship with him... He and I with Drakewall intensified our hostility. Dracula and Mohammed Al-Fateh have not been able to stand each other from a young age, although they have been forced to live their childhood together. And to train together and learn together. This was never weird. One of them was a knight.
  The other was a real demon.
• Throw your arrow, Radu. Throw your arrow.
  I threw my arrow into the middle of the circular board. Oh, my prowess from a young age. I hit my shoulders in the palm of "Mohammed al-Fateh" and stood next to him happy that I approached his innate skill.
  Your turn, Drakewall. Throw your arrow.
  He pointed Drakewall at the circular painting. Then he suddenly turned his bow for me and Muhammad al-Fateh. And look at us with a mule. My eyes widened in horror.
  What are you doing, Drakewall? Are you crazy?
  Drakewall pulled his arrow and bow right at us and then suddenly fired it. He didn't release it for me.
  He turned it at the last second into a painting. His arrow hit exactly the middle of the target. I felt like he wished this painting was the heart of Mohammed Al-Fateh. Or maybe my heart is me.
  Six years ago. We grew up and became young. And here we are racing all three of us on our genuine Arab armies with all the power. Do you see how our shapes are now? My shape was so special. I had very light golden hair. Long silk descends my shoulders that the most beautiful girls don't have. Her face is handsome and has a distinctive manly voice. While Drakewall was black, I thought he'd... His hair descends to the bottom of his spooks, too. But he had a big mustache on which the falcon stood, as they say, with sharp eyes, as if they were the eyes of the hawk who was going to stand on his mustache. "Muhammad al-Fateh" had a small pointed beard, brown hair, a long nose, and eyes radiating intelligence and equestrian.
  Then came the news that moved all these slow scenes. My father Dracul died suddenly in Walakia. Conspiracy orchestrated by Boyar... It's called the nobility.
  In our country Walakia... This news came down on us and we are in the most preoccupied period of the Ottoman Empire. We were ready and planning to open the most immune city at the time... Constantinople. And I speak the word because I'm a Muslim. It's a Muslim knight. But Dracula stayed with his religion. Sultan Mohammed Al-Fatih sent "Dracula" to
  Walakia to become her ruler. As his father was a subordinate of the Ottoman Sultan and a conference. But I've chosen to stay here. I chose to have the privilege of participating in the grand opening of Constantinople.
  It was a great feast in Walakia. A feast where the host was Count Dracula. The guests are Akbar Boyar. The nobles who ate until they got drunk and the food came out of their noses - a popular expression in Walakia - asked them quietly. How long has Walakia ruled over its history?
  Some of them said ten governors. Some of them said twelve governors. Thirteen governors, maybe... Dracula said with a demonic revolution all of a sudden that's because you're traitors. You eat the governor's meat before two years of his rule. How many years have you decided to give me, you noble boyar?
  In the next shot, the palace guards were attacking the boyars (the nobles) from all sides...They beat each other and killed others harshly...Dracula was not watching from afar, but he pulled out his sword and struck their necks. After striking them, his sword became dripping with blood...
  Many of them remained alive... "Dracula" looked at them with wide, angry eyes and said, "Take them to the castle.. to work shoulder to shoulder with the peasants in building it."
  Then he said in a meaningful accent and they worked in it from the northern side. The northern side of the castle is the abyss. An amateur at 1,000 feet. Whoever was sent by Dracula, some boyars died. Some of them died of hunger. Or from exhaustion. And of course, he threw them all into the abyss. He also launched a very harsh campaign to which all the dwellers in the Kingdom of Walakia were entitled. Their women, their children, their elders. It was a genocide. The veins went beyond the smallest bloody buyer whisking in someone's body. "Dracula" tusks began to appear. On the other side, I was fighting in Constantinople. Muhammad al-Fateh was really what history books describe. Real shrewd. The jockeys' shrewdness is different from any other shrewdness. Shrewd. Pure shrewdness. It was a historical saga I can't tell the details of now. But we finally achieved our goal. Constantinople became ours. It has become the great capital of the Islamic Kingdom.
  "To open Constantinople... I prefer the Prince. The army preferred that army, "Prince Fatih told me in the field looking at my head," Radu ". Do you put henna on the feeling of men in Walakia?
  I grabbed my golden hair in wonder and then smiled with understanding, saying I was putting henna on my sword, sir. But some of them seem to have been scattered in my head.
  My head was covered in enemy blood. But my head didn't matter. What was important was the news that the State Messenger brought us. Walakia declared rebellion against the Sultan... Dracula rebelled. He did it and rebelled. Sultan Mohammed al-Fateh did not want to disturb his victory with this news. So I went quiet. And I know the conqueror when you shut up about such... The days seem to save us new battles. Battles with Oli Kin. But Dracula was doing something else at Walakia. He went beyond the stage of showing fangs and started the stage of taking out pods and claws. Let me take you to Walakia to watch for yourself.
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