Ulius did not know Madame Osborne, nor did he know Osborne, but as the new owner of the original Zioni Palace, he knew Bochum.

And because Bochum left behind many of his original servants, including him, when he bought the house, he became his master.

When I saw Uliwu, several people in the room had different expressions.

Alexander was a little surprised, this black young man hadn't been seen since the last time he came, and although he knew that this person was a hidden danger, Alexander didn't plan to do any murderous tricks.

Not because of moral conscience, it's just unnecessary.

Ulliu was a man, which made no one believe his words, and if he wanted to inform, he would have already done so, so there was no need to tell himself.

Extortion?

Alexander could see that, unlike most blacks of his time, this Moorish man was very clever, and even showed signs of being well-educated in his speech and demeanor, which surprised Alexander a little and could not help but be cautious.

If the person is not malicious, then there is no need to worry about him, and if he has some purpose, it may be more troublesome to rush into killing him before it is unclear what his purpose is.

Now that Uliu had suddenly appeared, Alexander couldn't help but wonder what this black man was going to do.

Mrs. Gongxiang's face is not very good-looking, among these people, she should not have appeared, in order to cover up her tracks, she even put on a dress that is usually but not suitable for a new widow woman during the mourning period, although the flower ornaments on it are simple, but for her current identity, it is still a little too gorgeous.

"I know this Moor."

Bochum suddenly pointed at Ulliu, and his words made several people in the room look strange, and the tailor's forehead was already faintly sweating.

"He's a servant in my house," Bochum said, walking over and grabbing the placket of Ulliu's clothes, as if to lift him up, "what are you black guy, are you following me?" ”

"No, sir, I'm ......" Uliwu's swarthy face showed panic, he knew that if he was misunderstood, he could die at any time, and no one cared about the death of a Moor.

"I think he's coming for me." Alexander spoke, though it was not clear why Ullius had suddenly come to the door, but it seemed that he was not trying to expose himself, otherwise he should have gone to the palace to find Camus instead of running to the tailor's shop.

Alexander's mind was spinning as he looked back at the other people with different faces, and he couldn't help but be amused when he looked back at the other people in the room with different faces.

It's no wonder that Bochum is so nervous, after all, what the people of them look at now, it seems that they are getting together to plan some kind of conspiracy.

In fact, they were planning something.

"Sir, I have indeed come to find Lord Gombray," Ulliu explained anxiously, and seeing that his master still looked suspicious, he said to Alexander with some anxiety, "Lord Gombray, please prove that I am telling the truth." “

"Well, I can prove to him," Alexander had already thought of what to say, "that Zioni had sent him something for me after I had been wounded, and that he himself," Alexander smiled at this, "to show his personal gratitude to me for avenging Lady Niodora." ”

"His personal gratitude, the gratitude of a Moorish servant?" The palace minister looked at the Moorish young man with a slightly cramped expression with a little interest.

"This Moorish servant, he is in love with his mistress," Alexander smiled softly, "and it was at that time that I was about to duel Perón for the honor of protecting Madame Toridolai, and although he was interrupted by the sudden appearance of an assassin, he still thought I should be grateful. ”

Alexander's words made the palace minister frown slightly, and she looked at Alexander with suspicious eyes, as if she did not believe his words.

At this time, Osborne, who had not spoken, hurriedly spoke: "This is simply a poetic story, but it is a true story, and the love for the servant of the mistress is a tribute to the warrior who fought to defend her honor, which is the sentiment and virtue of the ancient Greeks." ”

"Do you think the black head of the Moors will know what you're talking about?" Bochum sarcastically grabbed Uliu's shoulder and pushed him into the middle of the room, threatening "Tell you the truth, boy, don't think you can fool me, if I find out that you are following me, I will cut your neck, I am not so easy to deceive." ”

Ulliu nodded quickly, he looked around, and saw that several people were staring at him, so he licked his lips first and said carefully: "Sorry master, but I have read books, and I know Greece and those poets." “

Bochum was stunned by Uliu's answer, while Osborne was stunned at first, then laughed "haha".

"Hurry up and talk back to you little bastard," the city defense captain's face was already starting to turn blue, which made the people next to him a little worried about whether he would stab the Moorish man in anger, "Tell me what you're doing here." ”

"I saw a guy who had been looking for Master Zioni before, the guy who had gone to him before that night, I just met." Uliu said quickly, and then he noticed that the room was suddenly silent.

The so-called that night, of course, refers to the night of blood.

There were so many things that happened that night, but because of the chaos at the time, there were too few clues that could be found.

Uliu's words lifted the faces of several people in the room, and this happened to be the event they had been planning before.

Bochum needs to find the culprit of the bloody night as soon as possible to secure his position, and Osborne needs to rely on this to regain favor in front of the palace minister, whether it is to avenge her husband or to continue to enjoy power as the representative of her family in Sicily after the arrival of the new palace minister, who is also desperate to find the murderer as soon as possible.

What's more, after the dust settled, Madame Palazzo soon found that Alfonso seemed to be becoming more and more assertive as she was about to take over as Bishop of Palermo, and that the relationship she had built up with the Sicilian nobility and the enemies of both families in Aragon had become wiped out with the death of the Prime Minister.

Madame Palazzo realized that Alfonso no longer seemed to need to maintain some kind of relationship with her, or that in the priest's opinion, there might be no need to continue to be false and wrong.

For it was already reported that King Ferdinand II of Aragon was going to send a new court minister who was probably close to Alfonso's family.

Therefore, it has become the wish of many people to find the culprit who caused the bloodstained night before the arrival of the new palace minister, and the reason why the matter that should have been discussed openly has become such a secret gathering like a conspiracy and trickery, although several people in the room did not explain it, but in fact, they all understood it and tacitly understood it.

"Who are you talking about?" Alexander motioned for Bochum to let go of the black youth, for he noticed that Uliu's originally swarthy face was already a little blue, which made him look like a frost-beaten black berry.

"A merchant, whom I have seen more than once, go to see Master Zioni," Uliu, though a little nervous, tried to speak as clearly and concisely as possible, "I have seen him deliver a large quantity of goods to the basement where Master Zioni was at the back of the house, the same basement where Master Bochum later found many weapons. ”

"Merchant?"

The word merchant made Alexander's mind flash, and he naturally thought of Crean.

"Yes, I don't know the merchant, but I know he sent something to Master Zioni, and I just met him," Uliuu said with a hesitant look, looking at the rest of the room before whispering, "I saw him coming out of a place, but that's all I can say to you." ”

"What is this Moorish man going to do?" Bochum stared at Ulliu dissatisfied, he felt that his servant was actually telling others in front of him, which made him, the master, feel very shameless, "Don't you want to believe me?" Well, I'll let you know to know awesome. ”

Ullius looked hesitant, and although the time was short, he knew the temper of the new master somewhat, and it was clear that he would not have any good fruit to eat when he returned.

"Tell me what's going on," asked Alexander in a low voice, and then he looked at Bochum as if he were in a state of rage, and thought for a moment and said, "Although I don't have any money now, I think it is enough to buy a servant, and you can be my servant." As he spoke, he looked at Bochum, whose face was even more angry, "Do you want him to speak out, or do you want him to follow me?" ”

Bochum's face was flushed red as if it had been burned, and even the top of his bare head shone a little, but he finally put up with it, shook his head and muttered, "Well, it's a Moor, you can buy him, but I want to know what he said to you." ”

Alexander nodded, he knew it was for sure.

The fact that Mrs. Gong Xiang can deign to discuss things with him shows that the situation is not so optimistic for her, and now she has such a good opportunity to take advantage of it.

Now that everyone is here, it's natural to share the news.

"Come on, everyone here can be trusted." Alexander said to Ulliu, insincerely, as he pondered what might happen, "Tell me who the man is and where he has gone." ”

"I saw the man come out of the priest's quarters," Ullius said cautiously, his nimble eyes quickly skimming the faces of several people beside him, and he noticed that when he said the priest's quarters, the faces of the people in front of him, although they had different expressions, seemed to have something that puzzled him, and if he had to say what it was, Ullius felt that it was not so much unexpected anger as excitement, and then he continued, "I saw the man driving the carriage south from Via Vittorio. “

"Where did you go, where did that person go?" Bochum reached out to grab Ulliu's collar, and when he saw Alexander frowning, he remembered that he had promised to sell the Moor, "Tell me where he went." ”

"I'm sorry sir, I only saw him go south, and then he rushed over to report it." Ulius shook his head, his tone a little cringe, as if he was afraid of Bochum's rudeness, but it was evident from the changed title that he now considered himself Alexander's servant.

"And how long did this man stay in the priest's quarters?" Mrs. Gong Xiang asked.

"It's not very long, ma'am," Uliuu bowed, "he was cautious, coming in and out of the alley behind the priest's quarters. ”

"Alfonso? Priest? ”

Osborne seemed a little confused, but the tone of his voice seemed to emphasize the identity of the man.

"Alfonso, priest!"

Bochum's tone was full of excitement, and the crazy night of the previous bloody night had not only made him a windfall, but also completely changed from an ordinary mercenary to one of the most powerful people in Palermo.

This made Bochum feel that the blood shed by the noble can bring good luck to himself, and the higher the status, the greater the cost of bloodshed.

"What do you think, ma'am?" Alexander looked at the palace minister, and from the moment she entered his room, he knew that this woman was not satisfied with having a nice place in the noble council, and that she had great ambitions.

"I will relay this news to the council," said Madame Miyashi, as if disapprehensive, and then she looked at Bochum, "Captain, in order to prevent the prisoner from escaping, I would like you to arrest this man yourself." ”

"Of course, ma'am, it is my duty," Bochum saluted, and then he raised his head slightly and said in an inquiring tone, "but what shall I do if this man escapes into the dwellings of some great man, ma'am?" ”

Madame Gong raised her slightly slender chin and said in a calm but unquestioning tone: "In that case, as the garrison of Palermo, you have the right to search any suspicious place. ”

"Madame." The top of Bochum's head shone with a silky glow, and his lips hidden in his beard couldn't help but lick, as if he had tasted blood again at this moment.

Looking at this unusually familiar scene, Alexander couldn't help but sigh in his heart, many things are really strikingly similar, but I don't know if this kind of thing will happen again in the future.