All day, Ding Mu's mind was occupied by the mysterious key he found in the bookcase in the bishop's living room, and from the fact that the key was so casually placed in the corner of the bookcase, he could be sure that Alfonso did not seem to know what it did, in fact, even Ding Mu did not know what was so special about the key and the piece of paper that seemed to be full of alchemical secret words.

Because he had something on his mind, Ding Mu left the living room after finding a few classical books that were considered to be dabbling in several disciplines according to Alfonso's request, and after returning to the library, he carefully took out the keys and tissue paper that he had hidden before and carefully observed, the two similar keys aroused his curiosity, although he didn't know what he could find in them.

But apart from the large pieces of dry and incomprehensible characters on the cotton paper and the cumbersome patterns carved on the keys, he really couldn't see any mystery in it, and for a while Ding Mu felt that maybe he was just thinking about it, or he had read too many legends about this era before, and it was inevitable that everything was associated with conspiracy and trickery.

However, when it comes to intrigues, Ding Mu began to feel that some of his previous guesses may be wrong, although he still thinks that the priest and the assassination of the palace minister are inseparable, but from all indications, the priest really has no reason to murder the palace minister.

Ding Mu knows his current situation, although he is just a small person, but if he doesn't figure out something, he can't do it.

began to want to save the palace minister to have a chance to get promoted, but inexplicably because he became Alfonso's library treasurer changed direction, if the priest was really involved in that conspiracy, Ding Mu was very worried that one day after the truth was revealed, he would become a victim of the power struggle between the two people.

This kind of struggle is not to mention the mixing of life and death, even if there is blood oozing from the sidelines, it is enough for a little person like him to drink a pot.

and Sophia, he didn't want her to be involved, and he promised Sophia to let her live a peaceful life, even if it was to live peacefully to the end of her life in the future, Ding Mu felt that she had to find a way to understand her situation first.

Some things are really stepped in with one foot, so don't think about going back.

At the beginning of twilight, an attendant came to the library to convey the priest's orders, and Ding Mu immediately followed the attendant out of the house in a box with several treatises he had found before and later.

To his surprise, Alfonso was not speaking of guests at the Episcopal Palace of Monreale, but in the city of Palermo, so that by the time they arrived in the city, it was already completely dark.

Vast expanses of lights shine through the towering windows, and sometimes the doors are closed during the day but completely open at night, and the smell of meat and grilled fish can always be smelled when passing in front of the houses, and even the spicy aroma wafts from some of the more imposing houses.

"If we hurry, we can have a good meal," the attendant urged with some impatience, "and you must know that it is not every day that we can eat meatloaf mixed with quail and blood-smeared sauce, and wine, which are brought from the monastery of Rando. ”

The blood sauce and the wine of the Orchid Monastery were certainly attractive, but Ding Mu did not seem to be in the mood to enjoy them, and as soon as they entered the Cathedral of Palermo, they were stopped by another waiting attendant, and then entered a room at the back of the church along a narrow staircase through the side door.

Alfonso was waiting for them there.

It is rare for a priest to wear a half-dress today, except that he does not wear a crown and a long shawl, which is somewhat too formal.

"Did you bring those books?" The priest opened his mouth to ask, and when he saw Ding Mu open the wooden box, he looked a little and closed the lid, and saw that Ding Mu was looking at him, and the priest smiled like a self-deprecating smile and said with a little emotion, "Maybe you will wonder how I care so much about these books, but if you know the real value of these things, you will not think that I am making a big fuss." ”

Of course I know how precious these things are, Ding Mu said to himself.

"When I say precious, I don't mean in terms of money," as if to understand Ding Mu's thoughts, the priest waved his hand as if to correct his thoughts, "some things should not be measured by money, of course, compared with what can be obtained, it is still worth it." ”

Ding Mu stood by and listened to the priest's words, he knew that Alfonso was not saying these words to him, maybe at this time the priest had some troubles to explain, or simply wanted to vent something, in short, the smartest thing to do now was to be a quiet listener.

Sure enough, after saying a few inexplicable words, Alfonso's mood seemed to be better, and he waved his hand to Ding Mu: "Okay, you've been working hard today, go get something to eat, I know how terrible the work in the library is, tomorrow you can find someone to be your helper, and then organize a clear list of books for me." ”

"Thank you very much, my lord," Ding Muliu bowed and was about to leave, but was stopped by Alfonso, "Alexander, are you living with Osborne?" ”

"Yes, my lord, I live upstairs from his tailor's shop, and he confiscated my rent, which left me with a penny of expenses."

"The tailor is really a good friend," the priest smiled, "and you can go." ”

Ding Mu nodded and bowed again, but he had more thoughts in his heart when he turned to leave.

The priest didn't seem to like Osborne very much.

It is no wonder how these nobles, whether it is Alfonso or the Aragonese officials, could look down on a small tailor.

In their minds, Osborne was just a favored courtier next to Gomez, or maybe not even a courtier, but a complete clown.

But probably these people could not have imagined that such a clown would become a hot figure in Castile in the future.

Ding Mu walked along the staircase corridor where he came, this corridor was very deep, and the light in the hall shone through the gap in the hollow lattice window inlaid on one side of the wall, dividing the corridor into different pieces of light and dark.

A slightly high-pitched voice in the hall attracted Ding Mu, who was about to walk out of the corridor, and he looked in along the hollow lattice window, and suddenly saw a familiar figure under the pillars of the bright hall.

Ding Mu's footsteps couldn't help but stop, he looked at the old man who was talking in a low voice with Alfonso, who had returned to the hall, and then he quickly searched elsewhere, and soon saw a tall young man who was having a good time with the Aragonese officer who was leading the army to capture Bishop Malejo at a table not far from them.

These two men were the strange pair of master and apprentice he met on the way to Palermo.

Ding Mu, who had already walked to the door, immediately stopped, although he was not worried about the danger of being seen by these two people, but as long as he thought about the conversation between these two people that he had heard before, he felt that the appearance of this pair of masters and apprentices was not so simple.

And he soon discovered that the young man, who had previously been in the gypsy camp at every turn, seemed to be deliberately concealing his identity, so that Alfonso's attention was entirely on his teacher and not on him.

Seeing that the entourage who led him had already shown a puzzled look because he stopped, Ding Mu knew that he couldn't delay any longer, so he calmed down a little, followed behind and walked through the small door into the hall.

There are not many people in the hall, because the Episcopal Palace of Palermo has always been located in Monreale, so although the Cathedral of Palermo is more magnificent than the Cathedral of Monreale, it is not the head of the church in Palermo.

"My dear friend, I hope your arrival will be a good omen."

Standing at a table not far from the pillar, Ding Mu could hear what the priest was saying to the old man.

"I'm just an old man in the last years," said the old man modestly, touching his beard with a little emotion, and then looking at the student a little farther away, "I only hope that in my lifetime I can pass on this little knowledge to my students, so that I will not regret even if I do not go to heaven in the future." ”

"Forgive me for saying this, God will let you go to heaven in order not to let the devil succeed," said the priest with a smile, "although it is true that I am saying this irreverently, I believe it to be true, and I am convinced that true reverence is more precious than verbal piety." ”

"Then I will thank you for your blessings, priest," the old man replied with a smile, and then his expression became serious, "Maybe I came at the wrong time, but I hope to hear more about Palermo from you, you know that the students of the University of Paris are very concerned about the war, they may not support the king, but they are very interested in everything that happens here, especially about Florence and Rome, after all, everything there is so fascinating. Even Sicily is a source of fascination for many Parisians, and I've seen a lot of fascinating things on the way here, and if I bring them back, it will definitely cause a lot of sensation. ”

The old man's words seemed to intrigue Alfonso, who motioned for his attendant to take the box containing the book and open it gently.

Even though it was a little far away, Ding Mu still heard the faint sound of gasping, and he tilted his head to look, just in time to see the old man's face with a look of surprise and surprise.

"Ortemus, Thales, and even Posidoni," the old man looked at the books in an excited tone, and he couldn't help but show a greedy look, as if he wanted to completely take the countless knowledge contained in them into his mind, "These are truly priceless treasures, and if you can get one of them, it will be enough to satisfy you, priest, and I can't help but say that God really loves you, and it will even make you feel jealous." ”

"Your jealousy is completely unnecessary, for true treasures are priceless only if they are shared," said the priest, as he gently brought the box to the old man, "this is your friend, take them back to Paris, although I know that the University of Paris has a rich collection, but it is a little bit of my heart." ”

"You are so generous, priest," the old man bowed slightly, "please allow me to kiss your hand, for for your generosity, I am sure my protector, the Duke of Orleans, will also be grateful." ”

Ding Mu noticed that when the old man mentioned the Duke of Orleans, the tall brown-haired young man standing on the other side had a strange smile on his face.

By this time, Ding Mu almost knew who this man was, and at the same time, the Duke of Orleans, who was standing on the other side of the hall, also saw him.