Seeing the old man, Alexander was a little surprised.

Ficher, who was in Palermo, appeared as a mentor and friend to the Duke of Orleans.

This well-read master of poetry was highly admired by Alfonso, the priest of Palermos at the time, and his wise appearance fascinated many people.

This lasted until the night of the Bloody Night.

After the Bloody Night, the Duke of Orleans and Fiche disappeared under the pseudonym, and Alexander guessed that they should have left Sicily by boat overnight, after all, they had already done what they wanted to do, although the appearance of Alexander on the Bloody Night did not achieve their goal of plunging the whole of Sicily into chaos, but the Sicilian Palace Gomez was killed in the riots, which should also be a good result.

Thinking of the night of the Bloodstained Job, Alexander seemed to think that it had been a long time ago, and now that he saw Fischer again, he even felt as if he had lived a world away.

At that time, Alexander was as lonely as when he first came to the treasure land, and he couldn't even protect Sophia beside him, so he allowed her to be taken hostage by Gomez, which is why although he saw Gomez killed, he didn't really want to catch the murderer for the Sicilians.

At that time, whether it was Gomez or Orleans, it was still so dreamlike and unreal.

If it weren't for being threatened by them, he would have even just wanted to watch their farce.

But the Bloody Night was the first time he really saw the terrible cruelty and turmoil of this era, and even being hunted down with Kunto before happened so suddenly that it seemed vague and illusory.

Ficher, a French scholar from the University of Paris, suddenly appeared in front of him, and he was with the Roveret family.

A smile tugged at the corner of Alexander's mouth, it seemed that the master always liked to appear in places that could cause turmoil.

Alexander led the horse forward, knowing that Fichet must have recognized him, and he thought about it, after all, he had once threatened the Duke of Orleans with his sword around his neck, and such an experience would not be easily forgotten by anyone.

Nathan followed Alexander, his shrewd eyes quickly swept over the soldiers in those ranks, and although he didn't know why Alexander suddenly ventured to meet him, he thought that this was a rare opportunity to observe the carriages.

Nashan was convinced that he would not be mistaken, and that there should be a lot of good things in these carriages.

Not far from Ficher, Alexander stopped.

Fischer was one of those who knew about his origins, and he had told the old man about his experience at the Palazzo Francis Alfonso.

So this person should be considered a threat. Alexander pondered in his mind.

He wanted to rush over and cut this man down with a single sword, even if he would become a historical sinner who would end his future and open a new chapter for the University of Paris.

But he knew that he could only think about it, and he could feel the wary eyes of the guards around him, especially the strange infantry who had dared to face the Bohemian cavalry in small numbers before, and he could see the resolute gaze and the almost fanatical passion on the faces of these people.

He also noticed that not only did each of them wear crosses, but some of them also wore various holy relics and amulets on their bodies, and most of the soldiers wore half-body armor like sleeveless waistcoats, and wore helmets on their heads that looked like rolled-brimmed hats, which were somewhat comical, but their eyes showed tenacity and bravery.

"Master, I didn't expect to meet you here." Alexander smiled, "After the breakup in Palermo, I haven't heard about you for a long time. ”

"Oh, Palermo," Fischer smiled, and he took a few steps forward without thinking, then waved his hand casually, "I beg your pardon young man, knowing that my leg has hurt a little since that night, and it hasn't been completely healed yet." ”

Alexander knew what he was hinting at, and he certainly wouldn't forget that Sophia hadn't been polite to the old man that night in order to threaten Orleans.

"What about your little female companion, is she still with you?" Fischer said, looking at the gypsy next to Alexander, who was dressed in a special costume, "It seems that they are still together, I haven't forgotten her." ”

"I haven't forgotten your master," Alexander said, looking at the carriage behind Nashan, "it seems that you are going out alone this time, otherwise I would have liked to see your student again." ”

At the mention of the Duke of Orleans, Ficher's wrinkled face showed a strange look, and he looked at Alexander and shook his head with a little emotion: "It's a miracle to see you here, we always seem to meet in some unexpected places." ”

"I am not surprised," Alexander said, looking at the city of Rome on the hillside in the distance, "it is not surprising that you are here, just like in Sicily, where there are French, there is trouble. ”

Fischer smiled, not in the slightest bit offended by Alexander's words.

"Speaking of which, I haven't congratulated you yet, young man, I have heard that the Sicilians have been awarded the title of Lighthouse Keeper, and I think it must be a great honor for you."

Fischer said and laughed again.

"But I have also heard that you left Palermo and that you did not receive anything in return after that day, which is a great irony for you and for all of us."

Alexander was not surprised that Ficher knew what happened later, he knew that the French must still have a large number of eyeliners in Sicily, and even Alfonso, although he seemed to be used by the French, but as long as necessary, the current Bishop of Sicily would not mind the previous mustard, and would still cooperate with the French.

"However, your companion this time seems to be very noble, and I hope to meet him if I am lucky." Alexander didn't want to go around in circles anymore, although he didn't come here for the talents of the Rovere family, but since he had already talked, he didn't mind getting to know a certain Rovere, after all, whether it was now or for a long time to come, Rovere would be one of the hottest families in Rome like Borgia "I think Queen Joanna of Naples, who is traveling with us, should also be willing to get the blessing of the bishop from Rome." ”

The reputation of the God of War Pope is not for nothing. The thought crossed Alexander's mind.

Today, Giuliano della Rovere was a formidable military commander before he became pope.

The bishop, who was more like a warrior than a clergyman, led the expedition himself, and even after becoming pope, he was constantly considering how to expand the territory of the Holy See.

So much so that one day when he ascends to the papal throne, people will give him the nickname of the god of war, the Pope.

Only now, the future pope should still be a criminal wanted by the Holy See.

Fischel, who was smiling at Alexander's request, showed a slight surprise, he looked at Alexander seriously, and then looked at the Bohemians in the distance behind him.

"Joanna of Naples?" Fischer pondered for a moment, and then knew who Alexander was talking about, and he looked at the young man in front of him with some curiosity, as if he was wondering how this young man could have been involved with the Neapolitan royal family.

"As you know, I am now in the service of the royal family of Naples." Alexander continued.

"Oh, that's news," the old man smiled, "I remember when you were treasurer in the priest's palace in the Cathedral of Monreale, young man, I must say that you were more likable back then than later. ”

Hearing the meaning of Ficher's words, Alexander couldn't help but smile on his lips, he knew that the old man had not forgotten what had happened on the night of blood.

Or rather, he was reluctant that his appearance caused the Duke of Orleans' plan to fall abandonment halfway.

"But you may be disappointed this time," Fichel shook his head slightly, and he looked at the carriage behind him, "Although the people in the carriage are indeed from the Ronalare family, they are not the Lord Bishop you think. ”

Saying this, Fiche looked up at the top of the slope, and he had already noticed a flag on the slope, which was indeed the coat of arms of Naples, which made the old man's already gray eyebrows furrow slightly.

"Although we are all in a bit of an awkward situation, I don't think you will do anything to the relatives of the Ronalare family."

Alexander noticed that when Fischer said this, the knights of the nearby Ronalare family immediately became nervous, and the infantry began to slowly move closer to the carriage.

Because of the conflict between Alexander VI and Giuliano della Ronalre, the Ronalare family at this time was completely on the side of the French as invaders, and Charles VIII once invaded the whole of Naples.

As Ficher said, Joanna would indeed be embarrassed and even a little ironic if she met with someone from the Ronalare family.

But this was an unlikely meeting that everyone would have thought was impossible, but it was not something unthinkable for Alexander.

This is because in the eyes of all, what Giuliano della Ronare, the Archbishop of Genoa, who was seen as the leader of the party, did later, Alexandria knew better than anyone.

God of War Pope, the name flashed through Alexander's mind again.

No one could have imagined that just a few years later, Giuliano della Ronaré, who had close ties with France, would break with France.

Not only that, but the pope, who often presented himself as a warrior, would become France's strongest opponent.

Thinking of this, Alexander couldn't help but look at Ficher's eyes a little strangely.

Probably this wise man beside the Duke of Orleans would never have thought that the people of the Ronalet family, who were now traveling with him, would only become one of the most troublesome enemies for his king in a few years.

And it is also this Giuliano della Ronalé who will be a headache for many people for a long time in the future.

It's just that now, this person has to hook up with the French.

These thoughts quickly crossed Alexander's mind.

"Master, do you think I'm going to do something bad to the people of the Lonaray family?" Alexander shook his head, he slowly took the horse aside and motioned for them to move on, "I just want to show my respect for the Bishop of Genoa, and I'm sure we'll meet again soon." ”

Ficher's face, which had always been smiling calmly, showed a slight hint of doubt, and Alexander's words made him a little confused.

Although his own troops were closely guarding the carriage behind him, Fischer realized that he was at a disadvantage from the shadow of the cavalry rushing back and forth on the hillside.

"In the name of Joanna, Queen of Naples, I wish you all the best on your journey." Alexander raised his hand slightly to Ficher, his hand slightly crossed in the air.

"Shall I say that His Majesty Charles, King of France and Naples, thank you for your blessings?" Fischer smiled at Alexander and asked in a slightly joking tone, and then he raised his hand slightly, "If you are going to enter the city of Rome, maybe we will meet again soon, and hopefully we will not be as unpleasant as Palermo again." ”

With that, Fischer looked at Alexander again with a little meaning, and turned to walk towards the carriage behind him.

Alexander watched Ficher's back, and he noticed that when Fischer boarded the carriage with the help of the young man of the Ronalare family, a pair of very slender hands reached out of the carriage and helped the old man into the carriage.

Woman.

Alexander's thought flashed through her mind, she was sure that it should belong to a young woman's hand, but who would be the woman who would be so closely protected by these knights of the Ronalet family?

Especially at such times, when the coalition forces have blocked the way of the French defenders, it is also a little too strange that the people of the Ronalare family entered the city of Rome instead.

Looking at the slowly moving team, Nashan, who had been silent, suddenly said, "It seems that this business may not be easy to do." ”

"What?"

Alexander was stunned for a moment, and then he knew what Nashan was referring to, and he only listened to the old man talking like a robber about how to do a business without capital, and he always felt a little inexplicable in his heart.

"Do you know who those infantrymen are?" Nashan looked at the infantry in the ranks of the Ronalare family, his eyes narrowed slightly, like his daughter.

"Looks like a mercenary."

Alexander's expression was also slightly solemn, and he understood what Nashan meant.

He was impressed by the fortitude and strength of the soldiers, and although he did not fight, he had a hunch that these soldiers seemed to have been born to survive in battle.

"That's why it's not a good business," Nashan shook his head slightly, "those are Swiss." ”

Alexander looked at Nashan in amazement, and then turned his head to look at the soldiers who had caught his attention in the first place.

The Swiss, the most famous mercenaries of our time!