Uliu gasped, feeling his heart popping out of his throat from the tension.

He was so familiar with the language that the nightmares who often woke him up in the middle of the night kept whispering it in his ear, and whenever he remembered those terrible scenes, Ulliu would wake up from the nightmares in fear and never fall back asleep.

The terrible memories were so deep that even in Rome, far from the East, when he heard that familiar language again, Ulliu was so frightened that he covered his mouth with his hands in fear, lest he make a little noise out of panic.

"Are they all dead?" A thick-sounding voice asked.

"Yes, Coubal," one of those men hastened to reply, "all are dead, and now what shall we do?" ”

"Get out of here, and throw all these bodies into the river." The man known as Cobal carefully looked among the slain, and after making sure that the men who were following Pelotto Cadherón were indeed breathless, he ordered his men to push a few corpses into the river, "The Tiber in Rome is the best place to dispose of corpses." ”

The man said something that was not funny, even creepy, and ran quickly into the grass with his men.

In a short moment, the riverside became calm, and no one knew that there had been a terrible attack that had cost several lives.

The bank of the river was quiet, but Uliu did not move, and although he had let go of his hand covering his mouth, he still tried not to make a sound, and he lay quietly on his stomach.

After a while, just as Uliu, who felt at last safe and was about to rise from behind the hidden stones, the faint sound of footsteps on the grass suddenly reached his ears.

Ulliu immediately leaned down, lying almost entirely on the ground, with his ears pressed to the stones and listening to the sound of the shore.

It was the same language that made him tremble when he heard it.

"It seems that no one is following them, so let's go back and report to Kaubal."

"Well, Kaubal was a little too careful, who would have thought we'd be following these guys."

As the two whispered voices grew farther and farther away, the riverbank fell silent again, and after a while, when it was certain that those who had stayed behind to keep watch were indeed gone, Ulliu cautiously came out from behind the stones.

He quickly ran to the river and looked at the few traces of blood left between the gravel on the riverbank, leaving no trace, and as the tide of the river rose in the evening, these bloodstains would soon be washed away, and by that time there would really be no trace to follow.

The Tiber River in Rome is the best place to dispose of corpses. The implicit meaning of this sentence made Uliu's heart beat wildly.

The bodies of Giovanni and his entourage had been found in the Tiber River, and the thought of this Ulliu felt a little dry in his throat, and he wanted to lie down and take a few sips of the water, but thinking of the corpses thrown into the river, he couldn't help but do it.

Peloto Cadron was long gone, but Ulliu felt that he had done nothing wrong this time, and it was clear that Peloto Cadron knew or was involved in something, no matter who appeared in the future, just keep an eye on the pope's retinue.

Ulliu hurried out of the riverbank, and he had to tell his master what he saw.

Just the thought of the conversation he had just heard made Ulliu feel an indescribable fear.

The fear of the past made him feel that the master might really be in big trouble this time.

Ulliu's guess was right, and when Alexander heard the Moorish report, Alexander immediately realized that things were not simple.

"You mean the people who came out of nowhere and killed the man who followed Pelotto Caderon, speaking the language of your homeland?"

Alexander looked at the breathless Ulliu in front of him in a daze, if he really couldn't think of any reason to deceive him, he might think that Ulliu was lying.

But now it seemed that the Moors were frightened, and his otherwise clever eyes looked nervous and flustered, and when Alexander handed him water to calm him down, his hands trembled and the water in the cup spilled on the ground.

"I'm sorry sir, I'll clean up," Ulliu said as he gulped the water out of his glass, and then he grasped the cup with both hands as if holding the wood floating on the water, "Sir, I think we're in big trouble, these are warriors, I can feel it, they don't hesitate to kill at all, and they seem to mention Giovanni......"

"Giovanni mentioned?" Hearing this, Alexander's heart couldn't help but skip a beat: "What did they say?" ”

"I think they didn't really mention the man," Ullius hastened to explain, "but the man said something like 'The Tiber in Rome is the best place to dispose of corpses,' and I think you can see what he meant." ”

Alexander nodded silently, he knew what Ulliu was referring to.

It is true that many people died in the Tiber, but for the Romans today, the most famous is Giovanni Borgia.

At this time, I suddenly heard someone say such a sentence, which naturally made people associate Giovanni's death.

"Kaubal?" Alexander suddenly remembered that Ulliu had just mentioned the name: "Do you know this man? ”

"Sir, Kaubal is not a name," Ulliu said with a complicated look on his face, "They are the positions in the Sultan's army, just like the captains of your army, but only the captains of the noble vizier's own soldiers will be called Kaubal." ”

"Captain of the vizier's side?"

Alexander looked thoughtful.

Now there is an emissary from the Ottoman Empire in the city of Rome, and his identity is also a noble Ottoman vizier.

Thinking of this, Alexander couldn't help but feel the need to pay a visit to the Sultan's envoy, who had fascinated the Romans.

The house of Ashulk is now almost one of the liveliest places in the city of Rome.

Although Giovanni's death was so unexpected that some people in the city were panicked for a while, as time went on, people gradually moved on from the accident.

To the surprise of many people, Alexander, who was appointed commander of the Roman city defenses, did not cause a bloody storm in Rome as they imagined, perhaps because Giovanni's death was too strange, and many people gradually understood that perhaps the reason why Alexander VI made the post of city defense commander of the city was not so much to find the murderer to avenge his son, but to let this outsider from Naples or Sicily find a step for this murder where everyone could step down.

So after figuring this out, the Romans became relaxed.

They had already guessed that the Pope obviously wanted the matter to end with dignity, and even though everyone thought that Caesar or Jeffrey might be the despicable murderer, they believed that the end result would be similar to what everyone had guessed.

Find a so-called murderer, or become an unsolved case forever, but whatever the outcome, it is believed that Cambrai will not please the Pope.

The Romans, who thought so, gradually recovered from their anxiety, and they began to fall into a drunken dream and death revelry, and the house of Ashulk became the most coveted place for the Roman aristocracy.

Extravagant carpets, huge dressing mirrors inlaid with pearls and large pieces of precious scallops, delicate tea sets carved with intricate patterns on almost every inch of the table, and crystal hookah bottles that surprised the Romans, all of these things make Ashulk's home mysterious, noble and exotic.

When Alexander visited, a great banquet was taking place in the house of the Ottoman envoy.

And the Roman nobles were gathered around the Ottomans, listening to him tell interesting stories about foreign lands.

And at this moment, a richly dressed lady stood in front of the Ottomans and asked in a slightly provocative and slightly seductive tone: "Excuse me, do you think Rome is better, or is your country better?" ”

This question made the surroundings silent, and the people slowly gathered around and looked at the Ottoman envoy.

Obviously, this is not an easy question to answer, and the slightest mistake can put the answerer in a dilemma.

A smile appeared on Ashulk's face, and he looked seriously at the good-looking woman in front of him and said:

"Madam, I have to say that you are beautiful, if it were in my country, a treasure like you would only be stored in a deep mansion compound to be admired by a man, and anyone who wanted to watch on you would be ruthlessly killed by her husband. And here, I can talk to you very casually and even have the opportunity to interact with you more intimately, so I think Rome is a really good place to be. ”

Ashulk's words caused a burst of laughter all around, and the men looked at the women beside them with ambiguous eyes, while the women stared at the mysterious nobleman from the East with hot eyes.

"However," Ashulk's expression froze slightly, his gaze swept over the crowd in front of him, and his eyes gradually became cold, "my country has the greatest palaces that Vienna, Rome, Prague, and Paris do not have, they are miracles built from the time of the Eastern Roman Empire, the most magnificent and vast project you can imagine, and this palace is in the heart of the empire, in Istanbul, and this city is the most precious treasure in the world inherited from the Eastern Roman Empire by Mehmed Sultan. ”

Ashulk's voice was not loud, and when he spoke, the servants around him had already stopped playing the instrument they were playing, so many people heard his words.

The expressions on many people's faces slowly changed, and the woman in front of him had a slight ** look on her face, and when she made eye contact with Ashulk, she even panicked a little.

Just then, a voice was heard from behind the crowd:

"I beg your pardon, I need to correct your mistakes."

People looked at each other, and when they saw Alexander standing not far away, many people couldn't help but show surprise and surprise.

They didn't know how Alexander had suddenly appeared here, and although they had heard that Ashulk had visited Marino Palace, who had not visited him?

For Alexander, the Romans were somewhat wary and distant.

This is because he is now tracking down about Giovanni's death, and many people can't help but feel vaguely uneasy when they see him suddenly appear.

"You say that the city is called Constantinople," Alexander said through the crowd to Ashulk, "it belongs to the Eastern Roman Empire, the Roman Empire that has been destroyed, and your sultan has taken that city with his sword and cannon, not inherited as you say." ”

Ashulk looked at Alexander with a smile on his face, he didn't seem to be angry at the refuge.

"You may be right, but where is the empire you're talking about now?" The Ottomans smiled and asked, "Sultan Muhammad, the greatest conqueror in the world, who made an empire that lasted for thousands of years bow before him." And his son, the equally great Sultan of Bayezid, made the empire even stronger. Again, the successor of the Sultan of Bayezid will keep this power going. ”

Ashulk's sharp gaze fixed on Alexander's face, he didn't know who the young man who suddenly appeared was, but he had a feeling that this person didn't seem to be retorting just because of his words.

He seems to have come for himself.

Alexander and Ashulk looked at each other, and what he saw in the Ottoman gaze was absolute confidence and a vision for the future, and it was clear that the man really believed everything he said.

And Alexander knew that this Ottoman was not wrong.

When the Europeans were helpless against the menacing Ottomans, they did not know that the real threat from the east had not yet arrived.

Today, Bayezid II will spend the next dozen years on a relentless assault on Europe, from Greece to Modivia, from Belgrade to Prague, and the Ottomans will continue to push their frontiers into the distance.

In less than 30 years, the Ottoman Empire will have a terrifying and wise monarch named Suleiman II.

Under his command, the Ottoman armies would move from Greece and Bohemia into the heart of Europe, across the conquered Balkans, and then march towards Vienna!

Before and after Suleiman, the sultans of the Ottoman Empire will also show their wisdom and wisdom, and make Europeans tremble in fear before their battle flags again and again.

Alexander could feel the strong confidence in Ashulk's determined gaze in front of him, and he knew that what he said was true.

Ten generations of Ming lords, this is the name of the early Ottoman sultans in history.

Muffled wheezing sounded all around, and people looked at Ashulk's expression changing slightly.

From the moment he arrived in Rome, this Ottoman envoy came across as mysterious, luxurious, wealthy, generous, and knowledgeable.

Even when he presented his strongly-worded credentials from Bayezid II to the Vatican, many people saw him as a messenger, and the Romans preferred to believe that he was an aristocrat like them.

But now, after hearing his words, the Romans finally realized that this man was an Ottoman, a pagan emissary who had come with an aggressive purpose and a mission to force the Holy See to accept conditions.

He brought with him, in addition to the dazzling riches, the terrible declaration of war of the Ottoman Sultan.

"Forgive me, I don't know which one you are." Ashulk looked at Alexander with a slightly puzzled look.

"Alexandre Giulian Gombray." Alexander nodded.

"Lord of Agri, Count Montina?" Ashulk looked a little surprised.

The Ottoman looked at Alexander curiously, then he suddenly smiled and waved at one of his retinues.

"Go and get Lady Olgara here," Ashulk commanded, and then said to Alexander with a smile, "I think if we have a mutual friend among us, we will have a good conversation." ”

The attendant answered and turned to leave.

Behind Alexander, Ulliu, hearing the tone of the attendant's response in his own language, couldn't help but turn pale with fright.