The two men quietly followed behind Schelle, staring at him from afar.

When he came out of Scheer, the two men paid attention to him, they knew that this man was a close confidant of the Duke of Rometesia, and now they saw that after he went out, he first looked left and right, and then walked along the street into the distance, and the two stalkers immediately looked at each other excitedly, and then followed.

Schell was careful, he was a farmer, but he was also a hunter, and the wild wolves that were everywhere in the Balkan mountains were a great threat to the sheep raised by the locals, and in the winter when there was a lack of food, the overly hungry wolves would attack the livestock and even people in the village.

So every winter, Sher would go up to the mountains with a few companions to hunt wolves, and they would poke the severed wolf heads on wooden sticks and place them outside the village, so as to deter other wolves.

So Schell knew when to hide his whereabouts and scent, and when to strike suddenly to deal a fatal blow to the vigilant beasts.

The streets of Saville are intricate, but for Schelle it's just another forest of bricks and wood.

Although he was not familiar with the city, Schell was a firm believer in the saying that "all roads lead to Rome", and as long as he saw the direction of Philip's Castle and determined the location of the Gwadar River, he believed that even if he walked haphazardly, he would always be on the right path.

So Schell began to play hide and seek in the streets and alleys with his stalkers, sometimes walking so fast that the stalkers had to trot after him, and sometimes he would suddenly break into a certain house, and then jump out of the window or back door and run to another street before the owner of the house could ask questions.

The two stalkers had to chase after them with exhaustion, because they didn't know when Shell would suddenly change direction, so they could only keep an eye on it, lest they lose someone if they were not careful.

Scheer once again walked through a lively street, and he was somewhat surprised by the crowds of locals on the street, and there were obviously far more Iberian half-breed descendants than in the Balkans, after all, centuries of alien rule could not have wiped out even the extreme Isabella and her personal priest, Thomas Tangomada.

Moreover, if it is more true, even the nobles dare not say that there is no foreign blood in their own family, and the long era of hundreds of years of fighting, compromise, peace and final victory with the Moors is enough to make the most confident in their pure blood dare not say so conclusively.

Scheer's Balkan appearance made him somewhat noticeable when he walked down the street, so although he tried to squeeze into the crowd and covered his head and face with a hood, the two stalkers were able to barely keep an eye on him and didn't let him run away.

A group of monks holding crosses held high met him from the opposite side, and Schell immediately quickened his pace, he lowered his head and allowed himself to squeeze into the crowd that made way for the monks, and when he saw the group behind him carrying a wooden frame symbolizing the altar of Monte Cristo, he saw the opportunity to squeeze sideways and break into the ranks of the monks.

Watching Xell deftly walk through the procession, the two men hurried to follow, but by this time the crowd carrying the Holy Torture Platform had already walked over, and seeing that Schell even glanced back at them when he even grabbed the crowd across the street again, the two people could only curse loudly and helplessly.

Schell made his way through the crowd into an alley, and it was only then that he was finally sure he had gotten rid of the stalkers.

"Shouldn't have noticed me yet?" Schell remembered the promise that the lord had sworn to him, and shook his head a little helplessly, it was obvious that the lord seemed to underestimate the Seville consul a little, if it wasn't for his cleverness, Schell didn't know how to get the letter to Don Bavi safely.

The main city of Seville is located in the U-shaped bay of the Gwadar River, and Castle Philip is on the opposite bank of the top of this U-shaped bay.

Schell walked along the somewhat sloping street, the stones under his feet a little slick from the wear and tear of the years, and when he stepped on one of the protruding pebbles, his boot-cuffed body was torn apart by a twist under his feet.

Schell had to crouch down to tie his boots tightly again, and just as he was crouching and looking behind him, a figure that suddenly flashed into the alley around the corner caught his attention.

Although the figure was fast, Schell was sure that the man was hiding from him, and judging from the figure of the person, it didn't seem to be the two people he had been watching as soon as he had just gone out.

Suddenly there were still people, Schell suddenly became vigilant, he knew that this was not his Balkan Mountains after all, this could even be said to be an enemy city, these people were obviously more familiar with the city than he was, and now he didn't know how many were watching him, which made Schell worried.

He gripped the heavy hilt of the saber in his waist hard, he was not afraid that these people would be unfavorable to him, but if he kept entangled, it was likely to delay the matter of the old man.

Schell stood up and walked forward as if nothing had happened, and as he reached the corner of the street, he suddenly flashed a few steps into the corner of the corner.

The person following behind him was obviously a little anxious, and he immediately ran to the corner, but just as he turned the corner, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in front of him!

Then the man fell to the ground with a grunt.

Schell smug at the stalker who was knocked unconscious by him with the hilt of his knife, squatted down and rummaged through the man's pocket, looking at a few silver coins in his hand, Schell shook his head helplessly and put it into his arms, then he put away the saber that was poked aside, turned around and walked away quickly in the direction of the river.

"Ran away?!"

Carolet stared at his helpless subordinates in front of him, and then looked at the three people standing behind him, he first clenched his fists hard, and then released his palms as if he was ruthless: "Can't you give me some good news, you must know that what I have always heard is how you are humiliated by others." ”

"My lord, that duke's subordinates are very powerful, and he has thrown off several of the people we sent." The subordinate said as if he was complaining.

"I can see that one of them has been robbed," Carolet said smugly, looking at the man with his pockets ripped open among the three behind him, "well, now tell me what other not-so-bad news has brought me besides your embarrassment." ”

"Good news," said the officer standing beside Carolet, pausing for a moment, before smiling and whispering, "that we are not the only ones we have sent out, and I can assure you that at least one of them has remained undetected." ”

Carolet's originally annoyed face instantly showed a smile, he raised his eyebrows as if to ask if this was true, seeing the official very steady toe bow and nod, Carolet immediately happily reached out and patted the shoulders of his hands, after feeling that this was not enough, he changed his hands to the shoulders under his hands and pressed hard.

"That's great, I knew you weren't going to let me down, now let me see what other tricks he can play, we all know that the Duke of Rometesia is in collusion with Don Bavi, and he himself doesn't even shy away from this, but we just can't find Don Bavi's people, now it's all up to you," Carolet said as she put her two fleshy palms together in the middle, holding her hands and shaking her face vigorously, "Do a good job, go find Don Bavi for me, and believe that my queen will give you the best reward for this." ”

The men who had been encouraged immediately became agitated, and their disorganized consul saluted and hurried out, though they had suffered a loss in following the Balkan, believing that as long as he was still wandering around the city, he would never escape.

Carolet and his men were not blindly confident, and Schell was indeed in some trouble at this time.

When leaving Alexander's residence, Schell was very confident that he could easily shake off the tails of the stalkers, and he was smooth along the way, but after he got rid of a few people, Schell suddenly discovered a very bad thing, that is, the stalkers seemed to have discovered something, and they were concentrating in the direction of the Gwadar River, especially after cleanly knocking out a person, Schell suddenly realized that even if he didn't go to Don Bavi, But if he continues like this, he may also let Carolé's people discover his intentions.

Obviously, if he kept trying to approach the banks of the Gwadar in this way, no matter how he went, they would soon realize that his purpose was to cross the river, and that there were not many places to hide on the other side of the Gwadar.

Schell reacted quickly, and though he didn't immediately turn around, he began to walk along other streets that were almost parallel to the riverbank, and sometimes he deliberately exposed his whereabouts so that those who had lost track could find him, so as not to arouse the suspicion of the Carolites.

"It's a chore." Schell began to complain, he felt that he was really not as easy as being by the side of the old man, and once again he had to deliberately let the people who were watching him find out, Schell simply found a comfortable stone and sat down.

The sky had gradually darkened, and looking at the few figures that flashed from time to time not far away, Schell knew that the most critical and dangerous moment was coming.

It was clear that the men had lost their patience, and after discovering that Sher didn't seem to have any intention of taking them to the person they were looking for, they had decided to find out the whereabouts of Don Bavi directly from him.

Schell pulled out the saber and carefully wiped it, this knife was given to him by Alexander after he became a guard officer, the blade is very heavy, and the straight sword commonly used by Europeans is different from the Ottoman like straight knives, the slight blade makes it more convenient to swing it to poke and slash the enemy, a large clasp handle can effectively protect the user's arm, and the flat counterweight mounted on the handle not only makes the saber get a good balance, but also a sharp weapon in close combat when fighting.

"It's a chore." Schell muttered again, then he stood up and swung his saber, shouting at the enemies who finally couldn't bear to surround him, "Come on, what are you waiting for?!" ”

The men seemed hesitant at first, but eventually stood out from their hidden corners.

They were all armed with weapons, and their eyes were full of excitement as they looked at Schel.

"Looks like we're not going to get along," Schell paused, and then he stepped forward and swung his saber at the men!

Alexander stood by the window and watched the setting sun in the distance, the rose-like sunlight cast a beautiful golden color over the room, and some of the pedestrians on the street were still in a hurry, but most of them walked home with a little tired footsteps, but their faces were full of warmth.

This scene made Alexander feel a little sad, and he was also a little homesick.

It's been almost half a year since he came out, and he hasn't even returned home for Christmas, and although he has been sending letters, he still inevitably misses the Château de Montina, the royal palace of Naples and the Palazzo Lucrezia in Pisa.

As for Bucharest, Alexander had another thought, Bucharest was too far away, and whenever he thought of Sophia being left alone, Alexander had the urge to take her away at all costs.

However, this impulse often comes and goes quickly, after all, it has come to this point, and as the goal gets closer and closer, the huge territory that Alexander has pieced together in his heart is also becoming a reality little by little.

Behind him, the door opened softly, and a vague but familiar sound of footsteps came from the doorway, until it came to a halt close to Alexander.

"Sir."

A familiar voice sounded, and a smile crossed Alexander's lips as he turned to look at the person standing not far behind him, waiting for him to speak.

"The road didn't go well, sir, but fortunately no one paid attention to me."

"yes, how could anyone notice you," Stress Mountain chuckled, "maybe somebody would notice you in other places, but you're more convenient here than anyone else." Alexander looked back out the window as he spoke, the sun had already set, and there was a faint gloom over the street, "It's time for Schell to come back, I think he's had a hard time." ”

After saying that, Alexander asked again, "Okay, tell me how Don Bavi replied to you." ”

"He promised the master, but he had one condition."

"Conditions?" Alexander frowned slightly, and at this time Don Bavi made a condition, which made him feel blackmailed, "What is he going to do?" ”

"He wants you to convince the Pope to support his marriage to Sister Alfurt," he said, seeing Alexander's brows twist together instantly, and a smile appeared on Ulliu's swarthy face, and then he continued, "Or there is another way, which is for you to marry that nun." ”

"Damn it."

Listening to Uliu's words, Alexander couldn't help but curse in a low voice.