Old Gurga was surrounded by a few gypsies, some of whom were not locals, but they all had a similar look on their faces, which was undisguised greed and mania.

Gurga had apparently seen Alexander and them as well, and his originally angry face showed surprise at first, and then he suddenly changed direction and rushed over.

Alexander immediately pulled Sophia behind him, and at the same time raised his sword at the rushing old Gurga.

"Gajer!" Old Gurga shouted, then raised his scimitar and slashed at Alexander.

When the first collision sounded, Alexander felt as if his arm had been violently electrified, he did not expect this old gypsy to have such strength, and for a moment the soreness on his arm made him almost unable to lift an arm.

"Gajer!"

Old Gurga shouted again, and with a slight cunning hand, he first poured the scimitar back and forth twice in his left and right hands, and then suddenly the tip of the knife stretched out flat and stabbed forward.

Alexander instinctively withdrew his arm and tried to block, but this action immediately put him in a crisis, and the scimitar in the old Gurga's hand took advantage of the situation to stab hard, and with a "touch", Alexander's sword was immediately flown out by his cunning grid.

Several women behind him screamed, not only because Alexander was in distress, but also because the people who were with old Gurga were attacking them, and the lady-in-waiting was being dragged into the corner by a man covered in alcohol, while the other greedily watched as the palace minister and her two children approached in their gorgeous clothes.

"Ahh

When Alexander's sword was fledged, Sophia let out a frightened cry, so frightened that she raised her crossbow without thinking, and with the sound of a sharp arrow tearing through the air, the crossbow arrow instantly slammed into the armpit of the old Gurga's raised right arm, and the arrow pierced through the back shoulder!

Old Gurga let out a terrible scream, and he turned and staggered towards Sophia, his eyes glowing with fire.

Sophia was frightened, and the leader's years of power made her forget to run away for a while, and just stood in place and looked at the old Gurga who was rushing over.

Alexander hugged Gurga's waist tightly from behind, he was so hard that he didn't even notice that the arrow from Gurga's back shoulder cut his neck, feeling Gurja's almost crazy attempt to hurt Sophia's irritability, Alexander roared desperately, and suddenly pushed his body upward, directly lifting Gurga's tall body off the ground, and then he moved his waist with all his strength, and the two of them fell the stone floor together!

A scream came from Gurga's mouth, and the crossbow arrow that had pierced his armpit was broken by the stone, and the broken body of the arrow twisted and ripped his wound, tearing a large gap.

Alexander was still pressed against Gurga, his neck bleeding, and the prismatic blade of the crossbow had cut a big wound in his neck.

"Bang!" A deafening sound of muskets suddenly rang out in the chaotic crowd, and a cloud of smoke lay between the palace minister and the gangster who was pressing on them, and then the man fell to the ground crookedly, a pool of blood spilling from the large black pieces of clothes on his chest.

At the same time as the man fell, Madame Gong Xiang raised her left hand almost without thinking, and in her left hand was another short musket that had been lit with an arquebus.

The arquebus made a soft "sizzle" sound from sparks, and everyone couldn't help but be frightened by this sudden change at this moment.

"Get out of the way!"

I don't know which one shouted, and the gangsters around immediately retreated to both sides, but they didn't run far, but stared at the musket in the hand of Mrs. Gong Xiang, which could burn to the head at any time and then spew out projectiles.

"Come here!" Madame Gong Xiang shouted to the people around her, and seeing Alexander struggling to pick up the sword on the ground and Sophia leaning over, she suddenly shoved the musket into Sophia's hand, and then pulled her child back and said, "Help us escape, I will repay you!" With that, she turned around and ran without looking back.

Sophia obviously didn't know what to do, she stared blankly at the burning musket in her hand, and at the moment when the last spark was hidden in the fire door, she suddenly raised the gun high to the sky.

"Bang~"

The loud gunfire rang out again, and the people around instinctively bent down to dodge, and when they realized that they were not the unlucky ones who had been hit, they saw that the two young men had already thrown away their muskets and ran towards the dark street in the distance.

"Stop chasing those people, go to the palace, that's where we want!" An old beggar in ragged clothes pulled his companion who was about to chase down, opened his mouth and looked at the open palace gate, and said greedily, "We're going to get rich, guys, we're going to get rich!" ”

The old beggar's words attracted the others, and there was so much madness that there was so much madness that the night was so great that more and more people had lost their minds, and the palace at this time represented not majesty and power, but a treasure trove of wealth open to them.

Even the gypsies who had followed Gurga could not resist the temptation, and they found Gurga, who was struggling and trembling on the ground, and set him up, and when they saw that the head man was still alive, they left two men to take care of him after a little discussion, and the others followed the crowd that was surging towards the palace.

"Sophia, where is the Gaj...... "Gurga groaned in pain, but he still refused to stop.

"They've fled, don't think about them anymore," a gypsy pressed a cloth against Gurga's wounds, "we need to find someone to show you your wounds, you're terrible." ”

"I won't let them go, I won't let them ......go," Gurga muttered indistinctly, and then slowly passed out.

Alexander dragged Sophia through the streets, his lips closed and his face gloomy, in fact he was angry with himself.

He was reflecting on himself, he had thought that the Duke of Orleans was difficult to deal with, but now he knew that not only the palace minister was not a fuel-efficient lamp, but even her daughter, who did not seem to be as old as Sophia, was not simple.

Only then did he understand why the palace minister was so generous and willing to return the short crossbow to Sophia, it turned out that she still had two muskets hidden in her hands, which could be called a great power in melee combat even in this era.

Alexander believed that if the two of them acted against her in the slightest, the palace minister would not hesitate to blow them in the head, as evidenced by her clean and straightforward killing of the person who tried to assault her.

What's even worse is that the lady actually stuffed the musket to Sophia before leaving, obviously in such a short time she had thought that Sophia should not react for a while, but as long as she took the gun, she would inevitably confront those people, and their mother and son took advantage of such a short opportunity to escape.

And I don't know if it was a delusion, but as they fled, Alexander seemed to see a smoking fire twist in the hand of the palace minister's daughter, and considering that the palace minister had been able to take out two muskets that had been lit in time for the twisted rope, he was almost certain that the girl was beside her to help her mother.

Thinking about this, Alexander couldn't help but sulk, he felt that he had really underestimated the people of this era before, or was too self-righteous to think that he was blindly arrogant based on the years of experience he had.

The people of this era are not so simple, the Duke of Orleans is like this, even a woman like the palace minister and her daughter.

There was a dark alley in front of him, Alexander pulled Sophia and ran inside, at this time the street was too dangerous, he had seen several groups of people along the way smashing some of the houses that seemed to be rich, and some places in the distance were already on fire, and the riot that had only occurred in the palace was spreading to the whole city, and the only way to find a safe place was to find a safe place as soon as possible.

Sophia couldn't stop panting, she was already very tired from running, although her body was very strong, but the clothes on her body made it difficult for her to walk, she still clung to the short crossbow, it may have been a weapon for Alexander, but for Sophia it was his love.

It wasn't until he hid in the alley that Alexander caught his breath when he heard the sound of footsteps coming from far and near the street, and he looked out of the darkness and saw armor and weapons shining in the moonlight, and he knew that it was the soldiers of Aragon who were on their way to support the palace.

Originally, with the number of troops and palace guards in Palermo City, this kind of thing should not have happened to let a mob break into the palace and kill the palace minister, but the terrible scene that happened during the torch ceremony was really unexpected, even the soldiers in the square at that time were frightened by that scene, not to mention that there were so many Palermo people gathered in the square, and it was not at all that those guards could stop it.

"Let's get out of here quickly," Alexander said to Sofia, who was still panting, "maybe we'll have to get out of Sicily, or at least Palermo as soon as possible, it's going to get even more chaotic here." ”

As he said he dragged Sophia down the alley to the other side of the exit, and he remembered very well that he only had to cross the street in front of him near the cathedral to reach the tailor's shop.

Hiding in a tailor's shop for the night, and then leaving Palermo with Sofia, Alexander intended.

I don't know what happened to Osborne, but the two of them had just walked to the mouth of the alley when this thought flashed through his mind, and then they happened to meet the three of them head-on.

The darkness in the alley made the other party unable to see clearly for a while, but Alexander could see clearly the face of the person in the middle who was surrounded by two people!

"Monsieur Ficher!"

Alexander blurted out as he heard one of the other two shouting, "Tuer! ”

As soon as Alexander vaguely remembered that it was French, the snow flashed, and the two people opposite him drew their swords one after another!

Alexander instinctively stepped forward to block Sophia, but suddenly he heard a pop sound in the darkness, and then the person slightly in front of him had fallen to the ground.

The other man was obviously frightened by this sudden change, and before he could draw his sword, Sophia had already thrown her arm with all her might, and with a scream, the man had already fallen to the ground with his neck clutched!

Fischer took two steps back in fear, but before he could turn around, Alexander had already rushed over and put his sword across Ficher's neck.

"I didn't expect to see you here, my lord," Alexander said, staring at Ficher's face that was once full of wisdom but could not hide the fear in it, "everything that happened tonight was planned by you and your master. ”

Fischer took a breath, and in a short moment he had calmed down, and looked at Alexander and smiled: "Young man, who are you going to hand me over, Priest Alfonso or Lord Palace?" ”

"Lord Miya-sama is dead," Alexander shook his head, "I don't want to get involved in your affairs, but I'm worried that your master won't let me go tonight." ”

"You're too self-righteous," Fiche seemed a little annoyed, "you're just a little guy and don't know who he is, that's why you think he's not going to let you go." ”

Alexander pouted to himself, and was just about to speak, when a voice from far and near caught his attention, and he looked up into the distance of the street.

A group of people were running towards them from the direction leading to the cathedral, and although they were far away, they could still faintly smell the terrible smell of blood on their bodies.

"Damn it!"

Alexander cursed angrily, completely instinctively, he had already guessed who those people were!

But to Alexander's surprise, when the men approached, he saw a man among them who he didn't think would show up.

"Teacher."

As soon as the Duke of Orleans shouted from afar, he was blocked by the two people beside him, and more than a dozen people on the opposite side showed their weapons!

"Don't move, or I'll kill him!" Alexander immediately put the sword that had been laid down on Ficher's neck, and Sophia next to him also raised the short crossbow, but no one noticed in the darkness that there were no arrows on the empty crossbow trough.

"You are so daring, Greek," the Duke of Orleans pushed away the guard in front of him and took a step forward, "do you know who you are kidnapping, and do you know who you are threatening?" ”

"Of course, honorable Duke of Orleans!" Alexander exclaimed, "If you don't want your valued teacher to be killed, just rush over, but I can't guarantee that my wife will offend His Royal Highness the Duke, you should remember that she is very good at throwing knives." ”

A hint of anger flashed in Orleans' eyes, but before he could speak, a louder voice came from the street behind him.

Someone is chasing after you!

"Let go!" Orleans yelled "Get out of the way!" ”

Just as Orleans shouted, Alexander pushed Fischer forward, and he quickly pulled Sophia out of the way.

"Don't do anything stupid!" Orleans commanded his men as he strode forward and hugged Ficher, "Let's get out of here!" ”

Almost passing by, Orleans didn't look at Alexander, and left quickly!

Behind him, Alexander saw the bald mercenary and his blind companions clad in gold and silver.

Looking back again, looking at the back of the duke leading people away, a drop of cold sweat slowly trickled down Alexander's head.

Judge the situation, clean and neat, a good Duke of Orleans, a good Louis XII!