The rugged coast of Sicily had faded below the horizon, and the beautiful island had now blended with the darkening sky to the south, and had become a thin line hidden under the blue and red.

The wind was blowing at sea, and the real cold wind whipped up the gradually increasing waves and beat the boats, and the huge Clark ship swayed with a dull "squeak" sound.

Alexander stood on the deck and looked at the ship with interest, although he had come to this era from the sea, but he had not yet had the opportunity to really see this huge sea lord representing the pinnacle of navigation in this era, looking at the bow sail that was erected like a tent and the bulging triangular sail, Alexander could not help but admire the superb skills of the people of this era, Especially when he saw the many oars that stretched out from both sides of the ship like the long legs of centipedes, swinging back and forth in unison under the command of the whistle, smashing waves on the surface of the sea, and feeling the hull of the ship leap forward with the undulation of the waves, Alexander could not help but feel a wonderful feeling rise in his heart, as if at this moment even the moody ocean had nothing to fear.

Then he saw a face that was originally black and bright, but now it had become a little yellow and awkward.

Uliu was seasick.

Obviously, the Moorish youth, who thought he knew the most rules, and had some kind of romantic ideas that Alexander did not quite understand, was a landlubber, and according to him, the Moors might find the most precious drop of water in the desert and the Gobi, but they could not stand a drop of water at sea.

Despite this, Ulius seemed to try to maintain his dignity as a proper servant, and he tried to stand as straight as he could, but even if the ship did not shake, the Moorish body began to rock on its own, and then he staggered to the side of the ship with a pale face and cold hands and feet, leaned out and vomited at the sea.

Alexander reluctantly walked over and slapped the servant on the back, which made Ulliu vomit even more vividly.

Alexander was glad to find that he was not seasick, but he had to take care of two seasick people, which was also a little too busy.

Uliuu was throwing up, and Sophia was simply lying on a pile of cargo in the semi-submersible cabin, unable to move.

Sophia's face had turned blue since she stepped onto the deck of the ship, and when the ship left the anchorage and began to sail on the calm sea, Sophia simply nestled in a corner and refused to move.

Now she was even more pale and half-asleep, and the large pile of soft silk fabrics under her did not make her feel much better, but she felt the shaking of the whole boat and the "squeaky" squeezing sound of the plank, and she was already so uncomfortable that she wanted to cry.

Alexander came over with a bowl of water, but Sophia looked at the water streaks wandering in the bowl, and a turn of heart made her face even more ugly, she turned her head and didn't want Alexander to see her like this, but the slightest movement made her feel dizzy and painful, so that she could only let out a painful snort.

"Okay, drink some water." Seeing that the girl, who had always been in good spirits, looked sick and anxious at this time, Alexander couldn't help it, so he took out some mints and put them on Sophia's lips, which was given to him by a businessman who often went out on the same boat.

The cool feeling made Sophia seem better, she smiled reluctantly, and then quickly inhaled hard so that she would not feel uncomfortable again.

"It should be soon, we will be able to go ashore soon," Alexander reassured Sophia, "and then I'll take you to the places I've told you, and now close your eyes and get some sleep, it's uncomfortable to keep staring at the top of your head." ”

Sophia nodded weakly, and then closed her eyes and tried to let herself sleep, just looking at her shaky eyelids, obviously still uncomfortable.

As the night wore on, Alexander leaned against the pile and closed his eyes.

How is Sicily doing now? He pondered.

Alexander can't help but admit that Camus is an old slippery man, after all, if a person lives to be 80 years old, then what he has experienced is enough for young people to learn well.

Obviously, this time everyone was calculated by this old man.

Whether it was the Lady of the Palace, Bochum, Osborne, or Alexander, none of these men could stand up to the noble council alone.

Madame Mistress had many years of influence in aristocratic circles, but she was an Aragonese native.

Bochum had an army and a group of mercenaries of his own, but he had no support from the Palermons.

Osborne, a sleek man who had a relationship with almost everyone in Palermo, was just a tailor.

Alexander, on the other hand, after the bloody night, was grateful to the bishops and many of the Palermo people who had been departed at that time, but he was young and lacking support.

None of these people alone pose a threat to the Council of Nobles, but what if these people join forces?

A noble lady of Aragon, a captain of the mercenaries who commanded the city's defenses, a court tailor who had extensive contacts with all classes of Palermo, and a young Greek who had already served beside Alfonso and who had attracted the attention of the bishops.

Once such a few people get together, what kind of changes will be made is not something that anyone can imagine.

Or maybe other people hadn't thought of it yet, but Alexander felt that Camus must have thought of it.

The old man was not easy to deal with, Alexander had felt it from the beginning, but he still did not guess that Camus would be so immediate.

Perhaps even when they were only secretly in contact without revealing any ambitions, and without even realizing it, Camus was probably considering this possibility.

But even when I think about it, I have all kinds of scruples about taking action against them.

So persimmons are looking for soft pinching? Thinking of this, the corners of Alexander's mouth twitched slightly.

He glanced at Camus's eyes, but to the Council of Nobles, Alexander felt that he had been somewhat exalted before.

Thinking about the fact that even at this time when the supreme power in Sicily has been grasped, the noble council can only take his weakest link first among the few people who think it is a threat, which shows that the status of the council is not optimistic.

Thinking about it again, perhaps in half a year or a few months, Aragorn might send another court minister, and then the situation of the noble council would definitely be even more awkward.

At that time, even if the council is not dissolved, with the arrival of the new palace minister, Camus's life should not be easy.

Or maybe it is because of these things that the parliament is eager to try to take advantage of the period when the palace minister is suspended to restrain power, and it is precisely because of this that they must be eliminated as soon as possible.

What will they do next to the palace minister's wife and Bochum? Alexander thought for a moment.

I can't help but admit that it is precisely because he is the weakest link among these people that he will be kicked away so simply and directly, and as for the other people, it is not so easy to deal with.

This is irritating but true, and Alexander is well aware that he does not carry enough weight in the eyes of others.

At least in the eyes of the Council, he can be at his mercy without scruples.

"Then let's see what happens next, don't let me down," Alexander moved and lay down more comfortably, "and then the new palace minister arrived, and Sicily was about to be lively. ”

It seemed that it was right to leave Sicily at this time, and Alexander told himself this with the understanding that it was all just an excuse.

Everything comes from strength, and this is the undoubted reality, especially in such an era.

Sophia next to her let out a low murmur, Alexander gently put the rest of the mints on her lips, watching her slowly take the candy into her mouth, Alexander smiled slightly and continued to lie down.

It was already deep in the night, except for the occasional sound of people walking on the deck overhead, and the sound of snoring coming from next door.

The boat can hold a lot more than you think, so you can get several cabins just by separating them with partitions.

Alexander's treatment was not bad, and he and Sophia were given a compartment like this, which was so full of goods that they had to use stacks of goods as beds, but it was much better than if the others were crammed together.

Someone was walking overhead, and Alexander knew it was a night sailor on patrol.

Even on the northern side of the Mediterranean, pirates from North Africa were still rampant, and sometimes even some daring pirates would not only loot large fleets, but even attack cities on the European side of the Mediterranean.

Fortunately, it is not very far from Sicily to Naples, and it only takes two daylights to get there.

There was a rattling sound from the next door, and then a foul smell spread through the cabin, and Alexander frowned, and he leaned to the side, just then he heard someone knocking on the hatch overhead.

Alexander immediately grabbed the sword next to him, and at the same time gently pushed Sophia awake, and then he took two steps up the wooden ladder and asked in a low voice, "Who is it?" ”

"It's my master." Uliu's voice came, and his voice was low, as if he was afraid of alarming someone.

Ulliu was placed in the back compartment with the luggage.

Alexander leaned against the hatch and listened carefully, but there was nothing else to be heard outside except for the slightly nervous wheezing of Ulliu, who gently removed the wooden bolt, then opened the door slightly, and then opened it suddenly.

Ulliu appeared in front of him with a nervous face.

Alexander dragged him out of the cabin and closed the hatch.

"Something's not right, sir," said Ulliu, who could keep his voice as low as he could, and whispered to the other side of the partition, "I saw a few people who seemed to be discussing something while I was sleeping in the back barn, and then I saw someone handing them weapons. ”

"What's going on?"

Alexander's heart jumped, many merchant ships in this era were actually part-time pirates, and even some merchants were pirates themselves.

As for the fact that some sailors on the ship may become greedy and mutiniate because they see the value of the goods being transported, it is even more commonplace.

"Master, what shall we do?" Ulius asked anxiously, he didn't have any weapons with him, and looking at Alexander's sword, he looked around for someone to take advantage of.

The bad news brought by Ulliu made Alexander's head blow up a little, if this was on the shore, there was still a chance to escape, but in this vast sea, how could he escape?

Although he had no experience, Alexander knew very well that if those people really wanted to rob them, they would never leave a single one alive, because many people's homes were on the shore, and if he let the passengers on his ship leave alive, what would await them was the gallows.

Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps coming from the stern of the ship, and Uliu's black face turned white for a moment.

"Block the goods at the door!" Alexander didn't have time to think of anything else, he walked over to the partition and slapped the plank hard.

"What are you doing, don't you let people sleep in the middle of the night?"

An angry voice came from next door, followed by curses from the other awakened people.

"Hurry up! The crew mutinied! ”

Alexander shouted loudly in desperation, and his words made the curses next door stop, but before the people over there could react, with a huge crashing sound, the hatch next door had been knocked open from the outside!

Then there was the sound of knives and axes and screams one after another!

"Block the door and the board!"

Alexander let out a low roar, struggling to push a wooden box next to him towards the partition.

At the same time, Ulliu and Sophia had already struggled to roll a heavy barrel in front of the sloping hatch, and just a little distance from the door, the hatch had been slammed open, and a scimitar could not stop slashing into the gap between the door and the barrel!

At the same time, a voice that surprised Alexander came from outside the door: "Hurry up and open the door, little sheep, old Jonini can't wait." ”