The old man, who was called Daddy Buhidart, stared keenly at Krion standing in the middle of the room, his eyes kept flickering, but his gaze on Kryan never left.

"Daddy Bushdart, it seems that you are really down now, shouldn't you treat your old friend to a drink, even if you can only take out this inferior goods that have been mixed with water." Krion said as he ignored the stares next to him, slowly walked to the table, sat down, picked up the cup on the table, looked at it, and then drank the remaining half of the wine in one gulp.

"I'd rather have a good bottle of wine on your tombstone," said Daddy Bushdart, who sat down slowly, first waved to the people next to him and drove them into another room, then swept his gaze back at Crion's face, and then leaned forward a little and asked in a slightly complaining tone, "Why do you want to come back, you must know that since you escaped, many people have been unlucky because of you, and your wife has suffered a lot because you have been in prison, and then that Florencesa came and ordered her to be hanged." , just found a random tree on the street not far from here. ”

Cleion listened silently, his fingers fiddling with the glass in his hand, his eyes never taking his eyes off the inferior glass.

After a while, he finally broke the silence: "She, did she say anything before she died?" ”

Daddy Bushdat looked deeply at Kryan and shook his head: "No, no one was able to meet her at that time, but I heard that she suffered a lot in it, and they tortured her to know about you, but she is a woman who knows something, but they don't believe it, so her life will be sad, speaking of death may be a relief for her, you must know that people were a little frightened when they saw her during the execution, she was tortured inhumanly, speaking of which, it was all made by you." ”

Daddy Bushdat took a sip of his wine glass as he spoke, leaned back and hugged his arms together, looking at Clarion indifferently.

"Perhaps, I did lie to them, but I can't help it," Clarion shrugged and picked up the jug next to him and filled it for himself, "We both know I can't tell them the truth, after all, what I did could cost me my life at any time." ”

"But now it's your wife who lost her life, but you survived." The old man Buhidat pointed at Clarion unceremoniously, "You should have known that this would be the case." ”

"I need an identity, you know that the first thing a normal businessman wants to do if he has a little savings is to marry a wife and have children, and if I don't, maybe the parish priest will target me, and he will think I'm weird, and it's not good for me."

Old man Bushidat nodded, he knew that Kryan was right, but he still waved his hand a little annoyed: "But tell me what big trouble you have caused us when you come back this time." ”

Cleion glanced at the closed door that led to the other room, and leaned forward to signal Old Man Bushdat to come closer.

"I heard you're going to save that Count Mordillo, right?"

Hearing Clarion's words, the old man's expression changed instantly, and the Lenio short knife in his hand, which had always seemed to be playing with unintentionally, slammed into it, and the sharp blade slashed through a bright light towards Clarion's throat!

But the old man's hand was grabbed by Cryan, the tip of the knife kept shaking not far from his throat, the blade was forced to turn to the table, as Clarion suddenly freed up a hand and smashed the end of the handle hard, there was a soft "bang", and the short knife was nailed to the table again.

"That's enough." Crean shouted, "Listen, I'm not your enemy, I'm not here to do your good. ”

"And what do you want to do?" The old man gasped and asked, staring warily at Cleion, as if to tell from his face whether he was telling the truth.

"Actually, I'm here to help you," said Clarion, and when he saw the old man's eyes glaring at once, he waved his hand and continued, "You know that I fled after the bloody night, but in the meantime I have found a new business, and now there are people who want to rescue the Earl. ”

The old man looked at Krion suspiciously, he obviously didn't believe Kryan's words, but he didn't know how to send him away for a while.

Although he never knew who he worked for, the old man who was ruthless to this man was very clear.

Just thinking that he can abandon his wife and children and run away alone without caring at all, the old man feels that there is probably nothing in this world that can make his heart soft.

"We don't know what to do," the old man thought for a moment, but then recounted the predicament, "you probably already know that everything has changed since that Flomenza came, not only did he levy heavy taxes but also intimidated everyone with cruel punishments, and now no one dared to speak openly against him, and people were even careful to speak to their neighbors, for no one knew if it would be heard by the spies sent by the governor. ”

Seeing that Kryan seemed indifferent, the old man had to continue a little helplessly: "The Brotherhood has been closed to each other for a long time, and you must know that I want to rescue the Earl because someone is willing to spend a lot of money. ”

"Who?" Clarion seemed to be suddenly interested in this.

"Krian, you know the rules, the Brotherhood never reveals what you shouldn't say." The old man shook his head and looked like he didn't want to know anything from me, "You were an important figure in the Palermo Brotherhood until you incited everyone to attack the palace, but then we found out that you had suddenly run away, not only did you leave behind your wife and children, but you also taught the guards who went to capture you a hard lesson before leaving, according to one of the guards who took you for your arrest, he had never seen a guy as good as you, but before that we didn't even know that you were so good at using a sword." ”

At this point, the old man leaned forward and looked at the man in front of him, whom he had known for a long time and was originally inconspicuous in the Sicilian Brotherhood, with the eyes of a stranger: "Tell me who you really are?" ”

"Krion, the grocer you used to know." Kryan smiled unmoved, his ordinary face had the usual smile of a typical petty trader, if he saw this face in the market, no one would go out of his way to look at it a second time, but now in the eyes of the old man Bushdart, there was something hidden under this smile that made him uneasy.

"Believe me, my purpose is the same as yours, even if there are some differences, it has nothing to do with you, you just need to do your own thing." Speaking of this, Crion continued, "Now, tell me if you can get the count out." ”

Hearing Clarion's question, a trace of embarrassment flashed on the old man's face.

"Looks like you're in trouble." Cleion nodded approvingly.

"The palace is so heavily guarded that Flomenza probably knows that the whole of Sicily is hating him, so not only is his guard several times more than in the time of Gomez, but he also has very strict rules for entering and exiting, and it is almost impossible to enter the palace."

Cleion nodded slightly, saying that although he still had some eyes and ears in Sicily, these brotherhoods were the real well-informed people throughout Sicily, and these secret societies formed by low-class peasants and city townspeople in the early years had evolved over the centuries to become a unique kind of organization in Sicily, and this kind of secret society, which had never existed in Italy or elsewhere, would become the underground rulers of Sicily for a time, and even now, they have a lot of power.

Crean joined the Sicilian Brotherhood in order to use the secret society for his own ends, and even in the Brotherhood he was so inconspicuous that, as Old Man Bushidat said, when he fled from his captors in unexpected ways, both his enemies and the Sicilian Brotherhood were frightened by his sudden astonishing behavior.

With the arrest of Clarion's wife and the subsequent revelations about her interrogation, it became apparent that this person seemed to have appeared in front of everyone out of nowhere, and no one knew anything about his past, let alone who he was associating with.

Now seeing that Krion seemed to be in deep thought, the old man Bushdat couldn't help but quietly look at the closed door next to him, he didn't trust Kryan, after the bloody night, there were not many people who could be trusted by others.

"Maybe I can help you," Krion startled the old man when he suddenly spoke, and he immediately withdrew his eyes to look at Krion, and then he happened to meet the strange gaze of Krion who seemed to remember something, "Didn't the people who hired you tell you that there is any special way to enter the palace?" ”

"How is it possible," said the old man, a little inexplicably, "to know that if there is such a way, maybe the other party will not need to look for us at all, you must know that they have paid a lot of money." ”

Clion let out an unexpected and slightly disappointed "oh", originally he thought that it was the Brotherhood hired by Alexander to rescue Count Mordillo, but when he heard that the other party did not tell the Brotherhood about the secret passage from the catacombs to the palace, Cleion couldn't help but wonder who would risk spending a lot of money to rescue Count Mordilo at this time.

He didn't really care about that, though, as he told the old man, that he and the Brotherhood had the same purpose.

He also needed to get that count of Mordilo out of the palace.

"Let's hurry up, Fromnza is a ruthless man, and if we delay any longer, I don't know if the Count will be able to hold on," the old man was a little anxious, he would agree to do this, of course, because he took the other party's money, but there were other reasons, "Maybe we will have to find some help." ”

"Are you ready to storm the palace?" Cleion sneered, and after filling their glasses, he raised his glass and gestured, "Okay, I'll leave this matter to me, so you'll have to cooperate with me if you want to rescue the earl, and now let's make a toast to this business." ”

Although the old man was reluctant, he groaned a little, but he still picked up the wine glass and touched it lightly with Cleion.

"Trust me, we'll be able to get this done soon." Crian smiled and drank it all.

Count Mordillo, who was thought by the old man Bushedat might not be able to hold on, was actually quite passable.

The biggest benefit of being moved from the dungeon to the upper room is the abundance of sunlight, and the Mediterranean sea breeze in Palermo is refreshing and pleasant during this season, compared to the already cooler continent, Sicily is about the most comfortable day this season.

The Count of Mordiglo's room was arranged on an elevated place, and although he could see the strait in the distance from the window, it was impossible to escape from it.

The furnishings of the room were simple, except for a bed and a table and two chairs, not to mention iron that might be used as a weapon, which, according to Flomenza, was done to ensure that the count himself did not do anything stupid.

In addition to the servants who delivered meals on time every day, the Governor himself sometimes visited the Count's chambers, and the length of the Governor's visit varied depending on whether they were interested in the subject of the conversation.

Flomenza was a cool official, and in just a few days, Modillo had already labeled him, and in the following days, he added the words "comparable to the ancient Roman cool official Nissi Rich".

Modillo knew exactly what Flomenza wanted, and that should be a list long enough to cover him personally.

Suppose you imagine if, many years ago, not long after Queen Isabella and King Ferdinand were married, there were people who secretly colluded against the two kings because they feared that this marriage might lead to the annexation of Castile in the future, how many people would have been involved in this conspiracy after so many years of gestation.

What's more, some of the people who planned these plots in the first place may have died of old age, and some have disappeared in the court turmoil, but there are always some people who are lucky, not only have they escaped the purge of those who oppose this marriage again and again, but they have also gained the trust of the queen and thus soared.

It only took a moment of thought for Modilo to know what evidence Flomenza wanted from him, or rather, what the Governor of Sicily wanted to create through him.

From the day the two monarchs were married, the rivalry between the two kingdoms, which seemed to be husband and wife, never really stopped, and the flame of ambition of King Ferdinand of Aragon was never extinguished by the union with Isabella.

He wanted to be not just one of the two kings, but the only king of Spain.

And Flomenza was clearly one of the many cronies who cleared all the way for him.

Outside, the deadbolt rang and the door was gently pushed open, and Flomenza, accompanied by a clerk, entered, nodded to Count Mordillo, who was leaning against the window and looking out in distraction, and then went to the table and sat down.

"Count I have good news for you, but there is also bad news," said Florencea, smiling at Count Mordillo, "so which one do you want to hear first?" ”

"While the next bad news can ruin the mood, people still prefer to hear the good news first." Modillo said quietly.

"Oh, that's true, then I'll do as you wish, the good news is that your niece, the young Queen of Naples, has declared war on Sicily to save you," Flormenza nodded in satisfaction as Count Mordillo's face moved slightly, and then his face suddenly sank, "and the bad news is that, unfortunately, General Gonzalo's army is about to arrive in Sicily." ”