Smoke and sparks filled the room, and a scream rang out from the doorway.

The man who was hit fell backwards screaming, and his unsuspecting companion fell to the ground as well, and the room was once again plunged into darkness after the flash of fire from the musket

The few people who suddenly broke into the room were at a loss for a moment by this sudden change, they didn't expect the people in the room to be prepared, and they couldn't understand how muskets could appear in this room.

The dull sound of gunfire was unusually loud in the silence of the night, and at the moment of the gunshot, the palace that had been sleeping seemed to be completely awakened in an instant.

"Hurry up!"

One of them let out a low roar, and although he didn't know what had happened, it was obvious that the other party had already known their plans and had set the trap.

At the same time, hurried footsteps sounded in the depths of the corridor in the distance, and it would be troublesome if you didn't run away at this time.

Several people immediately dragged their moaning companions to the other side of the hallway, but when they just rushed around a corner, they were shocked to find that there was already someone waiting for them.

Victor de Condé stood in front of a row of soldiers armed with crossbows and axes, with a smile on his face that could be interpreted as schadenfreude.

Next to him, Uliu stood behind him with great interest.

This time undoubtedly belonged to the young French aristocracy, and the Moors knew when not to be in the limelight.

Looking at the row of eager soldiers on the opposite side, Andrés Rogge waved his arms helplessly, he knew that these Frenchmen were different from the Navarres, they obviously wanted to do something stupid and then take the opportunity to kill their own people.

More and more Navarres had caught up with them, and torches lit up the corridors, allowing the Navarres, who had been preparing to rush over to capture the Assassins, to see the situation clearly.

"They were assassins who tried to assassinate the envoys of the Duke of Thesia," saw Victor de Condé of Navarre, who gave orders to the guards, "a band of robbers and thieves, to arrest them, and to kill them if they resisted." ”

"Stop!" Andrés Rogge, who was standing among several people, had to let out a scold, and then he turned his head to look at the Frenchman who was blocking his way: "I am Andrés Rogge, the messenger of the king of Aragon!" ”

The Navarres looked at each other, and all they heard was the sound of gunfire, and when they heard the sound of chase, they saw that the door of the Moorish house was open, and the guards guarding outside were dead.

Only now here suddenly saw several messengers confronting each other in the corridor, and the Navarres didn't know what to do for a while.

"Then why are you attacking my friends?" Condé glanced at Ulliu beside him, "We all saw what happened, you killed the guards at the door and tried to storm the room to assassinate the duke's royal officer, this should not be what a messenger should do." ”

Andres Rogge's expression was terrifyingly gloomy, he knew that he should have fallen into the trap of the other party, but he also knew that it was indeed himself who took the initiative to enter the trap.

The other party had apparently guessed what he was going to do, and then set a trap just to wait for him to jump in.

Another rush of footsteps came from a distance, and a large group of guards surrounded Queen Akalina and his wife, who had not had time to change into their coats and hurried only in their pajamas, came from the end of the corridor.

"What happened?" Even though she had a rough idea of what was going on, the queen asked, but her eyes were only at Victor de Condé, not at Andrés Roger, who was standing closer.

"Your Majesty, I think a terrible murder happened just now."

As soon as Condé's words came out, Andrés Rogge looked angry, knowing that the French would take advantage of the opportunity to strike him, but he did not expect that the other party would accuse him of murder, even though he did so.

"Murder?"

Queen Akalina showed appropriate surprise, her gaze swept over the three of them separately before finally falling on the faces of the French nobles: "Whoever you want to accuse, this is extremely serious and terrible, so have you thought about it, General?" ”

"Of course, my honor is at stake, so I won't joke with it lightly," said Victor de Condé, pointing to Andrés Rogue "the man who tried to murder the messenger of the Duke of Rome Thesia." ”

Andrés Rogge had completely calmed down by this time, he looked at the Frenchman coldly, and was not angry at his accusations.

Because he knew that since the French had not given the order to kill them all at the first meeting, it meant that things had taken a turn for the better, or that they had some scruples.

As for the Navarres, they will not completely offend his king for such a thing.

Sure enough, Queen Akalina frowned and looked at a few people, and instead of continuing to ask, she looked at everyone again with a scrutinizing gaze, and finally her eyes fell on Ulliu's face.

"Imperial Officer, can you tell me what's going on?"

Looking at the queen's obviously warning gaze, Ulliu saluted very respectfully: "Your Majesty, I think General Condé has made it very clear that someone wants to use the murder of me to stop the friendship that is about to be established between Rome Thesia and Navarre, and even wants to destroy the sacred marriage contract that may be concluded. ”

A flash of annoyance flashed in her eyes, and Queen Akalina's gaze was fixed on Uliu's face.

Knowing that his answer had angered the Queen, Ulliu smiled indifferently, revealing his white teeth in the darkness.

"Your Majesty, General Condé has guessed all this, so be prepared in my room, or I will be killed by now," Ulliu said to Jean Arbre, who was standing by without speaking, despite the Queen's silent warning again, "Your Majesty, I trust you to make a fair ruling." ”

Andres Roger's face changed instantly, and he looked at Queen Akalina, trying to get help from her.

"This is indeed a very serious accusation...... Jean Arbrey glanced at Queen Akalina on the side, seeing that the queen had no expression to others, but as a husband who knew her well had understood her mind, Jean Arbrey already knew what to do.

"It's a shame that something happened, but I think there might be some misunderstanding in it, and it's enough to humiliate us all, and a dishonorable murder would bring shame on all of us."

De Condé looked at Jean Arbrey with a face, he did not expect Albre's attitude to suddenly become ambiguous, this change was undoubtedly the meaning of Queen Acarina, which surprised and annoyed the French nobles who originally thought that the Navarres would definitely be on their side.

Uliu watched this scene with amusement.

The displeasure of the young de Condé was interesting to him, and the sudden change in Jean Arbré's attitude did not displease him.

Uliu never imagined that the Navarres would really be on their side.

Just as they hated the Aragonese, the Navarres also hated the French, and even though Jean Arbrey was not only a French nobleman, but also a cousin of Louis XII, he still had his own considerations when it came to power.

Navarre, while longing to get rid of Aragon, did not want to be taken advantage of by the French.

It was with this in mind that Uliuu dared to break into the palace.

For Uliu, sabotaging Navarre's union with Aragon would allow his lord to gain enough benefits.

In the eyes of Queen Akalina and his wife, the contradictions between France and Aragon can allow them to survive in the cracks.

And if possible, they didn't care to involve Rometesia as well.

When Jean Arbrey said that, Andrés Rogge's originally gloomy face finally smiled.

He bowed slightly to the Queen, and then asked in a consultative tone:

"Well, nothing unexpected happened tonight, Your Majesty?"

"Apparently not, do you think what's going on?"

The queen said as she looked first at the Frenchman, then at Ulliu.

"Of course, nothing happened." Ulliu nodded at once, not forgetting to look at the Frenchman next to him.

Victor de Condé looked at the people in front of him with a gloomy face, and he couldn't get used to this kind of scene of almost talking nonsense with his eyes open.

Especially right next to him, the unlucky guy who had been shot by the musket was still lying on the ground with a silent groan of pain.

But it was as if they had not seen or heard at all, even though the smell of blood on the man's body was so strong on this hot night.

"Then we can all go about our own business," said the queen, before finally glancing at the Aragonese who was lying not far away, who looked so bad because of the loss of blood, and said to Andrés Rogge with a frown, "Maybe you should discipline your men a little and keep them from running around, at least I don't want any more nights to be disturbed to rest." ”

As she spoke, the queen looked again at Ulliu, who always looked respectful.

Somehow, while Ulius had always been humble and polite, Queen Akalina always felt as if the Moor was looking at her with an uncomfortable look.

On this hot night, the farce that took place in the palace of Pamplona ended silently.

It's just that when he left, Andrés Rogge looked at the eyes of the two people opposite, but he seemed to say, "This is not over." ”

Similarly, after leaving, Queen Akalina was also in the dark after returning to her room.

She walked to the open window and looked blankly at the dark city outside, and did not stand still for a long time.

Finally, Jean Albrey let out a sigh.

"Everything will pass, yes, everything will pass," Albre said as if to his wife, and as if to cheer himself up" Ferdinand is not having a good time now, the Sicilians defeated Gonzalo in Seville, it must have been a disaster for him, and the Castilians did not completely obey him. ”

Queen Akarina slowly turned to look at her husband, she knew that Albre was right, it was indeed an exciting thing, and she had been a little overjoyed when she heard the news.

It's just that she can't experience that joy anymore.

"Those people, they actually use the royal palace of Navarre as a battlefield for them to slaughter each other."

The queen began to walk back and forth in anger, sometimes taking a few quick steps, sometimes stopping and twisting the handkerchief tightly in her hands as if to crush all her resentment.

"We have to get out of this situation, don't we," Queen Akalina paused to look at her husband, "that Moorish ......"

"Do you believe that Moorish man," Jean Albrey frowned, "I think that man is more of a liar, I don't say who he is, but what he says, God knows how much of his words are true, and it is also likely to offend Ferdinand completely." ”

"But at least the future throne of Navarre will not fall into Ferdinand's hands so easily."

"But the Duke of Rome Thessia may also become King of Castile, and then the result will be the same." Albrey said angrily.

"It's just a marriage contract," said Queen Akalina when she interrupted Jean Arbret suddenly, and seeing that her husband did not seem to understand, she continued, "we all know that this is just an excuse for an alliance, and don't you think that the Moorish man is actually very clever?" ”

"What?" Jean Albreda was stunned.

"I mean, he is proposing the daughter of the Archduchess of Wallachia," the Queen quickened her pace again, whispering in her mouth, "whether he is true or false, or whether it is purely to spoil Ferdinand's intentions, do you not think that this is a good affair?" ”

Jean Arbre's originally helpless and somewhat resentful face slowly showed a contemplative expression, he wanted to say something and closed his mouth, but then opened again, but in the end he still did not speak.

"I'm expecting it to be true now," Queen Akalina seemed to get more excited the more she thought about it, "the Grand Duchess of Wallachia is said to be a Roman princess, but it doesn't matter, the real point is that although she is the monarch of Wallachia, she is not related to any royal family. ”

Jean Arbre's eyes lit up instantly, and he already knew the meaning of his wife's words.

Although the Archduchess of Wallachia ascended to the throne and inherited the duchy because of the Battle of Bucharest, she was undoubtedly very shallow in terms of bloodline and roots.

Or at least lonely.

If other monarchs were to be recognized, they had to be integrated into the intricate and intertwined aristocratic veins of Europe.

And to do this, marriage is undoubtedly the best way.

"That Moor, I like him a little," said Queen Akalina with a glance at her husband, "or, whether his words are true or not, I feel the need to respond to the Duke of Rome Thesia, perhaps the idea is crazy, but what if it comes true?" ”

Listening to the Queen's words, Jean Arbray couldn't help but nod silently.

He felt that his wife's words were really reasonable.

Meanwhile, in another room rearranged by the Navarres, Uliu was staring out the window into the dark night.

It's just that if someone is around, you will hear the Moors moaning incessantly: "What can I do, what can I do, my lord will hang me." ”