Alexander never thought that Count Mordillo might be a member of Judah, or that even if he did, he only skimmed it and never seriously considered it.

But now he had to face it.

Judah is a strange secret society, one of the most mysterious and oldest of the many mysterious societies in human history.

The prevalence of conspiracy theories has put on a lot of mysteries of truth and falsehood, and it seems that there is always a group of people wearing impermeable dark robes, hiding in the dark and cramped basement to plan some shocking grand conspiracy.

In fact, an organization such as Judah was more concerned with mystical rituals than with the powerful and wealthy men who became their followers, so they often went in and out of the palace castles of the nobles and the mansions of the rich, and they themselves were ordinary people.

The people in front of them had the appearance that they wouldn't get a second look at when they walked in the crowd, and they didn't have anything to attract attention to now except for the disgusting stench.

But these were members of Judah, and perhaps they had not even noticed that they had slipped out, but Alexander was almost certain of their identities.

The scorn of the hypocrites, which had been mentioned in many times, would not have been used as proof that these men were members of Judas, but Alexander did not believe in such a thing, and it was precisely Judah's expression of hostility towards Peter's followers, so it was enough to attract attention.

In addition, Alexander remembered a very strange thing, the young seminarian named Martin, who had been killed for no reason, who should not have appeared in Castile at this time.

He should now be studying theology at the University of Magdeburg, after which he will become a young Franciscan friar, and it will be many years before he causes the turmoil that led to the Great Schism in Christendom.

So it's a little weird that he's going to be in Toledo at this time.

Everything was so wrong, Martin Luther died in an Iberian city so inexplicably and quietly, his killers would not have thought about who they had killed, let alone what they had changed, but Alexander had to consider what his presence meant, especially since he was also related to the people of Judah.

As to what the use of these people that Count Mordilo now placed in the north had to do with Judah, Alexander could not help but think of something that would happen many years from now.

When Martin Luther's 95 theses were published, the reforms against the Church supported by the German princes soon swept across western Europe, and although most of these movements were prevalent in Northern Europe, there were not without Martin Luther supporters in France, including the future King of Navarre, who was a staunch Protestant.

So what made the king of Navarre so easily converted to a new doctrine may seem too easy, but it is easy to explain if all the preparations have been made for a long time.

Alexander pondered these things that had not yet happened, and he already had a vague sense of Martin Luther's previous relationship with Judas, or that the young monk had provided Judas with a good opportunity to grow stronger.

When did it all start?

Alexander wondered if Count Mordilo was a pure member of the Judahs, or if he was only working with those people, but the conspiracy had clearly been brewing for too long, and perhaps Sister Alfurt was part of the plan.

In fact, the relationship between all of this has been vaguely revealed a long time ago, but Alexander never seriously connected them.

Outside, there were still faint sounds of running, chasing, yelling and screaming in the streets, and the unpleasant smell of the cellar was so bad that Alexander had to keep the men away.

"Master, will the general Gonzalo attack the city at this time?" The lame man leaned forward, and when he saw Alexander blocking his nose, he stopped and poured some more wine on himself, and then took a big sip, "You know we can't stay down here for long, those Frenchmen seem to be shrewd, and if the house is empty for too long, it will arouse suspicion if the owner is not seen." ”

Alexander nodded slightly, he knew that this man was right, the riot caused in the city was enough to keep the French army scrambling, and now was the perfect time to attack.

As a good soldier, it is impossible for Gonzalo not to perceive that this is a good opportunity, but although he has been in contact with the Castilian army outside the city before, it is just too fast for this to notify the outside of the city, which makes it unclear whether Gonzalo can respond in time.

"Someone needs to tell what's going on outside." Alexander whispered to himself, his eyes looked at the lame man not far away, and seeing that he was taking a sip of wine, Alexander motioned for him to come over.

"I need your help," Alexander said to the man, "it could be dangerous, it's terrible out there right now." ”

The man's hand holding the wine jar paused, his gaze was a little glazed, and he looked straight at the wine jar in his hand, and after a while he raised his head to look at Alexander: "Master, you may not know why we are staying here, but please rest assured, we know what we have to do." ”

The man said and glanced at Alexander again, then poured two sips of wine into his mouth, put down the empty jug, and turned back to greet his companions.

The men stood silently, their faces still stained from their previous escape in the gutter, but their expressions were calm, and they didn't seem to be alarmed by the impending danger.

"What do you want us to send outside the city?" The lame man tore off a piece of sludge from his gray hair, shook his hand, and cracked his mouth to reveal a mouthful of black and yellow rotten teeth, "We don't have many opportunities, so if you want the outside world to know, you'd better explain everything." ”

Alexander knew that he was right, that the French were not stupid, and that they knew that a riot in the city would definitely attract the attention of the enemy outside the city, so the French tried to suppress the situation in the city as soon as possible, otherwise they might be in big trouble.

At this time, the French will certainly be more vigilant, and although they are very familiar with the city of Burges, it is still very dangerous to sneak out of the city.

Watching their figures fade away from the exit of the tunnel, Alexander let out an inaudible sigh.

Over time, Judah has changed dramatically, and it is impossible to determine how many people still maintain the faith in which Judah received the teachings of Jesus Christ.

In fact, from the very beginning, this organization was destined to fail to appear in the face of the world in history because of their special origins.

This allows them to quietly promote their own set of things under various names, so it is inevitable that there will be all kinds of things mixed in during this period, and many people have even forgotten or become vague about their original beliefs after a long time.

As for the decent men who had gradually become the upper echelons of aristocracy or wealthy merchants, it was questionable whether they would continue to have anything to do with a secret organization like Judah, which was destined to be a big deal.

Alexander didn't know if Count Mordillo was the same person, but he was now almost certain that the Count was inextricably linked to all of this.

Things changed unexpectedly, but everything seemed to finally have some kind of reasonable explanation.

The hapless George, the scheming Earl, Enrique, Sister Alfurt, and Don Bavi, all of them seemed to be connected at this moment, and it also made Alexander seem to see a large net that had been compiled for an unknown number of years, waiting for a prey to take the bait.

It's just that all of this has come to naught with the death of the original Brother George Mordillo.

A lame man limped through the woods, he was so cold that he shivered as he went, and a stain of water ran down his wet clothes to the ground, leaving an intermittent trail behind him.

There are two ways to get out of Burgos, either by passing through the city gate or by water from the marina on the west side of the city.

But if the gates are blocked and there are no boats on the docks, the only way to get out is to wade across the river.

The river water in November is cold to the bone, and soaking in it for only a while can make people numb their whole body.

But this is not the most uncomfortable, when you climb ashore from the river and face the cold wind soaking wet, the kind of cold that can freeze people's blood will make a person almost collapse.

The lame man didn't know how far he had gone, he just remembered that he had climbed ashore and immediately got into the woods, and then walked forward without his life, because this was the only way to warm up his already stiff body as soon as possible.

But soon he began to feel his throat dry as if he had been poured red charcoal, and he gulped in the cold air, staggering and moving his steps.

Swimming across the river made it possible to escape from the city, but to get to the camp of the Castilian army had to cross the river again, and the nearest bridge was several miles away.

The man kept walking forward, his feet were already unconscious, so he didn't know that the soaked felt boots had worn out, and the exposed heels rubbed against the ground to make bloody cuts.

"And Jesus said unto Judas, Believe what thou shalt believe, and not just what I say, and thou hast accused me of not having exclusive possession of the precious anointing oil, because it is a sin of extravagance, and I said that this is good, because this is believing, and believing......

The lame man kept whispering, he hadn't recited these verses so freely for a long time, they had been guarding their secrets for years, and chanting the scriptures that were invisible to the world were even more dangerous.

But now he couldn't care about it, his body was cold, his lips were cold, and his throat seemed to be burning so hot and painful that he didn't know which step he would take and fall to the ground and never get up again.

At this time, he could only support his body that could collapse at any time by reciting scriptures non-stop, which made him even care that the soles of his feet were cut into a blur of flesh and blood when he stepped on sharp stones.

When Gonzalo saw the man, he was completely stunned by what he saw.

Although he had seen too many cruel scenes on the battlefield, the appearance of the man in front of him really surprised Gonzalo.

He was put in front of Gonzalo, because his feet were completely worn out, especially his right foot was unable to exert his strength because of the disability, so he rubbed all the way to the ground, not only the shoes were long gone, but the skin and flesh on one side of the foot had been worn away, and even the white bones of the forest could be seen.

But such a person stubbornly walked several ways to find himself, which made Gonzalo can't help but take seriously what kind of news he brought to him.

And he was not disappointed, when he heard that this man had come on the orders of a Duke of Rome Thesia, Gonzalo couldn't help but look strange after a little surprise.

Gonzalo won't forget the near-declaration of war attitude when they broke up not long ago, which convinced Gonzalo that they would see each other again on the battlefield.

But now the astonishing man had told him that the Duke of Rome Thesia had not only arrived in Burgos, but was preparing to work with him to drive the French out of Burgos, which was enough to surprise Gonzalo, especially since he had heard not long ago that the duke's half-sister had just made a pact with King Louis of France in the name of a trade alliance.

And this incident is said to have made the emperor so angry that he only spent half a day dressing himself for several days in a row.

However, Gonzalo still listened carefully to the information brought by the lame man, not only because this might be an opportunity to defeat the French as soon as possible, but also because Gonzalo's appearance really shocked Gonzalo.

Gonzalo de Córdoba was an unruly and even arrogant man, but he was also a true hero, and he admired those who were loyal and dedicated, so Gonzalo felt that he should respect this lame man, whether he was true or not, or whether there was any conspiracy involved.

And the information that the lame man brought to him really moved his heart.

Burges, because it was an important town in the north, made the walls more fortified, so that Gonzalo was ready to temporarily abandon the siege and concentrate on destroying the French army that had entered the Galician region, but now a seemingly sudden opportunity appeared in front of him.

Gonzalo certainly wouldn't trust the man in front of him so easily, no matter who had sent him, or if he had been ordered by the Duke of Rome to be on the orders of the Duke of Rome, Gonzalo knew that things weren't as simple as he said.

Despite the benefits he had received from Alexander, and the fact that the two had been on good terms in the past, Gonzalo always had a strange feeling that the young man was hatching some great conspiracy.

From Italy to Iberia, Gonzalo could sense that Alexander seemed to be laying a net, and although it was not clear what his purpose was, Gonzalo felt that he should be careful, for the young man had proven more than once that it was not easy to take advantage of him.

"You may rest with me for a while," Gonzalo said to the man who was leaning on the ground and gasping for breath, "you are a truly admirable man, and there are not many loyal people like you now, and I will reward you well, but there are still some things you need to make clear to me." ”

Listening to Gonzalo's words of warning, the lame man smiled bitterly.

Before he came, Alexander had reminded him that Gonzalo was a reckless but in fact thoughtful general, and that it would cost him a great deal to gain his trust, and that he was paying more than he had ever thought.

"I'll tell you everything I know, and all I don't know......" The lame man said before staggering to the side, his forehead hot and his body trembling.

An officer walked over and touched the man's forehead, then nodded to Gonzalo.

"It seems that these are true," Gonzalo crouched down to look at the man's worn foot, which was obviously crippled and was likely to be amputated, which would be costly, "but I now wonder what benefit that Alexander had given him." ”

The Castilian army, which had been preparing to retreat, changed its plans, and Gonzalo gave orders to all the nearby cities, and one cannon was successively transported to Burgos from the nearby cities.

These weapons, which had been used to defend against the French, were now ready to roar like the French army entrenched in Porgues, while Gonzalo sent an army in the direction of Galicia to find the French army that had entered the northwest.

Only in this way, the original plan was completely changed, and the enemy to be annihilated first became Borges's French army.

The chaos in the city was quickly suppressed, and the French relented a little after hanging a dozen more locals who were said to have instigated the rebellion.

After hastily summoning some of the nobles of Burgos and assuring them that there would be no further rebellion, the French promised them that they would restrain their army.

An additional tombstone was erected in the cemetery behind the church, and Burges, who seemed to have calmed down for the time being, fell into a terrible depression.

At night, apart from the French soldiers shouting for curfew, the streets are deserted and there is hardly a single person to be seen.

Everyone hid in their homes and stared through the windows at the French soldiers outside, and greater hatred was brewing in silence.

It was in the midst of this depression that the middle of November 1501 was ushered in.

In the Mediterranean, a seemingly ordinary merchant fleet appeared near Sicily.

As this merchant fleet entered the port of Messina, a golden four-cornered cross flag was suddenly raised!

The Grand Duchess of Wallachia, Sofia Alessandra Valoola, finally returned to Sicily after a few years.