Alexander identified the man as Krion.

Although the figure was nowhere to be seen as the carriage passed past a few hurried passers-by, Alexander knew he was right.

In Palermo, when the Noble Council decided to arrest Krion, this small character who was seen by others as a philistine merchant suddenly showed unusual force, and after killing several of the council guards who arrested him in succession, he broke out of the siege in broad daylight and was never heard from since.

The council had sent a large number of men to arrest him, but Clarion had disappeared as if he had melted into the air, and at least not a word had been heard about him when Alexander left Sicily.

Almost half a year has passed, and so much has happened that Alexander is almost forgetting about this man.

But now, in the Jewish ghetto of Rome, Alexander was surprised to see Cleion, and Alexander was sure that the man had also spotted him, or perhaps had been keeping an eye on him.

It is dangerous and uncomfortable to be targeted by a person with strange skills and a knack for assassination.

Although he didn't go head-to-head with Clarion, Alexander couldn't forget Kunto.

When Alexander left the Monastery of San Sebaron with Kunto, he was impressed by the skillful killing skills that Kunto displayed along the way, and even the powerful short crossbow that Sophia never left with him is a relic of Kunto.

Alexander didn't believe that as Kunto's brother, Crean would be any worse than Kunto, not to mention that the scene when he escaped from the siege of the council guards in Palermo made those who experienced it even more frightened, so that when they later told it, they changed their faces out of fear.

The sudden appearance of such a person in the vicinity is enough to make the calmest person secretly frightened.

Alexander couldn't help but clench the saber at his waist hard, and it wasn't until the carriage returned to the Carolingian Palace that he realized that his palms were already covered with sweat.

Perhaps, Crean was just trying to make him feel nervous and afraid, Alexander wondered, otherwise that person would not have been so easily discovered.

Despite this, Alexander did not take it lightly, and as soon as he returned to the Carolingian Palace, he called Carlo to his side to strengthen his vigilance, and at the same time he told Sophia not to leave Nashan's side easily.

"You seem to be a little nervous, that person is really as good as you say?" Nashan asked with some curiosity, although he thought that Alexander was making a big fuss, but for the sake of his daughter's safety, he didn't mind helping him kill the inexplicable guy named Cleion.

"Help me take care of Sophia," Alexander whispered to Nathan, "that Kryan has seen her, and I'm afraid that the man might be bad for her." ”

Nashan's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a hint of danger in his eyes, Alexander's words made his heart swell with anger, for the person who might threaten his daughter's life, Nashan had decided not to let him have a chance to appear by Sophia's side alive.

The unexpected appearance of Crean made Alexander's mood very bad, and while sensing the threat from Crean, he also realized the hidden crisis behind Giovanni and Chassan's favor solicitation.

Joanna has a very important position as the queen of Naples, whether she has lost the crown or not, especially if Frederick has no descendants, Joanna's importance is truly highlighted.

Now Joanna and Lucrezia are together, or should I say in the hands of Caesar Borgia.

The reason for this is that although they are both brothers and sisters, Lucrezia is obviously closer to Caesar, just as although there have been ambiguous rumors between Shasan and Jeffrey's two brothers, it is generally believed that Shasan and Giovanni are more or less close to each other, and the brothers and sisters of this family are more or less divided into different factions.

This can be seen from Giovanni's eagerness to recruit the people around Joanna, who is obviously quite subtle about Joanna's 'monopoly' by Caesar and Lucrezia.

Helplessly, Alexander finally realized that no matter who Joanna would marry again in the future, once her marriage was related to the throne of Naples, he would be implicated as a Neapolitan vassal.

Especially when thinking that whether it is Agri or Cosenza, because they are all about something very important to Naples, it is inevitable that they will attract attention, and may even become the first to be implicated in the future competition between all parties, Alexander has to sigh, he never thought that Joanna, who was originally just used as a shield, seemed to have become a non-negligible link that could determine the fate of Naples for a while.

Clearly, Joanna seems to have become a target for some to compete with.

Maybe it's because of this that someone wants to assassinate her, after all, if she can bring benefits to some people, she can also bring trouble to others.

Alexander pondered in his mind as the shadow of King Frederick of Naples flashed through his mind.

It's just that all kinds of disputes are really not something he can participate in now, and this is what annoys Alexander.

Alexander didn't like the idea that his fate would have to change because of someone else's decision, but he was not in a position to influence it.

Maybe......

A thought suddenly crossed Alexander's mind, although he felt somewhat absurd, but once this thought arose, it was difficult to suppress.

Maybe it's time to pay a visit to some romantic young knight.

Although Caesar Borgia ordered him not to leave the Carolingian Palace at will, he had already begun to plan in his heart.

A few more soldiers walked by outside the window, and the unrest in Rome the night before was still there, but it made Alexander feel that he was somewhat safer at such a time.

Cleion was undoubtedly very dangerous, and this Alexander had known it for a long time, but it was difficult to guess why he suddenly appeared in Rome.

Considering the intricacies of the situation in Rome today, Alexander couldn't help but admit that this was the perfect place for people like Cleion.

It's just that the atmosphere in Rome is tense now, everyone is cautious, but they are ready to deal with the attack from the opponent at any time, and the whole city has become inexplicably tense and heavily guarded, which is bound to make Crean a lot more cautious, even if he really has a plan, he will not act rashly in a short time.

Just thinking about Kunto, and then thinking about the time when Crean had escaped from the Sicilians, Alexander decided to remind himself not to take it lightly.

While Alexander was pondering how to guard against the elusive Arian, Henri de Charlon, the commander of the French occupation of Rome, was waiting in a room in the Sistine Chapel, not far from the Carolingian Palace, to be summoned by Pope Alexander VI.

The audience was somewhat sudden, or rather helpless, because it was so urgent that the Pope did not even have time to summon the French commander in the Sistine Chapel at the Vatican Palace, which was supposed to be more formal.

Despite his audience with the Pope, Chard Charlon was still wearing the unusually conspicuous black armor, and as he walked back and forth in the room, the armor on his body made a "bang, bang, bang", which added a touch of solemnity to the already gloomy face of the commander.

In fact, de Charlon's visit was not at all friendly or peaceful, but on the contrary, there was a complaint and even anger in the body of the Frenchman, as can be seen from the gloomy face and the appearance of a drumbeat on the battlefield at every step, although he seemed careless.

A priest pushed the door open and walked in, and when he met the Frenchman's gaze, the priest secretly licked the tip of his tongue.

"Sorry General, you may have to wait a little longer, His Majesty the Pope is summoning the Archbishop of Frankfurt." The priest said in a slightly apologetic tone, but de Charlaon did not feel much sincerity. On the contrary, when he heard the words of the priest, he felt a sense of anger that he was being provoked.

Frankfurt was a major city in the Holy Roman Empire, proud of the coronation of the Emperor, and the bishopric of Frankfurt was known for being the most hostile to France of all the bishoprics of the Catholic Church.

What's more, now that the Holy Alliance in which the Holy Roman Emperor Maximian participates is fighting against France, it is not a good thing for the Bishop of Frankfurt to come to the Vatican at this time.

De Charlaine pondered as he coped with the priest's perfunctory remarks.

Charlain knew that these clergy of the Holy See did not like the French, and even had a deep hostility, after all, Charles's invasion made all the city-states feel threatened, and the relationship between the Holy See and these city-states can be said to be inextricably linked.

However, because this audience was not only due to a series of riots that had taken place in Rome the night before, but also because he had to ask for an audience with Alexander VI, and also shouldered the more important orders from King Charles of France, so Charlon had to endure the arrogance and even deliberate contempt of the priest in front of him.

Obviously, in the eyes of these people, the French are all dirt buns from the poor countryside.

There was a heavy squeak in the distance, and the wooden door to the Pope's prayer room opened, and a tall priest stepped out.

He was dressed in a red robe, wore a small thick woollen yarke hat on his head, and the joints of his hands clutched tightly to the cross hanging from his chest were protruding, and he looked powerful.

The cardinal looked less like a servant of God and more like a warrior.

Archbishop of Frankfurt.

Sharron secretly thought the name in his heart.

The archbishop also saw a black armor, unusually conspicuous Scharron, he slowed down slightly, and then walked slowly over.

Scharren bowed silently, took the hand that the archbishop had handed to him and kissed it gently.

"May the Lord bless you, General."

The archbishop's accent was distinctly northern, and rough and oppressive, not at all like a clergyman who was supposed to sing hymns all day.

"Archbishop, this is the first time I've seen you since the last time I said goodbye." Charlen looked up at the Bishop, "I haven't forgotten the trouble you caused me at the tournament, and I think Constantin della Rovere will be happy to see you again." ”

"Last tournament," said the Archbishop of Frankfurt, touching the bushy beard on his chin, "I have to admit that you are a good opponent, especially when it comes to spear competitions, you are indeed very difficult to deal with." ”

"But you are no less difficult to deal with," said Scharlon, "and if you take off your robes and put on your armor, you are a worthy knight at all." ”

"Serving God is always more useful than wielding a sword," the archbishop said to Sharron, "For now, the coalition gathered at the call of God has defeated your king who tried to offend the Holy Land, this is the power of faith. ”

Sharron's eyebrows were raised, and a shallow scar on his face was slightly flushed.

"Archbishop, my king is the most devout of the faithful, and he has irrefutable claims to Naples."

"His claim is only available when he needs it most," said the archbishop sarcastically, pointing at his sword and exclaiming as he saw that the scar on Scharlon's face had turned red with anger, "and if you think it's an insult, I can accept your challenge, and as in the French tournament, I don't mind taking off my robe and changing my armor to fight you French again." ”

Sharron looked at the Archbishop of Frankfurt with a gloomy expression, although this archbishop not only had a strong physique, but also was more skilled in using a sword than many knights, but if it weren't for the status of the archbishop that made him scruple, Sharron was not afraid of this monk knight.

"Archbishop, may your prayers really help your Emperor and his companions, otherwise my King will make them all regret their participation in this war."

After speaking, Scharon bowed slightly to the Archbishop of Frankfurt, and then staggered past the bishop and walked towards the priest who was waiting to introduce the pope to him.

The Archbishop of Frankfurt looked back at Scharlon's equally tall and burly back, which was set off by black armor, and the bishop silently drew a cross on his chest, and turned to walk towards the outside of the Sistine Chapel.

At the foot of the steps outside the Sistine Chapel, a carriage was waiting, and when the archbishop came out, an attendant respectfully opened the door.

"God willing, you will definitely gain a lot from this visit to the Pope."

After accompanying the bishop into the carriage, the attendant said with a smile.

"At least it's worth it compared to the money that bribed the man," the archbishop quipped, "and our pope likes to offer bribes." ”

"But at least this time the Vatican is behind us, isn't it?" The attendant asked with concern.

"Yes, at least this time our Pope did not disappoint me," exhaled the Archbishop of Frankfurt, "who has agreed that there will be no compromise with the French, much less with Charles alone, which means that there will be no peace between us and the French unless one side fails." ”

The attendant was about to echo, but before he could speak, the moving carriage came to a sudden halt.

The coachman in front of him turned around suddenly, and a snow-bright sword light instantly pierced in through the open car window in front of him!

The sword pierced the back of the archbishop's neck, and a strong bishop who could duel any knight fell headlong!

The Assassin, disguised as a coachman, shook off his hood as he jumped out of the carriage and blended into the crowd, revealing a normal face.

If Alexander had been here, he would have recognized this man, who he had seen not long ago.