Shel's not tall but agile body like a goat flashed through the hallway, and he held a curved knife that shimmered in the cold light in the night, and a strip of coarse cloth was wrapped around the handle made of ox horns, which allowed the person holding the scimitar to tie the scimitar to his hand to prevent it from getting out of his hand, and the short blade of the scimitar had a blood groove on each side that gradually deepened from head to tail, which made the assassination even more lethal.

Such a knife is not suitable for use on the battlefield, except in the early days to pry open the tight armor that resembles a moving steel can, the scimitar is not very useful, but here it can exert terrifying power.

Almost as soon as Schell appeared, he rushed to Camus's servant, who was standing not far away, and before he could reach out and draw the short sword at his waist, the scimitar blade in Schell's hand was already stuck tightly in his throat.

"If you dare to move, I'll cut your neck." Schell threatened in his newly learned broken Florentine language, and he looked at Alexander, wanting to know what the old man was going to order.

The sound of footsteps in the street outside was getting closer and closer, and from that sound you could hear that there were quite a few people.

Alexander did not appear to be alarmed, and he looked into Camus's eyes with an inquiring look: "Archon, did you arrange this?" ”

Camus's wrinkled face showed a strange smile that could not be explained, he beckoned to Alexander slightly to give him a hand, and then stretched out an arm to put it on Alexander's hand with some difficulty: "I'm old, I need someone to help me." ”

Alexander did not refuse Camus's request, and he reached out and helped Camus to walk towards the door of the small prayer hall at his signal.

When he reached the marble-carved knee-couch for his knees, Camus slowly knelt down, then coughed lightly and said, "I built this prayer hall so that one day people would know that there was such a person in Sicilian history, and at that time I thought that this expectation was not extravagant, but now I find myself stupid, and I can do something more enviable." ”

Alexander watched Camus stroking with some difficulty in front of his knees, and he thought about squatting down and reaching out to find a moving stone in the gap under the marble platform, and then moved it with all his might.

There was a dull "pop" sound in the prayer hall that could only accommodate one person kneeling, and under Camus's visibly stunned gaze, Alexander pinpointed a stone on the ground and pushed it to the side.

A pitch-black hole was exposed, and Camus's body couldn't help but tremble slightly when he felt the cold wind blowing up from below.

He turned his head to look at Alexander in disbelief, a look of surprise or suspicion in his eyes.

"Don't think too much about it, Archon, I just know more things that others don't know as soon as possible, but I want to remind you that sometimes people still need a little bold ambition and dreams, what if they come true?" Alexander smiled at Camus, then stooped down the stone staircase below and headed into the tunnel

"Earl, you know that I don't have a good reputation, so I won't promise you that I won't betray you in the future." Camus said to Alexander, who was already halfway down, "And you know that I am old, and I do have ambitions, but I also want to die quietly in my own bed." ”

"That's what we all want, but I think you know that you have to sell me at least a good price, and Flomenza isn't a good buyer right now." After Alexander finished speaking, he ignored Camus, who was staring at him in a daze, and turned around and disappeared into the dark passage.

Schell hesitated, but when he saw that the old man had gone down, he finally pushed away the servant who was already suffocated by him, and after glaring at Camus threateningly, he also jumped into the secret passage.

"Close the entrance." Camury first asked the servant, who had not yet recovered to gasp for breath, to help him to sit down with some difficulty, and then instructed the stone to cover the entrance.

The servant had most of his body into the narrow space of the prayer hall and moved the marble with all his might, until a dull sound came, and he gasped and crawled out of it to the ground beside him.

In the dark passage, Schell followed behind Alexander a little nervously, he didn't know what it was, when Alexander asked him to light the fire prepared in advance, with the bright light flashing, the terrible scene he saw at that moment made Schell almost throw away the short torch in his hand in fright.

"God, what is this!?"

Although Alexander had warned him in advance not to be frightened by what he saw, even if he was prepared, Schell still felt as if the blood in his body had been drained in an instant, and large goosebumps kept bursting out on his cold and paralyzed skin due to fear, and he couldn't help but tremble, while his head kept turning around looking at the terrifying mummified corpses in the secret passage.

"Don't worry, this is just a catacomb," Alexander was a little uncomfortable when he saw the mummies again, but he was much better than Schell who saw it all for the first time, "Believe me, these people have been dead for a long time, and their souls are either in heaven or hell, except they will not appear in front of you." ”

Schell was still a little nervous and panting, but the fierce character of the Balkan mountain people made him calm down quickly, and when he was sure that these hideous mummies were indeed just dried corpses that had been dead for many years, his emotions quickly calmed down, and then he couldn't help but worry about his personal situation: "But how do you know if that old man will betray us, my lord?" ”

Hearing this question, Alexander looked back at the stone slab above his head, and whispered to himself, "You are right, I don't know if he will betray me, it depends on whether he thinks it is worth it." ”

Hidden in a corner of the side wall of the Capuchin monastery, Kryan was cleverly hidden so that he could not be easily discovered.

Despite his good skills, Krion never thought of himself as the kind of person who could ignore the number of enemies at all, so he would never take risks lightly.

When he found that an army suddenly appeared, he immediately looked for a place to hide, and only when he felt that he would not be discovered, he cautiously poked his head out to look outside.

The soldiers had apparently been given some orders, so they surrounded the main entrance of the monastery almost without hesitation, and then as the gate opened, the soldiers swarmed in.

Cleion had been watching closely, and he could be sure that these men were no longer disguised by Alexander's men, which made him secretly surprised by Camus's actions.

It was clear that Camus had come to see Alexander, and this Clarion was almost certain, for there were not many people who would choose this place to meet, and it seemed that there was no one else but Alexander who would do so and have Camus be careful to meet him.

Camus betrayed the rest of the council, and the Count of Mordiglo, and it can be said that the old man's reputation in Sicily is really terrible.

Perhaps for the vast majority of Sicilians, it doesn't matter whether the council nobles were framed or not, and a count of Naples has nothing to do with them, but the reign of Terror in Sicily caused by the betrayal of these people and the decay of the port of Palermo made the Sicilians hate Camusi, and Alexander secretly met Camus at this time, which made Cleion feel that this matter should really be explored.

Crean had come to Sicily on a mission of his own, but the accident of meeting Alexander made him think that maybe there would be some unexpected gains this time.

It's just that Camus's actions surprised Clarion a little, he didn't expect this old man to betray the person he was going to meet with so simply, whether that person was Alexander or not, it seems that this person has become a habit of betraying others.

But Clarion didn't think they could capture Alexander so easily.

The secret passage, Cleixin's head flashed this thought, although he felt that Camus should also know the secret of the secret passage, but it always made him feel that Alexander should always be on guard against the old man.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before the soldiers came out of the monastery, and they seemed to find nothing, and Camus, who was finally slowly walking out of the monastery with the help of his servants, said something to the officers who led the team,

From where Clarion was hiding, and could not hear the conversation between them, he saw only that the officer turned away after a slight salute, while Camus sat for a long time on a stone pier beside the steps, and then was carried down the steps by the servant and into the carriage.

Crion remained silently in place, and he had a feeling that it wasn't going to end there.

Sure enough, as soon as the men left, the disguised patrol appeared from the shadows of the fork in the street at the other end of the street, and two of them ran to the other side of the street to see if the soldiers had left, while the men hurried towards the monastery.

Clarion waited patiently, and most of the reason why he had been able to live almost unharmed for so long for so many years was his patience, he knew when to show patience, and when he should be able to endure the loneliness that others could not bear, just as he had been a grocer for so many years, and even at one time he thought that he was just an ordinary peddler.

It was this kind of patience that ordinary people could not imagine that made him completely unprepared when the soldiers of the Council went to arrest him, and a person as inconspicuous as him would suddenly burst out with such terrible destructive power, so that he could easily escape from the hands of the heavily armed brigade soldiers.

Crion thought about his past and calmed himself down, for he vaguely felt that he might have discovered something that might be important.

It didn't take long for the "soldiers" who had entered the convent to come out, and Clarion carefully counted their numbers, and when he realized that they were two more than they had entered, Clarion let out a low chuckle.

He knew he had found the right person.

Camusi, a prominent nobleman in Palermo and in all of Sicily, had apparently been noticed, and Cleion even suspected that perhaps he had been able to hide it from the beginning, so he simply told the governor of Flomenza about it.

As for whether this person who had secretly met with him would be caught, perhaps Camus didn't care at all, or he temporarily changed his mind after meeting the man and decided to cover him up, whatever the reason, Clarion was sure that if Camus had a reason to defend himself before, but now if this person was caught, the consul probably couldn't excuse himself.

"It's a funny thing."

Crion came out of hiding only after the men had finally disappeared, and he looked in the direction in which the "patrol" had disappeared, and then followed far behind them.

When Camus returned home, he did not expect to see an unexpected guest, and when he saw the governor Flomenza appear in front of him, Camus's face stiffened slightly.

"Your message is not very accurate, Archon," Florencea gently stroked a smooth marble statue, and looked at Camus who was being pushed into the court by his servants, and he looked at the sleek old Sicilian man with a playful expression, "You said that someone who was trying to be dissatisfied with the king wanted to meet you, and that person seemed to have come specifically for Modillo, but you didn't tell me the name of this man, and now the soldiers I sent have not caught him, Archon, can I know what is going on?" ”

"They didn't come, and I don't know who this person is, but the people you know about the Governor are always keeping things secretive, and they're much more cautious than anyone else for fear of getting caught."

"That's true, those people are like frightened rabbits hiding everywhere, but don't worry that the consuls will soon be obediently at our mercy, and when General Gonzalo's army arrives, they will never stand a chance, and as for the Count of Mordiglo, believe me that he is doing well now, at least for a while he will be useful to me," Florencea said as he walked towards the door, and as he passed by Camus, Flomensa stopped, and he bent down and whispered in Camus's ear So the next time someone wants to see you, don't forget to ask them who they are in addition to telling them everything I said, and it's a good idea to remind them not to miss an appointment again. ”

After listening to the footsteps behind him with a burst of laughter, Camus's thin and stiff fingers unconsciously tapped a few times on the armrest of the wheelchair, and then he turned his head to the servant next to him with some difficulty and said, "You did a good job, Shore, you did a good job today." ”

Camus said and shook his hand slightly and beckoned the servant to come closer: "Listen to me, I am thinking that maybe you should go to Rome with my grandson, knowing that he needs someone to take care of him." ”

"Sir?" The servant looked at Camus a little suspiciously, he was a close confidant of Camus, of course he knew that the old man expected more from his grandson than those sons who did not grow up, so at this time, he couldn't help but be a little at a loss when he suddenly heard the old man say this.

"Nothing, just some preparations," Camuse said in a casual tone, "yes, just a little preparation." ”