According to Benedict canon, a coarse linen robe represents poverty, a long hood represents isolation from worldly prosperity and depravity, and a sackcloth belt proves that the person will always abide by these strict rules, forever.

After Alexander entered the monastery of Saint Sebarong on his first day in this era, he was required to wear such a garment, and in exchange for daily food, he was asked to work for the monastery.

If I am not mistaken, according to the abbot at the time, he would wear this monastic robe for many years to come, until one day, like everyone else, he died in some cold room and was buried in the cemetery behind the monastery.

It was because of this that Alexander tried his best to leave Saint Sebalon, he knew that he could not bear to stay in this monastery forever until he died and rotted, but he did not expect that the reason for leaving Saint Sebarong would bring him so many changes.

Looking at the portrait in his hand, Alexander had the illusion of being in a different world for a moment, and at this moment he seemed to feel the confusion when he first came to this era, but then he sensed some kind of crisis.

The man who wanted to kill him had a portrait of him that could be recognized, and although it was somewhat flattering, it was nothing special, but the portrait showed him wearing monastic robes, which made Alexander feel that things were not easy.

Obviously, he would have been painted in such a garment, and the person who painted the portrait would have received only information from the monastery of Saint Sebalon.

Alexander was not worried that anyone would find out that he was not Alexandre Giulian Cambrai, because the Eastern Roman boy who had the name was now himself, and he was worried that someone would find out that he was not the "Giorre Mordiglo".

Who was paying attention to his identity, looking at the portrait Alexander couldn't help but remember, he forced himself to remember at once what he had missed or forgotten before, how this person had a portrait of himself in the convent, and who had sent him, and what did those people know, did they know that they were just a fake Giore Mordillo!

Alexander's face changed slightly in the firelight, and then he noticed that there seemed to be a small inconspicuous signature underneath the portrait, which had become blurry due to friction, and he did not have time to pay attention to it at this time.

"Search these men carefully," ordered Alexander, looking at the careless Bohemians, and he instructed the Agri soldiers next to him to "search carefully, and leave nothing undone." ”

The Agri were apparently much more responsible than the Bohemians who cared only about the spoils of war, and they even stripped a few corpses to the ground, but found no clues.

Just when Alexander was a little disappointed, a short sword stuck in the belt of a Bohemian passing by him caught his eye.

"Where did this come from?" Alexander asked the bohemian, and seeing his hesitant look, Alexander said directly, "Give it to me as the spoils you should give me." ”

Hearing this, the Bohemian immediately drew his short sword and handed it over: "My lord, I just picked it up, I don't know who dropped it." ”

Alexan took the dagger and walked to the torch, looking at the oddly shaped dagger, Alexander took a slight breath.

Unlike most daggers, which are smooth and sharp, they are narrow, triangular blades, and the two rows of serpentine curved grooves on the blade near the shield gauntlet look terrifying, and you can imagine what kind of damage can be caused if a cut with such a weapon is cut.

But what really cared for Alexander was not the weapon itself, but the fact that he remembered the night of the attack on the village of Cleche, just after leaving the monastery of San Sebalon, and that he had seen some of the people who attacked them use it.

And what he couldn't forget was the unusually ugly look on Kunto's face when he saw these short swords.

It was clear that Kunto seemed to know the origin of these weapons, and because of this, Kunto became extremely cautious next, and he even seemed to change his original route, but even then he was plotted in the end.

And now, at a time when the experience has faded and is almost forgotten, the weapon that once brought nightmares has reappeared.

Alexander raised the dagger to a brighter place and looked at it carefully, he wanted to find some clues from it, although he did not know the origin of these people, whether it was the portrait in the monastery or the dagger, he could be sure that the people who attacked him were somehow connected with the people who attacked Kunto in the first place.

And this was crucial for Alexander.

The authenticity of Giore Mordillo's identity was the biggest hidden danger for him, and now with the appearance of this short sword, he realized that this dangerous hidden danger had once again become a great threat to him.

Who had wanted to kill him from the beginning, had he just come out of the monastery, had the people who were going to kill him ever visited the monastery of San Sebaron again, and had they found out that Giorgio Mordillo was someone else?

Alexander suddenly felt that there was a fog in the future that had seemed to be gradually clear, and he even wondered if he should return to Rome and escape with Sophia while things were not so out of control!

But then he told himself that he had to calm down.

Don't be nervous, calm down and think carefully about what happened.

Forcing himself to be calm, Alexander carefully put away the portrait and sword, and then ordered the soldiers to carefully search the woods.

Although the enemy could not continue the pursuit because the enemy had retreated into the woods, it was even more unwise to completely expose his camp to the enemy who might be hiding in the shadows of the woods, so under Alexander's orders, Agri began to form a small team and cautiously went deeper into the woods, and they soon stopped in the slightly dark edge of the jungle, vigilantly monitoring the jungle in the dark shadows ahead.

Alexander returned to the camp, and by this time the soldiers who were cleaning up the battlefield had begun to return, many with smiles on their faces, and even the wounded could not contain their joy, and for the Agri, even the spoils of a small battle victory made them excited, until they saw their comrades who were seriously wounded or dead.

The sudden outbreak of the battle in the middle of the night cost Alexander 7 lives and more than 20 wounded soldiers, and the enemy's losses were not significant, except for those men who followed the cloaked man who were taken by surprise by the Bohemians by accident at the earliest, most of them fled into the woods after realizing that they had been attacked in the back.

In fact, Alexander did not think about destroying these enemies, and both the number and the disadvantage of the night made him quite satisfied with this result.

"Just defeat and drive the enemy away." This was decided by Alexander before the battle, but he did not expect that the Bohemians, who had been quietly sent out as a precaution to pass over the already frozen river and quietly stationed on both sides of the camp, would play an unexpected role.

What made Alexander really happy was that they had gone the wrong way.

Looking at the eagle cannon, and thinking about the terrain of the route along Lake Braccano, Alexander broke out in a cold sweat, although he had not seen it with his own eyes, but the thought of being ambushed by an enemy with an artillery gun in such a place would not lead him well.

"Carlo is back, and he has come to see me immediately." Alexander commanded, watching as the soldiers had begun to move the camp east and west into the woods, he took a deep breath of the icy air, which was still mixed with the smell of blood and gunsmoke, and walked towards the woods through the snow.

After being attacked, the camp was no longer suitable for the lake, which would make them a target for the enemy hiding in the shadows of the woods, but because it was not clear whether the enemy would attack again, they had to borrow the edge of the woods as much as possible to prevent it.

"The nimble rangers should be able to solve this dilemma, and even track the enemy's movements, but it seems unlikely at this time."

Looking at a musketeer walking deeper into the woods with a few spearmen, Alexander thought to himself.

The camp on the banks of the river had not been completely dismantled, and the few tents that had been left were used to house the wounded soldiers, who could no longer follow the march, and in addition to ordering the lightly wounded to stay and care for the seriously wounded, he sent messengers to Rome as soon as possible to inform Caesar of the attack on the way.

Now he was not too worried about whether the attackers were Caesar or Giovanni's men, although the origin of the enemy might have worried him more, but at least at this time he could safely ask Rome for help.

And he left these lightly wounded behind, and there were more important things for them to do.

That artillery.

When Charles VIII first invaded Italy, he carried more than 100 artillery pieces of various types to help, and although many of these cannons were either captured by the coalition forces or lost on the way to retreat before they could be used, they were still powerful enough to deter the enemy.

Even now, on the outskirts of Piedmont, it is said that the French army still relies on the deterrent power of the few remaining artillery pieces to make the coalition forces afraid to attack easily.

If the knights in armor still have a long and short courage in the face of muskets, but in the face of powerful artillery, it is enough to make many brave soldiers timid.

So of course, Alexander would not give up this cannon easily, and it was obviously impractical to continue with it, so he decided to leave this cannon and bring it back to Rome with the wounded when the Romans came.

Alexander had already figured out that maybe this cannon would help him a lot.

It was getting brighter, and although the night had not rested, the team still seemed very excited, and many of the Agri did not take the time to sleep like the experienced mercenaries, but held their weapons all night and waited for the possible next battle, but until the sky was completely bright, the enemy did not reappear.

Carlo still did not return, but Alexander could not wait any longer for him, and after a few musketeers sent as outposts reported that nothing unusual had been found, Alexander ordered the troops to follow the river bank and advance cautiously upstream.

Lake Bracciano resembles a big bowl in the middle, with a rugged path along the shore in the middle and a steep hill on the other side.

Alexander had already seen the map of this place when he was on the road before, but when he saw the terrain of the area with his own eyes, he was still secretly frightened.

The bay that protruded from both ends of the lake seemed to hug the high ground that went deep into the middle of the lake, and if you wanted to cross it, you had to pass the bottom of the bowl, and looking at the hillside that completely controlled the road by the lake, Alexander raised his hand to compare it at the highest point, and from there he drew an arc straight to the road below.

What can a small one-pound cannon do? The answer is simple, if you are lucky, the solid stone projectiles fired by this cannon can directly plow a few bloody alleys from the tightly formed teams crowded on this road, and more importantly, you only need to block both ends of the road so that your people cannot escape, and that cannon alone is enough to make his people suffer.

The two Bohemian horsemen and musketeers quickly ran up the hillside, and when they returned, they brought Alexander news that did not surprise him.

"My lord, someone has stayed here before," the musketeer showed Alexander, holding a burnt stone, "and someone has camped here and raised fires, and we have found something strange. As he spoke, the musketeer gestured with his hand, "It's a platform made of stone, just at the highest point of the hillside." ”

"A simple turret?" Alexander asked.

"It seems," the Bohemian nodded, "but more carefully than the few random piles of stones in the woods by the river, where they probably want to attack us with artillery." ”

Alexander nodded, and although his suspicion had been confirmed, the origin and traces of the enemy were still elusive.

But one thing is certain, at least those who are in command of this team are not just attacking, but actually trying to kill him!

Although he had offended some people in Rome, those people were probably more concerned with how to make his mission fail in order to profit from it, and it would be a bit of a big deal to say that he was not important enough to make a fortune by raising a crowd purely to kill him.

Perhaps the only things that would go to such great lengths to kill him were those related to the name of Giore Mordillo.

The first day's inadvertent deviation from course allowed them to avoid an attack, and when he saw the open view on the hillside, Alexander had to admit that even if he had been more vigilant because he had been following someone and not being ambushed, if he had encountered the enemy head-on here, with the help of the eagle cannon, his men would have inevitably suffered unnecessary losses.

Who is going to kill him?

Alexander took out the oddly shaped dagger again, he vaguely remembered that he had heard of the origin of this weapon, but it had been too long for him to remember.

Perhaps it would be necessary to wait until he returned to Rome to get some news, thinking of the road that Alexander had ordered to pass through the shores of Lake Bracciano.

What mattered, at least, was to open the way to Sanroni, which Alexander knew was important to Caesar as well as to him.