After leaving the Palazzo des Priests, Kryan went straight back to his home not far from the banks of the Hosa River, a large Saracen-style district and one of the oldest in Palermo, which had already been formed in the Roman period, and it can be said that the entire city was gradually expanded from here.

Clarion's home is not very large, which is very much in line with his current status as an ordinary businessman.

With the exception of a cozy courtyard, the house is divided into two parts by a corridor of columns, with a large main courtyard and two smaller separate rooms in the front for meeting and business, and the courtyard in the back for the Crians' apartments.

Crean has a family of his own.

Unlike Kunto, who wanders around as a wandering merchant, Kryan is a serious merchant with a family and a business, at least in the eyes of outsiders.

Getting married, having children, taking care of business, most of the time, Crian is honest and dutiful.

He was more adept at quietly conducting business that was inconvenient for the priest to intervene in, or negotiating with people who were inconvenient to contact, and as for Kunto's practice of hiding his dagger and crossbow under his cloak all day, Clarion was somewhat disdainful.

Kunto is a fool who can only move roughly, and Clarion has thought so since he was a child, and even though both of them were later reused by the priest, Clarion still considered himself more important than Quinto.

Although he had to leave Palermo for the time being, he was not too worried, and although the new city guard seemed to be chasing the breath he had left behind, he believed that he was cautious enough.

As for the Gombray, Crion was even less worried, although the Greek had almost ruined the whole plan, but the result was still good, and most importantly all the clues that might have aroused suspicion had been cut off.

The French had already left Sicily, and Zioni, who knew the inside story, was also killed at the beginning, as for how Malejo could have strangely appeared in the pyre of the torch ceremony, I believe that the account will be all on the French.

As for hearing that a lot of weapons had been found in Zioni's house, it was nothing, a merchant who tried to murder the former city guard out of jealousy, and finally participated in the conspiracy of the French because of madness, all this was enough.

No one can doubt themselves.

Kryan carefully recalled all his previous actions, and after making sure that there were indeed no traces left, he nodded in satisfaction and continued to pack and pack his luggage.

A boy ran over, and Clarion picked up the child and kissed him a few times, which was his son and the proudest achievement of Clarion's life, and whenever he held his son, he felt that everything he had done before was worth it.

"I'm going to be out for a few days," Clarion said to his wife, who walked in with his son, "I'll have to go find Kunto, you know he's always running around, so I don't know when he's going to be back." ”

Crean's wife was an ordinary Palermo woman, with the usual black hair and black eyes in Sicily, and if you look closely, you might be able to tell traces of her Arab ancestry from generations ago.

"Then you have to be careful on the road, it's not very peaceful everywhere now." The woman was a little worried and said that for her, her husband was a clever businessman, he was very good at business and could always make a lot of money for the family, and most importantly, her husband was a very family-oriented person, there were not many such men, and more people were always spending time outside.

Cleion smiled, he was a well-known slippery man in business, always vigilantly guarding his business for fear of being calculated, and as for doing things for the priest, he was as cunning and even cruel as a fox, but at home he could relax and become a completely different person.

This is also the difference between him and Kunto, who seems to regard being a priest as the only thing in his life, which makes him withdrawn and unsociable.

Creon is different, he believes that he can do a good job of separating the life of an ordinary person from the service of a priest, and he does not want the two things to be confused, let alone affect the other half of his life.

"If Kunto has come back when I'm not at home, let him wait for me at home," Clarion told his wife, "tell him to stop running around, I have something to talk to him." ”

Crion pondered that he should find an opportunity to enlighten his stupid brother, and while it was right to be loyal to the priest, he should also think more about himself.

Walking out into the courtyard, Clarion rolled up a slightly thick shirt and put it on the wagon that had been prepared, and although the weather was already hot, the experience of traveling all year long allowed him to prepare enough things.

When he kissed his wife and children, Kryan felt their strong parting feelings, which made him more determined to enlighten Kunto, although he knew that there might be a quarrel, but Clarion felt that as the only relative in this world, he had an obligation to make Kunto's life better.

Before, their life was too difficult.

Standing at the door of the house, which was not luxurious but rather solid, Clarion hugged his son again, as if unwilling to let him go.

Just then, he heard footsteps in the distance.

The sound of footsteps in walking was of course common, but Crean could hear something unusual in the chaotic but hurried footsteps.

He didn't look back, but looked at his wife who was facing the street, and seeing the strange look on her face, Cryan knew that something was wrong.

There were quite a few people who could be heard from the sound, and more importantly, the footsteps were heavy and continuous, without the slightest sign of pause, and it was clear that these people were not blindly turning around but were coming this way.

Kryan straightened up and took two steps back to separate himself slightly from his family, then smiled at his uneasy wife and children.

"Are you a merchant crean, in the name of the Sicilian Noble Council......"

A man is accustomed to announcing loudly, but before he could finish his words, the Cyan with his back to them acted!

He suddenly reached into the bag that was wrapped in a ball on the carriage, and then he pulled out a slender saber, his body rotated and his arm swept hard, and in the sudden exclamation of the soldiers and the shouts of his wife and children behind him, the throat of the man who was announcing that he had been arrested was suddenly torn, and a piece of blood gushed like an arrow, and Clarion was instantly scarlet!

The honest citizens of Palermo, the slightly slippery petty businessmen, the husband of the Gu family and the kind father, the person with this series of identities, suddenly took off his disguise at this moment and became a terrifying killer.

Before the bloodied body had fallen to the ground, Clarion had already leapt like a bird of prey with outstretched wings and rushed through the Aragonese soldiers who had not had time to react!

With the sword still in its sheath and the spear only halfway up to the sky, the Aragonese soldiers had no idea that this man would not only dare to resist, but would be so bold as not to flee the counterattack.

So when Krion rushed into the crowd and jumped high, the sword in his hand plunged directly into the neck of the previous person, the rest didn't even have time to draw their weapons to parry.

The sharp blade pierced the man's neck, but the neck bone caught in the blade of the sword and could not be pulled out.

Without hesitation, Clarion let go of his hand and pushed the man's face hard, and as the man held his throat and howled back, his other hand had already pulled the sword from the soldier's waist, and with a slash, the long sword stabbed hard into the butt of the horse next to him.

With a neigh, the horse frantically surged forward with four hooves, and the carriage was first shaken by this sudden eruption, and then it was driven to shake from side to side, and the Aragonese soldiers who had just reacted and drew their swords to meet them collided head-on.

The screams immediately rang out from the small street, and the carriage hit the wall and immediately flipped on its side, but the horse, which had gone mad from the pain, desperately dragged the car that was rolling and sweeping through the street and ran forward.

Facing the oncoming Crazy Horse, the two Aragonese soldiers wanted to raise their spears and stab them, but a broken axle on the wagon rolling left and right suddenly swept over, and in the scream of fear from one of the soldiers, the sharp spikes of the broken axle pierced his stomach, and with the great inertia of the carriage swinging, the soldier was taken up and drew a long arc in the air and fell into the Husa River.

The carriage was still running wildly, and the people behind turned and fled in fear, but the carriage did not run over them, and as the force of the shaking increased, the horses were also dragged from side to side by the rolling body behind them, and finally the carriage, which had been in tatters, was thrown off the inclined embankment of the Husa River with the momentum and rushed down, and in the neighing of the horses, the carriage rolled into the river with the horses that had been torn off the embankment.

Crean's wife held her son in horror, and she watched in disbelief as her familiar husband killed several people in an instant, and then he quickly rushed down the road from which the carriage had rushed into a roadside alley.

All the while, Clarion didn't look back at his family.

When Bochum arrived, all he saw was passers-by and soldiers who had been knocked down by carriages in the streets, and a mother and son who were holding their son tightly and with fear in their eyes.

"Ran away?"

In the royal palace, Camus, the ruler of the noble council who heard the news, although slightly surprised, did not appear too angry, and asked him to stand up and walk to the window.

After a slight mutter, Camus waved his hand to the messenger: "Let Captain Bochum arrest this man, there is more important work to be done now than to arrest a suspect in the bloody night." ”

"Are you talking about our upcoming guests?"

A young man standing in front of Camus was slightly bowed, his skin fair and his light blonde hair, which was rare for most Sicilians.

"yes, compared to that, the night of blood is less important."

Camurie took out the open letter from the desk drawer, looked at the intricately patterned coat of arms on the front of the envelope, and opened the letter to look at the contents again.

At the end of the carefully worded letter, a signature leaps into Camus's eyes: Modiglo.