Several pale and trembling villagers stood in a row in the long room.

It was their first time in Madrid, and their first time in a big city, but a terrible fate awaited them.

In addition to those who were killed on the spot by the search team, the men of Heitan Village, including the village chief, were escorted to Madrid.

For this, the search team in Madrid paid no small price.

After confirming the whereabouts of Juana and the others, the search party sent people to ask for help from the other comrades who had been discharged, and at the same time, they quickly covered up the traces of those from Barrialidot who had been killed before, and carefully hid in the village.

But even so, they leaked their whereabouts.

In order to transport the remains of Juana and others back to Madrid, the search team and the Barrialidodians, who had come to hear the news because they had discovered something strange in the vicinity, launched a brutal chase and massacre.

By the time the Barriaridods finally discovered what was going on near the village, not far from the port of Segovia, and sent a large army to investigate what had happened, the search party had already crossed the port of Segovia with their "booty" and fled to the area controlled by the Madridians.

In this way, the whereabouts of Juana were naturally revealed, but the Barriridods did not know that the people of Madrid had taken away several corpses in coffins.

But of course, this will not be hidden for long, and as the coffins enter Madrid, a real storm is inevitable.

The villagers were escorted to the palace, the first time they had walked into such a luxurious place, and they had no idea where they were because of their panic.

All they knew was that when they saw them, the people around them erupted in terrible rage, and the nobles, who were well-dressed and looked noble, pounced on them like the most savage mobs.

If it weren't for the desperate efforts of the guards to stop them, maybe they wouldn't have had time to be sent to the young nobleman in front of them, and they would have been torn to shreds by those angry people on the way.

Of course, these villagers didn't know how many of those nobles were really angry, and how many were just for show, and they just did their part as courtiers, but some of them still lost their lives because of it.

And unfortunately, it was the village chief who was killed in the chaos.

"You murdered those poor people."

The young nobleman's voice was calm, but the more this happened, the more uneasy the villagers became, they already knew what terrible fate awaited them, but they still hoped for a miracle with some luck.

"Sir, we didn't harm them with our own hands...... one villager plucked up the courage to defend himself.

"But you watch them die," Alexander interrupted, "or you did it on purpose, yes, you know that the road is dangerous, the road has been eroded over the years, and the mud ditch has collapsed, and you can know what it would be like for a carriage to walk on it, so you don't have to do anything, just stand there and watch." ”

Alexander said quietly, his tone was always calm and did not fluctuate, as if he was talking about a small matter, but his words made everyone who heard it feel a chill rise from the bottom of their hearts.

"Think about it, they fell into that deep ditch, and the mud and sand around them kept pouring down, pouring into the cart and gradually drowning their bodies, and they desperately crawled out, and maybe they begged you for help, but you just stood there and watched the poor people look at the poor people, watching them struggle, crying out in despair, and maybe the curse they put on you before they died, and then they were drowned alive in the muddy water."

Alexander said slowly, the whole hall was so depressed that it was almost breathless, someone pulled the collar with difficulty as if to catch his breath, but seeing the motionless appearance of the other people around him, he couldn't help but slowly put his hand back.

"You are guilty," Alexander raised his tone slightly, he calmly looked at the villagers in front of him, whether it was out of necessity or the actions of these people, he did not hesitate to give the sentence that was about to be handed down, but for some reason he was a little speechless looking at these people, "You will be sentenced to beheading, your heads will be used for public display, your bodies will be burned, and you will go to hell forever for the crimes you have committed." ”

"I want to repent!" A villager suddenly shouted, he ignored the pull of the guards next to him and jumped forward desperately, "I want to find a priest, I don't want to go to hell, you have no right to judge my soul, God will forgive me!" ”

Alexander looked at him and shook his head, his voice still calm, but it seemed undoubted: "You will not be forgiven, because even the Pope will not be able to free you from the soul of the crimes you have committed, because you do not know who you murdered." ”

Hearing Alexander's words, the man couldn't help but be stunned, he couldn't stop struggling and looked at the young nobleman opposite.

"You have murdered your queen and her husband, Prince Philip, son of Emperor Maximian, and the queen's most trusted priest, the chief inquisitor of the Inquisition, the priest Tongo Mada, whom God has sent to punish heresy and evil, and you have sinned against God."

Alexander's words dashed the villagers' last hopes, and they stared blankly at the man who had announced their fate, and then one of them suddenly let out a cry of horror, and his body collapsed to the ground, and a foul smell came from the floor beneath him.

"You are not heretics, so you will not be burned at the stake, and you are destined to die at the stake for your crimes, and this is the punishment you deserve, and this is the punishment I give you according to the laws of Castile and the authority given to me by the nobles," Alexander slowly stood up, and under the gaze of the people around him, he looked condescendingly at the villagers who were pressed to the ground, "I am George Mordilo Astamara, cousin of Queen Juana, prince of Castile. ”

The trial is over, but in fact it is just a form from beginning to end, but for many people, it has an extremely important role and far-reaching significance.

For the first time, Alexander officially appeared before the Castilian nobles as a prince of Castile, a step of great significance for both Alexander himself and the nobles who participated in his meeting.

From this moment on, Alexander will completely throw aside all disguises, excuses and disguises, and he will appear as the closest heir to the throne of Castile after the death of Juana.

This meant that he inevitably competed with Juana's children for the throne, a scene that reminded many of me of the war between Isabella and Juana for the throne.

The history is so similar that it seems that everything just lingers in place and never takes a real step.

The execution after the trial was carried out as Gonzalo had hoped, with him acting as the supervisor of the execution.

Alexander knew that Gonzalo was ending his long-standing relationship with Isabella in this way.

Since then, the descendants of Astamara of Gonzalo de Córdoba and Isabella have nothing to do with each other.

The execution took place in the royal palace, as news of the murder of Juana and his wife finally spread.

The people of Madrid were completely stunned by this terrible situation, and people first asked each other "This is not true", and after receiving more and more affirmative answers, people began to cry loudly.

Many people start to do all kinds of crazy things out of anger, and some people even mutilate their bodies in extreme ways, as if it is all because of their own fault.

The Madrid aristocracy began to panic, they could not imagine that Juana would have such an influence among the common people, but they soon understood what was going on.

The death of two Castilian queens in a very short period of time is truly shocking.

The populace believed that this was God's punishment of Castile, or at least the Astamara family.

Soon, however, people heard another rumor that made it even more difficult for them to accept.

"The queen was killed, but not by those lowly villagers, but by someone who had wanted her life for a long time."

Once such a message spreads, the anger of the people can be imagined.

They asked loudly who were the murderers who uttered this terrible guess?

And the answers they received were ambiguous, but so clear.

"Haven't you heard of the queen being imprisoned before?"

"If the queen dies, who will get enough benefits?"

"Why did the queen leave her Barriaridot suddenly, and even run away desperately with her husband and the priest?"

"I heard that Prince Philip is in poor health, but that's it, they would rather escape from Valaridod, so what are they afraid of?"

People ask questions, but they get only rhetorical questions.

But these rhetorical questions are so clearly aimed at a certain person.

Ferdinand!

Even if no one actually says the name, even the uninformed general knows who people are suspicious of.

And this suspicion does not need proof, not even whether it is justified or not, it is enough for people to know that there is a person who has the reason and the ability to do these terrible things.

The people of Madrid, boiling with anger!

Even the nobles of Madrid could not have imagined the terrible scene of a frenzy when they saw the angry crowd rushing to the palace!

It was as if nothing could stop them, and any obstacle that tried to stand in their way would be mercilessly torn apart, trampled on, and crushed to dust!

This is the power of the people, and it is the terrible destructive power that an angry people can erupt in.

The nobles not only did not dare to stop it, but they did not even dare to appear in front of the people.

Because the civilians at this time are the most angry and irrational, and when they are completely ignited by anger, all they can think of is to destroy everything.

They will think that all the nobles are colluding with Ferdinand, and they don't need a reason for this, but just want to take the opportunity to vent all the dissatisfaction and anger in their hearts.

So they can't tell the difference between friend and foe at all, so that even their supporters can become pitiful victims of their anger.

However, when the people came to the outside of the palace, they were stopped by the prepared guards.

Sophisticated knives, guns, armor, muskets, and cannons.

When these armed to the teeth appeared in the eyes of the people, the angry people seemed to calm down a little.

Then there were shouts at the palace, demanding that the mayor and General Gonzalo, who was said to be in the palace, come out and tell everyone the truth, and even more so that they hand over to them the murderers of the queen's family.

Amid the incessant shouts of the populace, Don Bandraz appeared.

The mayor of Madrid begged the people to calm down with humility that he had never seen before, beckoned to them incessantly, and then confirmed the speculation in a sad tone to the respected citizens who had been elected to speak with him.

"The Queen was murdered by those men, and now her poor soul has gone to heaven, which is God's arrangement, but believe me to grieve as you do."

The mayor suddenly became strong again, and he called the men to announce: "But fortunately, His Highness George Modilo Astamara has done justice to the poor queen, and His Highness has felt that the men have been beheaded, and that General Gonzalo himself has carried it out." ”

The mayor's explanation eased the anger of the citizens somewhat, but even then the people were still furious.

In particular, the ordinary people who were standing farther away did not get catharsis because of the results after hearing the words that came from above, but on the contrary, they were even more angry because they were not able to punish the criminals with their own hands.

"Mastermind! We need to know who the mastermind is! Someone suddenly shouted in the crowd, "Is it that person, is it that he murdered the queen's family?!" ”

This question startled Don Banderaz.

While Juana's unexpected death could have given them unexpected benefits, Don Banderaz knew that it was a double-edged sword.

When you use this sharp sword to stab your enemies, you can hurt yourself at any time.

So he knew that he had to draw the attention of the people to where they needed it as soon as possible, and by this time he had no time to consult with Alexander, who was in the palace.

What to do?

Juan Fernando Don Bandraz's head instantly broke out with sweat!

He knew that the decision he was going to make next could affect the fate of the entire Banderaz family.

Whether to become the future upstart of Castile, or to bring shame on the family name, or even the entire family to ashes, this moment of struggle is almost like a torment for Don Banderaz.

Don Banderaz then almost forgot what he was talking about, his ears were ringing, his whole body was faintly numb with excitement, he didn't know that it was the result of the adrenaline rush, but he clearly heard the roar of rage caused by his words.

"Punish the mastermind! Go to Barriaridod! Punish the mastermind! Go to Barriaridod! ”

The shouts of the people rose higher and higher, and finally someone stood up and began to call on the people: "Go and petition, go and petition Prince Chauel, please take us to Barriaridud to punish the murderer!" ”

First a few people, then someone joined, and then more and more people started shouting along!

Don Bandraz, who was still excited, narrowed his eyes slightly, he didn't know if all this was being manipulated by someone in secret, but looking at the emotions of the people being aroused, he suddenly secretly rejoiced in his decision just now.

If he chooses to remain silent or hesitate at that moment, then his fate may change dramatically.

But now that these assumptions no longer exist, he made the right choice.

Now all he needs to do is do everything he can to help Alexander and himself achieve those dreams.

The cry of the people could not be disobeyed, especially when almost the entire city was in a state of extraordinary exaltation, so Alexander soon appeared on the walls of the palace in response to the shouts of the people.

When the mayor of Madrid stood on his left and Gonzalo on his right, the excited crowd first wondered what to do next, and then someone in the crowd erupted in a shocking shout: "Long live the king!" ”

The shout briefly stunned the Madridians, and then someone shouted as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Isabella has died, Juana has also suffered an accident, who else is in the Astamara family today?

It was impossible for Enrique's daughter Juana to inherit the throne of Castile, and Juana's children were questioned, at least at this time, because of Ferdinand.

Who else?

Don Banderaz breathed a sigh of relief, and he noticed that Gonzalo, who was standing on the other side of Alexandria, seemed to be the same as him, while the three nobles and the others who were standing a little further away could not hide their excitement at this time.

A difficult step has finally been taken, and then they only need to go down this road, as long as fate does not play the biggest joke on them, what awaits them will be incomparably brilliant.

"Don't worry, Mayor," Alexander said suddenly, as if he had guessed Don Bandraz's thoughts, although he had been looking at the people below and not looking back, "His Majesty the Pope will soon be in Madrid, and believe me, he will surprise you even more." ”

Alexander's words made Don Banderaz reluctant to go to the Bishop of Madrid, who was standing beside him, and it was only then that he suddenly realized that Alexander, although he valued the local nobility, did not seem to care so much about the bishop.

This was obviously not normal, and it was impossible for the Bishop of Madrid to be so neglected unless he had greater reliance on the Church.

Thinking of Alexandria again Speaking of Pope Alexander VI's imminent arrival in Madrid, a thought suddenly crossed Don Bandraz's mind.

Alexander wants the Pope to be permanent in Madrid!

Or is he going to turn the city into another Vatican?!

At this moment, the feeling of numbness in his whole body from being too excited came back again, and Don Banderaz even felt that his movements of waving his hand down became stiff.

Isabella's ambition to make Castile another Christian shrine has long been known to many nobles, and many people have offered various "miracles" and "auspiciousness" to show their loyalty.

This even influenced her daughter, Maria, to be enthusiastic about it when she arrived in Portugal.

But now, the Duke of Rome Thessia simply wants to install a pope in Castile, and then turn Madrid into another Vatican.

It's just that this means is enough to prove that the ambitions of this Castilian prince are in no way inferior to Isabella.

"Your Highness, what should we do next?" Don Banderaz asked in a low voice, not flattering, but earnest.

"Next," Alexander turned his head slightly to the northwest, "marching to Vallidotus. ”

When Alexander announced his decision to his new ministers, about 100 miles away, the horse-mounted Zhisa was looking into the distance.

The Iberian sun had tanned her fair skin a pale sun, but it made her look healthier and more lively.

At this time, Jisha held a horsewhip inlaid with a large tortoiseshell grip in her hand, and with a wave of her hand in the air, the horsewhip flashed with the sound of the wind, and Jisha gave an order to her army: "March to Vallaridus!" ”

Then, a shallow smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

"Dear brother, I'm here."