Historically, Michelangelo has been known for centuries as a master sculptor and is regarded as one of the three masters of the Renaissance, but in addition to his extraordinary talent in sculpture, his extraordinary achievements in the history of architecture, especially in the study of ancient architectural history in Italy, are rarely mentioned.

Even when Alexander first met Michelangelo, he was completely fascinated by the unique "style" of "Xiaomi", and never thought that this person would have too much intersection with him, let alone what use it would be.

But now Alexander can't help but admit that this future three-star figure has helped him too much.

Combined with Michelangelo's sketches of Norman architecture and the archaeological results of the archaeological excavations of the ancient buildings excavated in Palermo in later generations, Alexander had already drawn a map of this Norman architecture in his mind that was more detailed than Michelangelo's drawings.

Two openings in different directions are in front of you, one leading to the Cathedral of the Assumption and the other to the Royal Palace.

Alexander even remembered some of the details of the underground tunnels that he had seen later on his tour of the Sicilian royal palace, because he had gone to some quieter places out of curiosity, and he happened to bump into a couple making out in a secluded corner, which was quite embarrassing for all three.

Because of this, Alexander remembered that the tour guide later reminded all tourists very seriously, because this underground labyrinth is too complicated, even if professional archaeologists are not prepared, they dare not easily go into the depths to avoid getting lost, so they ask everyone to follow the signs as much as possible, rather than acting individually.

"I'll go to the cathedral." The bald mercenary said without hesitation, his eyes flashed with a cunning light, which did not resemble his rugged appearance.

Alexander nodded, he knew that the bald head chose this because the cathedral had a huge wealth accumulated over the years, although the palace also had countless gold and silver, but compared to the cathedral, it was dwarfed by the cathedral, not to mention that the cathedral was full of priests, although they had to face the enemy on their own and could not be helped, but compared to wealth, the mercenaries were more willing to eat alone.

As he spoke, Osborne had already shouted to the Aragonese soldiers who came with him to the entrance to the cave in the direction of the palace, for the tailor everything he had came from the palace, if something happened to Gomez, then he would fall with him, the tailor knew very well what he was like in the eyes of the people of Palermo, although years of caution made him not worry that he would be hanged once the palace minister fell, but once he had no backer, just think about the creditors who had defaulted on his various debts coming to the door, it was enough for him to sweat on his head.

Alexander was also going to the palace, and he was not very worried about whether the bishopric would be attacked, since Alfonso had decided to cooperate with the French, not only the bishopric, it was estimated that even Pope Alexander VI, who was far away in Rome, did not care about him, but he didn't know what benefits the French promised him, so that not only did he not hesitate to be an enemy of the Holy See, but even his own family in Aragon betrayed.

Alexander remembered that Osborne had said that Alfonso was from a prominent family in Aragorn, and that his family was very powerful, but at this time he didn't bother to ask about this.

The passage leading to the palace was apparently formed over many years with the gradual transformation of these ancient buildings, and some places were not even underground, but some kind of rather hidden passages slowly formed between the gaps between the different styles of buildings of different eras, and the sky was so dark that not a single star could be seen from the narrow walls on both sides, which could only be passed sideways by a single person.

"Did you hear anything?" Osborne asked Alexander, who was following him, uneasily, he had heard shouts in the wind more than once, as if something terrible was happening somewhere in the distance, but because he was in the semi-underground corridor between the two large palaces, he couldn't hear what was happening, "Could it be that those people have already attacked the palace?" Osborne asked worriedly.

"I don't know, but there seem to be a lot of people." Alexander was also somewhat concerned, he didn't expect the French to dare to play so big, and only now did he know why Orleans would suddenly run to Sicily like a convulsion.

One did not hesitate to attack the bishopric, and the other even directly sent people to attack the palace of Sicily and attack the palace minister.

Regardless of who hooked up with him and Alfonso first, these two people were really bold.

One of the soldiers in front raised his weapon, and the line stopped, by this time the road had widened slightly, but the trend was also clearly upward, and the distance was about to be near the palace.

Alexander walked to the front and was surprised to see a man lying on the ground, and when he saw the man's face clearly, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Mr. Zioni, husband of Madame Niodora.

"He's alive."

As he spoke, the soldier grabbed Zioni's tight collar and tugged at it, and Monsieur Zioni let out a heavy gasp of breath from his throat.

"It seems that you are not very lucky, Mr. Zioni," Osborne looked at the man with a gloomy face, "I really underestimated you before, I didn't expect you to have something to do with this, you were the one who did it last time you had something to do with that in your house, right?" ”

"Joker, slut," Zioni said because of his injury, but he still struggled, "Can you imagine the anger of a husband, the anger of a man!" ”

"You're a man now," Osborne snorted disdainfully, "tell me what's going on, how many of you are in the palace?" ”

Zioni coughed and laughed, and blood began to foam in his mouth: "A lot, we have a lot of people, so many that you can't imagine, the whole of Palermo is our people." ”

"Shut up, you coward," Osborne shook by the shoulders of Zioni, ignoring his injuries, and shouted out the Aragonese vernacular, which he hadn't spoken in years, "say what I want to hear, tell me where your men have gone, or I'll kill you." ”

"They're going to find the palace minister, and his wife," Zioni's mind gradually blurred, his head drooped limply, and his mouth came out in a slurred voice, "Niodora, I don't forgive you, I'll go to hell to find you, you ......"

Osborne pushed away Zioni's heavy body, he was a little anxious, though he didn't know how this unfortunate husband could have died here, but thinking about what he said, and then thinking about the disturbing confusion of the voices he heard, the tailor's head was soaked with sweat.

Alexander was also anxious, and Zioni's last sentence made him uneasy, and he thought that Sophia was in the palace, as if she was still by the side of the palace minister, and his palms were sweaty, and his heart was beating violently.

The road ahead went straight up, and after a few steps up the narrow, spiraling staircase around a stone pillar, the fierce shouts were clearly audible.

"God, rebellion?" Osborne's face was pale, and the short sword he held in his hand trembled as if he were nodding.

If it weren't for worrying about Sophia, Alexander might have replied jokingly: "No, Your Majesty, it's a revolution." ”

But now he was not in the mood, listening to the shouts and shouts outside, and the faint sound of weapons colliding, Alexander's heart was in a hurry, he pushed the people in front of him up the stairs, and saw the light that had leaked from the end of the stairs and the shadows that kept shaking, Alexander shouted: "Rush out!" ”

When faced with confusion, people always have a tendency to blindly obey, Alexander's cry caused the Aragonese to instinctively rush forward, and when the first person broke through the thick secret door and rushed out, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

The originally gorgeous palace was in a mess at this time, several hideous-looking men were waving their swords to kill the people who were hiding around, and when they saw the Aragonese who suddenly rushed out of the secret passage, one of the gangsters raised something from a distance, and before the soldier could react, there was a muffled thunderous sound of "bang", accompanied by the rising smoke, the Aragonese only felt a black shadow pass in front of him, and as the hat flew away, the right half of his face was in sharp pain, but there was a short scream behind him!

The soldier looked back in astonishment, only to see that as soon as the unfortunate ghost who rushed out after him showed his head, he was hit with a musket, and his head was covered with blood, and he fell to the ground and groaned.

The sudden attack made the previous soldiers stop in fright, but then he found that only one of the people on the opposite side was busy reloading with a musket, and he immediately shouted, raised his sword and took the lead in rushing towards those people!

By the time Alexander came out of the secret passages, the Aragonese soldiers had already engaged those who had invaded the palace.

Everywhere there were people fighting each other, and both sides could not even see friend and foe in the dark night, so they rushed forward by instinct, and then fought each other with swords and short spears.

At this time, shouts were heard from outside the palace, and people could be faintly heard shouting: "Palace! Palace! ”

No one knows how it spread, but when the chaotic trampling crowd finally slowed down, someone in the crowd began to shout "Omen!" Punish! And "There is heresy hidden in the palace!" "That's the kind of thing you say.

If it were a normal time, perhaps this seemingly childish provocation would not have done much, after all, it was not the most ignorant of those years, and Sicily was not Aragon or Castile.

But the sudden appearance of the living in the coffin of the fire and the terrible trampling that followed drove everyone into madness.

Perhaps to escape from the horrific sight they had seen, or simply to find an excuse to disguise themselves for their panicked selfishness and even cruelty in order to trample on others while fleeing for their lives, many people immediately cried out, and more and more people rushed towards the closed gates of the palace.

The fighting inside the palace became more and more intense, and the enemies who had sneaked into the palace had been completely strangled with the Aragonese soldiers.

Alexander walked through the palace and ran wildly along the corridors, and a gangster who tried to block him just raised his weapon, not wanting to see a flower in front of him, and Alexander, who was in a hurry, used the short sword as a flying knife and smashed him on the forehead!

"Sophia!"

Alexander's shouts echoed through the palace.

Although the entire palace was in a panic due to the accident in the square, making it easier to sneak attack, there were still enough guards in the palace.

It's just that it was so unexpected that many soldiers died before they even understood what was happening.

The sneak attack was successful at first, and when the sudden appearance of the enemy began to kill people in the palace, Gomez even thought that a few people who were rioting outside the palace had broken in.

Although he was a little surprised, he did not panic, but ordered the guards around him to arrest these "madmen" as soon as possible.

But with the roar of muskets not far away, he realized that something might not be right, but it was already a little late.

Before Gomez could understand what was happening, Gomez blocked him and the two remaining guards at the entrance to a gallery, and the two soldiers had only time to sandwich the palace in the middle, clinging to the stone pillars and retreating into the gallery, and then they were surrounded by the men.

"I'm Sicilian Palazzo Gomez!"

Gomez shouted loudly, he didn't mean to remind the other party of his honorable status, from the moment these people appeared, he realized that he had guessed wrong, it was obvious that they were here to kill him, he just shouted so that the guards from other places could come and save him as soon as possible.

But his shout was not exchanged for the help of the guards, but a few gangsters who were originally running to other places rushed towards him when they heard the sound.

What horrified Gomez even more was that he heard two of the gangsters shouting in French.

French, actually French!

Fear made Gomez's whole body tremble at this moment, he did not expect a sudden attack by the French on the Sicilian royal palace, and even more terrifying, he saw that several people had already run to the backyard, where his wife and children were staying.

"Don't, don't hurt my family!"

Gomez let out a cry that was almost pleading, but he was answered by the figures in the distance who had broken into the courtyard, and the terrified screams that followed from the courtyard.

"Lord!"

Gomez slammed forward despite the guards' resistance, and then he suddenly paused, looked down at the half-submerged blade in his chest, and then tilted and fell to the ground.

Gomez, the palace minister of the Kingdom of Sicily, was killed!