Alexander stood quietly in front of the window and looked at the city of Palermo in the distance, which he had seen from a distance a few years ago, when he first arrived in this era, although Palermo was not a glorious city, but it still gave him a unique atmosphere of this era.

Now it looks a little unremarkable.

Alexander knew it was because he had seen too much of the things of this era.

Alexander once suspected that he might never fit into the times, or that he might try to change what he saw as backwardness and ignorance with the idea that belonged to him.

But after a few years, he unexpectedly found that in addition to relying on some familiar things of this era to be one step ahead of others, his heart is gradually accepting those thoughts and habits of today as he stays for a long time.

It is never the society that changes, but the individual, otherwise he will either become a sinner who stands opposite everyone because of his maverick, or he will become a madman in the eyes of others.

Leonardo da Vinci and Martin Luther can become the darlings of this era and leave their names in history, not only because of their amazing talents and ideas, but also because of their compromise with reality.

Leonardo da Vinci's unique artistic prowess, for example, was more used by the aristocracy, and his talent for mechanical engineering was known for not fully devoting himself to whimsical but very realistic military weapons.

Martin Luther, on the other hand, did cause an earthquake that Christendom had never seen before, but he himself shrewdly stayed away from the center of the storm, and even when the tide of the Reformation, under his guidance, began to sweep across the continent in an unusually violent and even brutal way, he himself stood up to condemn those who were determined to follow him, and then declared that he had never had such radical thoughts.

This is the tactfulness of the people of this era, far more realistic than the imagination of later generations, after all, people like Savonarola are in the minority.

Alexander thought about people and things that didn't seem to have anything to do with him directly, and it might be strange if anyone knew what he was thinking at this time, after all, they didn't seem to have anything to do with him.

But Alexander himself knew that this actually had a lot to do with him.

The arrival of the Aragonese army upset the balance in Sicily, or rather the strange relationship between the two kingdoms of Sicily.

Although no one knows that Ferdinand has long coveted Naples, Gonzalo's dominance in Naples is well known.

Now Gonzalo has once again arrived with his army, and the Neapolitan court has been forced to move to Biliselli, just as a man who has been robbed is forced to leave his family with all his fortunes, while one of his brothers suddenly returns from afar.

There were two ways for this brother of the same clan to drive away the robbers and wait for the master to return all the property, and the other was to take it for himself on the grounds that he had taken it from the robbers and had nothing to do with the original owner.

What Ferdinand would do, Alexander already knew, and he did not hesitate to choose the latter.

For Alexander, what he has to decide now is what he should do for himself.

Martin Luther was generous in his speech, but in the face of danger he did not die for the truth he insisted on, like the martyrs he admired in his early years, but escaped from the Pope with the German nobles who supported him, and then, when he realized that a drastic reform that had erupted because of his enlightenment might pose danger to him, he immediately chose to dissociate himself from those supporters.

However, this did not prevent him from becoming one of the most influential people in European history, and even countless descendants regarded him as a key figure in the beginning of a new era in Europe.

There was a soft knock on the door, and Sher walked in with one of his men.

"Your Excellency, a letter from the tailor Osborne."

Alexander took the letter and looked at it carefully, then he exhaled softly.

Osborne's letter didn't contain much, but it was all that Alexander needed to know now.

Gonzalo, the Venetian emissaries, and the ambiguous Camus were the key figures who would now probably influence Flomensa, the governor of Sicily, and of them, the Madame de la Palazzo, though seemingly unimportant, seemed to see something else in her.

At this time, it was probably possible to continue to talk to the slippery consul, and Alexander thought about it and felt that he was more sure of meeting Camury again than before.

The reason Camusli's sudden change of attitude was only because he was afraid that Gonzalo's Aragonese army would tip the scales in Flomensa's side, and that the cunning old man would definitely not do what was obviously very risky, so he simply expressed his remorse.

He didn't even worry that such a happy repentance would cause the wrath of his collaborators to tell Flomenza about his collusion with the Neapolitans.

Because Camus knew that although he would cause dissatisfaction by doing so, he did not completely close the door to cooperation.

In other words, if there is a way to remove the threat posed by the Aragonese army, then he will continue to cooperate.

So is there a way to convince that man that Gonzalo's army is not a threat and an obstacle to their plans?

Alexander felt that the men mentioned in Osborne's letter should be enough to impress Camus.

The Aragonese army could not have stayed in Sicily from afar, and either the Neapolitan or Ottomans were enough to influence their whereabouts.

In fact, the Aragonic army only stayed in Sicily for a short time, and then they would march to Naples, where there was a French army that had always been equal in strength waiting for them.

And Gonzalo won't be idle for long, because soon he will have to be busy.

"Tell our men and be ready to rescue the Count," Alexander said to his men, "and then the purpose of our coming to Sicily will come." ”

A few locals drove the donkey cart in the direction of the palace, and they were stopped at a low side door, but after some inspection they were allowed to go.

These people were delivering goods to the palace, and the arrival of the Aragonese army increased the burden on the palace a lot, whether it was the supply of various vegetables and wine, or the daily cleaning of those filthy excrements, the additional manpower was enough for many people to find a good livelihood to feed their families.

These tasks are done by the locals, and many people come in and out of the palace every day.

The previous turmoil in Palermo had made Flomenza more protective of the palace, but the number of civilians who had to be allowed to enter and leave the palace every day to feed its people had not decreased, and there were even more of them than before.

Therefore, as the old man Bushdat said, it is not very difficult to enter the palace, but it is not so simple to do something after a strict examination.

Today's royal palace is heavily guarded, and although it can't compare to the big barracks, it is by no means as easy to deal with as it was on the bloody night.

Krion followed the delivery man into the palace, and no one suspected him, and the ordinary-looking man went unnoticed, and when he appeared in the corridor leading to the palace with a basket full of fresh vegetables, no one paid any attention to him except that he was scolded by the guards and hurried in the direction of the kitchen.

So when he cleaned up in the kitchen, Cryan managed to sneak through the small door leading from the kitchen to the back into the palace.

Cleion was still very familiar with the palace, and he had been in and out of it more than once, because he was still a merchant of small status, and he had also gone deep into the back of the palace.

Cleion knew where the prisoners were kept, but according to the old man Bushdart's people, Modillo did not seem to be kept in the dungeon, which made him feel a little embarrassed, but from what he knew about this Norman palace, he could think of several places where such an important prisoner as Modillo could be held.

Cleion walked down an alley behind a separate tower on the façade of the palace, which had been the place where a queen had lived alone in the early years, and later on had been the place where Jeanne, the famous Mahîtress of Anjou, had a tryst with her invitees.

However, it was gradually abandoned, and the subsequent kings of Aragon were reluctant to live in this tower for various reasons, so as the years passed, there were no people here.

Cleion felt that if Flomenza wanted to imprison Mordillo, it should be the best place, remote, safe, and untouched.

Clion knew that Flomenza's seizure of Mordillo was not because he had planned the bloody night unrest in the first place, or that no one knew better than him that it was purely an excuse, because he was among the masterminds in the first place.

Krion walked out of the alley, hid in the shadows and looked at the front door of the tower, and sure enough, he saw two guards.

There had never been any guards here, and Clarion said to himself, knowing that he was probably in the right place.

Clarion looked up at the sky, there was a reason why he had entered the palace at this time, and soon he saw a servant coming with a tray full of food, it was time for dinner.

Watching the servant enter the tower, Kryan looked around, and found that the tower was actually well placed, and that its secluded environment, far from the center of the palace, was indeed suitable for trysts, but it was also suitable for hiding a prisoner.

What Flomenza is doing in Aragon now has too much to do with this Mordillo, and that's why he has to be more careful.

Kryan looked around carefully, he needed to make sure that nothing happened during the operation, he never considered himself a brave soldier, although he had a good killing skill, he preferred not to use it as much as possible.

Several figures appeared not far ahead, which caught the attention of the two guards at the door, who looked over to the men and began to ask as they got closer.

One of them seemed to be drunk, and the strong smell of wine was coming to him, and his companions dragged him with some difficulty, and when they came not far away, they seemed to stop to rest, and the soldier's questioning seemed to make the drunk man very uncomfortable, and he simply crouched on the ground and retched heavily.

"For God's sake, can any of you tell us where to find water." One of these people was a little impatient and said, "We're going to get him some water so he can go back to sleep." ”

"What's wrong with him?" One of the guards looked at the man who was squatting on the ground with some disgust, as if he was about to vomit out all the gastric juice.

"I drank too much, and speaking of Sicilian wine is the best I've ever drunk, we used to drink bad wine." The man who asked for water shook his head, "But he doesn't look good, we have just been called into the city defense army, I don't want to be driven away because I drank too much alone, so help me tell me where to find water." ”

The guards shook their heads a little pitifully and contemptuously, the city defense army was not having a good time as their captain Bochum now, the governor obviously trusted the team of Aragonese brought by himself, and kept reducing their expenses for the city defense army, so many people had to leave the city defense army, which is why Bochum needed to recruit a large number of men.

Some of them pointed in the direction and told the men that there was a well, and then the two guards urged the city guards to leave quickly.

The men walked away with their swaying companions, leaving only two guards muttering curses at the stench of the drunkard's vomiting everywhere.

The corners of his mouth curled as he looked at the backs of the men, and he recognized them as the ones who had followed Bochum out of the village where Alexander had been hiding.

It was clear that they had infiltrated the palace, but it was not known if they had determined that this was the place where Mordillo was being held, or if they were still searching for it like him.

If those people want to rescue Modillo, then they should not hesitate to be cautious, and they should not dare to act rashly until the precise point of Modillo's detention is determined, because if they find the wrong place and arouse Flomensa's alarm, they will lose the opportunity to do it next time.

However, Cyrian was almost certain that the tower should be held by Count Mordillo, not only because he was surprised that there had never been guards here, but more importantly, Cyrian knew that for Flomenza, Count Mordilo was certainly his tool to help Ferdinand eradicate dissidents, but it also caused him a lot of trouble.

Florencea was Ferdinand's favorite, but not Isabella's, because of the turmoil he caused in Castile, and there were many Castilian nobles who wanted the queen to exert influence on Ferdinand.

Thinking like this, Krion couldn't help but touch his belt, it was empty, and the short sword that was originally hidden there was not brought into the palace, but this was difficult for Krion.

Looking at the tower, he was sure that Mordillo was locked up here.

So when will those people come to the rescue of Mordillo? Kryan thought about it, then decided to wait for the moment.

In the tower, the servant placed the tray in front of Count Mordillo, and then turned away in silence.

The Count did not move, and waited until the sound of the door being locked, and listened for a while before he picked up the wooden spoon.

Mordillo ate a few bites at random, but his eyes looked carefully at the door, and after making sure that no one was watching, he carefully removed the plate containing a fish on the tray.

A note was revealed, with only a few sentences on it: "Beware, someone is trying to kill you!" ”