Alexander did not return to the tailor's shop in Osborne, where it was clearly no longer safe.

What Camusi thinks, in fact, he has not fully grasped until now.

Speaking of which, the old man had always been a very smooth man, and Alexander would have thought that there would be no problem with this meeting, only because he could guess that Camus would not easily betray him until the critical moment.

As Alexander himself said, even if he was to be betrayed, he had to find a good buyer, and Florencea did not seem to be a man who could afford to pay that much money.

Camusi's ambitions were always great, as Alexander knew long ago, and when Gomez was killed, he was elected one of the three consuls of the noble council by the frightened Palermo people.

For an old man who is already in his last years, being elected to clean up such a mess is obviously more of an ornament, or if he thinks worse, he may be considered a scapegoat at any time.

Camus, however, showed a surprising skill, not only did he seize the power of Sicily and for a time he really held power, but he also took the opportunity to eradicate dissidents and squeezed out those who opposed him from the noble council, so that by the eve of Flomenza's arrival, he was already a veritable ruler of Sicily.

And even after Flomenza's arrival, he was sure that he was still a Sicilian dignitary, and these methods made him seem to be completely exquisite, but in fact he was not so simple.

Alexander's reason for guessing that he would not betray himself this time was simple, he needed to know how many chips Alexander could come up with to trade with him, and as for which side he would end up betting on after weighing the pros and cons, it was not for Alexander to guess.

Therefore, after leaving the Capuchin monastery, Alexander did not return to the tailor's shop in Osborn, but quickly found a place to hide with his people, and he decided to wait until dawn to leave Palermo for the time being.

Alexander didn't know that his group was being targeted, and he didn't know that it was Clarion.

When it was determined that it was Alexander who was meeting Camus, Kryan was not so anxious to find out.

He knew that Alexander had come to Sicily to rescue the Count of Mordillo, although he didn't expect Alexander to be so bold and go deep into the enemy's territory alone, but thinking about the Duke of Orleans's astonishing move, Cleion didn't seem to be a big deal.

And Clarion was still secretly happy in his heart, originally he was a little unsure about whether he could complete the task, but now that he saw Alexander appear in Sicily, he felt that maybe things were not so troublesome.

It's just that Clian is still a little confused about whether it was Alexander who found the old man Bushedat and them.

He couldn't think of anyone other than Alexandre who would care about rescuing Modillo, or who would know about Modillo's arrest by Flomenza before the news broke.

Krion thought about these things that made him feel strange as well, and then found a house not far from a chamber of commerce where Alexander and his party were hiding.

It was an ordinary-looking chamber of commerce, and a few merchants who were doing some small business in the local area barely used to make a living would naturally not attract anyone's attention, and even if a group of strangers suddenly lived in the chamber of commerce, they would only be considered merchants from other places.

The convenient place of the Chamber of Commerce is here, and strangers can come and go here generously without attracting much attention, and with the exchange of goods from all over the world, all kinds of information can be quickly transmitted to the people in need without leaving a trace.

Alexander didn't trust Camus, and naturally he didn't trust the owners of these temporary hiding places, so his identity here was just a businessman who didn't want others to pay attention to his whereabouts, because he was doing some business related to the Ottomans, so he needed to hide his identity.

There were so many such people that even at the height of tension with the Ottomans, there were people with good hands and eyes who could do business on both sides of the Mediterranean, and it must be admitted that the more often this kind of business became more profitable.

Therefore, the owner of the Chamber of Commerce was very clever enough to give Alexander such a very common name as Giovanni, and for his men with swords and swords, he was thinking of them as the bodyguards of the Giovanni merchant.

Although it was late in the middle of the night, Alexander couldn't sleep after returning to the Chamber of Commerce.

He sent people to watch closely the movements in the streets to determine whether Camus had changed his mind.

When the people sent to the street came back to report to him that they had not seen any troops searching for him, Alexander secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he could not help but secretly wonder in his heart about Camus's plan.

"An ambitious person is usually uneasy, but maybe it's not a bad thing at special times," Alexander said casually to Scheer, who was so excited that he couldn't sleep at all, "Scheer, you know, maybe we're all going to have a windfall." ”

Seeing the Count talking to himself excitedly, Schell stood there a little speechless, he had gradually learned how to be a guard by the side of the lord, most of the time he was of course a living person, but other times he should be a tree, a stone, or a statue that could not speak.

Now, for example, when the lord was with his woman, and perhaps with his sister, Schell had come to understand the position of silence.

"You look a lot like Uliu now, I'll introduce him to you in a while, trust me and you'll become good friends." Alexander waved his hand casually and said to the guards, who didn't seem to hear his exclamations, "But before we can get the Count out." ”

"What are you going to do, my lord?" Schell asked a little worriedly, he is now Alexander's close guard, although he can't compare with Busako, who can lead the hunting guards, but the responsibility of protecting the count has fallen on him, and now he heard the lord say that he wants to rescue the count of Mordillo, which makes Schell a little nervous, he can imagine that if something happens to the count, Her Majesty the Queen of Naples will not be spared easily, and maybe the family in Wallachia may be punished the most severely.

Schell doesn't think he's thinking about it, it's common in the Balkans.

"We have to have someone enter the palace to inquire about it, and it seems that there was a way to do this, but now it seems that it is not so convenient."

Alexander muttered to himself, and then he saw Schell's visibly worried look.

"Do you think I'm going to do it myself?" Alexander asked a little funny, seeing the dull look on Schelle's face without a trace of a smile, he couldn't help but wave his hand, "You are a little too serious Schelle, you should learn from Ulliu on this point, he still knows how to make fun." ”

The look of "I see" on Scheer's face made Alexander groan for a while, as if he wanted to explain something to his court governor, but then he gave up on the plan.

Completely unaware that he had been assigned to the circle of "courtiers" by a certain Balkan mountain dweller, Liliuu was now very busy.

By this time, the governor of the Pisa court and the royal magistrate of Montina had changed out of the servant's outfit he was accustomed to wearing, and replaced it with a set of ornate clothes that were slightly Moorish but completely in line with the Roman aesthetic angle.

The style of this outfit is as follows: a small but somewhat Ottoman turban with a green peacock feather in the center, a knee-length coat embroidered with elaborate and ornate gold silk patterns on the chest and back, a pair of wide trousers, which look more like the hem of a robe, and a pair of expensive cowhide boots presented by the Sultan's envoy Ashulk.

This kind of dress was enough to make Uriu quite noticeable wherever he went, and it saved some of the people who were watching him, and Ulliu didn't seem to want to avoid those who kept an eye on him, especially after he unceremoniously taught a few overly bold guys, who had become much more discouraged.

Ulliu knew that he was now a celebrity in Rome, so he simply gave up the previous small means of stalking and inquiring about news, and walked into the houses of those nobles in a high-sounding manner.

Now, for example, he was struggling his way through the crowd of nobles, trying to avoid the ladies who were obviously deliberately trying to bump into him.

"Look, who's coming," a nobleman standing in the corner chatting with a few friends suddenly frowned and moved his chin at the black dot that was evident in the crowd of whites. ”

"Who's that guy?" A nobleman who had just arrived in Rome in the northern German princedoms asked unexpectedly.

"Who else could it be, if you saw a Moorish swaggering in and out of someone's house, it could only be Ulliu, the Imperial Governor of Montina." Another nobleman said with a little dissatisfaction.

"What, did we invite him as a guest?" Seeing the expressions of these Romans, the Germans were a little confused.

"How is it possible, listen to me, my friend has a piece of advice for you, if you want to stay in Rome in peace, don't provoke that Moor, it's not good to get mixed with him."

"But you see, he seems to be coming to us." The German kindly reminded his companion who was only interested in selling good information to outsiders, and then he showed a helpless expression of "I have already reminded you" to the somewhat stunned Romans.

The Roman nobleman looked at Ulliu, who had already walked not far in front of him, with a heavy face, and he couldn't remember any dealings he had with this Montina courtier, the most important thing was that he was not a great person in Rome.

This is a bit hurtful to say, but in fact, although they say that they don't want to have anything to do with this Moor, these people clearly understand in their hearts that the reason why they have nothing to do with this person is that they are not enough.

"I'm sorry, are you the little Skoop lord of Mantua," Uliu asked politely, seeing that the other party nodded immediately in accord despite his calm face, Uliu bowed slightly with satisfaction, "That's the case, I want to meet your uncle, Lord Skoop, can I?" ”

The nobleman, known as Little Skop, had a tense face, and he noticed that people were looking at him, so he had to keep his voice as low as possible and said, "Whatever you want to do, Imperial Officer, but this is at a banquet, you should visit alone." ”

"I don't think so," said Ulliu, picking up a grape from a plate next to him, stuffing it into his mouth, and then said in a slightly vague tone, "I came to see your uncle when he heard that he was attending your banquet, and I heard that you had invited some other guests." ”

Little Skop's face was even more ugly, but when he noticed that a servant at the staircase leading to the upper stairs not far away made a slight gesture to him, he could only point in that direction helplessly: "If you want to see my uncle, you can follow him." ”

Uliuu smiled, his snow-white teeth striking against the black skin, which aroused the interest of many noble ladies.

Compared to the noisy downstairs, the second floor was much quieter, and the nobles were dividing into circles of different sizes discussing topics of interest to them, but when they saw Ulliu appear at the top of the stairs, people involuntarily stopped and looked at him.

The Roman herald Scoop, who was also a little surprised, also looked at Ulliu who was walking towards him in surprise, the Roman herald who had risen to prominence because he had fallen in love with the rich woman of the Farne family was obviously a little strange why Ulliu appeared at his banquet, although he admired the Count of Montina very much, but he also knew that his identity was actually not suitable for getting too close to Alexander.

Still, Skop greeted the unwelcome guest with a smile.

"It's a misfortune that you're here, Sir, for we have just passed a Romanesque decree here," said Skop, in his usual tone of gag, "according to Roman custom, as the host of the banquet, I have the same authority as the king, so I declare that there shall be no bad news at the banquet to-day." ”

Skop's words immediately caused a chuckle, but all eyes were on Ulliu, and it was clear that in their eyes the Imperial Governor was the one who always brought bad news.

"That's wonderful, I don't think I'll offend the majesty of you, the king of the banquet," Ulliu, showing his snow-white teeth again, saluted Skop first, and then said earnestly, "My lord, I have actually brought you a message on the orders of Maria de Luna, Duchess of Gandino, and Madame has asked me to convey to you her respect for your wife, and at the same time to convey to you that she is grateful for all that you husband and wife have done for her. ”