Although the city of Calibo is small, it has been the front line of monitoring the eastern threat since ancient Roman times, and there are some ancient ruins.

Hoasan Folgazi Ashulk lived in one of the oldest buildings in the city, the Municipal Palace.

The Municipal Palace was a lavish courtyard built by Arab merchants at great expense in the early years, and the typical Arabic style of the house seemed to be out of tune with other buildings in the neighborhood, and the French who occupied Sicily tried to demolish it, but eventually it became the office of successive Calibo officials.

There was no way to put Ashulk in the Municipal Palace, and the fear of the Ottomans was actually directly proportional to their curiosity, and the people were nervous about these eastern conquerors at the same time, but they also tried to approach this person with extremely strong curiosity, which made the officials of the Kalibo very worried about what would happen, so they simply put the Ottoman in the Municipal Palace, at least there would be no major problems under their noses.

Ashulk did not mind this arrangement, and besides himself, he was accompanied by several of his attendants in the Municipal Palace, and even the officials could not help but look at the Ottoman nobleman with curious eyes, watching the Moors and Negroes treat their masters with respect and humility.

In the eyes of the Kalibo, Ashulk is a typical example of the Ottoman aristocracy, arrogant, arrogant, cruel but with the luxury and elegance that they envy, so whenever Ashulk appeared in the hall, looking at this Eastern nobleman who came in front of the servants, although the Kalibo people secretly scolded "heretics die", but they involuntarily moved their steps to make way for him to be wide enough.

Ashulk did not take these European disagreements to heart, and for him the Calibo was only a trivial stop on his long journey, waiting for the ship to replenish enough supplies before leaving.

A somewhat familiar figure appeared in the distance, and Ashulk, who was walking through the courtyard, stopped, and the servant with a low stool beside him immediately placed the stool behind him, and the other servant spread a thick velvet cushion on it, so that the old man would not feel panicked under his ass when he sat down.

Of course, these actions once again caused the Calibo people who were secretly watching this scene all around, and people could not help but envy the extravagance of this oriental nobleman even in his every move, but Ashulk obviously did not mean to sit down, he looked at the man, and immediately recognized it as the old sailor named Jonini.

Jonini was the head sailor of the Groganin's ship, but Ashulk had heard that this man had had a disgraceful history before, but it was not a big deal, as sailors from almost all over the world had a disgraceful past.

He noticed Giannini because the old sailor was in a hurry, and he had an indescribable look on his face.

Excited, confused, curious, and a little frightened, Ashulk felt that this man's expression was too rich now, and that even if he looked at it in broad daylight, it would make people feel a little worried.

Sure enough, when Giannini stood in front of a small employee of the Municipal Palace, although he tried his best to calm himself, the look made the other party a little uneasy.

"Don't look at me like that, I just drank two more glasses." Giannini tried to reassure him, but he didn't seem to be successful.

"The last time you said you had two more drinks and then ran away to become a mercenary, and then came back almost 10 years later," the man muttered, "I don't care what you're going to do, but don't get in trouble." So saying, he raised a hand to his face and whispered, "That man, that pagan, here he is." ”

Giannini nodded casually and said impatiently, "I'd like to see some records, just records about the number of people in the monastery." ”

"What do you want to see what that one does," the petty officer asked suspiciously.

"Would you believe me if I said I was going to give a monastic robe to every monk?" As he spoke, Giannini casually placed a florin on the table.

"It seems that you have made a fortune," said the petty officer, who put the gold coins in his pocket, and then turned to leave, and after a while walked back with a large leather clip, "God will reward you for your piety." ”

Without saying a word, Giannini opened the clip and began to examine the records on it, his breathing increasing as his thick fingers slid across the vicissitudes of the page, until finally his fingers rested on the two records of the February 1496 column that had just been issued.

"On February 17, 1496 A.D., Giorre Mordillo was disqualified as a monk......"

"A young man named Alexandre Giulian Cambrai was taken in......"

Looking at the two lines of small print recorded on the same day, Giannini's heart kept beating, he was sure that he had not seen the record of Mordillo's written death, nor of the fact that Alexander was no longer of a member of the abbey, but he was sure from the conversation with the man who pulled the waterwheel that he had never met a man named Giorgio Modillo, and he did not even know that such a person was in charge of the monastery's dungeon.

"Perhaps......" Gioni gasped and pondered as he thought about the abbot's strange behavior.

He hadn't seen anything in the dark that day except two vague shadows, but now he felt like he was almost figuring out what was going on.

Giannini didn't know why he was so interested in this matter, he just had a feeling that there was some big secret behind this matter, and more importantly, when he saw Alexander again, he was surprised that this young man had not only somehow become a lighthouse keeper, but also a beautiful and jealous bohemian girl by his side.

Giannini could not forget the thrilling scene when he almost killed Sofia on the ship bound for Naples, although the appearance of Grogenin, as the owner of the ship, also made him suffer, and even almost hanged on the mast as the leader of the rebellion, but at least saved his life.

But then when he heard the news of the young man again, the identity of that man changed again, and he actually became a lord, and even Grogenin seemed to have a great interest in him, which made Giannini full of curiosity at the same time, and the indescribable fire of curiosity in his heart burned even more.

In the end, he could not resist the desire to explore everything, and after going to the convent to inquire about it, he came to the Municipal Palace, and he could not even say what he wanted to discover.

Giannini checked the record carefully, so he didn't pay attention to the junior officer on the other side suddenly looked nervous, and secretly gestured to him, until he noticed that there was an additional figure next to him, and turned his head to look, only to see Ashulk standing next to him, looking at him with a smile.

"Sir." Jonini hurriedly bowed, he vaguely knew that Groganin's relationship with this Ottoman was not as simple as the ship's owner and passengers, "I didn't expect to see you." ”

"I'm curious what you're looking at, too," Ashulk casually took the record in front of Giannini and read softly, "I can see that your monastery is willing to take in some people who are living in hardship, especially those from Crete." ”

Hearing Ashulk's meant, Giannini coughed.

"I'm curious who do you think will take you in if we take this place over?" Ashulk suddenly asked the cramped-looking junior officer on the other side, and when he saw that the other party's face turned pale in an instant, the Ottoman smiled slightly, put down the record and turned to leave.

The frightened petty officer apparently took his anger out on Giannini, who was still trying to go through the records, and he grabbed them from the table and put them back in their place, giving the old sailor who had caused this unhappiness with a cold look.

Jonini didn't really care, he felt that he had discovered something, but what it was, he couldn't say for a while.

Maybe it's time to go back to the convent, Jonini thought to himself.

Thinking that the ship wouldn't stay long in Caribo, Giannini decided to figure out what puzzled him as soon as possible.

As for why he had to chase after this, maybe it was pure curiosity, maybe it was because of the jealousy in his heart that could not be concealed, in fact, Giannini himself couldn't understand.

However, Groganin disrupted the old sailor's calculations by having Jonini called to his lodgings and arranging an errand for him.

"What ships have passed through Kalibo during this time?"

Although he thought it was a little strange, for the sake of a small bag of Ducat's face, Giannini decided to put aside his own business first and complete the task.

It wasn't hard to figure out what was going on, especially after the gold coins opened the way, and with only a bottle of spirits, Jonini inquired about a lot of things in the tavern near the docks.

"Naples?" "Taranto?" "How many more ships from Genoa?"

Although the ships in these places did not seem to carry much of the goods, Giannini became interested when he heard that they had received a lot of exemptions from ship taxes.

What intrigued him even more was that in these scattered news, he vaguely heard a familiar name - Alexandre Juliant Gombray.

"Are you sure those boats are legitimate?" Jonini asked the man sitting across from him if Alexander was here, he would recognize that this man had been a buddy for Jonini before, and had even saved his life with Jonini.

"Legal," the man took a sip of wine and stared at Giannini, "I've been working on the docks, and there have been a lot of these ships coming from other places lately, and Calibo's ships have this kind of benefit in other places, but everyone seems to be very careful at first, so the goods are not very valuable, and most of the goods are still taxed as before, so if something goes wrong, you won't lose a lot, but think that if it doesn't go wrong and keeps going like this, those merchants will make a fortune, and it's good for everyone, At least it's a little cheaper to buy their stuff than before. ”

Giannini nodded absentmindedly, he didn't know what to ask about, but the thought of that Gombray made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Daddy, you should have taken me with you," the man said suddenly, "look at what you're eating and drinking now, and that Ducat, I think you've been doing well outside during this time." ”

"Do you think so," Giannini waved his hand casually, "it's not my money, I'm just working for someone else." ”

"Then you've really met a good employer," the guy licked his tongue enviously, "Daddy, in fact, I saw you on the boat that day, the day you and the merchant left, and I wanted you to take me with me, and if that then maybe I could use the Ducats to invite someone for a drink." ”

"If that's the case, maybe you're dead out there," said Giannini angrily, "I just happened to run into that guy, and then it's another story entirely." ”

"Daddy, you're not right," maybe it was the liquor, and the guy who was a little scared of Giannini looked unhappy, "I see, besides the merchant, there is another person who is walking with you, and it is the Greek boy we rescued from the sea, I remember his name, it seems to have something to do with what you are inquiring about now." ”

Giannini's face sank, he didn't know why, he didn't want to let people know about his trip, especially when he thought about seeing Kunto kill people in that village, he thought it was a big problem.

What's more, he didn't intend to let everyone know about Cambrai.

Hearing this person's words, a trace of gloom instantly appeared on Jonini's face.

Giannini himself was curious about the young man's affairs, but he didn't want others to do the same, because he vaguely felt that the fewer people who knew about it, the better.

"Daddy, are you messing around with that young man right now?" The man, who didn't know that had caused Jonini's displeasure, took another sip of wine, then slapped the table and said, "I really should have gone with you, that man is a lord now, he must be very rich, yes, very rich," he said and poured another sip of wine, "I think he must not want others to know how we fished him out of the sea in the first place, that would be too embarrassing for the lord lord, you must have made him pay for this." ”

Looking at the defiant look in the guy's eyes, Giannini's eyes narrowed slightly.

"It's some money," said Giannini, pulling out another Ducater from his pocket and slowly placing it on the table, "I suddenly feel like I don't need a helper by my side, would you like to do it with me?" ”

Looking at the gold on the table, the man looked surprised, and he nodded as he grabbed the gold coins and put them in his pocket.

"Then we shall consult what we should do," said the old sailor, standing up and looking at a woman who had been watching him for a long time in the distance, "come to me in a moment, and now mine go and comfort my poor little pigeons." After speaking, he lowered his voice again, "Come alone, don't tell anyone else." ”

The guy immediately nodded vigorously, then raised his glass again.

"Drink more," Giannini smiled, but his voice was a little cold, "The wine money is mine." ”

Early the next morning, bad news spread in the city of Calibo.

A young man was drunk the night before and died when he was crossing a section of wooden bridge.

Listening to the discussion of the people on the docks, Jonini, who was working on the ship, muttered in a low voice: "Alexandre Juliant Cambrai, I have solved a big problem for you, how can you thank me?" ”