Crian sat on the side of the road, pretending to watch over the grocery stall in front of him, but his eyes were keeping a close eye on the street not far from him.

Ever since he knew the place where Osborne had met, he had come to the vicinity of the Capuchin monastery in advance.

The street outside the Capuchin monastery was still so crowded and noisy, and the high-pitched shouts of the vendors were much louder than the prayers in the monastery, but the bells of the monastery for dinner at the end of the prayers not only completely suppressed the clamor of the vendors, but also served as a signal for the stalls to disperse.

This is because by the time the monks finish their dinner, it will be completely dark, and according to the new decree issued by the Governor of Sicily, it will be the last moments before the curfew of Palermo is introduced.

Palermo did not have a curfew before, but after Flomenza arrived, a strict curfew system was put in place, and the threat of a curfew was fully established in Palermo after severely punishing a group of locals who did not take the order seriously at first.

The place Alexander chose to meet Camus was the Capuchin monastery, and he chose it because of the catacombs that led to the palace.

When Crean led people to attack the palace through this secret passage, it was ordered to be sealed.

Camusi, who was the head of the Sicilian aristocratic council at that time, would not allow such a hidden danger to exist, and after sending people to make sure that there was no other exit from this secret passage, Camus ordered that the entrances at both ends of the secret passage be sealed with large stones, and at the same time, in order to prevent anyone from prying open the entrance to the secret passage, he simply ordered the construction of a small prayer hall on top of the catacomb, although it was not large, but it was completely made of dark marble transported from the quarries in southwest Sicily.

And this prayer hall, Alexander had seen many years later.

This is probably the only thing left for posterity during Camus's reign.

And because all the monks in the Capuchin monastery had been killed, the Palermo Church had to relocate other monks from other places to fill the Capuchin monastery, so that there were not many people who knew the details of the catacombs.

Alexander remembered that the catacombs were rediscovered decades later, and that all that was found was the remains of the catacombs, and that the secret passage to the palace would not be excavated again until a strong earthquake in Palermo had been carried out for a long time.

Alexander had Camus Rio here for another reason, and that was the reason why he felt safer to meet here.

As the twilight grew darker, there was no one in the streets, and even if anyone passed by, they hurriedly, and the harsh rule of Fromnza had made the Palermo people much more timid and cruel to even the outlying countryside.

Clion hid behind the door of a house not far from the monastery, and the bright moonlight in the sky shone on the street no less than the lights in the noble villas, and he was sure that nothing would be missed as long as he kept an eye on the main entrance of the monastery.

Who wanted to see Camus, Clarion couldn't hide his excitement, although he had almost guessed it in his heart, but he still had to see it with his own eyes before he could confirm his conjecture.

"Could it be you, Gombray." Krishan silently muttered the name, his gaze peering through the crack in the door, and the street became silent, and the street with no one in sight gave it an eerie feeling.

Suddenly, a faint sound came from the corner of the street in the distance, and the moonlight cast a shaky shadow on the wall as if it had emerged from the ground, until it cut through the long wall and merged with a black mass that appeared at the bend in the street, making the sound of wheels crushing the gravel pavement.

A carriage slowly drove in the direction of the Capuchin monastery.

Kryan immediately became vigilant, he kept an eye on the carriage, and at the same time did not forget to look in the direction of the other side of the street and the entrance of the monastery, whoever came, it was obvious that it could not be the two people who were going to meet sitting in the same carriage, so when would one of them appear, and when would the other party appear?

As Crean watched every move on the road, a small but heavy footsteps suddenly came from the other side of the street, and as the footsteps got closer and closer, Crean saw a patrol appear at the fork in the road across the street.

Then he saw that the patrol, which seemed to be about to go to another street corner, was attracted by the carriage, and they stopped at first, and when they were sure that the carriage was not parked on the side of the road but was moving, the patrol changed direction and walked towards the carriage.

The two men at the front of the line shook the wagon with torches, and then the soldiers immediately stepped up and surrounded the carriage in the middle.

"In the name of the Governor, stop now!"

The leading soldier muttered in a local dialect with a slight Aragonese accent, which reminded Cleion of rumors that Flomenza did not trust the Sicilians, so he was planning to recruit a large number of soldiers from Aragon to be added to the Sicilian garrison as middle and lower rank officers.

The carriage stopped, and the servant who was driving the carriage first looked back into the carriage, and then he turned his head and said in a proud tone, "Please note that you have stopped the carriage of the noble Archon of the Council. ”

The soldiers of the patrol seemed surprised, and they quietly looked at each other, and then at the leading officer.

The officer, apparently annoyed by this look, went up and insisted on seeing who was in the carriage despite the servant's obstruction, and when his hand had already touched the door, a voice came from the carriage, though weak and low, but still full of majesty: "Soldier, pay attention to your words and deeds. ”

The Aragonese officer was stunned for a moment, and then he withdrew his hand a little stupidly, but he was obviously not reconciled, but still asked in the carriage: "Please tell me your identity, according to the orders of the Governor, no one is allowed to linger outside after the curfew has begun." ”

"Are you saying that includes me?" The door was slowly pushed open, and a slightly gaunt figure appeared in the light of the door: "As the chief consul of the Sicilian aristocratic council, I nominally have the same power and status as the governor. ”

The officer stood in front of the carriage stunned, as if he had no idea that it would be the consul himself in the carriage, and even the Aragonese who later came to Sicily with Flomenza knew that Camussa was an old man with extraordinary power and influence, even when Flomenza was now in power.

"I'm sorry, my lord, I didn't know it was really you, I mean I didn't expect it to be you in the carriage." The captain in the lead seemed to be a little out of words, but in the end he managed to calm himself down and bowed to Camury and apologized, "Please forgive me, my lord, I hope you can know that this is our duty." ”

"Of course, you're a dutiful soldier, you all are," Camus said with a cough, which made the servant next to him nervously try to help him, but this seemed to anger the old consul a little, and he stubbornly pushed the servant away, but the gasp was heavier, "It seems that I am really old, and I have to walk so long to even the short road to the Abbey of Gabuchin, even past the curfew." ”

"Are you going to the convent, my lord?"

The officer who led the team seemed to have found a way to make up for the offending of the consul, and he immediately ordered his soldiers to escort the carriage to the abbey, and he personally knocked on the door of the monastery with great enthusiasm, and then after respectfully sending Camus to the convent, he continued with his men in the direction they had taken towards the fork in the road.

The street fell silent again, and the silver moonlight painted everything in the street with a faint white glow that seemed so dazzling in the middle of the night that Clarion vaguely sensed that something was wrong after staring at it for a while.

Camus must have come to the abbey of the Capuchin Order to meet the man who had asked Osborne to carry the letter, but that person had already appeared.

Clarion was sure that he had been keeping an eye on the abbey from daylight, and that he would never miss a stranger unless the man had been in the abbey before he saw Osborne go to Camusry's house.

And according to Clarion's guess, if that man was really Alexander, then he could not have entered the monastery in advance, because he had to beware that Camuri might betray him.

Camury had already betrayed someone twice in a row, and Cambrai, no matter how bold he was, would have taken any chances in this matter.

But it is unlikely that Camus would have met Alexander on the way to the convent, for he would not have wasted any more time running to the monastery.

But at least no one had tried to approach Camus, Cleion thought to himself, and then he suddenly turned his head to look at the fork in the street on the other side, and then to the closed monastery across the street.

"Stupid~" Clarion, who suddenly came to his senses, scolded himself lightly, "Those patrols ......"

Annoyed by his realization, Cleion immediately looked across the street, and when he was sure that there was no one left, he opened the door through a crack, and quickly flashed out of the room, walking a little further along the shadows under the eaves, and then quickly running into the shadows of the Capuchin monastery opposite.

In the monastery, a small prayer hall made of dark marble stands quietly in the left corner of the monastery, from which a circular corridor encloses the entire monastery completely.

Such a prayer hall was built on the left side of this circular corridor, and in order to build this prayer hall, which could only accommodate one person, a hole was even cut in the outer wall of the main hall of the monastery so that it could accommodate the other half of the prayer hall.

This small structure seemed so out of place with the structure of the original monastery, and it was probably for this reason that some forty years later, the monks of the Capuchin Abbey decided to remove the small arch that protruded from the cloister of the prayer hall when they were considering renovating the monastery, and all the secrets were gradually revealed.

Now, Camus sat in a chair next to the prayer hall, looking at Alexander, dressed as a Sicilian soldier, standing opposite.

"Count, I have to admit that you have grown up a lot better than when I first met."

Listening to Camus speak deliberately in the tone of an old acquaintance or even a little appreciative of the junior, Alexander only chuckled casually, his gaze first fell on Camus's gently trembling legs, and then gradually raised his head and finally met the eyes of the consul.

"Archon, I think you must be well aware of why I am meeting with you, and I am sure you should know that this meeting is actually quite risky for all of us."

In response to Alexander's words, Camus nodded in agreement.

Just outside the monastery, when he first saw the patrols, Camusi was not nervous, but he knew very well that he was going on an adventurous move against the governor of Sicily, or rather against the king of Aragon.

"So I wonder what you're going to do, am I helping you get Modillo out of the palace?" Camus said with a slight mockery, "I don't have the ability to do this now, you must know that Fromnza runs the palace like a fortress, or that is a fortress, and if you see the cannons on the wall, you will know that I am absolutely right." ”

Camus shook his head helplessly at Alexander, as if to emphasize that what he said was completely true.

However, Alexander did not seem to care about Camus's discouragement, he looked at the old consul's eyes flashing, and then suddenly said: "If you can still be the consul, are you sure that you will control Sicily before Ferdinand sends a new governor?" ”

Camus's old body paused slightly, and then his waist bent deeper, but his wrinkled face shook slightly like his legs.

"Or can you ensure that your successor will be able to take control of the island, at least to ensure that Sicily remains as neutral as possible for a while?"

Camus's hands folded on top of each other and on his sturdy crutches twisted lightly into each other, and he looked up at Alexander with some difficulty, except that he was obviously much more mature, this was the same young man they had driven out of Sicily as if they had been exiled, but now he could no longer underestimate him.

"The title of Lighthouse Keeper is good, you must know that we have put a lot of thought into coming up with this title in the first place," Camus's hoarse voice made a sound that seemed to be laughing, he looked at Alexander's expressionless face and let out two "hehe" smirks with a slight self-deprecation, "Earl, do you think I am suitable for this title?" ”

"If you can meet the conditions I proposed, this title can be inherited by your family."

Even though he had a premonition, Camusi was still slightly stunned when he heard Alexander's promise.

His cloudy eyes stared at Alexander's face, as if trying to judge how much of his promise was worth believing.

"Florensa is not easy to deal with," said Camussa after a while, and at last he beckoned to the servant who was standing far away, and asked him to come over and help him to get up, and then, even though his body had become clumsy from old age and sickness, the consul, who could still faintly see the tall and burly figure of the past, said to Alexander, "Besides, Count, how can you prove to me that you can indeed help me get this title?" ”

Alexander opened his mouth slightly, but before he could speak, suddenly two figures hurried from the corridor!

"My lord! There is an army! ”

With a low shout from the distance, Alexander could already hear the dense footsteps outside the monastery!