Alexander had visited Camusi's office in the south wing of the palace, but that was many years later.

And he had the impression that this room was different from what he had seen now, at least on the wall against the wall, which was completely made of smoothed rough stone, there was not a painting of the "Audience at Peter's Basilica", which was praised in later generations, but a few sets of armor that looked old.

From the traces of repair on the armor, it can be seen that these armors have really accompanied their owners on the battlefield through the test of life and death, and not just for decoration and show-off.

Camus, dressed in black, sat in a chair with a high back, and although he was still healthy, he looked shriveled and thin because of his advanced age, which looked somewhat uncomfortable from a distance.

Seeing Alexander walk into the room, the consul bowed slightly, and then he waved to a man with rare light blonde hair standing behind him, who pushed his chair towards the table, which turned out to be a wheelchair with four inconspicuous wheels underneath.

"People who are already old, the body is always inconvenient," Camus smiled self-deprecatingly, but his demeanor was very leisurely, and he didn't really feel much because of his age, "We people have lived too long and seen too many things, especially me." Sometimes I wonder if God would have done God the greatest favor to me if I had died suddenly while sitting like this. ”

Alexander listened quietly, he knew that the ruling Camus did not need his response, whether the old man said that this was a feeling, or if he was going to play on the topic next, he had to listen carefully.

Because as Camus himself said, he did live too long, and 80 years old is considered a long life even in future generations, let alone in the present era.

What's more, many elderly people may not really be able to experience so many things like Camus.

"I'm going to be 80 soon," Camusry's eyes seemed to fall into some confusion, but when the man behind him handed over a box of lavender that seemed to smell a little pungent, he reached out to block it, "Thank you, Feto, I don't need it now." ”

As he spoke, he seemed to remember, and pointed back to Alexander, saying, "This is Feto, my secretary." ”

The blonde man took a step forward and bowed slightly, then stepped back, not speaking the whole time.

"Isn't it boring to listen to an old man's chatter," Camusi laughed, but because his teeth had fallen out, and his mouth was like a deflated wallet, and his laughter was a little slurred, "Please sit down, we have a lot to say." ”

Only then did Alexander nod and sit down opposite Camus, and then he saw an open letter in the middle of the table.

He immediately realized that perhaps Camus had come to him for the letter.

"I've heard that Captain Bochum has found the culprit of the Bloody Night, right?" Camus looked at Alexander, his eyes cloudy as if he would fall asleep from exhaustion at any moment, but his eyes were firm, which made Alexander feel the oppression and exploration in it, "But I have also received opposition from some nobles here, who believe that although Clarion must be punished, his family should not be hurt in that way, which is a very dishonorable thing." ”

Alexander nodded slightly, of course he had heard the objections to the dissatisfaction with the detention of Crean's family, both nobles and some merchants from the union, and Alexander understood that in the eyes of those people, Bochum's actions were not only against Crean personally, but they were more worried that such actions would spread throughout Palermo.

"Lord Consul, Captain Bochum is responsible for the safety of all Palermons," said Alexander, who did not hide his support for Bochum in this matter, and he could vaguely sense that those who opposed it were not necessarily dissatisfied with Bochum. ”

Speaking of this, Alexander paused for a moment, and he remembered Kunto, although the brothers had different styles, but it was clear that they were indeed dangerous people, and this danger came entirely from themselves, which reminded Alexander of the shocking sounds that Alfonso had just made, but if you look closely, you will find some of them rather suspicious.

"In addition, this Crean should have a deep relationship with the French, and in view of the misfortune of the former bishop, the appropriate use of certain means should be allowed."

Speaking of this, Alexander stopped, feeling a little uncomfortable, thinking about the scene when he and Sophia were locked up in the dungeon before, he knew that what he did today was actually similar to Peron's behavior at the beginning, the only difference was that he would not insult Clarion's family, but what difference was this, they were all taking advantage of innocent people.

But he knew that he could only do this, and that neither Clion nor Alfonso had become his enemies, but for some reason known only to him, he was even more jealous of them than Madame Palace.

After all, the relationship between them and Mordillo has always made Alexander uneasy.

"I said, I've lived too long," Camusri lamented "a lot has changed, it's not the same as when we were before, the French ......" Camusie shook his head, stretched out his shriveled hand and tapped slightly on the hard table, "I have seen their bravery and self-sacrifice in the most dangerous times, and I have seen their most despicable actions, these are all done by the French, and I fought with them against the English at that time, so I am very clear to them. Now that they are our enemies, it is up to us to face them. ”

Alexander's heart moved, looking at the old spots on Camus's face, and he suddenly remembered that with the age of the old man in front of him, he should have experienced the protracted Hundred Years' War, or at least the end of it.

As if to see through Alexander's thoughts, Camus pointed slightly in the direction of the wall next to him: "There, all those armors I wore back then, and one of them was blessed by the Archbishop of Paris in 1437, but there were hundreds of people who were blessed with me at that time." Camus smiled self-deprecatingly.

Alexander knew why Camus laughed so much.

The year 1437 was the year when the French finally regained their capital, Paris, after a century of struggle.

In recognition of the brave men who contributed to the reconquest of the capital, a great Mass of Blessings was held, during which the Archbishop of Paris blessed hundreds of brave knights.

Camusi, an old Sicilian who had participated in and witnessed the end of the Hundred Years' War, had seen, as he himself said, the methods of the French against the British.

"Tell the captain that I personally support his efforts for the safety of Palermo," Camusi said slowly, but still clearly, and his eyes were condensed, clearly knowing what he was saying at this time, "The French may be trying to cause trouble in Sicily, no matter what the king thinks of it in the end, as a Sicilian, it is the duty of every nobleman to protect Sicily." ”

Alexander still nodded, he noticed the slight emotion in Camusi's words that seemed to reveal a hint of emotion towards Ferdinand II as King of Sicily, but this was not surprising, after all, for Ferdinand II, Aragon was his real country, and Sicily, although important, always carried the meaning of "adding heads".

This desire to be treated as a "second-class goods" has always haunted the Sicilians, at least from the voices of those who oppose the detention of Crean, for whom Crean is guilty, but there is no need to break the peace of the Sicilians because of the hostility between the king and the French.

"I will convey your opinion to Captain Bochum." After Alexander finished speaking, he looked at Camus, and he could feel that Camus called him not only for this matter, but the letter that was clearly placed on the table kept reminding him that the matter about the Clerian's family was only the beginning, and that the really important things should not be said yet.

Sure enough, Camus reached out and picked up the letter, opened it and looked at it, and then pushed it in front of Alexander: "There is another thing, which seems to be a good thing now, but it seems to be a little troublesome." ”

Alexander took the letter, and when he saw the signature on the open envelope, his heart skipped a beat!

Modillo, it's Modillo!

He could feel his heart pounding, and even the hand that had connected to the letter trembled uncontrollably, and at this moment, it was really difficult to be calm, composed, or quiet.

He could only let himself do his best not to lose his temper because of his uneasiness, and then by deliberately slowing down the time to open the letter, his wildly beating heart slowly calmed down.

It was a letter from Naples, and the writer wrote it in a ornate and rigorous manner, but the power of reserve and confidence could still be felt between the lines, and even when recounting the ordeals, the writer's disdain for the setbacks could still be seen.

The letter was addressed to Gomez, the court minister, and the person who wrote the letter was Count Mordillo of Naples.

The letter is simple: after the invasion and brief escape of King Charles VIII of France, the royal family of Naples has regained its territory with the support of the Holy Roman Empire and Aragone, as well as the Pope, but although the flight has not been long, Naples has suffered great damage, and even on the border between the two Sicilian kingdoms, the peace that had been maintained has been broken by this brief period of chaos.

"Because of the destruction and rudeness of the French, it is conceivable that the neighbors who used to love each other have also become filthy, which is the most distressing," the letter expressed regretfully, so that Alexander, although he had not yet seen the Modillo, could already feel that this seemed to be a difficult slippery head to deal with, "so while the king will return to orthodoxy and establish his original majesty, I hope to re-establish the destroyed order with the brotherly country on the other side of the lighthouse, which is the wish of the king of our country, and it is also my personal hope, After all, we have received noble support from Aragon, which gives us the confidence to continue our great friendship as a brotherly nation of the same origin. “

Alexander looked at the letter in his hand, and by this time his uneasy mood had calmed down, and it was clear that the letter was not directed at him, but a cautiously worded diplomatic statement.

"Count Duka Modiglo," Camus pointed to the envelope, "is the Prime Minister of the North. “

"Just like Lord Gomez?" Alexander asked softly, he knew that Camus's so-called north meant Naples, and it was only because Naples also had the name of the Kingdom of Sicily that Camus called it that.

Camusi nodded wordlessly, then slowly stood up and looked at Alexander, who stood up with him: "Mordillo is the prime minister, the count of Naples, and he is also the strongest unifier of the kingdom. “

"Kingdom Unifier?"

With only a moment's hesitation, Alexander understood what Camus's words meant.

Since being divided into two Sicilies, there has been a quest for the reunification of the kingdom of the two Sicilies for many years, and although Alexander is a latecomer, he is well aware that such a wish has never been fulfilled in history, but this does not mean that such an ideal would be considered impossible for those of this era.

Suddenly, Alexander felt as if he had grasped something that had always puzzled him before, thinking of the wonderful life of the fat man Modillo in the convent, and the importance that Alfonso attached to Modillo, and the ideals of the Count of Naples, and he felt that he had finally discovered something that seemed to have no clue.

"What do you want to do with me?" Alexander asked, putting the letter back on the table.

Camus, of course, didn't come to him just to show him the letter.

"We need to negotiate with the North," Camury said slowly, "at this extraordinary time, for both Sicilies, and we want to have someone who can make the North feel valued." “

"You mean...... I? Alexander asked tentatively, in fact he had already guessed this possibility when he read the letter.

"You are the keeper of the lighthouse, and that lighthouse is the symbol that separates the two Sicilies," Camusi looked at Alexander, "of course we will send others with you, but your status is the best." “

Bounded by a lighthouse, the original kingdom of Sicily was divided into two different states, north and south, which Alexander certainly knew.

This is probably the real intention of giving him this title in the first place.

Alexander vaguely guessed Camus's intentions.

A man who might have the support of many bishops, and who had a deep relationship with the captain of the city defense, was not necessarily a threat to the council.

Then when you can't get rid of this person, it's best to send him far away.

How long does a mission take? Maybe a few months, maybe a year, and by the time he came back, everything might have changed.

"For the honor of Sicily, I hope you will fulfill the mission entrusted to you by this council."

This is Camus's gift before leaving.

It's just that after Alexander left, Camus looked at the door and muttered to the secretary who came over: "Do you know Fei Tuo, I saw a legendary girl when I was young, that girl even changed the fate of a country, no one believed that she could do it at the time, but she made miracles, I saw her eyes, and today I seem to see it again." ”