On the western border of the Ottoman Empire, near Egypt, there was a noble governor appointed by the sultan.

The governor's trust, trusted by the Sultan, was given the important task of guarding the borders while keeping an eye on the Mamluks from the unconquered Egypt.

For generations, in the home of this aristocratic vizier, a child was born one day.

The child was the only son of the head of the valet of Lord Vizier, who named the child Uliu.

Years later, the grown Moorish boy became a little attendant of his master, and by virtue of his cleverness and cleverness, he won the affection of the governor's master, who liked to take him with him whenever he went out hunting, and whenever he went out hunting, he often returned with a full load.

This is because the boy named Ulliu not only has a clever mind, but also has a keen sense of observation and intuitive reactions.

He is often quicker than others to find his prey hidden, and he is more accurate in judging where the injured animal is hiding, and as for the prey that escapes, the boy is always able to find the right direction with his master's hounds, and then nimbly follow far behind until they take the hunters to their lair, which they think is safe, and then catch more of the prey.

Ulliu, who was appreciated and liked by his master for his intelligence and acumen, made him and his family happy, and they thought that perhaps in the future Ullius would succeed his father, and take over his father's office from the lord or his heir, and become the head of the household in the future.

But no one could have imagined that suddenly one day everything would change with the arrival of a group of emissaries from Constantinople.

The lord was punished for a felony, and all his family and servants were also spared.

It was a terrible slaughter that Uliu would tremble with fear even if he had escaped far away.

The lord, his wife, and his sons and daughters were all brutally executed, and his faithful servants and guards were mercilessly killed.

Ulliu was among those who were killed, and he saw his father being slashed to the ground, while his mother was trampled into a pile of flesh in a panic by a large herd of running horses.

Then the slaughterers pounced on Uliu.

All of them died at the hands of the troops sent by the Sultan, who were convinced that no one could jump because they had been repeatedly checked, and then in order to cover up this terrible crime, they loaded the dead men into carts and dragged them into the desert.

All were buried deep in the desert, and the killers believed that even if they returned, it would be difficult for them to find a place to bury their bodies.

As for the fact that there are survivors who can escape from here alive, no one believes it.

Because Ulius never told anyone about his story, no one knew how Ulius had escaped, much less how the Moorish boy had escaped from the terrible depths of the desert in the absence of water, food, or horses.

All it is known is that a very clever Moorish boy suddenly appeared in the city of Palermo, claiming to have come from the East with a large merchant ship, and this clever boy soon found a job in a rich merchant in Palermo, and because of his cleverness, he soon won the liking of his hostess.

Uliu, a natural hunter with unusual motor nerves and keen observation,

Because of this, when following Alexander to Agri's farmstead, he showed a hunter's natural prowess when he first held the musket, and Alexander was deeply impressed by his accurate marksmanship.

And when he followed Peloto Caderon, he could also accurately detect that those who suddenly appeared to kill all the people who followed Peloto Caderon deliberately left in disguise, and then sent someone to secretly monitor whether there were any fish that slipped through the net.

Even in the ghetto, Ulliu was able to keep up with Isaac very well, whether he deliberately quickened or slowed down, whether he was walking and suddenly burrowing into the alley or some storefront, Ulliu was not deceived by Isaac's tricks.

In addition to his superb tracking ability, what Ulliu can really accurately judge Isaac's intentions is his keen and unusual observation.

From a distance, Isaac's tense shoulders and the flicking of his arms, which were slightly stiff as he walked, he could guess whether he was nervously looking around, and whether the shop he had suddenly run into was really a hiding place, or a trick used by the cautious Jew to deceive a would-be tracker.

A few times like this, when Isaac walked into an alley seemingly inadvertently, Uliuu noticed that although he was still just as nervous, he was somewhat different from before, his shoulders relaxed because he was sure that no one was following, his waist that was slightly bent, and the gesture of stroking his belt instead of clutching it, although he was still clenching, was already caressing rather than clutching, a series of small movements that no one else could have noticed, but Uliuu accurately guessed that this time the Jews must have taken him to the ground.

Ulliu did not follow him into the alley, he quickly circled the alley to observe the terrain, and when he had roughly identified a few houses where the Jews might visit, he decided to wait here to see the results.

Uliuu is very patient, and his patience allows him to hide in a corner for a whole day in the scorching desert to escape possible tracking.

The night on the streets of Rome in July was much more comfortable than in the desert, which made Ulliu very pleasant to find a corner and spend the night, and before that he found a boy who, after promising a silver coin worth half a florin, asked the boy to bring him a letter for Alexander.

As for whether the boy would throw the letter away halfway, or open it and peek at it, Uliu was not worried.

When he promised the reward, he slyly said that the gold coins could only be obtained from the recipient, and as for the content of the letter, it was a secret word that except for a few people in this world, he did not intend to understand.

Ulliu believed that the boy would deliver the letter, and who would have trouble with the silver coins.

In the letter, Ulius did not ask Alexander to send troops immediately, but only told him where he was and where he had found it.

Ullius knew that Alexander should understand what he meant, and that the use of troops in such a Jewish ghetto might not have allowed the soldiers to enter the mess, and the Jews in the house would have been heard and had disappeared without a trace.

After all, there was only one person in Ulliu, and once those people were scattered and fled, it was impossible for him to keep up with everyone, and once he misjudged and let someone really important escape, it would be too difficult to find them again.

After all, this is Rome.

When Isaac reappeared, he thought the man was worthless and almost let him go, but then his unusual observation of subtle movements drew his attention to the strangeness of the Jews.

Nervous, excited, and solemn, even for a moment, Ullius saw in the faces of the Jews all the expressions of a man who seemed to have a great mission.

So he decided to keep following the man to see what he was doing.

The Jews were so cautious that they went out early in the morning, so much so that they had to keep an eye on a beggar lying on a street corner.

But the beggar was ordinary, he just stuck his head in the corner and fell asleep, not even noticing that someone would pass him so early.

The Jew walked over, and then the beggar slowly sat up, and the rag covering his head was removed, revealing Ulliu's face.

When Isaac was going to make a carriage trip to the car dealership, he thought it was a smart decision, but he didn't know that it had betrayed his intended destination.

Ulliu, who was already on the way to meet his companions who had been sent to various intersections near the ghetto to meet him, gave the order.

So the guy at the car dealer suddenly and kindly recommended the bodyguards on the road, and it was none other than one of Alexander's Agris who was hired.

And according to Uliu's arrangement, even if the people in the carriage did not agree to hire a bodyguard, they would find a way to put a person in the carriage.

And while the Agri was spying on the Jews along the road, Ulliu had already arrived at the docks in advance.

Ullius could guess that the Jews must have had some kind of mission, so he was in a hurry to get to Rome early in the morning, so he must have preferred to ship early.

And in the port, of the ships that came and went almost daily because of the trade agreements signed, there were always a few that had something to do with Taranto, Naples, Genoa, or Pisa, and as long as it was a ship from these places, Ulius could find a way to requisition it in the name of Alexandria or Josa!

A great net has been opened, just waiting for the Jews to throw themselves into the net!

Everything was going so smoothly that Isaac realized something was wrong when he looked at the vaguely familiar face in front of him that he couldn't tell what he had seen.

The Jews were stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned and rushed towards the boats!

He remembered a sentence, even death could not let this thing fall into the hands of other people, this thing was too important and too terrible.

It can cause a huge earthquake in the whole of Christendom, and it can also cause countless people to have their heads cut off and rivers of blood.

Isaac had already rushed to the side of the boat and saw the water surging below.

Keep running forward without looking to either side, close your eyes and jump forward, and he will melt into the water. Get rid of all your worries.

He can't swim, and jumping is dead.

But an arm that suddenly stretched out from the side suddenly crossed Isaac's neck!

The Jew only felt as if his neck had been severed by a stick, and with the sharp pain in his throat, he continued to run forward with his body that rushed forward, and his upper body threw backwards in the air, and then his hands and feet shook and fell heavily on the deck.

A dizzy Isaac looked up to see the Moors and the strong man who had been their bodyguard staring at him at the same time.

Then as the huge paws of the strong man's feet suddenly grew in size before his eyes, Isaac knew nothing.

In the cabin, Uliuu crouched beside the groggy Jew, frowning slightly as he looked at Isaac, who had never woken up.

Seeing that there was no movement, the Moors became a little impatient.

This is a rare thing, and although Ulliu, although he is very clever, he does not have the impetuousness that most people with a very active mind inevitably have, but he has a patience that is difficult for others to understand.

Only this time he was a little annoyed and a little angry, so before the Jews could wake up themselves, the Moors had already grabbed a short knife next to him and put it on the Jew's lap for a moment.

A scream rang out, and Isaac struggled to his feet, then fell backwards in a fit of restraint.

He looked around in a panic, and when he saw that the box with the seal filled with beeswax and specially engraved with a whole circle of intricate patterns as proof had been beaten and thrown aside, Isaac's face instantly turned extremely pale.

"What's going on?" Ulliu picked up the box and shook it in front of the eyes of the Jews: "You fled from Rome in a hurry, and even wanted to flee to Sicily, just for this thing?" ”

"No, I don't know," Isaac shook his head at once, and when he saw the bloody dagger in Uliu's hand, his body shuddered, and then he kept saying in a voice that was almost crying, "I'm not brave but I don't say it, I'm not brave, but don't you want to hear anything from me......"

Uliwu's swarthy face was heavy, and for the first time the young Moors felt the urge to speak out of impatience.

"Shut up, look at what this is!" Ulliu scolded the Jews and threw the box in front of him.

In the open box was an ordinary helmet, the fish-spine helmet worn by ordinary soldiers today, and there was a sign on the bulge of the back that seemed to have been smashed by some blunt object in battle.

The triple crown, entrusted to it by the Jewish elders, is nowhere to be seen.

Isaac stared blankly at the box, first blinking vigorously to make sure he was not mistaken, then the corners of his mouth twitched, and then he let out a "giggle" laugh, and when he looked up at Uliou, he was already laughing so loudly that tears were coming out.

Uliu's chest slumped together, and he resisted the urge to stab the Jew in the leg again.

It took so much effort and so many people to mobilize, but in the end what I got was a helmet that wasn't worth a few dollars.

Not only was Ulliu annoyed that he had been played by these cunning and hateful Jews, but more importantly, he felt that he had been disgraced in front of his master!

The Jews in those ghettos should have fled by this time, and even if the lord sent someone to search for them in time, it would be too difficult to find those people in a place like Rome.

It's all his fault, it's his tricks by these Jews!

Thinking of this, the Moor slowly turned the hilt of the knife in his hand, Ulliu did not like violence, and although he could use the musket skillfully, he preferred to do those elegant things in the court, preferably in the service of the lord and his sisters and women.

But now Ulius wants to make this Jew suffer, he doesn't know what mission this Jew originally shouldered, but now it doesn't seem to matter, he just wants to get some useful information from this person's mouth.

"We've got to go back to Rome," Ulliu said, looking at the Jews who were still laughing, "you have to tell me something before you see my lord, or I'll be ashamed, so I advise you to be smart and don't me off." ”

After saying that, as the dagger in Ulliu's hand slashed downward, a terrible scream immediately rang out in the cabin where laughter had been heard.

Alexander stood on the square of Drala again, and this time he brought with him enough soldiers.

More than the Agri, there were more Roman city defenders, and the sound of shiny armor and weapons clashing against each other made the Jews watching them from afar look terrified.

As in many other places, the Jews of Rome tried to keep themselves as low-key and unremarkable, and they wished that they would be forgotten as they were secretly accumulating wealth, even if they were known for being stingy and mean, but they still wanted to give the impression of poverty.

But this was obviously not successful, and people were always looking at the huge possessions of the Jews, and from time to time the church or the monarchs would plunder these "European purses" in order to replenish their coffers.

So when they saw the sudden appearance of the army, the Jews couldn't help but be nervous and secretly panicked.

Alexander nodded to Massimo who was following him, watched the monk ride his horse proudly, and then took out something that looked like a papal edict from somewhere, and began to babble, Alexander's eyes were already looking at some of the people who were taking advantage of the chaos to come and go.

Although it was a Jewish ghetto, it was clear that Jews were not the only ones in the area, which gave Alexander an opportunity.

Taking advantage of the attention drawn by the commotion of the army's arrival, some of Alexander's men had infiltrated the vicinity of the house reported by Ulliu.

Alexander did not expect to obtain any valuable clues during such a large-scale manhunt, but was instead interested in the news that Uliu had brought back about the Isaac.

Now he just waited for Ulliu to return, and then based on the clues that could be found here, he might find something more useful.

Alexander's men had quickly surrounded the house in the alley, and in the process they had caught a few of the men who looked like messengers, and when the Agri began to pound the wooden door roughly, Mashimo was halfway through the proclamation.

The small window on the wooden door opened, and the previous gatekeeper looked indifferently at the agri-looking Agri outside.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Open the door, or I'll smash it." The Agri soldiers slammed on the wooden door.

"You don't have to do that, we're just regular businessmen, and a door won't help us." The gatekeeper said as he slowly opened the wooden door.

The wooden door opened suddenly, and the Agri soldiers had swarmed in, and they quickly rushed into every room and began to search the cabinets, and when they found the closed door that led to the half-underground room, someone immediately reported it to the captain of the team.

"Open this door," the captain commanded the gatekeeper, seeing that the gatekeeper was silent, the Agri drew a musket from his waist and put the muzzle of the gun against the gatekeeper's jaw, "Do you know what would happen if I shot you in this place now, the projectile will go straight into your head, if your bones are hard enough it will just crash into your head, otherwise it will fly out of your head and open a skylight in your head." ”

The gatekeeper licked his lips vigorously, and he slowly pulled a key out of his pocket.

The captain snatched the key and walked to the door, first looked at his companion who was on guard, then inserted the key into the eyelet and turned it carefully.

There was a "click" sound, and the door slowly opened.

The low round dome, the torches still burning on the four walls, and the large, polished and spotless counters.

Everything in the house is still the same, but it is empty.

Or rather, there was one person who stayed.

Levith, the middle-aged Jew.

When Alexander saw Levi, the Jew was sitting leisurely at the counter in the basement, and he had a copper coin in his hand walking around the counter.

"Knights, I guess." Alexander gestured to Levi's hand pressed on the counter.

"Then I can only guess the inscription." The Jew smiled.

"No, you can guess the knight's, so that whatever the outcome, at least you're on my side, otherwise it's a mistake for you to win or lose."

Listening to Alexander's obvious hints, the muscles on the Jew's face twitched slightly.

"I am Levi, and I am the head of this place," the Jew gestured with his hand, "I want to know what you want, and if it is money, we will surely provide you with a satisfactory amount." ”

Alexander shook his head slightly.

Since ancient times, people who have talked about money with Jews often end up hurting both feelings and money.

"I want to know something about your deal with some Vatican bigwig." Alexander didn't want to waste any more time, he looked at Levi "If you tell me everything my people will leave at once, or I'll turn this place all over the place, it involves the killing of a duke, for which the Pope will give me carte blanche to deal with this matter, do you know what that means?" ”

Levid nodded, of course he knew what Alexander meant.

Given full powers by the Pope, it means that the life and death of almost all Jews in the entire ghetto can be decided!

"You can't do that," Levid shook his head, "we're just in business, we might be able to make more money smartly, but we've never been involved in murder, so can we decide the fate of so many of us just because we suspect you?" Is this how fair you are to us Jews? ”

"I just want the answers I need," Alexander said, looking at the Jews in front of him, "the fact that everyone else is gone but you stay, that means you are willing to sacrifice for them, now let me see if you are really willing to make such a sacrifice." ”

"Listen to what you have to say, should the Jews be treated like this? Did the Jews have no senses, no limbs, no feelings, no flesh? Didn't he eat the same food, the same weapons that could hurt him, the same medicine that could heal him, the same cold in winter and the same heat in summer, just like a Christian? If you stab us with your sword, won't we bleed too? If you tickle us, won't we laugh too? If you had murdered us with poison, would we not have died? So if you insult us, won't we take revenge?

If we were like you everywhere else, we would be the same in this respect. If a Jew insults a Christian, how does the Christian show humility? Avenge. ”

Levi questioned loudly, and Alexander, looking at the Jew, was completely stunned.

Is this a Shylock of Venice who ran out of the script?