Hoassan Folgazi Ashulk went out early the next day.

Seeing this Ottoman appear, many Kalibos couldn't help but stop to pay attention to him.

It must be admitted that in addition to his identity that makes it impossible not to notice him, Ashulk himself is also a fascinating figure.

Magnificent costumes, numerous servants, and the graceful manners that were displayed inadvertently, some of the older people even saw in him the traces of the early Eastern Roman nobles who had fled from the East.

Those people were so graceful and charming, even if they fled, they could not hide the noble temperament in them that made Europeans ashamed of themselves, and perhaps because of this, the Europeans always had both contempt and indignation towards the Eastern Romans, and while laughing at them for becoming lost dogs, they consciously or unconsciously imitated their clothing and the kind of exquisiteness that could not be imitated at all.

Now from Ashulk, the Kalibo people feel the influence of this peculiar charm, which makes those women who were originally moved and afraid of this Ottoman can't help but think, especially when they know that this person is still a fascinating and beautiful man, many women even wonder if they are looking for an opportunity to get close to this mysterious and elegant Oriental nobleman, thinking that if they can have a twist and turn with such a foreign man, it seems to be a good story.

Ashulk, however, did not seem to care much about the women's courtesy, and returned to his lodgings after a polite visit to some of the high officials of the city of Calibo the first day, and the next day he visited the less important officials and some of the more wealthy merchants who also had important duties in the city.

According to Ashulk, the purpose of visiting these people was to get some information that would help them when the Ottoman merchant ships could travel freely between the two ends of the Mediterranean in the future.

"I am indeed the Sultan's emissary, but I also inquire about the merchants of the Empire, and when I return, they will pay me enough to pay you for the news."

When the Ottomans generously asked the servants to throw the money bags full of gold coins in front of each other, the Kalibos were happy to tell them what they knew.

There were many things Ashulk wanted to know, but not much could the Kalibo people have to tell him.

Although it is the closest port in Sicily to the Mediterranean, it has not become an important port connecting the two sides of the strait because of its remoteness, but Ashulk does not seem to care about this, he only keeps meeting all kinds of people in the city from the next morning, and it is not until the afternoon that people have gradually become less concerned about his penchant for wandering the streets, and he walks into a seemingly random shop.

The owner of this shop was a Jew.

Like many Jews, the owner of this shop is not very popular with the Kalibo, who are so shrewd that they can always take advantage of you without even noticing, and you may still be happy to think it's a good thing.

When Ashulk entered the shop, the Jew was sitting in front of a wooden cabinet full of latticework near the wall, polishing a piece of silverware which he had bought at a very 'fair' price, and after some careful polishing, he believed that it would sell for a good price.

When the tall figure of the Ottoman stood in front of the shopkeeper, the Jews could not help but raise their heads, and when they saw the appearance of the man in front of them, the Jews first showed a hint of surprise and then smiled.

"I heard that there is a guest from the East in the city, it should be you, can I do anything for you?"

Ashulk waved his hand behind him, and the servants who followed him immediately bowed back, and they stood there respectfully outside the door of the shop, looking ready to go in and serve, which attracted the attention of many people in the street, but because it was such a pomp and circumstance everywhere before, people did not care too much except for the novelty.

Ashulk walked up to the Jew, took the shiny silverware from his hand, shone it into the sun, and nodded approvingly.

"It's a nice thing, it should make you some money," said the Ottoman, returning the silverware to the Jews, then taking a ring from the pocket of his wide belt and handing it over, "I have something for you to show you here, too." ”

The Jew took it a little confused, and as he looked closely at the pattern on the ring, the slick and shrewd smile that had been hanging forever slowly disappeared.

He took the ring from Ashulk's hand with a suspicious face, and then walked to the bright place to look carefully, after confirming the pattern on the ring, he looked back at Ashulk, and then held the ring in his left hand, and carefully pinched the edge of the gem set on it with his right hand, and twisted it slightly.

With an imperceptible click, the jewel on the ring was turned loose, and the Jews looked at Ashulk again, and saw that his chin was slightly raised as if to encourage him to continue, and the Jews finally continued to whirl as if they had made up their minds.

As the gem slowly removed from the solid gold setting, a new pattern appeared on the concave and flat setting.

It was a strange pattern, a pair of gallows, the nooses hanging up and down the gallows looked very large, and the empty noose was dyed black, looking like a bottomless cavern, waiting for someone to fill the emptiness with life.

The Jew's breath became rapid, and he sat down as if he were a little weak, grabbed the cup from the side and took a sip, and then came back to his senses slightly.

"What are you going to ask me to do?"

"No, it's what the owner of this ring wants you to do," said Ashulk, "and you swore to obey the orders of the owner of the ring, and now I have news of him." ”

"Yes, we swore an oath," the Jew nodded as if to discern the opposite wall, "but those were my ancestors, even my father was very young, and some of them were my grandfathers, and some of them were great-grandfathers, so ......."

The Jews, who wanted to continue, looked at Ashulk's expressionless face and slowly stopped, and then he sighed: "I know that it is useless to say anything, everything is because we are Jews, so we must accept that fate, whether it is you or them, everyone can decide our fate, just because we are Jews." ”

Ashulk shook his head, without any sympathy on his face.

"No, not because you are Jews, but because of what your forefathers did," said the Ottoman messenger coldly, "if the people here knew what your forefathers had done when the Romans' capital was conquered by the Sultan, what do you think they would do to you, even after all these years, if they knew that you had taken advantage of the wealth of the Romans when they were in danger, and were willing to provide information to the Sultan's army just for a reward, Even the death of Emperor Constantine is related to you, what do you think will happen? ”

The Jew looked at Ashulk with a pale face, he knew that the other party was right, although it was many years ago, but once those secrets were discovered, it was still a terrible fate that awaited him.

"What are you going to do?" The Jew finally ceased to be indignant, and he took another sip from his glass of water, and asked with some appointeeism.

"Tell me something, I know you know, and tell me all the people you know, and maybe I'll be able to use them."

The Jew frowned slightly, not unwilling to tell the Ottoman what he knew, but he was not too eager to fulfill his second request.

"We've done enough for you," the Jews tried to impress the Ottoman nobleman, "many of us live well here, and although things don't go our way sometimes, they're used to it, and many of them don't know what happened, so please don't let them bother them anymore and do good deeds." ”

Ashulk's dark brows furrowed, he was not used to this seemingly endless bargaining, and in his memory no order from the Sultan would be allowed to be disobeyed in the slightest.

Seeing the Ottoman's hand slowly touch the ivory handle of the long knife at his waist, the Jew took a breath and closed his eyes tightly, knowing that he might be in danger and that there was no one to save him.

However, the sharp scimitar did not cut down, and when he slowly opened his eyes, he saw Ashulk pick up the silverware and examine it carefully.

"I can make a deal with you," Ashulk said indifferently, looking at the silverware, "and you helped me in this matter, and then you will be free, and no one will come to disturb you again, and no one will expose what happened." ”

"Really?" The Jew asked in disbelief, but when he saw the Ottomans' glaring gaze, he immediately knew that he was wrong, "Of course, you are a nobleman of the Sultan, and you will definitely be true to your word." ”

Speaking of which, he looked at Ashulk's gaze, which had slowly become calm and calculating.

"So what exactly do you want to know?"

"News about a person." Ashulk gently placed the silverware in front of the Jews: "I want to know everything about this man, especially whether he is still alive." ”

The Jews looked at Ashulk in some amazement, he did not expect that this Ottoman nobleman had come all the way to Sicily to inquire about the news, but when he heard the name of that man, the Jews immediately understood everything.

It was only when Ashulk left the shop, looking at the silverware that was still shining on the table, that for the first time the Jew felt that what was in front of him was not so fascinating to him.

Grogenen's ship stayed in the port of Calipo for two days, and even those involved could not say exactly what happened during those two days.

The port officials only knew that the strange owner had bought from them a large number of records of the import of goods and various tax bills at a considerable price.

The people of Kalibo knew that the fearsome and curious Ottoman visited the local officials frequently during these two days, and his extravagant pomp and expensive gifts that would amaze everyone with their hands made the Ottoman a topic of conversation for a long time.

The handyman of the monastery knew that an old sailor of the locals had been to the monastery for 2 days, and he was impressed by the old sailor's piety.

Two days later, Groganin's merchant ships left Calibo after replenishing their various supplies and water, and according to the ship's owner, they were going to Naples.

Looking at the fading port of Caripo, Grogenin thoughtfully, the afterglow of winter shone on the roof of the slightly dilapidated houses in the port, although it was slightly gorgeous because of the dyeing of a layer of gold, but it gave people the feeling of the sunset, Grogenin felt that this seemed to be some kind of revelation from God, he looked back to the east, which had been slightly dimmed, looking at the sea at night, Grogenin could not help but have the idea that everything might be completely different in the future.

Hoassan Folgazi Ashulk also stood on the deck and looked into the distance, and in contrast to Grogenin, he looked to the west, his gaze seemed to have passed the sunset that was falling into the sea, and looked at the continent of Europa, which was still in the middle of nowhere.

Ashulk understood how important his mission was, and even before he had left Istanbul, he knew that the success of the trip might become a crucial event for the future Ottoman Empire.

Reaching out and pulling a hidden pocket on the wide belt, Ashulk took a deep breath, in addition to the mission to Europe, he also shouldered a more important mission, and this mission also had a huge impact on the empire, and even according to the Sultan's instructions before leaving, even if the envoy was not good, it was not important, but that thing had to be successful.

Giannini was in the cabin with the men cleaning up the piles of supplies that were everywhere, and according to Groganin, they would not stop at the ports along the way after leaving Caripo, but would not go ashore until Naples, so the ship had been replenished with enough stuff.

Jonini was no stranger to Naples, having visited the city many years ago as a mercenary.

Perhaps there would be an encounter with Alexander, Jonini pondered as he pressed the sack of grain against the wall, and in the past two days he had actually run to the vicinity of the monastery more than once, and had even followed the scattered abbots from a distance, and saw him wandering on the edge of the cliff.

"A lot of things will probably be clear in Naples."

Although he had such a plan in his heart, Giannini secretly reminded himself to be careful, otherwise he might be the one who 'got drunk and fell into the water'.

The huge Galen ship was heading towards Naples, and at this moment, even the people on board did not know what their arrival would bring to Naples and even to the already troubled Apennine Peninsula.