Two weeks have passed since Santa Rosaria's Bloody Night.

The people of Palermo seem to have come out of the horrors of that bloody night a dozen days ago, and although people always pass something unspeakable to each other with a kind of "you know" inexplicable look when they meet in the street, they can still stop worrying or worrying about that one thing all day.

During this time, Sandruk Bochum showed good character as a captain of the city's defenses, and while he was fully committed to restoring order in Palermo, he also began an investigation into the events of the previous Bloody Night.

Despite the slow progress of the investigation, the captain's resoluteness surprised many of those who had thought that the mercenary was just an errand, while others were not only unoptimistic about Bochum, but even thought that handing over Palermo to such a ruffian might be the beginning of a new catastrophe.

Bochum's in-depth investigation into the Bloody Night gradually revealed the tip of the iceberg, and to the surprise of the Palermo people, all the evidence seemed to prove that the conspiracy was inextricably linked to the French.

Zioni had done a lot of business with France during his lifetime, and in the days leading up to the accident, he had been visited by strangers who spoke French.

During the search of the bodies of some lonely gangsters who died on the night of the turmoil, some people found on them the self-defense daggers commonly used by the French, which were very similar in appearance to a certain organ on the body of men, or some people simply found that although some of the gangsters were wearing Sicilian clothes, the fabric of their underwear was the kind of thick linen trousers that were obviously widely used by the French.

All this proves the shadow of the French in it, and one only has to think a little about the fact that Sicily is now at war with France, and there is every reason to believe that all this must have been done by the French.

The results of the investigation in Bochum were very satisfying to both the noble council, the church, and the wife of the court, who was the family of the victim.

Since it was the chaos started by the French, then this is a real conspiracy of conflict between the two countries, this pure relationship between friend and foe makes everyone suddenly change from a bad duty to a hero who rises up to defend the country, and the palace minister was martyred in battle with the enemies of the kingdom, and in this respect, the palace minister is proud enough to face any nobleman from Aragon or even Castile.

As for the Church, one can imagine how much sympathy and pity the Holy See would have shown to Sicily when he heard of this terrible tragedy.

Everyone seems to be satisfied, with one exception.

Alfonso was unhappy, or rather worried, about Bochum's unexpected enthusiasm for investigating the killers.

Since it is a conspiracy of the French, where did these French come from?

And what did you do in Palermo? Who have you been in contact with?

Who is their leader?

How could they execute such a massive conspiracy so skillfully without being discovered?

How did they finally escape Palermo?

This series of questions, once investigated, is enough for Bochum to discover a lot of things.

Do you want to kill this new captain too? The thought only flickered before Alfonso dismissed it.

Unlike Peron, a few years of comfortable life have turned Perón from a knight with a sword to a swinger under a woman's skirt, except that his natural cruelty has allowed him to maintain a somewhat murderous nature, Perón is no longer so dangerous.

But Bochum is different, this mercenary is still like a wolf with sharpened teeth, and he has a large group of unruly riffraff under his command, and if he misses, things can get bad.

What's more, if two city defense captains are killed in a row, it will inevitably make people suspect him.

But if Bochum was allowed to continue like this, it might become unmanageable, at least Alfonso had heard that the mercenary was already sending people around to investigate something about Malejo.

Alfonso knew that even the most meticulous plan would inevitably have holes, and it was difficult to say where the clues would be exposed, which made him feel the need to let Cyan go out of the way.

And there was one person who annoyed him, and that was Cambrai.

Gombray was apparently aware of the fact that he had entertained a learned man from France, which made Alfonso worry for a moment about what the Greek would associate with him.

Although it was not uncommon in this day and age to live and die on the battlefield while entertaining guests from enemy countries at home, Alfonso was still worried that the Greek would spoil his own business.

But the Gombray did not seem to have any intention of seizing on this matter, and even when he came to take his leave, he did not show any hint of blackmail.

But then, from many people, Alfonso heard that the reason why Bochum suddenly went out of his way to investigate the bloody night was actually at the behest of the Greek.

What exactly did he want to do, just to take the opportunity to buy it from the council and the palace minister's wife, or had he already discovered something?

Alfonso decided to get Clarion out of Palermo as soon as possible, if it weren't for the fact that he really needed this right-hand man to be by his side in those days, he would have left early after Santa Rosaria's anniversary.

In addition, there is another thing that has always reassured him, and this time it happened to let Cleion do it by the way.

"I haven't heard from him for too long," Alfonso said to Clarion standing in front of him, this is the secret room in the Palazzo Diocesis across the street from the Cathedral of Palermo, Alfonso has decided to use this as the episcopal palace after becoming bishop, and he is also considering whether to build a sky corridor across the street between the future cathedral and the episcopal palace, so that he does not have to walk through the bustling streets every day to 'work' "Your brother is a very stable man, and I am a little worried about the lack of news for so long." “

"Obey my lord," replied Clarion simply and respectfully, without the slightly slick and slick worldly merchant of the time he was outside, "and let him come back to serve you when you find him?" ”

"No, he has his business to do," Alfonso wondered if he should tell Clarion what his brother was going to do, but out of caution he didn't say, "don't tell him why you left Palermo, and don't ask him what he's doing." ”

"I understand, my lord," Cleion bowed and nodded, "so when will I be back?" ”

"Listen to the news about me," Alfonso replied in an ambiguous manner after a moment's thought, "if all goes well I will soon be appointed bishop, and you can come back if you hear the news, and you can come back if you have nothing to do, but be careful." ”

Crion nodded and bowed again, and when he saw the priest waving his hand slightly, he took Alfonso's hand and kissed it, and then quietly exited the secret room.

"Hope is just a cranky thought," Alfonso sat down as he felt a little tired after Clarion left, "That's not okay, I'm still young," the priest muttered, and walked over to the wall to fan the large mirror to reveal a dark compartment inside, and he took out a transparent bottle from one of the compartments, which contained half a viscous green potion.

After opening it, he carefully placed a few drops in the glass full of wine, Alfonso sniffed first, and then drank the whole glass in one gulp.

Then he walked slowly back to the bedroom inside, lay down on the bed, and closed his eyes.

"God, let me see what you have revealed to me."

Alfonso groaned, his eyes glazed over, and he fell into a strange state of half-asleep.

When he left the Episcopal Palace, he used to stand by the carriage and look around, although it was in the side entrance alley of the Episcopal Palace, but because he walked out of the main entrance of the Duomo, Vittorio Street, it was still very lively.

Crion was a cautious man, and he looked carefully at both sides of the alley, and saw no one except a young black man with a large wicker basket who looked like a servant of a certain house, so he jumped into the carriage and walked slowly out of the alley.

As the carriage and the black young man staggered by, Cryan instinctively glanced down at him.

A very energetic young man, although his skin was dark, but his eyes and teeth were bright, and Clarion suddenly felt that it would not be a good idea to find such a black servant, at least most of these people could not understand his words, let alone the documents and correspondence, so that at least he would not have to worry about revealing secrets.

Well, when the matter settles down this time, I'll go buy some black slaves, and Crion plans to do so as he drives the carriage out of the alley.

The young black man stood at the entrance of the alley and looked at the back of the carriage that had gone away, and then he carried a basket and followed the flow of people through Vittorio to a tailor's shop.

Osborne's business has become better recently, which makes him somewhat unexpected, he originally thought that he would be depressed after the death of the palace minister, although he can avoid being troubled by some people with the protection of the palace minister's wife, but it is definitely not as good as before.

But the truth was beyond his expectations, the influence of the palace minister in the noble council made him soon become a celebrity in the eyes of many Palermo people, and I don't know when a rumor about the ambiguous relationship between him and the palace minister began to circulate, which made Osborne even more popular, even more beautiful than when Gomez was alive.

Of course, the tailor himself knew the truth of the rumor, and although he was happy to let people have that kind of misunderstanding, he knew better that sometimes it should not be excessive, so whenever someone tried to explore his intimate relationship with the palace minister, he avoided it as much as possible, rather than showing off his affairs to others as he used to.

However, this made this rumor more believable, so when the news came out of nowhere that Captain Sandruk Bochum seemed to have some kind of affection for the palace minister's wife, people began to pay attention to these big names with the eyes of a good show.

That's right, after the bloody night, Osborne is also a big man in Palermo.

The young black man walked into the tailor's shop, and saw a fellow busy carrying several large bundles of woolen cloth into the shop, so he put down the basket and went over to help, but the fellow refused very harshly.

"I know how to work, go farther away you dirty devil," the guy was a young man with a pimple on his face, his nostrils turned up slightly, and he looked as if his whole face was always tilted up, "Go away, there's nothing to do with you here, go find work somewhere else." ”

"I'm not here to find work, I'm going to see Master Gombray," the black young man smiled and showed his white teeth, "My name is Ulius Osas." ”

The man looked at Uliu with some suspicion, and after making sure that Uliu was indeed not here to steal his job, he casually pointed to the stairs behind him, "Go up from there to the end, but knock on the door first." At this, a lewd smile appeared on his pimple-covered face.

Uliu didn't ask why, just nodded, and then he walked up the stairs through the piles of goods that were piled up everywhere in the store.

Hearing the "thump" of him stepping on the wooden staircase, the fellow glanced disapprovingly, cursed "damn Moorish," and went about his business.

Uliu's steps were heavier as he was a little way from the room he had mentioned, and then he went to the door and tapped lightly.

The door opened, and a girl appeared in the doorway.

Although he was prepared for the hints of the guy, Ulliu was still stunned by the girl's amazing beauty.

"More beautiful than Madame Niodora." It was the only thought that crossed Uliu's mind when he saw Sophia.

But what made Ulliu feel a little strange was the girl's dress.

A dress that looked distinctly bohemian and flamboyant, and a large glass pendant on her towering chest was nothing more than that, and she wore a very rare apron over her skirt, which made her look like a little housekeeper.

"Excuse me, is Master Gombray at home?" After the previous accident, Ulliu became much calmer, such a beautiful girl he had seen before, and he had seen a lot, "I have something very important to look for him." ”

Sophia stared at the Moorish youth in front of her, her eyes unceremonious, even a little wary, and tilted her head to look into the corridor behind him, as if to check if there was anyone else.

Just as Ulliu wondered why the girl didn't speak, a voice came from the room: "Who is looking for me?" ”

Sophia stepped aside, and Uliuu looked inside, and he froze.

Contrary to Uliu's imagination, there were not only Alexander and the girl in the small room, but three other people.

They are, the former wife of the palace minister, the current captain of the city defense of Palermo, and the new owner of Ulliu, Bochum, and the owner of the tailor shop Osborne.