The dinner with Ferdinand ended very late. When the king left, the jester who had been with him found a lingering haze in Ferdinand's expression. This jester who had always won the favor of his master by making jokes and making all kinds of harmless jokes became cautious.

Ferdinand is not a tyrant, at least he never easily convicted people, and even those who had offended him would not easily use too harsh means to deal with them.

But if the king is really angered, his revenge is extremely cruel and ruthless. He once threw the Aragon nobles who opposed him into prison without hesitation, and even more, he locked his opponents in a cold and wet dungeon until they were soaked in a waist-deep pool and their bodies were ulcerated.

Ferdinand was tolerant but never ruthless, which made him even more difficult to understand. Now seeing the king was not in a good mood, the jester followed carefully, knowing that Ferdinand suddenly stopped and looked at him and asked, "Did Flomenza send someone to send a report before?"

"Yes, your majesty, you asked me to put it in the secret room of your living room," the jester replied in a low voice. As one of the most trusted people around Ferdinand, this jester was more responsible for the duties of the secretary around the king. This may seem strange to others. After all, a jester like Castilia cannot be so reused. "But there is nothing important to it."

"Whether it matters sometimes depends on what kind of role it is," Ferdinand said slowly. In fact, he himself knew that he seemed to have missed something very important before. It was only this reminder from Alexander that he suddenly remembered the report sent by the Governor of Sicily, which made him a little annoyed that he had missed such an important thing before. But now it is not the time to consider these things. "Go and find me that report, I want to take a good look."

The jester immediately nodded and secretly remembered the king's concern for Sicily in his heart. In this way, the next time the governor of Sicily sent someone to send a letter, he would immediately submit it to the king.

After Ferdinand left, Alexander did not say goodbye. He accompanied the Pope to a flat hill outside the Rose Corner Palace. The evening breeze blew, and the slightly hot air poured into his robe, stretching his clothes. The comfortable feeling made people even want to close their eyes and have a little rest on such a midsummer night.

However, the Pope obviously did not feel this way. Alexander VI looked worried on his face. His hands gently lit up on the crutch inlaid with gems, which made Alexander vaguely feel the uneasiness in the pope.

"Will Ferdinand really deprive his daughter of the regent?" Although he had known this result for a long time, Alexander VI was still hesitant about this judgment. He knew very well what this matter meant, especially when Isabella was not in a clear state of condition. What consequences would it bring if he rashly supported Ferdinand, which made Alexander VI difficult to decide. "If the Queen's condition improves, this would be a very bad plan."

Alexander nodded slightly, and he knew that the Pope was right. If Isabella recovered in time and Ferdinand had not had time to start acting, maybe everything would be fine.

But if the Queen was bedridden or even in serious condition, then Juana would have to be in power. By then, Ferdinand would have to take measures to control Juana.

All of this is under the premise that Isabella may never recover, and may even be able to die. However, if the queen eventually recovers, then the couple of kings will face an inevitable fierce conflict.

At that time, Alexander VI, who chose to support Ferdinand, might be in a difficult situation.

Looking at the worried pope, Alexander couldn't help but think of the Metic brothers who are now far away in Italy and are still rushing to revive their families.

Compared with the Bogia family with a lot of bad records, the Metic family can even be said to be a group of nearly perfect rulers.

The most relishable thing is not only because of their passion and support for art, but also because this family is more "kind".

This sounds strange. For the Florentines, the Metic family has absolutely nothing to do with being kind, but it looks different from the people who deal with them.

The people of the Metic family are cunning, greedy, power-loving and insidious, which no one denies, but this family also has another advantage, that is, they are "very righteous" to their friends.

The Metic family will not forget any enemy, but they will not forget anyone who has helped them. This makes the family have many enemies and many friends.

Even people who have lost their value to them will reach out to help them as long as they have worked hard for them.

This is the Metic family, a strange and charming family.

It is obvious that the Bogia family does not have such a good tradition. Perhaps cheating the son-in-law is considered a tradition of this family, but just thinking about it will make people discourage it.

So now Alexander VI himself has to face the fate of being abandoned once it loses its effect.

"I can't take this risk," the pope finally stopped beating his cane and looked at Alexander and said, "Unless we can know what the Queen is doing recently, if I rashly declare that Juanna is not qualified to inherit the crown of a Christ world country because of her soul being tempted by the devil, then her supporters may tear us all into pieces without the Queen's presence," said the pope in a heavy tone, "This is Castilia, I am more familiar with everything here than you, and believe they can do this kind of thing."

Alexander did not refute this time. He knew that the Pope was right. Iberia was a magical place. While the people here believed in the cross almost fanatical, they firmly believed that the royal family was above the church. This unique phenomenon that was later only the Anglican Church in England has appeared in several countries in Iberia. This is actually influenced by too many Moors.

However, this did cause them a lot of trouble, and Alexander also wanted to know more about Isabella's recent situation.

"I'll find a way."

Alexander could only say this, the Pope said, and he could not guarantee when Uriu would be able to find out the news, and he also had different ideas about Juana than before.

Alexander originally wanted to control Juana like Ferdinand. Although the princess's spirit was not stable enough, he was still the legal heir of Castilla. However, this identity was enough to make people pay too much attention to her. This even made him have the intention to take Juana in his hands at any cost.

But now, the Pope's concerns have given him new ideas.

"Alexander, I think sometimes helping the weak may be a good choice," the pope patted Alexander's hand who was supporting him. "Have you never thought we could help Juana, I think at least she is much easier to deal with than Ferdinand."

"Your advice is indeed good, but we all know that Ferdinand is not easy to deal with. If he knew we wanted to betray him, maybe your situation would be worse."

"My child, isn't my situation bad enough? You should know that this is Castilia, for us, just the stupid people in this place, and if they are angry, it will be enough to make us all go to hell." Alexander VI looked at his son-in-law with a look of 'you're too young', and then he lowered his voice again and said, "If you want to take the risk of taking the crown of Castilia, you should know who you should stand on."

"So you chose Isabella?"

"No, I just chose the party that is in my favor."

Alexander listened thoughtfully. Although he knew that these inferences were still unfounded before getting news about Isabella's condition, he admitted that the Pope was right. The situation in Iberia was much more complicated than he imagined. At least from Ferdinand so eager to interfere with the regent of Castile, and even hinted at him to slander his daughter, he could see that although Ferdinand was determined to rule Castile, he was also very wary of the nobles of Castile.

Ferdinand was obviously worried that the Castile nobles would use Juana to fight him. Although Philip is no longer a threat now, the Castiles must still be unwilling to obey him.

And there is undoubtedly the shadow of Isabella behind this.

"We must get the news from the Queen so that we can know what to do next." The Pope looked at Alexander with a meaningful look. He had seen that Alexander had already made arrangements in Castilla before, and he now needed to know whether these arrangements were worthy of his risk of choosing between the couple. "If you want to win the crown, you must let people see your sincerity, and there are more people besides me."

Alexander, who understood the meaning of the Pope's words, did not speak. He knew that the Pope had not finished speaking. Sure enough, Alexander VI continued: "In Castilla, it is not only Valyaridod. Torredo's nobles and church also have a great influence. I think you should not ignore them. In addition, I think I should go to Torredo for inspection."

After saying that, Alexander VI walked alone with a cane thinking about the Rose Horn Palace, leaving Alexander behind him looking at his back slightly ecstatic.

When Uriu came to the house of Don Marklos Byrne, the treasury official, happened to be at home.

So he could only hide in the kitchen and eat the newly picked green grapes with the sour smell, while listening to them talking about the latest happenings just now at home.

"Mr. must be very angry," said a servant mysteriously. "This time I asked him to catch him. I saw that the lady had panic and knocked over a precious vase that the adult liked the most, but she didn't stop the master from chasing the poor Knight Barto and wandering around the yard for several times."

"Yes, poor Knight Barto and his wife, they are in trouble this time, but the master has been busy and has not returned home before, so he is careless. Who would have thought that the master would come back so early today?"

A maid said with some gloating pleasure that the maid was not worried about her wife's bad scandal, but was excited about such an interesting topic.

"Actually, that Bart Knight deserves it," the cook said and looked at Uriu who was listening to the relish. "The master has been back early these days, but the Bart Knight has been pestering and refusing to leave. Even if he didn't break their situation today, the master will know one day."

"Master Fukuoguan seems not so busy these days, right?" Uliu, who immediately noticed something, asked casually while throwing the green grapes into his mouth.

"It seems that I'm idle, so I said that the Barto Knight deserves it. He is too brave, so this time it hurts them all."

Uriu listened to the mouth of the sour grapes chewing slowly stopped. He felt that he should tell the owner about this as soon as possible, because it didn't sound good news.

But before Uriu could report to Alexander, a good news from the palace had spread in the city of Valliedo.

The queen who performed silent prayers had fulfilled his wish. According to Thomas Tongomada, the queen would return to the court after another small private confession ceremony.

The Barriadoted people immediately became excited. Although the Queen had made similar prayers before, this time it took too long, which even made many people secretly speculate whether something unexpected happened. Now the Queen is back safely and will soon appear in front of the people. However, this news is enough to comfort the people who are already vaguely uneasy.

The news was also delivered to Alexander soon, because according to Thomas Tongomada, the Queen will immediately meet the Pope after a private prayer ceremony. Although this ceremony cannot be compared with the grandeur of the Pope when he visited Castilla, Isabella has ordered another grand viewing ceremony in the palace.

So when Uriu finally had the chance to come to Alexander's residence again, he saw Alexander staring at a gorgeously decorated letter on the table.

Uriu walked to the master helplessly and stood up. A trace of frustration appeared on his face. Speaking of which, this was a rare failure he had ever followed Alexander, which made Uriu even feel that everything he had done before was too stupid.

"You don't need to blame yourself," Alexander saw Uriu's expression of annoyance, and he comforted his former emperor with a wry smile. "This is not Rome, you will never have the chance to show your smile to those ladies, and you can easily find out from them everything you want to know. This is Castilla, and even Diego must be careful here."

"But Master, the Queen's illness seems to be cured," Uriu said with some disappointment. "I thought..."

"Why, do you think she just died easily like this?"

Alexander glanced at Uriu and smiled. Although he knew that Isabella's life span was only about two years in history, he was no longer sure if this would happen. After all, there were too many things that had changed. Since Gonzalo could not defeat the French in 1501 to occupy the entire Naples for Ferdinand, Isabella might not have died two years later.

"But this is too bad for us, right? After all, that Don Bavi is almost unable to hold on," Uriu said with some annoyance. "Even if James keeps helping him, it's useless. Those Andalusians are simply a bunch of idiots."

Uriu, who seemed emotionally excited because of the previous setbacks, angrily vented his dissatisfaction with the Andalusian nobles, which made Alexander feel a little interesting.

Alexander knew that Uriu, who always looked like he was smiling all day long, seemed to be respectful to anyone, was actually a very proud person. Perhaps in his mind, there were not many people under Alexander who could compare with him, but this setback made him feel so useless, which made him feel a little self-deprecating and even become nervous.

"Uriu, I think we are indeed wrong," Alexander interrupted Uriu's complaint. Although he knew that the urgency and pressure that Uriu had been facing for a long time needed to be released, he did not want to see that this method was used to completely deflate Uriu. "Maybe you should leave Barriadod for a while."

"Master, do you mean you don't need me anymore, right? Do you want me to go back to Rome?" Uriu asked in disappointment.

"No, I can't live without you here, but I don't think this is where you play a role," Alexander comforted his royal officer. He didn't want Uriu to lose confidence in himself because of this small blow. "I think you have to prepare for a long journey. I have a more important task to hand over to you. If necessary, maybe you have to prepare some thick clothes for yourself, after all, those places may be very cold."

Uriu looked at the cicada outside with a little surprise. Speaking of which, the summer in Iberia made him recall this season in his hometown. Sometimes when he walked on the street, he felt that he had returned to his hometown when he saw the familiar fruits.

So when he heard that he was going to prepare a cotton coat for winter, Uliu felt that he had heard it wrong, and then he immediately thought of a possibility that he had never thought of before.

"Master, you want me to go..." Uriu instinctively raised his hand and pointed to the direction he guessed. Seeing Alexander smile and nodding, the Moors were still a little surprised after guessing, but he immediately bowed and saluted, "Master who obeyed your orders."

Alexander put the invitation on the table in the name of Isabella, and then he held Uriu's shoulder and walked out the door: "I believe you will be able to do this task. You must know that France is different from here, but the valley of Loire may be very cold in winter."

Seeing Uriu leaving in a donkey cart, Alexander stood on the steps and remained silent.

He knew that Uriu was hit by failure to grasp the information about Isabella in time. In fact, this setback also caught him off guard for Alexander. At this time, he was even a little grateful that the Pope was too cautious, but in this way, his influence on Alexander VI might have been weakened a lot.

Looking up at the scorching sun in the sky, Alexander blocked his eyes with his hands. He heard Sher behind him complaining about the haunting weather, but Alexander had no intention of going back to the house.
Chapter completed!