In addition to the Queen's health and two about the two Juanas, the recent topic of discussion among the Arialidots is that Pope Alexander VI will visit the old capital of Castilla Toledo.

Although most people don't know what's going on, it doesn't prevent them from thinking a lot.

In addition to the civilians, the middle and lower aristocrats also talked about this matter, because Toredo has become synonymous with rebellion and subversion, and compared with it, the Andalusian nobles in the south are not even so conspicuous.

Another sincere request from Don Bavi had been sent to the palace of Barrialido. In this summoning letter he said was written by him to ask the queen for forgiveness, Don Bavi described his actions and the Andalusian nobles as a helpless act under persecution. He claimed that he was still loyal to the royal family and the queen, but he could not bear the consuls and governors who oppressed the local nobles in the name of the queen.

So in this case, he had to lead the Andalusian nobles to rise up to defend the dignity and rights of the Castile nobles, and at the same time defend the honor and innocence of the Astamara family, the representative of the largest aristocrat in the kingdom.

Because those officials carried out tyranny under the name of the Queen's instruction, this undoubtedly hurt the Queen's reputation, so the Andalusian nobles must fight for the common honor of everyone, and for this they will spare no life.

It is conceivable that such a letter that seemed to be seeking peace and actually was full of threats caused by the uproar in the palace. It is not only the old nobles, but even the emerging nobles were secretly moved by the contents of the letter.

As the party following Isabella, many of them knew more about the Queen's strategy. They knew Isabella's intention and determination to try to regain the power of the nobles, and at the same time they understood that this determination was unshakable, including their rights.

So to some extent, this letter from Don Bavi is also fighting for their rights, which creates a strange atmosphere in Valliardo's court.

On the one hand, the condemnation of the rebels of Andalusian nobles, and on the other hand, the nobles were secretly discussing the Queen's policies, which made many people's attitudes towards Don Bavi's letter ambiguously.

Although he hated the man's judgment, no one was willing to stand up and openly accuse Don Bavi and his Andalusian aristocratic coalition. At the same time, some people, although cautious, also clearly expressed the concern that the Queen might cause civil war when she was enemies of the two forces at the same time.

At this time, Alexander VI suddenly decided to visit Toredo, which naturally attracted widespread attention.

In the Rose Corner Palace, Ferdinand had been staying for a while. Looking at Alexander VI's slow look, Ferdinand felt a little anxious.

He knew that this sloppy priest was taking the opportunity to raise his own value, but now it seems that there is no better candidate than him to serve as the contact between Valliardo de Toledo.

"We think the bright sunshine of Valencia is suitable for long-term living, so if you want, please accept a small gift from us," Ferdinand said, picking up a thin piece of paper from the plate held by the entourage standing next to him, and pausing a little while handing it to Alexander VI, not because he was reluctant, but just wanted the pope to feel the weight more intensely. "This is an honor for us, and allowing the locals to listen to your teachings at any time is obviously the best gift from God."

Alexander VI stretched out his wrinkled hand and turned the paper. He saw the large area of ​​land, farms, vineyards, and even a port town near the west coast of the Mediterranean. The Pope's face, which had no expression, finally showed a satisfied smile.

"I will bring you and the Queen's attention to them properly to the Toredo people. In addition, I hope that as the children of the Lord, we all should see that the Ottomans are our enemies. But what is heartbreaking is that the bloodstains of the regaining grounds have not been dried yet, and Castilia has faced a civil war. Sadly, both sides believe in the martyrs on the cross in this war, which is not what Jesus Christ hopes to see after making sacrifices."

Ferdinand listened carefully and nodded softly from time to time. Although the Pope was only dissatisfied with the killings among his fellow believers, this meaning clearly proved that he was indeed willing to mediate the possible civil war.

This is enough. Ferdinand instantly felt that the things he paid were indeed worth the money.

Ferdinand was very satisfied with Alexander VI's perception of being so sensible. He even felt that he had given a little less. After all, the trip was not easy to start. In addition, Alexander VI's departure was indeed very good. At least in this way, he could delay the request Isabella might have made to the Pope about revising the sermon of Zaragoza.

"I didn't expect that I was still such a hot item," the pope smiled rare when he stood in the garden with Alexander and talked secretly. He looked at Alexander with a playful look. After thinking about it, he still asked, "So you arranged all this?"

"Of course not. I haven't reached that level, but it's not surprising that whether it's Isabella, Torledo's parliament or Ferdinand, they all regard Juana as an important pawn. Whoever can control this future queen's heir is the real master of Castilla in the future, and you are a bridge connecting them all."

"And you are the one standing on this bridge." The Pope sighed softly. "I only now know the reason why Caesar will be defeated by you. He is indeed too tender compared to you. In fact, if Giovanni is still alive, everything may be another way, but this is God's arrangement, right?"

The Pope's slightly lonely mood made Alexander a little helpless. The blow to Alexander VI of Caesar's death was unimaginable. His dream of establishing the Kingdom of Porgia was shattered. At that time, he still chose to support Caesar despite his doubts about Caesar's murder of Giovanni, but he did not want to lose his last son. However, after paying such a huge price, he got such a result, which naturally made Alexander VI feel confused and disappointed.

"I just stand on this bridge, and your descendants can walk across this bridge and then ascend to a gorgeous throne." Alexander whispered to the Pope "Lucrezia will be the one who brings the Bogia family to glory."

The expression on Alexander VI's face instantly became wonderful. He seemed full of hope but refused to believe it easily. So when he was hesitating, his eyes were gloomy, but this did not prevent a hint of blush from floating on his cheeks that were slightly trembling due to excitement.

"Is this a promise?" the Pope pointed his fingers on Alexander's chest. "If this is a promise, I want you to formally guarantee that my grandson can get the rights he deserves, and that these promises must be proved by someone of sufficient weight."

"Of course, all this is what Lucrezia deserves." Alexander knew that this was the deal between him and the Pope, and Alexander VI would agree to cooperate with him, and the purpose was to do this.

"So have you considered the future?" The Pope suddenly lowered his voice, and his eyes flashed from Alexander to the main hall of the palace not far away, and his tone gradually became excited. "This is a powerful and wealthy kingdom. Many people are coveting this crown. So who do you want to wear it in the future?"

The Pope's bewitching tone made Alexander not think of the seductive and depraved Satan. At the same time, he also found that human greed was indeed endless. Now Alexander VI is already planning a crown for his grandson that even Alexander himself has not touched. This makes people sigh that the people of the Porgia family are really a group of lives created with ambition and greed.

"It's too early to say this. What we have to do now is to rush to Toledo. I think many people are looking forward to us leaving as soon as possible."

Alexander said it well. Compared to the time when he came to this city, there were indeed many people looking forward to them leaving quickly. Some of them were indeed hoping that the Pope could serve as a messenger of peace to eliminate a possible civil war, while others were worried that he might cause trouble if he continued to stay.

So two days later, Alexander VI said goodbye to Valliardoir, because he was too hastily, and his team could not even bring all the big and small baggages, but Ferdinand had promised him that he would send those things to Cape Naoni, which had been officially recognized as the Pope's jurisdiction.

It is a coastal town located in the southwest of Valencia, not far from Valencia City. It happened to be across the sea from the Baliari Islands, the hometown of Diego.

The Pope was quite satisfied with Ferdinand's arrangement. He praised the piety of the two kings and their great contribution to the world of Christ with great praise. He sincerely promised to add blessings to Isabella's health to the daily prayers in the future. Until she fully recovered, the Pope also received Ferdinand's excited thanks.

Gonzalo also came to see him off, but he gave him Alexander.

Seeing the two Majesties bid farewell to each other sincerely, Gonzalo showed obvious mockery on his face, and then he turned his head to Alexander, who was also watching the scene, and said, "So you are finally leaving?"

"I'm leaving. I've been here for too long," Alexander looked at the city of Valliardo. He didn't have a good impression of the city. The messy city layout, the narrow streets, the dirty and dark alleys, and the ancient palace castle that was magnificent and obviously outdated despite its magnificent decoration. All of this shows that Valliardo was no longer suitable for becoming the capital of a new kingdom. This is probably the reason why Ferdinand later made it hard and finally moved the capital of Madrid by Charles V. It seems that this decision is very correct now. The capital of the Spanish Empire in the future will be Madrid, and Alexander believes that it will become the center of Europe in the future. "Then we part here, I hope that there will be no unpleasantness when we meet again next time."

Listening to Alexander's obvious hint, Gonzalo showed a hint of excitement: "On the contrary, I hope to meet you on the battlefield in the future."

Alexander looked silently at the arrogant Castile star in front of him, and finally nodded after a little pondering.

"If there is one day, I hope that I am standing opposite you, because my generals also hope to be able to compete with you."

After saying that, Alexander raised his hand and touched the huge brim of the rolled-up sun hat, and then turned over and jumped onto Pagasus's back with the help of his followers.

The trumpeter of the team ahead sounded the loud trumpet, and the team began to move forward slowly.

"Go away."

Looking at the team gradually fading away, Ferdinand, who had walked to Gonzalo at some point, muttered to himself. He looked at Gonzalo who had been looking at Alexander's back and lowered his voice slightly, "General, I personally respect you very much. I have never forgotten your achievements in Naples and Rome. I admire your outstanding military talent and courage, but I need your loyalty even more. If you can be loyal to me..."

"I am loyal to the queen," said Ferdinand without waiting for Gonzalo to finish his words without hesitation. "I have never changed my vow in many years. Although I have done things for you and even generously solved financial troubles for you, I don't know what makes you think I will give my loyalty to an arrogant little king."

Ferdinand's face turned blue and stared at Gonzalo's face. The corners of his mouth were trembling slightly because of his anger and he couldn't help but beat him. Gonzalo's arrogant words were like sharp arrows piercing his self-esteem. At this moment, for the first time he had the urge to throw this person into the terrible dungeon of the Judicial Court, rather than just trying to drive him to his hometown.

"You will pay for your arrogance," Ferdinand said with a gloomy expression. "When no one can protect you anymore, I will make you regret the stupidity of today."

"If that's the case, I can only lament that God has abandoned me, but for you, I can't think of anything worth fearing me."

After saying that, Gonzalo nodded to Ferdinand as if perfunctory, and without waiting for his response, he threw King Aragon aside alone and turned around and walked towards the carriage waiting for him.

Ferdinand's entourage came over and heard the "squeak" sound of the rattan in the king's hand being pinched, and also noticed the expression on the king's face that was already stiff and almost distorted to restrain himself.

"Go and give that Togo Motor a sum of money," Ferdinand said to the entourage standing beside him with a gloomy face. "That man is very greedy, but this is a good thing for us."

"Are you trying to get him to find out the crime Gonzalo committed?" the entourage asked carefully.

"Let him start with Gonzalo's men, some of them are easy to deal with," Ferdinand's voice was quiet and low, but in this tone, the follower felt a violent storm that would burst out at any time.

The weather in September is changing, and when I left, the sun was still shining brightly. But before I walked far, the sky was covered with clouds. The large dark lead clouds above my head were like huge black waves in the surging ocean, slid across the sky. Then, without waiting for the traveling team to prepare, first there were fine raindrops, then large drops of raindrops fell down and crackled on the top of the carriage, from slow to fast, from sparse to dense, gradually it seemed that the whole world was shrouded under the rain curtain in the sky.

Alexander turned his head and looked at Valliaridod behind him. In just a short while, Valliaridod's outline became so blurred. Alexander didn't know if this was a revelation, but he knew that Isabella would be the last queen of the city. Whether it was Juana, the nominal queen, Ferdinand, the actual ruler of Castile, or Charles V, despite their own different reasons, they never regarded Valliaridod as the capital of this country. In this way, Isabella, who decided to move the capital to Valliarido, became the only monarch from beginning to end in the capital of this Castile.

Alexander can imagine that just as Isabella had left the influence left by the old nobles and Enrique 4, in order to erase the possible influence and destruction of those opponents of Castilian, Ferdinand chose to stay away from this city, and his grandson Charles V also chose a new capital for himself to get rid of his shadow.

Alexander didn't know whether he would make the same decision in the future, but he knew that no matter what the future, everything was destined to be different when he visited the city for the third time.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the convoy had to stop temporarily to shelter from the rain. Although the weather was not very cold, it was uncomfortable to pour the rain on it, and as time went by, you could feel the chill.

Alexander saw the pope sitting in the carriage with open doors coughing from a distance. He took the horse over and stopped in front of the car. Looking at the pope sitting in the car with a handkerchief covering his mouth and gasping quickly, Alexander immediately bent down slightly and said with concern: "You should pay attention to your body. The weather is not very good for an elderly person like you."

There was another severe cough. The pope raised his head and looked at Alexander outside the car with some difficulty. At this moment, he seemed a little dazed. Then he suddenly smiled and said, "Don't worry, I know how to take care of myself. If you look carefully at the history of the church, you will know that all the pope named Alexander lives for a long time, so you don't have to worry that I will fall suddenly."

Listening to the Pope's words, Alexander couldn't help but remember that Alexander VI and Isabella in history passed away almost one after another in the same year, and they actually didn't have much time left.

Although everything seems to have changed now, Isabella fell ill earlier than in history, and Alexander VI probably wouldn't have killed himself by accident, but because the prospects are blurred, he doesn't know what will be waiting for everyone.

"Tell me how confident you are, I mean if you really plan to show up with that couple this time, tell me how much chance you have, or at least let me know how many chances you have to prevent us from losing our lives after failure."

Listening to Alexander VI's question that seemed not so optimistic, Alexander did not answer directly. He looked up at the blurry road in the distance under the misty rain, and pointed forward with the whip in his hand: "We always have to go on anyway, right, your Majesty?"

"Yes, we can only walk." Alexander VI leaned back against the car gang, staring straight at the rainy ground outside, and then said, "Then let's go."
Chapter completed!