Don Bavi put on a gorgeous robe with the help of his servant. He watched the servant squat down and put shoes on his feet, so he moved his toes with a little effort and kicked the servant aside.

"Mandosa, come," Don Bavi said to his confidant entourage standing beside him. Seeing the entourage coming over and kneeling in front of him and carefully putting on his boots, Don Bavi approached his former body, and reached out his hand and grabbed the ear of the entourage called Mandosa, and asked him to raise his head and look at himself. "Mandosa, remember what I told you?"

"Master I know," the follower nodded in a muffled voice, and then continued to do his work. He tied the long stockings tie rope exposed outside the boots with a little force. After looking up and asking Don Bavi if he felt uncomfortable, he relaxed a little.

The boots are polished and smoothed with a whole piece of cowhide. There are many patterns on the upper. The holes in the leather connected with silk threads with colorful patterns form swirls of different colors like clouds.

This is just a pair of boots. Once covered by the robe, few people can see its gorgeous appearance. The outer robe is even more luxurious. At least the cloud shoulder woven with most of the gold foil thread is enough to make many people stun their price.

"If I was destined to die one day, then I should be wearing the most gorgeous clothes to welcome that moment." Donbawei raised his hand and stroked the lower robe. In fact, this dress was not comfortable to wear, it was heavy and stiff, because there were a lot of gold and silver threads on the robe, so the long robe felt like it was trapped in a coffin of a moving coffin. Donbawei, who had already been unable to move, looked like the terrible mummies in the tomb of the Orient.

Although a grand wedding was about to be held, in fact, any pomp at this time seemed so abrupt. The team that was supposed to be parading along the city had to give up this unrealistic plan. At the same time, according to the arrangement, the welcoming ceremony that should have been held in the square in front of the Seville Cathedral was also cancelled.

Sister Alphth, now known as Princess Alphth, was dressed in a group of ladies, wearing a luxurious long dress she had never worn before, wearing precious jewelry, and a crown that was made in a hurry the night before.

"You are such a beautiful bride." A companion lady seemed to stop after saying this. She shrugged her shoulders because she didn't know what to say next, then stepped aside and let others come over to continue serving the princess in dress.

The bride had a long beetle, and she kept mopping the floor and pulling out a long distance away. She had to have a few innocent children to drag it, but this seemed to have become a troublesome thing, because no nobleman wanted his children to do this good thing that should have been scrambling to fight for.

So the beetle behind the bride's dress had to be temporarily changed to a large cloak, at least in this way, there would be no need for more people to help.

It was in such an atmosphere that seemed to be perfunctory everywhere that the wedding began on time in the morning.

But the atmosphere was really bad. Many people stood outside the church and waited while whispering. The confusion and uneasiness between the expressions formed a sharp contrast with the festive atmosphere that the wedding should have. It seemed that everyone had the feeling of this being the last crazy feeling of the Andalusian noble coalition.

In the early morning, the messenger sent to Malaga to negotiate with the Queen of Sicily came back, and the news he brought back made the Andalusian nobles dumbfounded.

When the envoy said that the queen had brazenly announced the war against them just because of a protest purely in diplomatic rhetoric, no one was wondering whether all this had been planned for a long time.

But they never thought that the civil war between the Kingdom of Aragon would suddenly be implicated in Castilla without warning, which made the Andalusian nobles who were still sarcastic about the internal strife of the Aragonists not long ago unable to make the turn.

Although I don't want too many people to know, this kind of news is certainly impossible to block it. So when the morning came and the bells ringing everywhere in Seville for the wedding rang over the sky, the news that the Sicilian army was about to go to war with the coalition forces had already spread throughout the city of Seville.

Don Bavi was sitting in a wheelchair and staring at the church gate. Not far from him and in every corner of the church stood a large number of his guards. He didn't know if anyone would dare to stop the wedding or simply want his life at this time, so he was ready.

The juren of Seville stood alone in front of the altar. Since he took the initiative to cooperate with the coalition forces, many priests of the Seville church were unwilling to interact with him again. What frustrated the juren was that it was not long before he could stand in this dream position, and the Andalusian rebels seemed to have reached the end of their destiny.

This made the lieutenant feel uneasy about his future Ning. Perhaps when the rebels were wiped out, he would not have any worries about life, but it can be imagined that his future would end here.

The sound of a convoy marching came from outside the church. Soon a servant hurried in and whispered a few words in the ear of Don Bavi’s side. The convoy immediately bent down and whispered to the duke: “Master, the princess’ convoy has arrived, and everything goes well.”

Donbawei's face, which had been stiff, shook, as if he was laughing, then he snorted softly and signaled to follow him and push him forward.

Inside and outside the church, countless pairs of eyes moved with the approaching convoy. When the carriage stopped at the church door and Princess Alphot, wearing gorgeous wedding clothes, walked slowly down on the wooden bench placed in front of the car door, waves of shock and even panic shouts came from the crowd.

Although it was a claim to the Castile throne in her name, there were not many people who had actually seen this "Princess Alphonte".

Although there have been many rumors about this princess before, when I saw a young woman with obvious mixed race characteristics appear in front of me, the Andalusian nobles still started to talk about it because of accidents, doubts, and even anger.

In fact, even those nobles who had indeed seen Mary of Aragon, who knew that this was a real twin sister, were incredible or unacceptable to what they saw.

At this moment, the majesty of the Astamara family was at least shaken in Seville, which made many Andalusian nobles feel indescribable.

Faced with the situation where the Wang Jun was about to collapse, many nobles had originally planned to surrender, but now looking at the woman of the Astamara family, which was obviously characterized by Moorish characteristics, the Andalusian nobles felt that the surrender of enemies like this was the greatest insult to them.

Although Don Bavi's hearing was not very good, he did not hear the uproar outside, but when he saw Princess Alphot's walk into the church and the strange expressions of the nobles nearby, he could also imagine that the scene outside was probably even more exciting.

Don Bavi pulled the corners of his mouth, showing a prank-like smile. He raised his hands with some effort and reached towards his bride. When Princess Alphot came to him, he looked up at the young woman who could be his granddaughter and smiled with satisfaction.

Perhaps because the atmosphere was too weird, or the situation of the groom was not convenient, the ceremonial bishop presided over was very simple. Except for the steps of splashing holy water and asking both parties to swear their marriage to be legal and pure based on the Bible, and at the same time declared that any unnecessary red tape was reduced one by one.

When it was announced that the marriage was recognized and sheltered by God at that moment, many people held their breath.

They did not know whether the bride had so challenged the appearance of the church's dignity, the juren announced whether this was a sacred marriage protected by God would be punished by God on the spot for this blasphemous act.

And many people have also heard that the Attorney's voice was also slightly trembling when the marriage was declared legal.

However, there was neither a bolt from the blue nor a strange person who announced his opposition to the marriage and then came to rob the bride. The wedding ended in a strange atmosphere.

When the jurist of the day announced that their marriage was legal, Don Bavi's body collapsed slightly. He leaned on the back of the wheelchair with some fatigue, breathing rapidly, and even saliva was left several times, but his muddy eyes were shining with excitement.

From now on, his relationship with the Astamara family has become truly unseparable.

He is now married to Isabella's daughter, which means that their children also have the future inheritance of the Castilian throne, which means that even if he dies and Ferdinand declares the marriage invalid, this cannot erase the fact that the marriage once existed.

Don Bawei looked at the nobles who were watching the ceremony, with a hint of irony in his eyes. He knew that these people were already different now, and he was also annoyed that he believed that these people could do something big.

But all this was still too late. He believed that things would turn around, and this turn around began with this wedding.

According to custom, a grand party should naturally be held after the wedding, but this step was simply cancelled by Don Bavi in ​​the face of war, and the nobles were indeed not in the mood to attend any banquet. The Sevilla people are now panic, and everyone is considering their own way out.

The Wang army's light cavalry had appeared outside the city. Although there were not many people, these Wang army vanguards, composed of already large-scale scout troops, began to constantly harass the coalition forces defending outside the city of Seville.

The loss of Bingolola made the Andalusians realize that their failure was inevitable. As the upstream and downstream of the Guadavile River were occupied by the royal army, Seville had become an isolated city.

However, it is still too late to leave the city now. Although you can no longer escape by water, you can still find ways to reach the coastal port by land and then go to sea to escape.

However, not only is it much harder to walk along the way than water, but it is not peaceful on the way. In addition to the bandits who could have been infested, the scattered soldiers who fled in the war also became the most dangerous scourge of robbers.

Just a day ago, some nobles who fled Seville quietly encountered those terrible robbers. They not only lost money but also their lives, because of this, many people are still hesitating to leave or leave.

However, Don Bavi seemed to be careless about all this. He even announced as soon as the wedding was over that he would stay alone with his wife. As for the city affairs, he generously handed them over to his comrades.

People had to say goodbye to the newlyweds in a complicated mood. Just in front of the church, they watched Don Bavi get on the carriage with his wife with the help of his servants, and then headed towards the Governor's House under the protection of the guards.

"Who can tell me what this man is thinking now?" A nobleman finally couldn't help but ask the people next to him. "Gonzalo's army is coming, and the Sicilians cut off our retreat, but now he is eager to keep warm with his Moorish wife. Has he gone crazy?"

"Don Bavi is not that kind of person," the other man looked at the back of the car leaving with confusion, but said with some uncertainty. "He has participated in the war to recover the lost ground, and he has experienced more things than all of us combined, so don't underestimate him. You must know that when everyone was not optimistic about Isabel, he would choose to support her, so you can know the person's vision."

"But what is he doing now?" the nobleman asked unwillingly, "Did he think he could block Gonzalo's army with a wedding?"

"No, I don't know what he is planning, but we have to be careful, Don Bavi is not easy to deal with."

"It's right. He gave us power so reassuringly, don't think this is a good thing." Another nobleman walked over and stood with his two companions and looked at the back of the convoy that was about to disappear. "We have to make some preparations, and I heard that the Sicilian army has entered Kamona online."

"God, is it coming so fast? We haven't figured out what to do yet."

The news caused a stir of uneasy discussion. Several nobles hurriedly led their subordinates to the direction of the military camp. At this time, they were not thinking about how to defeat the enemy, but how to have a decent opportunity to surrender to the enemy.

However, with the Sicilian army joining the battlefield, the Andalusian nobles have a new choice outside the royal army of Gonzalo, but this has also led to a better debate on who should surrender to.

The Andalusian noble coalition has now been declining in morale and is on the verge of collapse at any time.

The convoy walked slowly, Don Bavi, sitting in the carriage, leaned against a corner and pressed his eyes tightly.

He didn't know that Princess Alphut was looking at him carefully at this time, looking at his aging face and his nervous trembling hands from time to time even when he was taking a nap. Princess Alphut's face looked calm and she couldn't tell what she was thinking.

"I'm very old, right?" Don Bavi, who had always closed his eyes, suddenly said something popped up in his mouth. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at his wife. "Who would like to marry such a silly old man? I can't let you enjoy the joy you deserve as a woman, and I don't even know if I can live until we see our children born. This is indeed unfair to you."

Princess Alphot opened her mouth but didn't speak, and Don Bavi's words seemed to have made her think of something bad, and her face finally showed uneasiness.

"Is it because I mentioned that the child has made you uneasy," Don Bavey grinned. "This is probably the only thing I can guarantee to leave for you. As for the rest of the situation now, I can't guarantee it."

Looking at Don Bavina's strange expression, Princess Alphot's indescribable uneasiness became more and more serious. Somehow she vaguely felt that something bad was about to happen.

Perhaps as the situation changed, he became increasingly distrustful of the Andalusian nobles. Just a few days ago, Don Bawei ordered the re-mobilization of the guards guarding the Governor's Office. He replaced all the guards of the Governor's Office with his trusted troops and transferred the coalition forces elsewhere. Although this aroused the dissatisfaction of other nobles, the matter was left unresolved with Don Bawei's insistence.

With the unfavorable situation on the front line, more troops have been stationed in the Governor's Mansion, the gate of the Governor's Mansion has been strengthened, and more guards have been arranged on the walls. And just a few days ago, merchants have been constantly transporting food to the Governor's Mansion. All this seems to prove to people that Don Bavi is ready to resist until the end if Sevilla is lost.

"I will not surrender. I know that many of them have planned to surrender, but I will not surrender. We all know that Ferdinand cannot accept my surrender, so I will fight until the last moment."

As he pushed himself forward, Don Bavi said to his wife who was following him: "From the day I decided to take your parents as an enemy, I knew that this might be the result, after all, Isabella and Ferdinand, the most amazing figures in the Astamara family."

When Princess Alphut heard that the person who was enemies of her parents was so generous and praised them, she couldn't help but show a hint of fascination. At this time, she had a strong desire to know what the parents who could be praised by the enemy looked like.

At the same time, her mood was extremely complicated. After all, the old man in front of her who seemed to fall down and unable to get up at any time was her husband.

"Oh, I'm a little tired," Don Bavi said to the entourage behind him. "Mandosa will take me to the bedroom."

Just as the follower pushed Don Bavi forward, Don Bavi seemed to remember something and said to Princess Alphate next to him: "Madam, your room is next to me, and there is a door between our rooms."

Princess Alphut stopped and watched as her entourage push Donbavi into the room. After a while, she looked at the closed door and walked into the next room under the guidance of the maid.

The sound of opening and closing in the corridor was clearly heard, as well as the footsteps of the maids leaving and the sound of leather boots stepping on the floor as the guards passed by, Mandosa stood and did not lie down, but just sat in a wheelchair and listened carefully to Don Bavi. After a while, he nodded to Don Bavi.

"Are you all gone?" Don Bavi muttered, his eyes fixed on Mandosa until his entourage looked uneasy, and then he waved his hand, "You can go."

Mandosa licked her lips and wanted to say something, but was stared at by Don Bavi hard. He mustered up the courage to walk towards the door connecting the rooms on both sides. After looking back at the master again, he finally opened the door and walked in.

Looking at the door that was not closed, Don Bawei was waiting motionless in the wheelchair. Although his ears were already very bad, he still vaguely heard some quarrels. Then it seemed like a very chaotic sound came from the open door. His muddy and spiritless eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth that was draining out of the water trembled a few times, and his face showed a complex expression of anger or pride.

"A child, hurry up and get pregnant with another child. As long as that woman has a child, even if I die, the Don Bavi family will always be the contenders of the Castile throne."
Chapter completed!