A muffled thunder came to the earth with the majesty that seemed to destroy everything.

Everything seemed to be shocked between heaven and earth by this terrible wrath of God.

Some people instinctively cover their ears, but some people just look up bored.

At this time, the city of Garr was completely shrouded in a continuous rain. The collapsed city wall was still so dilapidated and was washed away by the rain, because the houses that had been fired before had already put out the fire at this time, and the entire city was being washed away by the rain, as if it was about to wash away the choking smell of gunpowder.

The Ebro River was rising again due to rain. Although the tide did not surge ashore, it kept hitting the dam on the shore one after another.

Alexander stood by the river and paid attention to the scene on the other side.

A small cavalry of the Aragonese army seemed to appear on the other side, and they patrolled the river bank, as if observing whether there were enemies who secretly crossed the river while the rain was taking advantage of the rain.

A group of Aragonese troops crossed the river to the other side. According to the scouts' reports, they gathered in a village downstream not far from Gael, and Ferdinand was there.

Ferdinand did not return to Zaragoza, which was enough to illustrate a lot of things, but their urgent task now is to guard against the coalition forces crossing the river and chasing them.

So even on such rainy days, I would ride out everywhere and dared not relax a little.

But in fact, this is obviously redundant. Not to mention that Gaelle does not have enough ships to cross the river, even if there are, exploring crossing the river in such weather is almost a desperate attempt to die.

Alexander did not think that his soldiers could be so brave. He knew very well the current situation of the army. Although he had won several battles, he would not have been so enraged that his army was really different from other armies of this era.

It is difficult to build a new modern army. It cannot be achieved simply by training and actual combat. It requires a solid mass base and the strong cohesion gradually formed by the entire army.

In this regard, perhaps the Romanesian army has already had a shadow of modernization, but the Castiles are still far from it.

As for the Sicilian army, Alexander knew that his relationship with them was indeed subtle, and their feelings for him were complicated.

Many things are not achieved overnight, including the future unification of the Kingdom of Spain.

Now, this issue should be considered, especially after Zaragoza sent an envoy, Alexander knew that his goal in Iberia had finally seen a clear future.

In that spring six years ago, he would not have thought that he could one day become the king of Spain. At that time, he was only thinking about how to survive in this chaotic era.

The impermanence of the world may be about these experiences of his own. Alexander sighed a little, and when he heard the thunderous footsteps behind him stepping in the rain, he turned slightly to look at the priest who was brought by Schell.

The priest's robe was dirty, because he was anxious to walk, and the white air spit out from his mouth flashed.

Seeing Alexander, the priests even faster.

It was not until Sher signaled not to get closer to the priest again that he stopped.

"God bless your highness," the priest spoke politely and bowed gently. Seeing Alexander signaling him to continue, the priest quickly said, "What are your replies to the Archbishop's suggestion? I am very anxious now, but the Archbishop is very anxious."

Alexander looked at the priest with a little surprise. An old and sophisticated negotiator would never expose his obvious weakness. They always seemed calm and would never let the other party see that they were actually uneasy.

But the person in front of him was completely the opposite. From the beginning, he kept hinting that the Archbishop was now anxious to wait for his reply, which made Alexander wonder who he was on.

"Your Highness, we hope you will become the master of this land," the priest suddenly raised his head and looked at Alexander with a meaningful gaze. "You know that this will be much more beneficial to us."

Hearing the other party's deliberate emphasis on "we", Alexander had vaguely guessed the origin of the priest, and then thought about the Truth Society that had penetrated into the top leaders of the Castilian Church, he vaguely understood the shadow of the Truth Society that seemed clear and always existed in all this.

So to say that Ferdinand was abandoned, Alexander felt that he had touched something deeper.

Truth, who seems to be able to touch in the dark, have always longed to be able to stand openly in front of the world and promote their faith, but in the end they have evolved into a group of profit-oriented "businessmen".

But unlike ordinary merchants, they sell power.

Perhaps they will not play a great role in the real kingdom competition and empire competition, but these people are good at crafting. When they find out that someone knows investment, they will stand up in time to show their so-called power. Now it is obviously a good investment target for them, while Ferdinand is a "junk stock".

Alexander shook his head in his heart. These people from the Truth Society may have the only way to do this. Perhaps this kind of scheming can make them gain a lot of wealth, but these people will never become those who truly determine the fate of the world in their dreams.

Because they can no longer truly integrate into the system of the world today.

"The Archbishop has written a letter to Ferdinand," the priest still revealed the actions of Archbishop Zaragoza to Alexander. Seeing Alexander showing his interest, he continued to say, "The Archbishop has suggested that Ferdinand negotiate with His Highness, and in his letter he also hinted that Ferdinand Zaragoza would not welcome him back."

Alexander nodded slowly. Archbishop Zaragoza's attitude was as expected. He believed that after Alexander VI's promise was delivered, the Archbishop naturally knew which party to choose.

The reason why Ferdinand failed was that he was too anxious. Marrying Isabella certainly brought his authority to a peak, but it also prompted him to challenge the church like Isabella.

But Aragon is different from Castilla after all, and the victory of regaining lost land in the south has left Isabella with no one to fight against him for a while, and even the church has to give in.

Ferdinand's prestige in Aragon was not comparable to Isabella's in Castia, and he was worried that Isabella's overly powerful authority would lead to him becoming a puppet, which forced him to try to establish his position above the church in Aragon without any effort.

Ferdinand's approach cannot be said to be wrong. Although his path has been stumbling in history, he eventually gradually put the church under his own rule.

But now he failed because there was a person who shouldn't have appeared and became his stumbling block.

"My messenger will meet Ferdinand," said Alexander to the priest, "please go back and tell the Archbishop that His Majesty will reward him for this wise choice." He said, "and your choice."

The priest bowed and bowed, and then he said in a slightly regretful tone: "Your Highness, this is the last time you have seen me. According to our rules, I will not meet you again, but please rest assured that we will contact you if needed."

Alexander nodded silently. He knew that these people from the Truth Society were still very careful. It was probably a habit that had been developed for many years, and even those who worked with them tried their best to be careful.

Moreover, based on his repeated contacts with the Truth Society, Alexander was able to vaguely clarify the seemingly complex factional relationships within this secret organization.

At least the truth of Liberia still retains its original beliefs. As for those of Cerrien, it is difficult to see the shadow of the former believers of Judah in them.

This is probably why Crien is different from these Truth Society people and does not mind at all that he knows something inside them.

A mysterious sect like the Truth Society made Alexander think of the end of the same ancient secrets in the East. The two sides had surprising similarities in many places, and their destinies might be different.

The rain suddenly became heavier, and the dense rain curtain completely blocked the view. The scene on the other side could no longer be seen clearly. Alexander didn't know if Ferdinand was watching the rainy scene like him at this time, but he was indeed ready to confront the King of Aragon again.

Ferdinand was indeed watching the heavy rain outside at this time, but he was looking through the windows in the house at the gloomy sky and the rainy sky.

The close-up servant stood not far behind the king. The plate he was holding contained almost no movement food and empty wine bottles. Smelling the choking alcohol smell on the king's body, the close-up servant sighed secretly in his heart.

Archbishop Zaragoza's letter came. Although he didn't know what was written on it, it was obviously not good news, because the king who had read the letter actually cursed loudly in public regardless of his decent respect.

Ferdinand's anger made him completely ignore whether the people next to him would hear it. He loudly cursed the Archbishop as Judah, and the nobles of Zaragoza were a group of villains who flattered Judah.

The king's anger made the people around him frightened, and everyone was careful, for fear of angering the king and causing trouble.

The continuous rain outside made Ferdinand feel bad, but what’s worse is the current situation.

After evacuating Gael, Ferdinand did not expect to return to Zaragoza immediately, but he soon found that his way seemed to be blocked.

The Archbishop's blatant refusal to send reinforcements made Ferdinand feel an unprecedented crisis. He was indeed eager to return to Zaragoza, because only when he returned to the capital could he have the opportunity to quickly eradicate the conspirators who tried to rebel.

But because of this, Ferdinand knew that the Archbishop was most worried about now, it was his return to Zaragoza.

So whether there will be any danger on the road has become what Ferdinand is most worried about now.

He sent scouts to investigate in the direction of Zaragoza. As he expected, his cavalry found a suspicious army not far from Zaragoza.

The team deliberately concealed their identity and guarded the main road leading to Zaragoza along the Ebro River, which made Ferdinand not doubt at all that it should be the army sent by the Archbishop.

In such an era of wars and wars, even the king's identity may not be inviolable. It is difficult to guarantee whether those people would act boldly to murder the king if they only took a few guards rashly through that road.

Ferdinand immediately tried to send people to Zaragoza to send news. He believed that Zaragoza must have some nobles and troops who were still loyal to him. As long as they knew about his outbound country and the Archbishop's conspiracy, they would definitely come to save him.

The long wait made Ferdinand anxious, but he had to suppress the anxiety in his heart, because he knew that his subordinates were already in a state of panic. If he seemed panicked, it was very likely that the army that had finally gathered again might fall apart in an instant without waiting for the news from Zaragoza.

Another muffled thunder made a muffled sound like a dragon's roar in the clouds, followed by a dazzling lightning that tear a twisted crack in the air, and then a huge thunderous sound leaked straight from the sky!

Lightning was drawing a trajectory and stabbing towards the ground. With thunder, a flame suddenly popped up in the woods outside the village in the distance!

"God, it's a thunder strike!"

"A bad omen!"

"Is God angry, or is there a traitor among us?"

Seeing the falling thunder ignited directly and the burning fire tree, many Aragonese were in a panic.

While they looked at the terrifying scene like heavenly punishment, they kept drawing crosses on their chests, and some were so scared that they knelt in the rain and prayed constantly.

Ferdinand stood up in shock, and he looked at the flames burning in the heavy rain outside the window. The scene of water and fire, cold and heat, light and darkness intertwined and entangled with each other seemed to him as full of contradictions and conflicts as his current fate.

The downpour of rain didn't take long to extinguish the flame, but the trunks that had been burned and charred and twisted, the thick smoke and the pungent smell of the wind seemed to remind people that the terrible scene that had just happened was near.

Ferdinand walked out of the house and saw the soldiers looking at him with panic, confused, and suspicious eyes, as if the sudden arrival of the sky fire was related to him.

Ferdinand walked towards the charred and hideous tree despite the obstruction of his servants. Seeing that the smoke was still emitting, the bark was cracked, revealing the trunk that was also charred inside, Ferdinand hesitated a little. As the soldiers around him watched in fear and anxiety, he walked up and stretched out his hands, pressing his hands tightly against the still-heating tree.

Then he took a deep breath, took two steps back, raised his arms, and raised his hands, which had been rubbed against a layer of charred black, over his head.

"See, I am the monarch of Aragon chosen by God, your king, and God's punishment will not come to me, because I am protected by God!"

Ferdinand shouted loudly to the soldiers. In the heavy rain, the rain flowed down his face and quickly wet his clothes. The biting cold made him tremble slightly, but Ferdinand still insisted on standing in front of the burnt trees and refused to move.

Looking at his appearance, the Aragon soldiers were at a loss. They looked at the ugly and hideous charred tree trunk behind him in fear, and then at the king standing there motionless, as if they had no idea how to face everything in front of them.

"Your Majesty," the nearby servant put a leather cloak on Ferdinand, and at the same time, he quickly said in his ear, "There is news that people from Zaragoza have brought it back."

Whether it was cold or something, Ferdinand's cheeks trembled, and he immediately ran to the village quickly.

When he arrived at the residence, he saw a man who was also soaked in his body drinking with a cup, and he took it back from the man and drank it dry.

Then, while he asked his entourage to take off his wet clothes, he took off his clothes and then took them all off. He said to the person standing aside who had just arrived, "Tell me what you have learned."

"According to your order, I have found many nobles of Zaragoza, but I'm sorry for those who seem to be completely unwilling to get involved in this matter," the man said, seeing the strange eyes coming from Ferdinandt, quickly explaining, "That's how they describe it as 'not getting involved in this matter'."

"Do they say that, those men are nobles of Aragon, but now they are watching their kings face danger," Ferdinand turned naked, and then he stopped to look at the man. "Tell me anything else, what happened to Zaragoza?"

"It's not His Majesty Zaragoza, it's Rome," the man paused for a moment and thought about what to say, and then he spoke. "It is said that several countries in Rome have just signed a treaty called the Po Agreement. The envoy sent by the emperor had just arrived in Zaragoza not long ago, but you had already set out to fight at that time."

"What is the content of that treaty?" Ferdinand's heart flashed with a bad premonition. He knew that Maximian should promote difficulties now, but he would send a special messenger for this treaty, so there must be something very important.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I didn't see the specific content of that treaty, but one of them is that the signing states jointly promise that the emperor's family will not recognize the rule of any country in the non-imperial sense. Unless the holy Roman emperor voluntarily abandons the title of the Holy Roman Empire, the inheritance rights of the emperor's direct descendants will also not be recognized."

Ferdinand, who had just taken the towel from the servant next to him, was stunned when he heard the sound. His eyes were staring at the man without blinking, as if he wanted to see if what he was saying was the truth.

His eyes were so sharp that the man lowered his head in fear.

"That's it," Ferdinand sat down slowly as if he was awake. He still wiped his arms unconsciously with the towel, but his eyes firmly solidified in a corner of the room. After a while, his eyes moved and looked at the servant beside him. "I have something to do."

The closest servant bent down carefully and said, "Your Majesty, what are your instructions?"

"Go to Zaragoza," Ferdinand said slowly, "don't hide his identity, go to the Archbishop in the name of my messenger, and tell him that I ask him to promise to protect my grandchildren's safety."

The closest servant looked at what Ferdinand wanted to ask, but was stopped by Ferdinand: "Just tell him like this, he will understand what I mean, but remember that you must let everyone know that you have submitted this request to him by my order."
Chapter completed!