In a house that is not very decorated but very comfortable, a woman stood there at a loss. She held her hands together and held the hem of the skirt in front of her, looking at the thoughtless and silent figure opposite with a restrained expression.

Several children leaned against their mother, looking at the man opposite and the servants standing beside him in fear.

Because she had never dealt with these big shots, the woman was nervous and helpless. At this time, she only hoped that her husband would come back soon.

He seemed to feel the atmosphere a little dull. The Archbishop, who had been sitting there without saying a word, snorted slightly. A servant beside him quickly lowered his head to know what the master had to give, but the Archbishop waved his hand impatiently and blocked it.

"Your husband is an amazing person. I mean the things he does are really unexpected," the Archbishop said to the woman patiently, feeling that his patience was almost exhausted. "Okay, tell me, where is your husband now?"

"Sorry, Lord Bishop, I don't know where he is now. After we arrived here from Palma, he placed our family here, and then I don't know where he went."

The woman answered in panic. At this time, she felt that it was a mistake to leave Palma's hometown. Since she came to Valencia, she felt that her life was completely different from before. Both the people and things she came into contact with made her feel very confused. Today, an archbishop actually came to ask about her husband's whereabouts, which made the woman even more nervous.

"Don't be nervous, I have no malice to you," Looking at the mother and son looking at the face of a disaster, the Archbishop wanted to let the other party see what he was thinking. Unfortunately, the more polite he was, the more nervous the woman was. Finally, he had to say majesticly, "Your husband has caused me a lot of trouble. If you can't hand him over, I think you will have a lot of trouble."

"I don't know anything, sir," the woman knelt down in fear. Her children also knelt next to her mother. This made the Archbishop raise his hands and make a helpless gesture, but the woman continued to say in horror, "He is just a businessman. He just wants to make money for his family. Please forgive him, sir, he has a family to support."

"God," the Archbishop waved helplessly to the people beside him and asked them to pull the woman up, and then tried to explain to her in a slight voice, "It's not a bad thing to listen to me to find your husband. To be precise, he is working for me, but he only did half of his work. I want to know how his other half is doing."

The woman looked at the Archbishop in a daze. Although she still didn't understand what was going on, she at least knew that things didn't seem so terrible.

"But I really don't know where he is, sir," the woman replied aggrievedly. "He left us a sum of money, and then said that if there was a business to do, he would leave. He also said that we would not go back to our hometown in Parma in the future, so he said that."

"Of course you don't have to go back to the countryside like Palma," the Archbishop muttered in a low voice, and then he felt a headache when he remembered his own affairs. "Okay, if you see your husband tell him to come to me immediately and don't delay it anymore," he said, and stood up as if he was about to leave, but remembered something. "Tell him, I agree to whatever he wants, just stop playing hide-and-seek with me."

The woman nodded foolishly. She couldn't understand what the Archbishop was saying at all. However, she had seen enough strange things over the past period of time, so despite her nervousness, she still kept the Archbishop's words firmly in her heart.

In the cottage on the banks of Lake Walterfira, with a satisfied moan, a smooth arm stretched out from the drooping curtain. After fumbled to get the cup beside the bed, the arm was retracted.

After a while of curtains, Maria de Luna stood on the ground wearing a soft robe and stepping on the soft carpet. The blush on her face had not completely subsided, and her chest was still gently undulating without calming breathing.

Tiego leaned against the bed and smiled contentedly as he looked at the beauty presented by the Duchess in front of him, then he fell on the pillow and closed his eyes lazily.

"Aren't you supposed to be in Valencia at this time?" Maria de Luna asked in confusion. "But you actually asked to stay here for a week?"

"Madam, the Duke of Romanthesia once taught me a good way to taste wine," Diego opened his eyes and looked at Maria de Luna. "He said that a bottle of good wine that had been stored for a long time cannot be drunk immediately after opening it, because what I drank was only the taste of the wine itself, perhaps mellow but not strong. The wine should be temporarily put aside for a while, so that its aroma was completely awakened before slowly tasting it."

Maria de Luna frowned and didn't understand what he was saying, but she didn't continue asking.

She still doesn't know what kind of person the Duke of Romanthesia is, but she knows that everything this person does has a purpose, so it is no surprise that Diego is influenced by that Duke.

However, Tiego did not want her to continue guessing. He explained: "I have to find something for the Archbishop, otherwise he will think randomly. You must know that Valencia is the Pope's shelter, but this does not mean that you can do whatever you want here. We all should understand one thing: the times have changed, the times have changed."

Maria de Luna looked at Tiego thoughtfully, and she could understand that this was actually a warning to her.

The troops sent from Zaragoza to quell the rebellion and the Valencian Self-Defense Forces commanded by Ofulei went to a small battle not far outside the city.

The Self-Defense Army suffered a temporary defeat in that battle, but it also suffered little loss. Then they immediately retreated to the city to guard against each other and never took the initiative to provoke Wang Jun.

The Valencians were still very satisfied with this result. They did not expect to defeat Zaragoza's army in one fell swoop, because if that might even anger Ferdinand, they were just waiting for the pope to send mediation, and more importantly, they took advantage of this opportunity of stalemate to contact the nobles everywhere in exchange for their sympathy or neutrality.

As expected, the Duke of Gandino first announced its support for Valencia's current status, which somewhat affected many nobles in Valencia. Many people have already acted as if they were cold-eyed and watched without helping each other. At least they did not want to offend either party until everything was settled.

What happened afterwards was a bit strange. The Wang army, who was supposed to continue the attack, suddenly stopped acting. They stationed in a town not far from the city, and then began to live a life.

From time to time, Wang Jun soldiers came to the city to buy some things they needed. Some Valencian merchants went to the town to do business. Later, someone simply built a market on the open space outside the city. For a time, Valencia's market economy flourished.

It was at this time that Tiego suddenly invited Maria de Luna to the shore of Lake Walterfira for a tryst. According to Tiego's request, the Duchess did not tell anyone where he was going, so the Archbishop was a little blind.

"Madam, maybe we can go to Zaragoza soon," said Diego with a smile. "How long has it been since you appeared in the Zaragoza palace? Maybe someone will forget you, but believe me, you must be one of the most noble women of Saragoza's identity when we go back."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and made an invitation gesture.

Maria de Luna looked at Tiego for a moment and knew that this was not a simple gesture of wanting to have fun with her, but was asking her to make a decision.

"I want you to guarantee the status of my son, and the title of Duke of Gandino cannot fall on the heads of others, even another Bogia." Maria de Luna proposed her terms.

"Of course, I think the Duke and the Queen will support your idea." Tiego nodded, "After all, he is your family."

Maria de Luna sighed secretly. She knew that her ambitions would not be realized, but it was good to be able to protect Gandino territory. Jeffrey had previously arrogantly claimed that he had Gandino's inheritance rights, which really scared her.

Caesar's child is still in France, and as far as she knows, because Caesar has always been hostile to Alexander in the past, although his child may not suffer any grievances, it is unlikely that he will be favored.

As for Lucrezia's children, Maria de Luna can only look at them with envy.

Perhaps, the Bogia family will produce a future Roman king, which many people are secretly guessing now.

So the only thing that worried Maria de Luna was that Gandino would fall into the hands of outsiders in the future.

What she was worried about was that if she was accidentally pregnant, then Diego might have the idea of ​​fighting Gandino territory for his own child.

This was something she could not accept. Since it was impossible to plot against Valencia, she would have to keep Gandino's territory for Giovanni's son.

Also, “When are you going to go back to Valencia?” Maria de Luna asked as she sat down beside the bed, “Aren’t you worried that Ofulei took away your power while you are not here?”

"Don't worry, ma'am, that person won't stay in Valencia for a long time, and I can see that he is more interested in making achievements on the battlefield. Believe me, I still have this vision."

Maria de Luna nodded slightly, and as a yellow dead leaf fell from the branches outside the window, the robe on Maria de Luna slowly faded. At this moment, she felt that it might be good to just let it go.

This is an eventful late autumn, from Lisbon to Valliardo, from Madrid to Zaragoza, the entire Iberian Peninsula is full of treacherous changes.

While Manuel expressed that he did not seem to care about the war between Castilla and Aragon, he frequently exchanged letters with Valliaridote.

In Madrid, Pope Alexander VI held up a high umbrella to give direct shelter to the devout believers of Valencia.

As for Zaragoza, after Ferdinand rushed to the front, he showed an indifference that seemed completely unrelated to the war that was going on.

But none of these matters. What really shocked the entire Iberia was the performance of Archbishop Zaragoza during the siege of Gael.

When Ferdinand's servant came to Zaragoza, he entered the city with the king's flag. His appearance instantly became the focus of everyone, and when he came to the cathedral, there were already a long tail behind him.

Archbishop Zaragoza had long heard of this person's arrival, so he was not stopped when his attendant asked to meet the archbishop.

"Did you ask you to see me like this?" Looking out the window, looking at the noble followers gathered together in groups of three or three on the street, the Archbishop asked a deep question. After receiving a silent response from his servant, the Archbishop sneered with a "hoo".

"Your Majesty hopes that you can promise to ensure the safety of the two princes and princesses," the attendant replied respectfully. Although he saw the look on the Archbishop's face was a little gloomy, he continued to say, "Also, Your Majesty please do not forget the shameful scandals that the Pope had created in Valencia. He hopes that you do not make the decision to shame the Church of Aragon."

The Archbishop looked at the attendant and thought for a while, and then felt that perhaps Ferdinand should know more about his current situation.

"I know this may be difficult to accept, but I think the king should understand what he is facing now, and hand it over to his Majesty." The Archbishop said, taking out a document from the closet and handing it to the servant, and when he was about to take it over, he took it back a little. "Tell him that the safety of the Kingdom of Aragon is more important than a prince, and even higher than that of the king, so his failure was not the betrayal of someone, but the decision of the entire Aragon."

The closest servant looked at the Archbishop in a daze. He really didn't understand why the Archbishop dared to say this. However, looking at the document with the "Por Treaty" in his hand, he bowed and asked tentatively: "Sir, can I attack and visit His Royal Highness the Prince?"

"Of course, and I want you to report what you see to the king," said the archbishop, signaling the attendant to leave. Looking at the chaotic people outside the window, the archbishop took out another letter from the closet.

Opening the letter, the Archbishop's eyes began to move around the heart-pounding numbers.

There is no need for Ferdinand to remind that Archbishop Zaragoza is very clear about Alexander VI's greed and depravity.

But the Pope's promise also impressed him.

A large amount of surprising donations may not be enough to impress him, but a self-declared bishop that could be recognized by the Vatican made Archbishop Zaragoza no longer remain calm.

This is the bargaining chip that Alexander VI threw to him, and it is also the olive branch given by the Pope.

Establishing the self-appointed bishop of Iberia, or the "fissure" after Alexander VI retained the title of Pope, is an agreement negotiated between Alexander VI and the Vatican.

In exchange, the Holy See's future re-ownership of the Triple Crown.

This is too important for the Vatican. The triple crown not only means the legal orthodox of the Holy See, but also the return of this era when the Pope's rights are gradually weakening, indicating that the Holy See's possibility of becoming a spiritual pillar of Europe again.

Such a great holy object of the Holy See was in the hands of Alexander VI, which also forced the Vatican to be more cautious in his attitude towards him.

In addition, no one can ignore the existence of Alexander. The huge influence of the powerful Romanesian army and the trade alliance that gradually showed its hideous face as the Treaty of Po River is enough to make those who are trying to win the triple crown from Alexander VI understand what kind of opponent they are going to face.

“Triple crown…”

In Madrid, Alexander VI was also whispering the name of the holy object that shocked the entire world of Christ.

After knowing that Alexander had this holy bone in his hand that was of no less meaning than Jesus Christ, and even in a sense, he could not help but feel that perhaps the words he said that he had made Alexander were completely wrong.

“A real Borgia.”

Alexander VI murmured to himself, and then laughed with unknown meaning.

When Uriu walked into the house panting, Alexander had already seen him from the window on the second floor.

In front of the master, the imperial official showed his grievances appropriately. He reported to the master that he was driven out of the palace by the queen because he had done his duty with the Duchess.

"Master, please stay by your side. I have been running around for you all these years, but look at my master. Now I am even punished for my wife's loyalty. Then next time, will I be beheaded for why my wife is loved by you? Master, you must speak a fair word for me."

The Moor stood there with a grievance, which made Alexander feel a little sorry for him.

But in this matter, Alexander felt somewhat helpless.

None of those women is easy to deal with, but Lucrezia looks more well-behaved.

"Uriu, you must believe that sometimes your mission is very difficult, just like now," Alexander decided to persuade him to send the Moors away as soon as possible. He reached out and held Uriu's shoulder and walked out slowly, and arranged for him a task that is most suitable for him now. "I want you to meet Ferdinand, everything should be decided."

A hint of excitement flashed across Uriu's face, and then he asked in a slightly nervous tone: "Master, do you mean it's time?"

"Yes, it's time," Alexander looked at the water flowing in the Ebro River, looking downstream in the direction of the water, not far from the other side, Ferdinand was waiting for his final judgment like a trapped beast falling into a trap. "Ferdinand has no way out, it's time to let all this be broken."
Chapter completed!