Under the starry sky in late autumn, the coldness is deep.

Barendi was on the prominent balcony, looking up at the night sky with twinkling stars above her head.

Such a night is very quiet, and the deep darkness above the head seems to swallow everything in the world, which makes people feel inexplicably awe of the night sky. Perhaps this is also the feeling shared by countless people who have looked up at the sky for thousands of years.

There was a gentle sound of footsteps behind her, and Lucrezia walked onto the balcony. Then she raised her head and looked at the sky like Barenti. Then she couldn't help but chill and hugged her shoulders tightly.

"I'm going to Valladod," Barenti looked back slightly at Lucrezia next to her. "I think Alexander will come to see you soon."

Hearing Barenti's words, Lucrezia's face showed a hint of loneliness. She had missed Alexander very much since she left. Sometimes she even wondered if Alexander had forgotten her.

"I really envy you," Barenti said softly, seeing Lucrezia seemingly puzzled, she glanced into the room "You have two cute children, I believe that this is enough to stabilize your position."

Barendi said, unable to help but look down at her lower abdomen. The only thing she is worried about now is that she cannot have children. If that happens, her status may be unstable. After all, having a legal heir is not just Alexander. His subordinates cannot allow an illegitimate child to inherit the throne, so whether to give birth to a child has become the key.

"I don't want any status, I just want Alexander to love me." Lucrezia said with some angrily. She was dissatisfied with Barenti's love with Alexander so much. Although she knew that this might annoy Barenti, she still couldn't help but correct it. "When I fell in love with him, he was just a little lord, right?"

Barenti looked at the pissing Lucrezia quietly. She couldn't help but admit that she probably knew why Alexander was so obsessed with Lucrezia, and even tolerated Caesar's provocation and offense for her.

This is a very pure woman. She believes that love is also devoted to love, and Alexander is probably attracted by her "purity".

"I think it will be difficult for us to meet again in the future," Barenti showed a relaxed smile to Lucrezia. If she was very jealous of this woman before, then now she suddenly felt that the conflict between herself and Lucrezia has become insignificant. "But I think your life will not be so leisurely in the future."

"What?"

Lucrezia asked in confusion. She felt that she and Barenti really had almost nothing in common. When Barenti suddenly visited Pisa, she thought that this woman was here to seek guilt, but Barenti unexpectedly revealed rumors about Giovanni's life experience to her.

At that time, Lucrezia was so angry that her whole body was trembling. She was angry that Jeffrey was so hurtful, and she was even more worried about the misunderstanding that these rumors would cause when they came to Alexander. However, Barenti then comforted her that Alexander would never misunderstand her because of this, which made her feel very fond of Barenti.

Unlike Sophia who is deeply hostile to Barenti, Lucrezia does not covet the name of Alexander's wife. For her, love is enough, and she does not care much about whether she wants to become the "King of Rome".

So when Barenti said this, Lucrezia was confused.

"I mean, your child will become the owner of this land," Barendi waved his hand outside the balcony. "At that time you can't just enjoy leisure in the palace."

"Isn't Estrece already the Duchess of Pisa," Lucrezia said in confusion, and then she thought about it and continued. "As for Giovanni, my father wants him to be a cardinal."

Looking at Lucrezia's stupid look, Barenti sighed secretly. She suddenly felt that she had discovered another reason why Alexander liked this stupid woman, that is, she was very worry-free when she was with her.

Barenti no longer paid attention to Lucrezia who was trying to continue to explain, but continued to look into the dark sky in the distance.

Unfortunately, I can't be like her. She is very happy like this, but for me, only by standing by Alexander and becoming the queen of Castilla is my happiness.

A meteor flashed by, and Barendi looked at the tail of light that swept across the night sky, thinking in her heart.

Ferdinand was Uriu whom he summoned in the village chapel.

He did not express any anger at the Alexander's visit to the Moors to negotiate, but instead felt a little gloomy.

If Alexander had asked a Castilian or Sicilian nobleman to come forward, many things might not be discussed.

If Ferdinand could not make any concessions, it not only concerns his dignity as King Aragon, but also likely involves the ownership of the future throne. Then many transactions that are not worthy of being outsiders must be completed by certain specific people.

No treaty is truly public. Behind those seemingly fair or friendly covenants, there is often a naked exchange of chips and interests. This is nothing, but people always want to use light packaging to cover up the truth.

Uriu was Alexander's imperial official, court chief, messenger, servant and pimp, but the most important thing is that he was Alexander's absolute confidant.

"Tell me what your master is going to do?" Ferdinand said without saying a word. He looked at the Moors who had just walked in and asked, "I can also organize an army, and I can even go into exile when necessary, so if your master covets my throne, there is nothing to talk about."

Uriu looked at Ferdinand, but he didn't speak immediately, but was wondering how many of the person in front of him were pretending to be harsh and timid.

It seems unlikely if he is forced to give up the throne. Ferdinand cannot allow such a thing to happen. Even if he really shed the last drop of blood, he must carry a crown. This, both Alexander and Uriu, are clear.

"My Majesty, my Master asked me to tell you that you may keep your throne, but you must publicly promise that you will pass the throne to Her Majesty the Queen of Sicily after your future death."

Also simple and direct, Uriu explained Alexander's conditions.

Ferdinand's face looked ugly in an instant, but he was not angry, but stood up and turned toward the altar.

Looking up at Jesus Christ on the towering cross, Ferdinand slowly turned to look at Uriu: "Tell me, what will your master do if I refuse this condition?"

"I'm sorry, your majesty, the master didn't say this to me," Uriu shook his head. "In fact, just before I left, he was still reminding General Gonzalo that even if he attacked here, he must ensure your safety and not allow any offense to you."

Ferdinand listened silently, and he turned around and looked at the cross again, then gently tapped the edge of the wooden altar with one hand, raised his hand and pointed to the top of his head: "Since I succeeded to the throne at the age of 27, I have never thought that one day I would give up the crown to others, and even if I die, I should be buried in the tomb wearing the crown."

"You can still keep the crown until the last moment of your life," Uriu's voice lowered slightly, as if to hint to Ferdinand. "But at that time my master will still support the Queen of Sicily to become King Aragon."

"What about my grandchildren and granddaughter?" Ferdinand asked curiously without saying anything about Uriu's words, "I think you might plan to send them to their grandfather, right?"

Uriu did not answer directly but smiled, but this was enough to let Ferdinand know that he had guessed well.

"You did this just to delay the war for the Aragon throne for a long time. You must know that my grandson is the future emperor of the empire. Do you think he will accept such a fate?"

"Who knows what will happen in the future," Uriu shrugged indifferently, unlike being with other nobles. In this small church with only two people, the Moors faced the king of Aragon in a completely equal manner. "Your Majesty, you should consider your grandson, maybe you still have the hope of trying to turn defeat into victory, but do you think this is possible?"

Even though the Moors had said these words so rudely, Ferdinand still looked calm. At this time, he was a calm man, just like when he was facing difficulties most of the time, even though he was at a loss, he still maintained his dignity as a king.

"Tell me, when did this all start?" Ferdinand sat down and looked at Uriu with an interesting look. "I know you signed a Treaty of the Po River. What surprised me was that there were so many countries supporting you in order to obtain the throne of Aragon, and these countries were exactly the enemies of Maximian. Don't tell me it was a coincidence."

Facing Ferdinand's inquiring gaze, Uriu thought for a while and replied: "Your Majesty, I don't actually know when all this started. All of this was my master's careful plan, so if you still think there is still a chance, then you can reject these conditions."

"That is to say, I have an enemy I never knew about has been coveting my throne, but I know nothing about it, and even now I don't know what he did. Isn't that funny?"

Ferdinand smiled a little lonely. He thought it was really funny. Who would have thought that a young man who had never heard of it before had been eyeing one of the most prominent crowns in Europe since when.

Incredibly, it seems that he has really reached the point within reach of the crown.

"Let me stay by myself for a while," Ferdinand said slowly, and then added "you can stay here, they will arrange a place for you."

Uriu bowed silently and then quietly retreated.

After hearing the sound of closing the door, Ferdinand looked up at the cross.

"I am the king of Aragon chosen by God. I have the purest royal blood of this kingdom," Ferdinand said, then shook his head mockingly. "Can I give everything I have before you, so tell me you will help me?"

Jesus Christ on the cross silently looked at King Aragon below, and the heavy peace in the church seemed to be pressing on Ferdinand like an invisible burden.

"You can't do anything, you can't even punish that mean Alexander VI."

Ferdinand stood up and walked to the altar. He reached out and stroked the wine and bread symbolizing the blood and flesh of Jesus Christ on the altar, and then suddenly waved his arms and swept everything on the altar to the ground!

The loud noise attracted the guards outside the door. The panicked soldiers looked at the mess on the ground, and didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Go out," Ferdinand waved his hand to the guards. He was still so calm, as if he was not the one who made the reckless behavior just now. "Let me be quiet, I need to be quiet at this time."

The close attendant immediately waved to the others to leave. Before closing the door, he looked deep in the back of the king standing alone under the cross.

Since bringing back the Treaty of Po, the attendant has never seen the king sleep peacefully, and his temper has become worse and worse. Now he has even destroyed the altar in the church.

The two wooden doors were closed, and the nearby attendant sighed in his heart.

The night gradually enveloped the ordinary village on the left bank of the Ebro River. For many years, this village called Wushan is unknown. There is such a name because there is a hill near the village that is not high, but now it is always hazy in fog.

However, this village has suddenly become the focus of the entire Aragon and the entire Villa Peninsula.

After Ferdinand knew about it, there should be many people waiting for his reply. Perhaps Gonzalo was already anxious to look forward to his rejection of Alexander's conditions, and there was also a group of people waiting for the result of Zaragoza.

What about the others?

What are those Aragonian nobles doing?

Ferdinand was very confused at this time. He was no longer angry, but could not think of what was the reason that made so many people choose to betray or remain silent.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, Ferdinand tightened his robe. He suddenly felt that after suffering so many days of suffering, maybe he could have a good sleep today, because he really had nothing worth losing.

The night shrouds the small villages on the banks of the Ebro River and the Moon Bay in Valencia.

Outside the bay, a fleet was slowly sailing into the sea, and James Columbus stood on the deck of the flagship and looked at the natural military port.

"It's a real dangerous place for both the enemy and the enemy," James sighed at the terrain of the military port, and then told his subordinates around him, "Go and prepare, let the men of Aragon see what we have brought to them."

As he said that, James glanced at the sailors who were busy and murmured to himself: "That adult is really generous," he said, and then he curled his lips slightly, "But after that, it's still worth it compared to the crown."

After saying that, he looked up at the starry sky above his head and looked for the position of Ursa.

Although he had never been there, James knew from the messengers sent by Alexander that a fierce war was ongoing under the stars far away in that direction.

And this battlefield is likely to affect the future of the entire Europe and even the world.
Chapter completed!