At the end of November 1502, Ferdinand returned to Zaragoza, which had been away for a long time.

Unlike before, this time when Ferdinand returned to Zaragoza, not only did he not hold a grand entry ceremony, but not many people even knew about it in advance.

Ferdinand was eager to return to Zaragoza to clean up the mess. He ordered the nobles from all over the country who he thought were loyal to him to rush to Zaragoza as soon as possible. At the same time, he wrote secret letters to the Zaragoza nobles who still trusted on the way, hoping that they could shoulder the sacred responsibility of serving the king at a critical moment.

But to Ferdinand's surprise, when he returned to Saragueza with one of the few guards, he was greeted by Archbishop Zaragoza, who was greeted with a group of strange nobles outside the city.

At this moment, Ferdinand knew that his plan had failed.

After only a brief ritual, the team quickly entered the city, and did not attract anyone's attention along the way, so that when Ferdinand walked into his room in the palace, several servants who were cleaning saw the sudden appearance of the king almost overturned a valuable vase because of surprise.

Along the way, Ferdinand wanted to question the Archbishop why he did this, but he had no chance. Until he drove the irrelevant people out of the room, Ferdinand then stared at the Archbishop's face.

For a while, the atmosphere in the room was so depressing that even the Archbishop felt secretly nervous.

After a while, Ferdinand asked, "Why?"

The Archbishop obviously knew the meaning of the king's brainless problem. He thought for a moment and seemed to be preparing for the wording, but in the end his shoulders collapsed slightly, as if he had suddenly given up those plans.

"Your Majesty, you need to know that Aragon needs not only a powerful king, but also someone who can stand before them and guide their spirits to where they should go. But you are obviously not a suitable candidate. You are too proud and too arrogant, and your ambitions are uneasy, so all this is just the bitter fruit you make yourself."

"Is that true," Ferdinand looked at the Archbishop with distrust. "If that Kombrey had not bribed you with a large sum of money and promised you could become the Archbishop of the Autonomous Bishop, I might have believed you, but now your explanation is worthless to me."

Ferdinand said as he stood up from his chair, he walked forward a few steps toward the Archbishop, stopped at almost the distance he was pressed toward it, and leaned over and leaned into the Archbishop: "I have to admit that your words can indeed refute many charges, but there is no doubt about betraying the King."

Ferdinand looked at the archbishop with the Senren, but the archbishop seemed to no longer want to continue to get entangled with him.

He walked to the door and opened two closed doors, waiting for everyone in the living room outside to see them.

Ferdinand looked at the people and saw that although they probably heard the quarrel between the two in the room, they seemed so calm, which made Ferdinand feel uneasy.

He looked at them and was surprised to find that the people were looking at him with cold eyes, as if his majesty at this moment did not arouse any fear in their eyes.

"Do you want to rebel?" Ferdinand couldn't help but raise his voice. He tried to attract the attention of the guards outside in this way, but the Archbishop seemed to have seen through his thoughts.

"Your Majesty, I have to tell you regretfully that during the period when you went to war, some small changes have occurred in the palace. Now the guards of the palace are borne by a group of loyal guards I have selected."

The Archbishop said as he slowly raised his hand and made a gesture behind him. With his movement, a fierce footsteps suddenly came from the corridor, and then a group of fully armed guards rushed in under the leadership of several officers.

Ferdinand looked at the people in a daze. He didn't know what this meant, but he never expected that the Archbishop would dare to be so blatant.

"Do you know what you are doing, Bishop?" Ferdinand asked fiercely.

"We all know what I'm doing, Your Majesty," the Archbishop replied tit-for-tat. "It's nothing compared to what you do. We all know that you want to seize power from Queen Isabella, but it's not surprising if anyone suspects that the Queen's sudden death is related to you, isn't it?"

Ferdinand looked at the Archbishop in disbelief. He couldn't believe that this man had said such words. You must know that even those enemies who were full of malicious intentions towards him had never used this to attack him.

This is because everyone knows that the accusation is too big, and if you are not careful, you may completely offend the two powerful countries of Castilla and Aragon.

But now Archbishop Zaragoza has spoken without any scruples about this topic that everyone regards as a taboo, which makes Ferdinand finally realize that these people are indeed determined to go against him.

"What did that Kombrey give you?" Ferdinand looked at the people in front of him in disbelief. He felt that these people were crazy, or that there was indeed a deal between them and Alexander that he did not know. He wanted to know the answer to all of this.

"Your Majesty, what if you know a lot of things? You can't change everything. I believe that will only make you worry," said the Archbishop disapprovingly. "Maybe you still want to re-summon your loyal subordinates, but please let me remind you that even those people can't change anything now, let alone Zaragoza is completely controlled by us."

"But don't forget that I have the Aragonese nobles from all over the world who support me. I am the orthodox king of the Aragon Kingdom, and the Sicilian woman you hope for, even if she can inherit the throne, it will take many years. I will try my best to live, perhaps longer than she."

The Archbishop's face slowly became gloomy. He knew that what Ferdinand was saying was actually right. Even Ruosha might take a long time to inherit the throne, and no one knew what would happen during this period.

If that is the case, their future status will become embarrassing, because according to the provisions of the Treaty of Garel, if Rusha is unable to inherit the throne due to accidents, then Charlie, as the direct heir of Ferdinand, will become the first heir. I believe that by then, he will definitely liquidate this shame for his grandfather.

The Archbishop's eyes narrowed slightly. He knew that he had to make a quick decision at this time, but he was also very clear about what risks he had to take to make that decision.

Since ancient times, killing a king will not have any good ending. Even if you succeed, you will often end up with a miserable ending.

Even kings of hostile countries would not tolerate such murder of the monarch, because it was a provocation to all monarchs.

Ferdinand also vaguely realized the murderous intent that passed through the Archbishop's eyes. He forced himself to calm down and looked at the Archbishop without blinking. He knew that he could never retreat at this time, otherwise the death period might really be approaching.

"Your Majesty, I think you are in a bad spirit after the expedition. I think you should be sick," the Archbishop finally spoke. He seemed to have found something in Ferdinand and said in a very caring tone, and then turned to look at the nobles who were watching coldly. "Do you think the king should have a good rest?"

"Yes, Your Majesty should rest in a quiet place," a nobleman stood up and bowed to Ferdinand. His tone was respectful, but his eyes were very cold. "I think you should open a special palace in the palace for rest, and this place is best not to be disturbed by anyone."

Ferdinand immediately understood the intentions of these people. Obviously they dared not hurt his life, but could imprison him. Thinking about the fact that he might have to live such imprisonment for many years in the future. Ferdinand could no longer make himself pretend to be calm and calm. He held the cross in one hand tightly with one hand and drew out his sword in the other hand and waved in front of him: "Go away! The king is in front of you!"

The soldiers showed a hesitant look. They were obviously scared and no one dared to take a step forward in the face of the king.

"I'm sorry, your Majesty, your behavior is very embarrassing," the Archbishop shook his head helplessly, and then waved his hand to an officer. "Don't hurt Your Majesty, and don't let him hurt yourself."

"Sir, please follow the order." The officer nodded and winked at the companions beside him.

Just when Ferdinand hadn't understood what was going on, several officers suddenly rushed up at the same time and pressed him to the ground with the screams of people around him!

"Let me go! I am the king! King!"

Ferdinand struggled to resist, but his neck was tightly tied from behind. Because he couldn't breathe, he couldn't help but open his mouth. Ferdinand's mouth was immediately stuffed with a large ball of silk that seemed to have been prepared. Then his mouth was sealed with a wide belt used by a puller, and it was tied up behind his head.

Ferdinand kept making a low whimpering sound, his arms were tied with belts, and at the same time he was frightened to see someone bringing an ancient style, with a completely riveted face shield, leaving only eyes and a helmet for breathing.

"Your Majesty, this is for your own good. Your current appearance makes people wonder whether you may be possessed by evil spirits or even you may hurt yourself, so we must ensure your safety," the Archbishop said, but Ferdinand's hysterical despair roared, waved his hands to those people.

Under the gaze of a group of nobles, Ferdinand, who was held tightly, watched the helmet slowly move towards him. He yelled in despair in his heart, shouting the names of God, Jesus, Mary and all the saints he knew, begging them to save him, the devout King of Christ.

But the miracle did not happen, a darkness enveloped his eyes, and then his blood-red eyes that were almost about to collapse from his eye sockets due to anger appeared in the gap in the hole of his helmet.

I swear that as long as I live, I will definitely take revenge. I will throw the people here today into hell, but I will let the Archbishop live, and I will let him taste all the torture in this world.

Through the eye hole, Ferdinand's red eyes flashed across every face like nails, which made the people in the room feel cold. When his eyes finally fell on the Archbishop's face, a terrible "whimper" sound came from his throat.

"Your Majesty, they will unblock you by the time you are arranged in the right place, but you cannot do anything extreme. I have ordered that they may take some more rude measures against you when necessary for your safety, and this is entirely for your sake."

The Archbishop gasped quietly and said that he had not paid attention to the look of Ferdinand staring at him, or that he did not want to see what he was now.

A group of guards "clubs" were forced to put on a knight's robe and cloak, and Ferdinand, who looked like an ordinary knight, walked out the door.

At this time, the palace seemed extremely quiet. Although not many people knew that the king had returned, this quietness made the atmosphere in the Zaragoza Palace seem depressing.

Although Ferdinand had left, none of the people who stayed spoke, and the atmosphere in the living room seemed extremely strange.

The Archbishop looked at the people, and he smiled and said, "Tell me what you are thinking," and then no one must say anything, and he said, "No, no, no, don't think this is something that is not easy to say, don't forget that we are all participants."

"King, he won't let it go, right?" A nobleman asked tentatively, and saw the other people looking at him with idiot eyes, the nobleman couldn't help but lick his dry lips. "He will take revenge on us. Ferdinand is such a person, so he will not let each of us go."

Speaking of the nobleman, his body trembled because of excitement. He looked at the Archbishop and asked in an anxious tone: "What should we do? If the nobles who are loyal to the king rescue him, we all have to go to the gallows."

This person's words aroused the rest of the people. They looked at each other nervously and whispered, gradually the discussion disappeared, and everyone couldn't help but look at the Archbishop.

There was something the same in their eyes, which was a terrible murderous intent.

"What do you want to do? Do you want to murder the king?" The Archbishop looked at the expressions of those people and waved his hands. "That way we will all be really unlucky. You should know that the charge of murdering the king will make us all die without a place to die."

"What should we do then? Maybe we shouldn't have..." the nobleman shouted in despair.

But then the Archbishop slapped him back with a slap in the face.

"Shut up, idiot, when God created you, maybe there were only two things in his hands: stupidity and recklessness, otherwise why wouldn't there be any slight rationality in your head?"

The Archbishop cursed for a while before stopping. He slowly walked to the throne that Ferdinand had sat before and reached out and tapped the armrest of the seat, then turned around and sat down, looking at the nobles who were surrounding him.

"We have another way, right? Have you forgotten what we did in the end for?"

The Archbishop's words puzzled the nobles at first, and then someone suddenly became excited about what they thought of.

"Queen of Sicily?" A nobleman blurted out excitedly because he thought of a solution to the problem in front of him.

Then more people showed a sudden realization.

"Yes, we can ask the Queen to go to Aragon to regent, because King Ferdinand was stimulated and mentally disorganized by the setbacks of his previous defeat," said the Archbishop, as if he had thought of something. "I remember Queen Juana seemed crazy, right?"

"Yes, this is a scandal in Castile. If it weren't for her daughter of Queen Castile and Isabella, maybe she had been..." a nobleman said excitedly.

The Archbishop waved his hand and interrupted the man. He stood up and paced slowly on the ground, enjoying the satisfaction of everyone placing their hopes on him. After a while, he stopped and said, "I don't know if Juanna's madness is related to her parents, but if the king goes crazy, it might be easier to explain."

Everyone showed a sudden expression. Although they knew that saying this might cause an uproar, at least it would be much better for Ferdinand to counterattack in the future.

Moreover, the subsequent troubles should be worrying by the Queen of Sicily. They only need to let the Queen arrive in Zaragoza as soon as possible. Then the reality of the fait accompli will make the nobles who still feel that they should be loyal to Ferdinand understand that everything has already come to fruition.

"As for the king, we must prevent him from being rescued, but we must ensure his safety," the Archbishop told his accomplices. "It is better for us to remember that living Ferdinand is better."

The Archbishop's words made some nobles' eyes fluctuate, and they vaguely guessed his intention.

It is obvious that the Archbishop intends to use Ferdinand as a bargaining chip with the new queen, and a living Ferdinand is indeed a great restraint for the new monarch.

The nobles thought quickly, and they knew that according to the treaty, the Sicily queen was going to Zaragoza to officially declare her status, so she should come sooner now, and all preparations must be made before this, both to welcome the queen and to prove their influence in Zaragoza.

"Go and write," the Archbishop told an official of the nobles. "We are going to send a public invitation to the Queen of Sicily, inviting her to Zaragoza to preside over the overall situation."

The nobles surrounded the official and watched him start drafting the invitation letter. From time to time, some people would come up with ideas to add or subtract a sentence or a word. After repeated consideration, a public invitation letter was finally written.

"Where is that Moor? Didn't he come with the king?"

The Archbishop suddenly remembered the Moorish man who was said to be the confidant of the Regent of Castile, but what surprised people was that since entering the city, they had never seen the Moorish man named Uriu again.

"Finding the Moor, telling him what happened in the palace, and then asking her to hand the letter to the Regent and asking the Regent to pass it to Her Majesty the Queen." The Archbishop impatiently ordered the followers to go and find Uriu. "This matter is very important, and the Moor must be found as soon as possible."

Just as everyone was looking for Uriu everywhere, Uriu was having a hearty dinner in a rather luxurious house in Zaragoza.

But he was not sitting at the luxurious dining table, but next to a small wooden table in the kitchen. A young mixed-race cook was smiling at Uliu, who was eating fragrantly.

"You said you are friends with our Duchess and Master Tyergo, is this true?" the young cook asked while pouring him juice.

"Yes, I'm very familiar with your Duchess, especially Diego. We often chat and laugh together when we were in Rome." Uriu said as he pulled off a piece of meat from the chicken leg and chewed it hard. "This meat is really good, you have such a good craftsmanship. I think you can cook the king."

"You are so good at speaking," the young and beautiful cook smiled even more happily. "But if you are willing to work with me, I don't mind being a cook for other people."

"I believe you won't regret it. Now there is a noble lady with a high status and you can serve her. You know, she is pregnant now and needs a cook who can make delicious meals for her."

Uriu said casually, but he didn't mind finding himself a beautiful girl who was both good at cooking and eye-catching as his companion under the banner of Ruosha.

The young cook stopped nodding, but then said with some disappointment: "But I can't leave for the time being. I heard that a noble lady came from the Valencia Territory. Maybe it won't take long to go to the territory to serve the duchess. No, it's the queen."

Uriu's hand, which was so fragrant that he ate with chicken legs, stopped slowly, and he thought for a while.

Valencia? Duchess? Queen?

Thinking about the general time, he had already guessed who the noble lady was.
Chapter completed!