Alexander confirmed that the man was Cerrien.

Although the figure disappeared when the carriage passed by several passers-by in a hurry, Alexander knew that he had read it right.

In Palermo, when the aristocratic congress decided to capture Crien, this little character who was just a mercenary businessman in the eyes of others suddenly showed unusual force. After killing several guards of the congress who arrested him, he broke out of the siege in broad daylight, and there was no news from then on.

The congress sent a large number of people to arrest the man, but Crien disappeared as if melted into the air. At least when Alexander left Sicily, he had never heard of anything about him.

Nearly half a year has passed, and so many things have happened again, Alexander is even about to forget this person.

But now, in the Jewish gathering area of ​​Rome, Alexander unexpectedly met Cerrien, and Alexander was sure that the man had discovered him, or perhaps he had been staring at him secretly.

It is dangerous and uncomfortable to be targeted by a person who has a strange skill and is good at assassination.

Although he had never had a head-on encounter with Crien, Alexander could not forget Kuntu.

When Alexander left the Monastery of Saint-Sebalon with Kunto, the skillful murder skills that Kunto displayed along the way left a deep impression on him. Even the powerful short crossbow that Sophia never left was the relics of Kunto.

Alexander did not believe that as Kunto's brother, Criam would be worse than Kunto. What's more, when he escaped from the siege of the group guards in Palermo, the scene that made people who had experienced it frightened, so that they changed their faces and color when they told them later.

The sudden appearance of such a person is enough to make the calmest person secretly shocked.

Alexander couldn't help but clench the sword around his waist. It was not until the carriage returned to the Caroling Palace that he realized that his palm was covered with sweat.

Perhaps, Crien wanted to make him feel nervous and afraid. Alexander thought so, otherwise that person would not have been discovered so easily.

Although he thought so, Alexander did not take it lightly. As soon as he returned to the Caroling Palace, he called Carlo to his side to make him more alert. At the same time, he told Sophia not to leave Nashan easily.

"You seem a little nervous. That person is really as powerful as you said?" Nashan asked curiously. Although he felt that Alexander was a little bit troublesome, because he was so concerned about his daughter's safety, he was thinking and not mind helping him kill the inexplicable guy named Clarion.

"Take me on Sophia," Alexander whispered to Nashan, "that Crien has seen her, and I'm worried that that person might be against her."

Nashan's eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of danger appeared in his eyes. Alexander's words made him feel angry. For the person who might threaten his daughter's life, Nashan had decided not to give him the chance to appear by Sophia alive.

Krian's unexpected appearance made Alexander feel very bad. While feeling the threat from Krian, he also realized the faint crisis behind Giovanni and Xiasan's favor.

As the queen of Naples, Joanna has an important position whether she has lost her crown or not, especially if Frederick has lost her descendants, Joanna's importance will be truly highlighted.

Now Joanna is with Lucrezia, or should be said to be in the hands of Caesar Porgia.

The reason for saying this is that although they are both brothers and sisters, Lucrezia is obviously closer to Caesar. Just as although Xia Sang and Jeffrey's two brothers have been rumored, people generally believe that Xia Sang and Giovanni are more closely related. The brothers and sisters in this family have some different factions.

This can be seen from Giovanni's eagerness to recruit people around Joanna. He obviously has some small comments on Joanna's "monopolization" by Caesar and Lucrezia.

Unfortunately, Alexander finally realized that no matter who arranged Joanna would marry again in the future, once her marriage was related to the throne of Naples, he would be greatly implicated as a vassal of Naples.

Especially when thinking that whether it is Agri or Kosenza, because it is important to Naples, it is naturally inevitable to attract much attention, and it may even become the first to be implicated in the future competition between all parties. Alexander had to sigh that he never thought that Joanna, who was originally used as a shield, seemed to have become an indispensable part of the determination of the fate of Naples for a moment.

Obviously, Joanna seems to have become the target of some people.

Maybe it is precisely because of this that someone wants to assassinate her. After all, she can bring benefits to some people and trouble to some people.

Alexander thought in his heart, and at the same time, the shadow of King Fitre, the King of Naples, flashed through his mind.

But all the disputes among them are really not something he can participate in today, and this is also what annoyed Alexander.

Alexander didn't like this kind of fate, which might have to be changed because of other people's decisions, but now he has no ability to affect such things.

perhaps……

Alexander suddenly had an idea in his mind. Although he felt it was a bit absurd, it would be difficult to suppress once this idea arose.

Maybe I should visit a romantic knight master.

Although he could not leave the Caroling Palace at will because of Caesar Porgia's instructions, his mind had already begun to plan.

Several soldiers walked past the window. The uneasy in the city of Rome the night before was still unsuccessful, but this made Alexander feel that at this time, he became somewhat safer.

Crien was undoubtedly very dangerous. Alexander knew this a long time ago, but it was hard to guess how he suddenly appeared in Rome.

Thinking about the complex situation in Rome now, Alexander cannot help but admit that this is a good place to make people like Crien.

However, the atmosphere in Rome is tense now, and everyone is cautious, but they are ready to deal with attacks from their opponents at any time. The whole city has become inexplicably nervous and cautious. This will inevitably make Krian much more cautious. Even if he really has some plans, he will not act rashly in a short period of time.

Just thinking about Kunto and then when Krian ran away from the Sicilians before, Alexander decided to remind himself not to take it lightly.

Just as Alexander was thinking about how to prevent the elusive Crien, Henry de Charleon, the commander of the French occupation of Roman army, was waiting in a room in the Sistine Chapel not far from the Carolingian Palace to receive the summons of Pope Alexander VI.

The interview was a bit sudden, or helpless, because it was too urgent, and the Pope did not even have time to summon the commander of the French in the Sistine Chapel in the Vatican Palace, which should have seemed more formal.

Although he was visiting the Pope, De Charleon was still wearing the extremely conspicuous black armor. When he walked back and forth in the room, the armor on his body made a "scary" sound, which added a hint of solemnity to the commander who was already gloomy.

In fact, this interview with De Charlene was not friendly or peaceful at all. On the contrary, the French body contained complaints and even anger that would burst out at any time. This can be seen from his gloomy face and his casual look, he seemed to walk onto the battlefield with a drum beat.

A priest pushed the door and walked in. When facing the Frenchman's gaze, the priest licked the tip of his tongue secretly.

"Sorry, General, you may have to wait a little longer. His Majesty is summoning the Archbishop of Frankfurt." The priest said in a slightly apologetic tone, but De Charlem did not feel much sincerity. On the contrary, when he heard the priest's words, he felt anger that he was being provoked.

As an important city of the Holy Roman Empire, Frankfurt has always been proud of the crowning place of the imperial emperors. Among all the bishops of the Catholic Church, the bishop of Frankfurt is known for its strongest hostility towards France.

What's more, the Holy Alliance, which the Holy Roman Emperor Maximian, is now fighting against France. At this time, the Bishop of Frankfurt came to the Vatican, which is not a good thing.

De Charleon thought about it while dealing with the perfunctory priest.

Charleon knew that these priests in the Holy See did not like the French and even had deep hostility. After all, Charlie's invasion made all city-states feel threatened, and the relationship between the Holy See and these city-states can be said to be inseparable.

However, because this interview was not only due to the series of riots that occurred on the night before the city of Rome, he had to ask for an audience with Alexander VI, but also shouldered more important orders from King Charles of the Dharma, so Charon had to endure the arrogance of the priests in front of him, and even the deliberate contempt.

Obviously, in the eyes of these people, the French are all local buns from remote areas.

A heavy "squeak" sound came from a distance, and the wooden door leading to the Pope's dedicated prayer room opened, and a tall priest walked out.

He was wearing a red robe and a thick wool dome hat on his head. He clutched the joints of the cross hanging from his chest, making Kong Wu powerful.

The Cardinal didn't look like a servant of God, but more like a warrior.

Archbishop of Frankfurt.

Shaerlun was secretly chanting this name in his heart.

The Archbishop also saw a black armor, extremely conspicuous Shahrun. He slowed down his feet slightly and walked slowly over.

Sharlun bowed silently, picked up the hand hand handed to him before him and kissed him gently.

"May the Lord bless you, General."

The Archbishop's accent had a distinct northern tone, and was rough and oppressive, and he was completely different from a priest who should chant hymns all day long.

"Architect, this is the first time I have seen you since my last farewell." Charleon looked up at the bishop. "I haven't forgotten the trouble you caused to me in the tournament, and I think Constantine de la Rovere will be very happy to see you again."

"Last tournament," the Archbishop of Frankfurt touched the thick beard on his jaw. "I have to admit that you are a good opponent, especially when the spear competition, it is indeed difficult for you to deal with."

"But you are equally difficult to deal with," said Charlen. "If you take off your robe and put on your armor, you are a perfectly qualified knight."

“Serving God is always more useful than wielding a sword,” the Archbishop looked at Charlun. “For example, now the coalition forces gathered by God’s call have defeated your king who tried to offend the Holy Land. This is the power of faith.”

Shaerlun raised his eyebrows, and a originally shallow scar on his face turned slightly red.

"Architect, my king is the most devout believer, and he has irrefutable power to claim against Naples."

"His claim is only when he needs it most," said the Archbishop sarcastically. Seeing that the scar on Charleon's face had turned red from anger, the Archbishop pointed to his sword and said loudly, "If you think this is an insult, I can accept your challenge, just like in the French Championships. I don't mind taking off my robe and changing into armor and fighting with you Frenchmen."

Charlun looked at the Archbishop of Frankfurt with a gloomy expression. Although the Archbishop not only had a strong body, but also had a more skilled sword than many knights, if it weren't for the archbishop's identity, Charlun was not afraid of this monk knight.

"Article, hope your prayers will really help your emperor and his companions, otherwise my king will make all of them regret participating in this war."

After Sharlun finished speaking, he bowed slightly to the Archbishop of Frankfurt, and then passed by the bishop and walked towards the priest who was waiting to recommend the pope for him.

The Archbishop of Frankfurt looked back at Charlem's equally tall and burly back with black armor. The bishop silently drew a cross on his chest and turned around and walked outside the Sistine Chapel.

Under the steps outside the Sistine Chapel, a carriage was waiting aside. When he saw the archbishop coming out, a follower respectfully opened the car door.

"God bless you will definitely gain a lot of rewards when you meet the Pope this time."

After accompanying the bishop into the carriage, the entourage smiled and said.

"At least it's worth it compared to the money that bribes that person," the Archbishop sarcastically said, "our Pope likes to use the bribes to make the conditions."

"But at least this time the Vatican supports us, right?" the follower asked with concern.

"Yes, at least this time our pope did not disappoint me," said the Archbishop of Frankfurt. "He has agreed not to compromise with the French, nor to make peace with Charles alone, which means that there is no peace between us and the French unless one party fails."

The follower was ready to agree, but before he could speak, the moving carriage suddenly stopped.

The driver in front suddenly turned around, and a sharp sword light instantly stabbed in from the car window that was open forward!

The stinging sword pierced the archbishop's back neck, and the strong bishop who could duel with any knight fell head-on!

The hood on his head, disguised as a coachman, shook off his hood as he jumped out of the carriage and mixed into the crowd, revealing an ordinary face.
Chapter completed!