The Bishops' Palace in the Bishops' Diocese of Palermo is not in the city of Palermo, but in the Monreale Cathedral on a hill called Caputo, not too far south of Palermo.

Whenever the weather is good, the entire valley seems to be bred in a golden halo. This unique scenery was once regarded as a miracle and was widely circulated. Because of this, the Palermo Bishop Palace was finally chosen in Monreale.

Like many local buildings with a long history, Monreale Cathedral is an ancient building with a typical Norman and Arabic style. The difference is that this cathedral looks too simple from the outside. Except for the hexagonal front door of the church, the front door of the church is slightly unique, even some houses in the small town of Monreale at the foot of the mountain seem to be more imposing than this church.

Ding Mu came to Monreale Cathedral with Osborn at noon the next day.

Standing on the Caputo Mountain, the town below can be seen at a glance. If you have good eyesight, you can even see pedestrians on the street from the gaps of the rows of gray roofs.

However, most of the people walking on the streets of Monreale are fully armed Aragonese soldiers.

The small square outside the cathedral has been occupied by soldiers. The two main doors of the church are closed, and a group of soldiers standing in front of the door with long halberds in hand, revealing a faint smell of killing.

Unlike the cathedral's gate, the Bishop's Palace has a wide open door, making people come and go.

On the way here, Ding Mu had already heard from Osborn about the "capturing the conspirator of assassination". Although Osborn's statement was somewhat exaggerated, Ding Mu could still imagine that the scene when Bishop Malejo was arrested should be quite dramatic.

In fact, when the soldiers rushed into the unprepared Bishop's Palace and broke into the Bishop's bedroom, the Bishop was using his "God-given scepter" to severely punishing the singer in a choir below, so when the soldiers pulled them off the bed, they had to wrap them in a ball with the bed sheet to carry them out of the room.

Then the soldiers began to search for the so-called "infiltrated assassins" in the Bishop's Palace. Although it is unknown whether there was any evidence, it can be seen from the soldiers' bed sheets wrapped in the pair of miserable mandarin ducks as spoils and flags and hung them on the flagpole at the entrance of the Bishop's Palace that no matter whether it is related to the assassination incident, the Bishop is finished this time.

Who will be in charge of the diocese affairs next?

Seeing Priest Alfonso who was already standing in the seat of the Bishop Palace, Ding Mu had a thought of "it's true" flashing through his mind.

It is obvious that Priest Alfonso was a beneficiary of the assassination in the palace, which made Ding Mu feel that it was enough to explain the relationship between him and the assassination. As for what other people are involved, I don’t know yet.

Seeing Osborne and Dingmu, the priest smiled. He signaled that the two people next to him could leave, and then raised his hand slightly to signal them to come over.

"My children, it's a pleasure to see you, especially at such an unpleasant time," after letting the two kiss the gems on his huge ring, the priest walked down the mat and walked back along the corridor next to it. "You must have heard of that shameful thing, which is absolutely blasphemy to Christ."

"Please forgive my rude priest, but this may be a good thing," Osborn shrugged deliberately disapprovingly. "Palermo needs a truly pure bishop, not the kind of person who needs someone to use bed sheets as fig leaf." Speaking of this, he looked at Alfonso walking in front of him. "I think that's what Lord Gong Xiang thinks."

Alfonso stopped and looked back at Osborne, then turned around and continued to move forward.

"Sir, I'll bring this little guy as you ordered." Osborne was very aware of the conversation. He pressed Ding Mu's shoulder and pushed him forward slightly, then stopped and saluted again. "If there is nothing else, I will say goodbye. I will prepare the costumes for Lord Gong Xiang to attend the upcoming bishop's meeting."

"That's really a very hard job," Alfonso nodded in understanding. "I think I should persuade my friend that being too addicted to luxury is not a moral that a believer should have."

"But sir, if Gong Xiang really abandons luxury, then I will lose my job." Osborne deliberately showed a bitter face, and then bowed deeply again after the priest laughed slightly, saying goodbye and left.

Ding Mu stood aside silently, looking at Osborne's performance that was deliberately exaggerated but would not arouse others' disgust, Ding Mu secretly admired his ability. No wonder this man went smoothly later and became a favorite minister of several monarchs as a powerful minister.

But now he has to consider his own situation, because he didn't know why the priest wanted to see him, Ding Mu had to cheer up and respond carefully.

"A very interesting person, right?" Alfonso looked at the back of the tailor who had walked away. "But I can feel that you don't think of him."

Secretly surprised by the priest's keen insight, Ding Mu reminded himself to be more cautious.

"Sorry, sir, I'm not a tailor." Ding Mu showed a slightly conceited smile, which was very consistent with his current identity. He was young and did not hide his ambitions, but also had enough confidence.

In fact, Ding Mu did not think that he could learn from the tailor and become a lucky minister. Not to mention that he knew nothing about making clothes, becoming a favorite minister was not the path he wanted to take. There were few favorite ministers in history who could have a good end, including the tailor who just left.

Not yes to Ding Mu's answer, the priest walked into the living room, where a group of people were busy, and they saluted when they saw them coming in.

"Everything must be replaced with new ones," Alfonso said as he walked, "luxury, impetuous, and even depravity are not only blasphemy of the clergy, but also original sin. Everything must be changed."

Listening to the priest's feelings, Ding Mu had an illusion that it seemed that this man had now regarded himself as the bishop of Palermo.

Alfonso walked to the wall, where there was a huge peach wood bookcase. The bookcase looked very heavy, and the gaps on the ornate hollow patterned cabinet door were spotlessly wiped. Some places seemed to look bright and smooth because they were often opened.

"This is the real treasure," Alfonso took out a bunch of keys from his belt and opened the cabinet door. In an instant, the whole row of books appeared before them. "God has given the world so many treasures, but many people only see some shining things," he said, and turned around and asked Ding Mu, "Do you know?"

"Iliad and the Odyssey," Dingmu nodded, "Homera's handed down works, as well as works by Sophocles and Aeschylus."

"Greeks," Alfonso nodded with satisfaction, "Although these people were not redeemed by Christ because of their misfortune, they used these works to make future generations remember them, tell me, what do you think of Oedipus?"

Ding Mu looked at Alfonso with a surprise. Speaking of which, he talked about Greek literature with a clergy who might become a bishop of a cathedral. No matter how you look at it, it was not only strange but also dangerous.

He would not have thought that it was the priest who was putting a trap on him, because it was unnecessary.

If you want his head, you just need to shout to the outside. He believes that even if there are no five hundred knives and axes outside waiting to throw the cup as a trumpet, the priest would definitely not be so relieved and bold and alone with him.

So now he can speak with confidence and boldness. As for whether he has a deep enough understanding of classical Greek masters, Ding Mu is not worried. Literature and mathematics are different, and there is no need to truly "understand". A bottle of vinegar and a half can shake for a while without being seen through it. Ding Mu had seen someone in his previous life who was stunned by his knowledge and half-understanding.

If it weren't for the end of getting carried away and confusing Hegel with someone playing basketball, that person wouldn't have been exposed.

"As Oedipus, please allow me to say this. When everyone regards him as a hero fighting fate, he has actually surrendered to fate," Ding Mu took out the book from the bookcase. "Sir, can you imagine that after a person has done a lot of things that have been hinted to have arisen, he still believes that everything has nothing to do with him?"

"God, you understand so much," Alfonso seemed a little surprised. "You are such a strange Greek. If it is really as you said, then Sophocles is not telling the fate of a hero, but accusing a sinner."

"This is just my own opinion, sir," Ding Mu quickly stopped. He knew that the priest would not call him here purely for the sake of discussing art. "And now it seems that these things have no value, and it is good for me to have a place to live."

Alfonso smiled slightly, and he could hear what this young Greek man was hinting at. Although it was a bit straightforward, this kind of a slightly immature appeal was not annoying.

"Look at these words," Alfonso took out a manuscript of parchment wrapped in a lattice from a bookcase and slowly opened it, and sighed softly, "What is truly gorgeous is these things. The elegance and wisdom that reveals between the lines will be forgiven by God. Compared with them, gold or gems will be eclipsed."

Ding Mu looked at the manuscript at the instructor of the priest, and he recognized that this should be a long poem left by the ancient Romans. Although it seems to be a work that is not very old and copied by later generations, even so, it is still very precious.

"There are indeed many books here," Alfonso continued to open another bookcase next to him. Ding Mu noticed that not only there were more books, but some of the content seemed to be quite sharp. This made Ding Mu feel moved. He didn't know if Alfonso would use this excuse to severely curb the former bishop, but Alfonso said something surprised him a little. "If you are willing, you can stay here, I mean you can temporarily serve as my private library treasurer."

Library, Treasurer...

Ding Mu looked at Alfonso in shock. The priest's suggestion was unexpected and he felt unbelievable.

"The precious things should be protected, and you are very suitable for this job," Alfonso closed the bookcase and handed the heavy keys to Ding Mu. "This is just a position I have arranged personally, but I have a reward of fifteen Jinfulin every month, and you can read these books freely."

Ding Mu no longer hesitated, he bowed and took the keys carefully.

It is indeed necessary to be careful. Not to mention that these books are civilized treasures that are destined to be unvaluable in the future, even at the moment, they can be regarded as treasures that cannot be exchanged for gold.

"The precious manuscripts and documents need to be copied. You can find some help. Your job is not easy," the priest was in a good mood. He looked around the living room again before standing in front of the bedroom door. Looking at the canopy bed inside, which was now only bare bed boards, muttering to himself. "I really want to say that Malejo's behavior really cannot match those books, otherwise he could be a perfect bishop."

It was already very late when Ding Mu left the Bishop's Palace. Unlike when he came, he had two more things on his body. They were a simple gray robe. This was the uniform of the priest's private library treasurer, and the other was the several Jinfulins in his pocket. This was the advance payment for him. In addition to the expenses Ding Mu himself needed, there were also commissions for him as Alfonso said to have to pay the helper who helped to copy.

So although his pockets have become heavy, Ding Mu still has to make careful calculations.

There were still many guards patrolling the streets. On the way to come, the small town of Alai seemed quiet. Ding Mu occasionally passed by the patrol soldiers. Sometimes he could smell a faint smell of blood from the soldiers.

Although there were no casualties in this so-called assassin search, Ding Mu believed that it was just a statement from the palace to the outside world. Any riots of all sizes have always been victims, but the degree is different.

On the way here, Ding Mu once saw two tightly covered carriages passing by the church. The breath was the same as those of these soldiers, but it was stronger and more scent of death.

In fact, if you think about it a little, you will understand that since Gomez has decided to eliminate the great enemy of Malejo by assassination, in order to be cautious, even if he cannot kill the bishop himself, it is imperative to take the opportunity to eliminate the bishop's gangsters.

This is not even something Gomez can stop.

This is the medieval Italian peninsula, where conspiracy, cruelty and massacre are the main themes of this era.

There seems to be no rest in this melody, and it keeps stirring more and more people in and spinning and dancing together until it finally falls under the beating bloody notes.

Ding Mu didn't know if it was a wrong choice to choose to step on this stage, but he couldn't stop now.

Since you can't stop, dance to the melody until one day let everyone follow their own dance steps.

"Bohemian!"

Opposite the street, Michelangelo was greeting Ding Mu with his thick arms.

"I'm going to find you at your camp, you are my inspiration."
Chapter completed!