Although the city of Karipo is small, as the front line that has been responsible for monitoring the threats in the East since ancient Roman times, there are still some ancient ruins.

Hoasan Forgazi Ashulk lives in such a place, the oldest building in the city, in the municipal palace.

The Municipal Palace was a luxurious courtyard built by Arab merchants in the early years. The typical Arab-style house looked a bit out of tune with other nearby buildings. Later, the French who occupied Sicily wanted to demolish it, but in the end it became the office of Karibo officials in history.

There is no way to arrange Ashulk in the Municipal Palace. The fear of the Ottomans of the Karibos is actually proportional to their curiosity. While people were uneasy about these Eastern conquerors, they also tried to approach this person with extremely strong curiosity. This made the Karibo officials very worried about what would happen, so they simply put the Ottomans in the Municipal Palace, at least not having any major problems under their noses.

Ashulk didn't mind such an arrangement. In addition to him, he also lived in the Municipal Palace with him. Looking at the Moors or Blacks' respect and humility towards their masters, even the officials couldn't help but secretly look at the Ottoman noble with curious eyes.

In the eyes of the Karibo people, Ashulk is a typical example of the Ottoman nobles. He is arrogant, arrogant, cruel and ruthless, but has the luxury and elegance that makes them envious. Therefore, whenever Ashulk appears in the hall, looking at the Eastern nobleman walking in the crowd of servants, although the Karibo people secretly cursed "to die in the pagans", they couldn't help but move their steps, giving him a wide enough path.

Ashulk did not take these Europeans' disagreeable actions seriously. For him, Karipo was just a trivial resting place on his long trip. He just waited for the boat to replenish enough supplies and left immediately.

A figure that seemed a little familiar appeared from afar. Ashulk, who was passing through the courtyard, stopped. The servant holding a short stool beside him immediately placed the stool behind him, and the other servant spread a thick velvet pad so that the master would not feel panic under his butt when he sat down.

These actions certainly aroused the secret sighs of the Karibo people who were secretly watching this scene. People couldn't help but envy the luxury that the oriental nobleman showed in every move, but Ashulk obviously had no intention of sitting down. He looked at the man and immediately recognized that he was the old sailor named Jonnini.

Jonnini is the leader of the sailor on Grogenin's ship, but Ashulk heard that this man had had a disgraceful experience before, but it was nothing. Almost all sailors in the world had a disgraceful past.

He noticed Jonnini because the old sailor was in a hurry and had an indescribable look on his face.

Excited, puzzled, curious, and a little frightened. Ashulk felt that this person's expression was too rich now, and even if he looked in broad daylight, it would make people feel a little frustrated.

Sure enough, when Jonnini stood in front of a small employee of a municipal palace, although he tried his best to calm himself down, his expression still made the other party feel a little uneasy.

"Don't look at me like that, I just drank two more drinks." Jonnini tried to calm the other party, but it seemed that it was not very successful.

"Last time you said you had drunk two more drinks and ran out to be a mercenary, and then it took almost 10 years to come back," the man muttered, "Listen, I don't want to care what you are going to do, but don't cause trouble." He raised his hand to block his face and whispered, "That person, that pagan, he's here."

Jonnini nodded casually and said impatiently: "I want to see some records, which are records about the number of people in the monastery."

"You want to see what that person does," the little official asked in confusion.

"If I said I would donate a monastic robe to every monk, would you believe it?" Jonnini said as she put a Florin on the table as if nothing had happened.

"It seems you're rich," the little official put the gold coins in his pocket, then turned around and left for a while and walked back with a big leather clip. "God will reward you for this pious."

Jonnini opened the clip without saying a word and began to carefully check the records on it. As his thick fingers passed through the pages of vicissitudes of life, his breathing gradually became heavier, and finally his fingers stopped on the two records in the February 1496 column just recently.

"On February 17, 1496, J.D., Joel Modillo was disqualified from the monk..."

"A young man named Alexander Juliant Kombray was taken in..."

Looking at the two lines of small words recorded on the same day, Giorni's heart kept beating. He was sure that he had not seen any record of Modillo's death, nor of Alexander's no longer belonging to the monastery. However, he could confirm from his conversation with the man who pulled the water wheel that the man had never seen a man named Joel Modillo, and he didn't even know that such a person was in the dungeon of the monastery.

"Maybe..." Thinking of the abbot's strange behavior, Jonnini gasped and thought secretly.

That day, except for seeing two vague shadows, he was so dark that he didn't see anything clearly, but now he felt that he was about to figure out what was going on.

Jonnini didn't know why she was so interested in this matter. He just felt that there was a big secret behind this matter. More importantly, after seeing Alexander again, he was surprised that not only had this young man inexplicably become a lighthouse guardian, but suddenly there was a beautiful jealous bohemian girl around him.

Gionini couldn't forget the thrilling scene when he almost let Sophia kill on the ship heading to Naples. Although Grogenin, as the owner, suffered a lot from his appearance, and was almost hung on the mast as the leader of the rebel, at least he saved his life.

But when he heard about the young man again, the identity of that person changed a new way and he actually became a lord. Even Groghenin seemed to have become very interested in him. This made Gionini's indescribable curiosity burn even more vigorously while being full of curiosity.

In the end, he could not resist the desire to explore everything. He went to the monastery and then went to the Municipal Palace. As for what he wanted to discover, he couldn't even say what he wanted to find.

Jonnini was carefully checking the record, so she didn't notice that the little official opposite suddenly looked nervous and secretly gestured to him. It was not until he saw that there was an extra figure beside him and turned to look at him after he saw Ashulk standing next to him, looking at him with a smile.

"Master." Gionini quickly bowed, and he vaguely knew that Groggenin's relationship with the Ottoman was not just as simple as the owner and the passenger. "I didn't expect to see you."

"I'm also curious about what you're looking at," Ashulk took the record in front of Jonnini and read it softly, "It can be seen that your monastery is willing to take in some people who are suffering, especially those from Crete."

Hearing Ashulk's words meant something, Jonnini coughed.

"I'm curious if even this place is occupied by us, who do you think will take you in?" Ashulk suddenly asked the small official opposite with a cramped expression. Seeing that the other party's face turned pale, the Ottoman smiled slightly and put down the record and turned away.

The frightened little official obviously irritated his anger on Jonnini, who wanted to continue to look through the records. He grabbed the records from the table and put them back in the original place, showing a cold look to the old sailor who attracted this unhappiness.

But Jonnini didn't care much. He felt that he had discovered something, but he couldn't explain it clearly for a while.

Maybe it's time to go back to the monastery to take a look, Jonnini thought to herself.

Thinking that the ship would not stay in Karipo for a long time, Jonnini decided to figure out the things that puzzled him as soon as possible.

As for why I have to pursue this matter, maybe I was curious, or maybe it was because of the unconcealed jealousy in my heart, but actually Jonnie himself couldn't understand it.

However, Grogenin disrupted the old sailor's plan. He asked Jonnini to call him to the residence and arranged an errand for him.

"Inquiry on what ships have passed by Karibo during this period?"

Although I found it a little strange, for a small bag of Ducat's face, Jonnini decided to give up her own affairs and complete the task first.

It is actually not difficult to figure out these things, especially after the gold coins were opened, and only one bottle of spirits was used, and Jonnini found out a lot of things in the tavern near the dock.

"Naples?" "Talento?" "Several ships from Genoa?"

Although the cargo ships from these places seemed to be small in quantity, when they heard that these ships received a lot of treatment exempted from ship tax, Jonnini also became interested.

What made him more interested was that in these scattered news, he vaguely heard a familiar name - Alexander Juliant Gombrey.

"Are you sure that those ships are legal?" Jonnini asked the man sitting opposite him, and if Alexander were here, he would recognize him. He had worked as a friend of Jonnini before and even saved his life with Jonnini.

"Legal," the man took a sip of wine and stared at Jonnini. "I have been working on the dock. Recently, many of these ships have come from other places. And the Kalipo's ships have such benefits in other places. But everyone seems to be very careful at the beginning, so the cargo ships are not very expensive. Most of the goods are taxed as before, so if there is any trouble, they will not be compensated a lot. But if you think about it, those merchants will make a fortune if they don't make a mistake. And this is also good for everyone. At least they buy their things cheaper than before."

Jonnie nodded absent-mindedly. He didn't know what to do inquire about this, but when he thought of that Gombrey, he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Dad, you should have taken me with you," the man suddenly said, "Look at what you eat and drink now, and that Ducart. I think you should have lived a good life outside during this period."

"Do you think so?" Jonnini waved his hand casually. "This is not my money, I'm just working for others."

"Then you really met a good employer," the guy licked his tongue enviously. "Dad, actually, I saw you on the boat that day, that day you and the merchant left. I wanted you to take me with me. If that happens, maybe I could use Ducat to invite someone to drink."

"If that's the case, maybe you're dead outside," Jonnini said angrily. "I just happened to meet that person, and it was a completely different story afterwards."

"Dad, that's wrong with you," perhaps because of the spirits, the guy who was originally afraid of Jonnini showed an unhappy look. "I saw that, besides that businessman, there is also someone who walked with you, the Greek boy we rescued from the sea. I remember his name, it seems to have something to do with what you are asking about now."

Jonnini's face darkened. For some reason, he didn't want people to know about his trip, especially when he thought of seeing Kuntu killing in that village, he felt that it was a big trouble.

More importantly, he did not intend to let everyone know about Kampray.

Hearing this person's words, a gloomy instantly rose on Jonnini's face.

Jonnini himself was curious about the young man’s affairs, but he didn’t want others to have this kind of thought, because he could vaguely feel that the fewer people know about it, the better.

"Dad, are you messing with that young man now?" The guy who didn't know that it had caused Jonnini's displeasure took another sip of wine, then slapped the table and said, "I really should have gone with you. That person is a lord now. He must be very rich, yes, very rich," he said, and he raised his head and took a sip of wine. "I think he must not let others know how he was caught by us from the sea. That would be too disgrace to the Lord's face. For this, you must have asked him to pay a lot."

Looking at the provocative gaze in the guy's eyes, Jonnini's eyes narrowed slightly.

"It's some money," said Jonnini, taking out another Ducat from her pocket and slowly putting it on the table. "I suddenly felt that I was missing a helper. What would you do with me?"

Looking at the gold on the table, the guy showed a look of surprise. He kept nodding while grabbing the gold coins and putting them in his pocket.

"Then we have to discuss how to do it," said the old sailor, standing up and looking at a woman in the distance who had been looking at him for a long time. "Come and come to me later, now I'll comfort my poor little pigeons." After that, he lowered his voice again, "Come alone, don't tell others."

The guy immediately nodded vigorously and then raised his glass again.

"Drink a few more drinks," Jonnini's face smiled, but his voice was a little cold. "The wine money is mine."

The next morning, a bad news spread in Kalipo City.

A young man accidentally fell into the water and died while passing through a wooden bridge because he got drunk the night before.

Listening to the people on the docks, Jonnie, who was working on the boat, muttered in a low voice: "Alexander Juliant Kombray, I have solved a big problem for you. How should you thank me?"
Chapter completed!