When Osborn hurried to Monreale Cathedral, the sun was already high. The choir children had just finished singing the fourth hymn and paused. Several children were shaking drowsy in the team because they got up too early. As the wooden stick in the hand of the priest led the team brought a gust of wind in the air, the fifth hymn became clear and ethereal again.?

Alfonso stood on the wooden platform on the left side of the main altar and looked at the dark crowd below. In front of the crowd were several bishops and priests in robes, and later there were a group of nobles in gorgeous costumes. Among them, Gomez's clothing was the most luxurious and conspicuous. It was a short-sleeved cloak covered with peacock feathers, and a striped trousers that set off his fat thighs. The image of Gongxiang became prominent and full of inexplicable humor.

Compared with the palace, his wife was obviously more tasteful, although equally gorgeous, except for the decoration of a few clusters of dark green feathers, her clothes seemed simpler and more Aragonic, which made her look steady and noble.

The tailor stood at the door of the church and looked inside. Although he was very favored, he did not dare to act rashly at this time. Listening to the deep and distant voices of the priests' preaching echoed in the church, Osborne was searching everywhere in the crowd.

Soon he saw the person he was looking for.

Ding Mu stood a little behind among a group of nobles. In fact, he would rather stand with the civilians, but Mrs. Neodora was obviously not satisfied with his doing so, so he had to stand with his wife and her husband.

He could feel it, and the eyes that were cast around him were a little strange, especially those ladies.

But it can be understood if you think about it. It is strange enough to think about this combination. The husband is standing on the left, the wife is standing in the middle, and he is standing on the right. The three of them still look so close.

"I know they are jealous," Mrs. Neodora didn't care at all about the fact that her husband was next to her. She stretched out her hand and gently held Ding Mu's arm. "Didn't you pay attention to how they look at you? You're simply a group of hungry wolves."

You are the heads of these evil wolves. Ding Mu wanted to move his body, but there was a noble lady next to him, and he could feel that the lady seemed willing to lean over by herself.

"Mr. Ziony, "At this time Madame Neodora seemed to remember her husband, she turned her head and looked at her, and received her husband's diligent nod and then continued, "I just got a copy of the creed that was said to be from a bookseller, but we know nothing about that, so if you have time, you can come to my house to help us appreciate it."

Is it to appreciate the Creed or you? Ding Mu didn't complain in his heart maliciously. He really admired Mr. Zioni. Why don't you be a great gardener with such a broad mind? Isn't that green can spread all over the earth to benefit more people?

"I heard that priests can become bishops after the meeting of the bishops, right?"

Mrs. Neodora suddenly asked in a lower voice, her lips almost touching Ding Mu's earlobe, which made the eyes that came around even hotter. However, Ding Mu admitted that this topic was not only much normal, but also worth discussing.

"Madam, I'm just a library manager," said Mrs. Neodora, who had just looked disappointed, and Ding Mu had already continued, "But I have heard some news. It seems that the bishops' association has some objections to the priest's successor to Bishop Palermo."

Madame Neodora showed a little surprise. She looked at the backs of the bishops who had just arrived from all over Sicily and asked in a lower voice: "So do you hear anyone else have the chance to be the Bishop of Palermo?" As she said that, the lady squeezed forward again, and Ding Mu felt a undulating mountainous mountain begin to rise up beside him. "You know that the Creed is important to Mr. Ziony. If you are willing to wait until the Mass is over, we will go and have a look."

Ding Mu coughed slightly and reminded Mrs. Nedodora, but he didn't expect it to work. But to his surprise, the lady actually gave in to the side, and then he saw the tailor who was squeezing to the other side of him.

The four strange people were embarrassed, and Ding Mu felt it was a bit embarrassing.

"I'm glad you and your wife fell in love," the tailor also lowered his voice. His eyes looked at Ding Mu different from before, as if there was a little inexplicable heat, which made Ding Mu immediately think of Mrs. Nedora on the other side. "But I want to know what you want to tell me in recent days?"

It has been a week since we came out of the dungeon of the palace that day, and the bishops who came from all over Sicily have arrived one after another. In addition to a few who are too far away, they are still on the way, and seven of them have arrived in the eleven bishops of the Sicily Province.

But the development of things seemed to be different from what I had imagined before. As Ding Mu said to Mrs. Neodora, there was a serious disagreement among the arrival of several bishops. Just after a banquet the night before, a fierce debate broke out between the bishops. The focus of the debate was whether Alfonso could succeed the Bishop of Palermo, or ask for another Gao Ming.

The news spread to the palace that night. Ding Mu did not doubt that there were other undercover agents in the Bishop's Palace besides him. However, for Sophia, he spread the news to the palace through several guards.

Of course, his news was not worthless, because just as he was cleaning up the library, he accidentally heard something that might not have known to others.

Several bishops were hanging out in the courtyard to discuss whether they could ask Rome to send a "respectable bishop" from Rome.

When Ding Mu spread the news, he asked on a note to meet Sophia. He believed that the news was important enough.

"Let's go outside and talk."

Taking advantage of the end of Alfonso's sermon, the tailor walked out of the church alone. He waited in the courtyard first, and when he saw Ding Mu come out, he continued to walk forward slowly.

"How is Sophia?" Ding Mu, who followed up, asked. He was actually not interested in whether Alfonso would be a bishop, especially when he found out that Orleans and Fitch seemed to be planning something, he felt that compared with those, whether Alfonso could wear the bishop's crown was purely a trivial matter.

"She's good," said the tailor perfunctorily, then paused, and said in a tone that seemed to be discussing or begging, "I think you shouldn't care too much about that bohemian woman. You must know that you are not suitable for her, and you may be... In short, you have a lot of future."

"You don't have to worry about this," Ding Mu said coldly. He knew what attitude he should use to the tailor. "I did this for Sophia, and you don't want me to be a person who doesn't miss old love."

Every bishop is the focus of attention, especially now, when the throne of the Archbishop in the Diocese of Sicily is suspended, if anyone can become the Bishop of Palermo, then there is a chance to enter the Archbishop.

Once you can become an archbishop, as long as you live long enough, the cardinal or even the cardinal may not be without a chance.

In front of such a good opportunity, each bishop not only puts his strength into his own, but also his subordinates are full of fighting spirit and spirit, and they are willing to add to their opponents' fists and feet.

A carriage slowly climbed up from the bottom of the mountain. Ding Mu used to let him go, but unexpectedly the carriage stopped beside him.

"What a coincidence, the treasurer," Kuntuo's suspected brother, sat in the carriage and nodded to Ding Mu.

"Mr. Kerryan," Ding Mu nodded slightly, looking at the carriage full of goods. "It seems that the Bishops' meeting has given you a considerable fortune."

"It's all God's grace," Cerrien drew a cross on his chest, and then smiled and continued, "It's also necessary to rely on the care of the priest. Of course, it would be even better if the priests were willing to say a few more good words to me in front of the priests."

"It's easy to say." Ding Mu deliberately straightened his chest, showing a big look.

However, after watching Crien's carriage enter the east hall of the church through the side door, Ding Mu's face slowly sank.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Ding Mu felt that this Krian was not only much more difficult to deal with than Kuntuo, but his completely ordinary appearance also made Ding Mu feel uneasy, as if something was always hidden.

Gong Xiang was unable to meet a certain bishop in the end.

Not only that, that night, something happened that surprised everyone.

Malejo, the former Palermo Bishop of Monreale, who was under house arrest not far from the cathedral, suddenly disappeared for no reason.

This incident shocked Palermo!

Although in order to prevent rumors and sweeping the wheel, the news of the disappearance of the former bishop spread throughout the city like wings.

For a time, various rumors began to circulate on the streets and alleys, and more and more strange rumors became the only topics for Palermo people to whisper.

In a low and messy house not far from Palermo Cathedral, a sloppy man was sitting under a sunshade with a big hole in the sunshade.

When he saw someone coming, he would hide first, and then he would sit down lazily after seeing that he was not a soldier or a priest.

"What's wrong? What's wrong in the street?"

Looking at the people coming and going, the old man asked in wonderingly in the room behind him.

A woman walked out of the house and looked at the man with anger: "I'm still drinking on Sunday. If I'm caught, you'll have to go into the station and suffer. You think this is a countryside like Karibo."

"What's there to be afraid of? Don't talk about the smell of wine. The fishy smell on my body is enough to make people smell it. Don't you just like this smell on me?"

Jonnini laughed and looked up and down at the woman, then he reached out and twisted the woman's face.
Chapter completed!