The tailor shop in Osborne is still so lively. From time to time, what comes out are rich businessmen in gorgeous clothes and nobles who dress themselves up quite fancy. Sometimes there are mercenaries who deliberately pretend to be elegant, but they are savage in their bones squeeze in and out. However, what they are passionate about is not clothing, but those gorgeous female guests.?

Seeing Ding Mu, Osborne, who was busy in front of the tailoring table, frowned easily. Ding Mu had already found an excuse to move out of the second floor of the tailoring shop a few days ago. This was done naturally to avoid arousing Alfonso's suspicion. Now seeing Ding Mu come to the door on his own initiative, Osborne was a little confused.

After a hurry to hit the last guest, Osborn greeted Ding Mu to the second floor. When he heard Ding Mu talk about seeing Sophia, Osborn stood at the corner of the stairs and pondered for a while, then suddenly reached out and grabbed Ding Mu's collar and pushed him against the wall. At the same time, he said fiercely: "Little slippery head, I'm helping you because you are useful to me. Don't point fingers at me. I can't control what you and that bohemian woman are. But if it's broken, you'll just wait and see the woman's show."

Staring at Osborne's eyes, Ding Mu looked at him without dodging and said, "Then you should let me see Sophia even more. If you want to know that there is a conspiracy against the palace prime minister, then you should tell me everything you know."

"What conspiracy do you say?" Osborn slowly let go of his hand. "Listen, you know how messy Palermo is now, it's best to be honest. Maybe I'll send you out of Sicily in a while, but don't cause me trouble before that."

Ding Mu's heart was moved secretly. He knew that Osborne's words should be related to Modillo's life experience. It seemed that the tailor had not been idle these days. Maybe he had sent someone to Karibo.

"What do you want to tell me, tell me, if it's really important, I'll let you meet that bohemian woman," Osborne turned his head slightly, as if he wanted to ease the atmosphere a little. "But I'd still advise you not to delay yourself because of that woman. One day, whatever woman you want will be as you wish."

Ding Mu ignored Osborn's hint, and he had made up his mind to find out the origin of Modillo's identity from the tailor.

"You mean someone is going to have a riot on the day of the bishops' meeting?"

After hearing Ding Mu's news about Malejo, Osborn's expression became excited. He turned around in circles, sometimes stopping to say something, but he shook his head and continued to turn. Finally, he said to Ding Mu, "Listen to this matter, don't tell anyone, just pretend you don't know. I will pass this news to Lord Gongsun, Santa Rosalia's anniversary. Yes, Palermo will hold a grand commemorative parade that day, and Lord Gongsun will also participate in the parade. If someone wants to create riots at this time, it is indeed difficult to deal with, but let Lord Gongsun resolve this matter. As for the monastery you mentioned, I know that it belongs to the Garbushi Cult. They have always been famous for not having contact with the outside world, but they did not expect that they actually colluded with the priest."

Osborne pulled the tape ruler hanging around his neck hard to express his anger. He did not notice the trace of Ding Mu's face when he heard about the slightest understanding of the slash of the Garbushi Cultivation.

From the Garbudian Church, Dingmu came to another place, the Monastery of Saibalong.

The Monastery of Saint-Sebalon is similar to the Celestial Society. It is low-key and evaded the world. However, because of its unique church identity and easy action, Ding Mu felt that he had roughly guessed the power in Alfonso's secretly. It was obvious that Alfonso used the convenience of the Celestial Society to secretly cultivate his own power. Perhaps even Molodi was secretly sent by him to settle in Saint-Sebalon many years ago.

It seems that Kunto had an accident on the way to pick Molodi up, and someone found his whereabouts, so he was attacked.

Seeing Osborne preparing to change his clothes and rush to the palace, Ding Mu knew that things were at a critical moment.

"Alfonso, he seems to know Molodi," he said suddenly, seeing the unexpected surprise and even panic on Osborne's face, Ding Mu knew that he had bet right, and at the same time he made up his mind to turn himself into Joel Molodi. "I think you should tell me the truth, tell me who I am, who Molodi is?"

"No, you can't know now," Osborn shook his head in panic. The momentum he had previously condescendingly disappeared. He was a little rushing to leave, but Ding Mu blocked the door. He said angrily, "What do you want to know? Who are you? What's the use of knowing? Listen if you can't do what you should do, then you can always be Alexander Juliant Gombre, a fugitive from Crete, a little man who doesn't care about!"

"Alfonso may not think so," Ding Mu smiled slightly. He knew that he had Osborne's biggest weakness, that is, he was just a tailor. Such a person actually had no bargaining chips to negotiate terms. All he could rely on was to know Molodi's origin. Once he lost this reliance, he would be nothing. "If you want to get benefits from me, tell me the truth, and if I want to see Sophia, you have to help me, otherwise I will go to Alfonso and he can help me, and the Kunto said before that, let me find him."

"No! You can't go find Alfonso!" Osborn was a little panicked. He took a step before and stopped quickly because he saw Ding Mu had already grasped the short sword around his waist. "Don't do stupid things Alexander, you know I've been helping you, otherwise the Gong Xiang would have let Perron torture you to death."

"Then tell me everything," Ding Mu unwaveringly "I can be Alexander, but I must know the origin of the surname Molodi, and don't wait for your people to come back from Saint-Sebalon. Now you tell me everything, otherwise I will go find Alfonso."

"God, this is really damn," Osborne pulled the tape ruler and strangled his neck angrily. "Are the people in the Molodi family so annoying?"

Osborne's words made Ding Mu secretly happy. He asked tightly: "What did you say, the Molodi family, then do you really know this family and who I am?"

The tailor shook his head speechlessly, then grabbed a chair next to him and sat down: "Listen to me, not much can tell you, and I don't know much about some things myself. They are all rumors, but if you are sent to that monastery from birth, I think you are that child."

"Then tell me what you know." Ding Mu asked softly with his mood.

"Molodi is a nobleman of Naples," Osborne wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, as if it took a lot of effort to say this. "Anthony Molodi is now the head of the Molodi family. If I guess correctly, you should be..." Speaking of this, Osborne smiled strangely. "Don't think about it all, Anthony is not your father, he is your uncle, and your mother is Anthony's sister Marianne Jo Molodi."

Speaking of this, Osborn seemed to finally breathe. He stood up and looked at Ding Mu up and down: "Greek? If you say you are Greek, it is okay. It is said that Anthony and Marian's mother are Greek nobles. The Molodi family is beautiful, both men and women, especially Marian, but the family also hates it." The tailor seemed to remember some unpleasant words and curled his lips. "Now you are satisfied, let me go to see the palace prince. It has been delayed for a long time."

"You haven't said who my father is yet," Ding Mu was not deceived by the tailor's sloppy eyes. He noticed that when he said the word father, Osborne's eyelids twitched, and the look on his face became unnatural. "If you don't want to tell me everything, I'll ask someone else."

"I don't have to wait for the people who go to the monastery to inquire. I also know that you must be a Molodi," the tailor stared at Ding Mu angrily. "Your people are all devils."

"Tell me!" Ding Mu said loudly.

"Okay, I'll tell you," the tailor pleaded with a little pleading in his tone. But you have to make sure you forget after listening. At least you are still Alexander now, otherwise it will not do you any good."

Ding Mu nodded, and he felt that the tailor seemed to care about this.

"Your uncle Anthony was sent to Castilla as a special envoy by the King of Naples, and your mother Marian followed your uncle to Castilla, where she met Enrique, the King of Castilla at that time."

"Wait a minute, you are talking about the queen of King Ferdinand. Now King Enrique, the brother of Queen Castilla Isabella?" Ding Mu had already guessed a possibility, but he felt it was incredible. "You don't want to say that person is Enrique."

"Yes, it's Enrique," the tailor laughed loudly. He looked at Ding Mu as if he was telling a joke. "Actually, this is not a secret. Enrique fell in love with Marian at that time. The whole Castile court knew about this. Later, Queen Isabella overthrew Enrique and snatched his throne. Marian stayed with him until one day she suddenly left Castile."

Speaking of this, the smile on Osborne's face slowly disappeared. He looked at Ding Mu and muttered to himself: "At that time, there were rumors that Marian was pregnant. He ran away from Castile because he was afraid that the queen would harm her child. But after all, it was a legend that no one took it seriously. Now it seems that the rumors may not be fake. Not only did someone help her escape, but he also hid her child."

Ding Mu nodded silently. Only then did he fully understand the origin of Molodi and finally knew why so many people were concerned about the crazy fat man.

Does the monastery know Molodi’s true identity?

It is certain whether it is clear or not, the monastery will try its best to conceal the matter about the madman in order to cover up his dereliction of duty. Just think about the letter he wrote to the Bishop Palace before, and you will know that he and Kuntuo have obviously planned it to make Ding Mu completely replace Molodi.

As for how to prevent the truth from being leaked, as long as you think about the things Kun asked his brothers to do, it is not difficult to guess.

"Now you know everything, then what do you want to do with my highness," Osborn looked at Ding Mu with a sarcastic look. "Go out and tell others who you are, and then wait for the Palace Suan to send someone to arrest you and send it to Castilla, and let your aunt imprison you in the castle until you die of old age?"

"Maybe it won't be like this."

Ding Mu's eyes gradually became clear. So much confusion before, he gradually became clues. When he thought about the things that were about to arise around him, he suddenly felt that this was really a good opportunity given by God.

He turned around and walked to the window and looked at the ancient city bathed in the golden afterglow outside. This is Sicily in 1496, Italy that is about to come out of the darkness and walk towards the light.

From the moment he opened his eyes after falling into the water, Ding Mu could feel the difference between himself and before. He could feel the persistent attempt to explore Molodi's life experience and the strong impulse to integrate into this era. It was from another soul, or from the original person of this body.

When integrating into this world, Ding Mu had a voice in his heart that from now on, he would truly become the person you want to be.

Thinking of him turning around, looking at the tailor and smiling

Osborne had an illusion that it seemed that the young man in front of him suddenly had some unexplainable changes. He seemed to have figured out something and suddenly became relaxed, instead of always disregarding the things around him before.

"Call me Alexander, now I am Alexander Juliant Gombrey. As for the future, I hope that one day you call me Your Highness in the Palace of Castile, so let's go and meet the palace minister."
Chapter completed!