When Osborne entered the palace to see Gomez, Gong Xiang was standing in front of a mirror and was worried. He had been standing like this for almost an hour. The servant next to him was holding a small wooden frame that used wooden strips to separate more than a dozen grids. Each grid was hung with lace linings of different colors and styles.

Seeing Osborne, Gomez finally smiled on his slightly fat face. He waved his hand anxiously to signal the tailor to go over, and then picked up a strip of shoulders with cumbersome patterns and gestured on the clothes: "You are so good, my friend, I'm worried about which liner to match the clothes you just designed for me tonight."

"Sir, I think it might be better if you can use a small plate collar with some wrinkles instead of a simple carpet lining. Of course, whatever is the most suitable one to wear with your style, but it would be great if it can make it stand out more," then Osborn waved his hand as if he disagreed with his own suggestions. "Forget it, don't listen to me nonsense, or do you know which decision is the most suitable one."

"Small plate collar, or wrinkled?" Gomez frowned. He reluctantly put down his shoulder lining, picked up a white collar that was originally thrown on the chair next to him, which was supported by a thin wooden strip like a tray. With the help of the servant, he clasped it on his neck. Looking at himself in the mirror, Gong Xiang slowly smiled on his face. "It's really good, Osborne is still you have vision, I really don't know what to do if you don't have you."

"I'm a tailor," Osborne smacked his lips and turned his body a little proudly. "It's my duty to dress the guests up pretty, and if anyone becomes ugly by my hands, it's the worst."

Gong Xiang laughed, and then the smile on his face slowly disappeared. He patted Osborne's shoulder hard and let him leave the room with him and walk slowly in the corridor: "Do you know, if you are not a tailor but a noble, you will be more helpful to me. Not many people can trust me, Perron is very loyal, but I really can't stand him like that. As for the others, I don't want to think of them, but you are a tailor."

When he was obviously showing kindness to Gong Xiang, Osborn bowed and kissed Gong Xiang's hand, but Gomez did not see the tailor's eyes disapproval.

"Then how is he like you little Greek," Gomez asked a little irritatedly. "Malecio is missing. If he can't help me find out the bishops' details, I will let Perron deal with him."

"Sir, the little Greek brought him better news than you would like," Osborne smiled meaningfully, and then lowered his voice. "He found out the whereabouts of Bishop Marecho."

Gomez's fat face was a little dazed for a while. He turned his head to look at Osborne. Seeing the tailor nodded affirmatively, Gong Xiang clapped his palms happily.

"It's so nice, this little guy is a surprise," Gomez nodded with satisfaction. "Tell me what's going on, where is our respectable Lord Bishop now, or is he still alive?"

"Maybe still alive, but things may not be what you think," Osborn looked around and made sure there was no one nearby. He stepped forward and whispered in Gong Xiang's ear. "Sir, I have to report a conspiracy to you..."

As Osborne said, Gomez's face became gloomy with a relaxed look. He clapped his hands and a servant immediately ran over from under a tree in the distance.

"Go and call Perron and let him see me immediately," Gomez nodded slightly to Osborne. "That Greek is doing a good job, please keep staring. I remember his name is Alexander, what's his surname?"

"Gumbrey, sir, his name is Alexander Juliant Gombbrey."

"A very strange last name isn't it?" Gomez responded casually, "tell that Gombrey that he can meet his woman, and I will reward him when the matter is over."

"Sir, please follow the order." The tailor bowed.

"As for our friend Priest Alfonso," Gomez narrowed his eyes. "When will Perron arrive?"

In a small house near the South Corner Tower in the palace, Sophia met her Alexander.

Seeing the name Sophia wrote on the stone with a charcoal pen and was erased, Ding Mu felt that the last bit of ties in his heart also disappeared with the disappearance of the name on the stone.

Ding Mu actually died at the moment of falling into the water. Alexander is alive now. As for the future, I don’t know.

"Listen, I'll be able to take you out soon," Alexander whispered in Sophia's ear, feeling the warm and soft earlobe trembling slightly because of the touch. He stuck out his tongue and licked it lightly. In an instant, the girl's body in his arms twisted violently. "Don't move around, little girl, listen to me," Alexander tried to clear his mind. He felt that he was really attracted by this girl, and even wanted to make her his real wife as soon as possible. "You have to stay here for a few more days. Something may happen during this period, so you have to take good care of yourself. Do you still remember the code I told you? It's important to remember that it's very important."

Sophia nodded vigorously. She didn't understand many things, but during the imprisonment, she understood her situation. It was impossible and impossible for the tribe members to save her. Her "husband" was the only hope.

Gomez didn't give much time, so someone quickly urged him to leave, and Sophia was also called by a maid to serve her at the palace lady.

At the front door of the palace, I accidentally met Perron. Seeing this fierce soldier, Alexander was as heavy as water, and he remained silent.

Perron looked at the Greeks sarcastically, his eyes seemed to be looking at prey, and he did regard this young man as prey, but it was not yet time to swallow it, but just thinking about Perron felt excited, not to mention that there was a bohemian girl who was more in line with his appetite, which made him feel that a part of his body was already hot.

Osborne, who was standing next to him, was about to speak to break the deadlock when a young black man ran towards them.

This is a smart-looking young man. Although his skin is dark but not rough. His bright eyes and snow-white teeth look very eye-catching. He is so flexible that he quickly arrives in front of the tailor when he is in a flexibly manner in the crowd.

"My master invites you to the banquet tonight's tailor," said the black young man in a slightly strange accent, and turned and bowed again. "Are you Mr. Kombrey? My master has invited you too."

"I know you, you are Ziony's personal servant," Osborne recognized the black youth. "Did your master say that there was any special reason to hold a banquet tonight?"

"Sorry, lord, I don't know why the master wants to treat you," the young black man's thick lips turned, "But I've already gone to several masters' homes to invite them. I've been to your two houses before, but no one told me that you're here in the palace."

"It seems that it was Mrs. Neodora's idea again," the tailor murmured in Alexander's ear in a low voice. "She must miss you. As for me, it's a gift now."

Alexander also admired the tailor's unmarked flattery. No wonder Gomez favored this person so much. Just about the skills of flattery, this is a very pleasant person.

"Didn't your master invite me?" Peron came over and asked the black servant. "I just visited the outer island with your mistress not long ago."

Seeing Peron, the male servant quickly saluted again: "Yes, the captain, my master specially ordered you to attend today's banquet. For your master, you specially prepared enough portions of herring and mutton."

Perron laughed, he stroked the curly beard on his lips, and then knocked the servant's smooth and shiny forehead.

"That's right, herring and lamb, I like these two dishes the most, and your host knows it will make me more excited."

After saying that, he looked at the two people next to him, and laughed again and walked forward.

"That Mrs. Neodora seems to be really famous," Alexander shook his head helplessly. He looked at Osborne's face and saw this tailor who seemed to care nothing. This time he seemed a little angry. "I said you can't have a true love for that lady."

"Of course not," Osborn shook his head, but the expression on his face became even more ugly. "I think Perron seems to be targeting us all the time. He is the captain next to Lord Gongshou. If he wants to cause trouble, it will be too bad."

"You're right, he's really been in trouble," Alexander looked at Perron's back and said slowly. "If possible, I really hope this person disappears completely."

"Don't do stupid things," Osborne whispered by holding Alexander's wrist, "Don't forget who you are, one day he will kneel in front of you and beg you for forgiveness."

"But I may not be able to wait that long."

Alexander muttered to himself. He knew that Perron had always coveted Sophia's appearance. If it weren't for his own use to Gomez, this barbaric soldier would have already attacked Sophia.

Mr. Ziony's house is a luxurious house of a large scale on the streets of Little Roman.

Even though most of the residences on Little Rome Street are magnificent, Mr. Zioni's mansion is still the most eye-catching one.

A large garden surrounds the entire residence, and you can see the full view of the residence through the rugged and dark walkways.

Mrs. Neodora's contempt for her husband gave Alexander an illusion that Mr. Zioni should be the kind of wealthy businessman who was not very prominent despite his wealth. Otherwise, he would not let his wife be so arrogant and change him to a cuckold. However, when he saw Mr. Zioni's luxurious courtyard and mural sculptures made by famous masters, Alexander had to admit that he had misunderstood.

"Actually you're not mistaken," but then Osborn explained to him. "Mr. Zioni was a pauper until his marriage. He didn't even have the surname Zioni before. This surname was originally a distant relative. Later, Zioni and Madame Nedora married Madame Nedora and inherited the property of his distant relative. Do you understand?" Osborn blinked jokingly. "It is said that his distant relative has a special relationship with Madame Nedora. I heard that he wanted her to inherit the property. If not all the relatives opposed it, and Madame Nedora was thinking about this property, she would not marry Ziony."

Alexander nodded silently after understanding a little. Looking at Mr. Zioni who happened to meet him from a distance, he immediately felt that the gorgeous green-themed robe worn by the owner today was inexplicably suitable for him.

Mr. Zioni was obviously very happy with Osborne's arrival. He came over and greeted the tailor enthusiastically. As for Alexander, although he was very attentive, he had some differences.

Alexander didn't care about Mr. Zioni's different treatment. When he saw Peron's figure appear, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Perron had changed his clothes. The dark red sword cloak he had worn before at the door of the palace had turned into a small coat of the same color as the black short cloak. A long sword covered with a very wide belt was casually hung on the side of the knee-length pants. A pair of white leggings below made the calves so thick that their calves were bulging.

Peron's eyes were searching in the crowd. When he saw Madame Neodora appear, he went over and stopped Madame who was walking towards Alexander, and then began to talk all kinds of vulgar jokes around her.

Mrs. Neodora tried to perfunctorily and although she was more interested in Alexander, she knew that she could not offend the Palermo hottest big shot in front of her. But by this, her attitude was a little absent-minded.

"Madam, it seems that you are thinking about someone else," Peron deliberately looked at Alexander in the distance, and then he suddenly reached out and hugged Mrs. Neodora's waist and pulled her hard towards him. "But you'd better figure out who is more suitable for you, knowing that some young people may not be able to subdue the devil in you."

As he said that, Perron looked down with his eyes frivolously, and looked at the canyon among the mountain on Madame Nedora's chest.

Mrs. Neodora's face was a little flushed, and Peron's too explicit teasing made her unable to stand it, especially when she saw Alexander in the distance seemed to be whispering something to Osborne. She instinctively thought that it should be discussing her current embarrassment.

"Captain, please be more respectful. I am not those women you know. I am Ziony's wife." Madame Neodora struggled to break free from Perron's arms. Her chest was fluctuating violently because of her rapid breathing. The grand occasion turned her accusation that should have been righteous and righteous, into another kind of teasing.

As if he realized that he was too distorted, Mrs. Neodora said apologizing angrily, lifted her skirt and turned toward the garden.

Looking at Madame Neodora's plump back, Peron deliberately turned around and looked at Alexander in the distance with a provocative look, and then followed the entrance to the garden regardless of the gaze of the people around him.

Alexander kept paying attention to the scene there. Seeing the two men disappearing into the deep dense garden, he greeted Osborne and walked quietly into the garden.

The garden was dark, and the moonlight could not even shine on the ground through the flower shed above his head. Alexander slowly walked forward, holding the hilt of the knife hidden in his arms in his hand, trying to relax his breathing.

A dense bushes were shaking violently, and a faint struggle and tearing sound came from behind the bushes. Alexander's heart was beating violently. Although he had made up his mind, he was so nervous now!

Unlike the last time he killed Xiao Guerja, he now does not have a short crossbow as a weapon in his hand, and he is facing a soldier who has been through the battlefield for a long time.

The flowers swayed lightly, and a seductive moan came faintly.
Chapter completed!