Walking through the narrow streets of the Malaro Market, you can't walk far away and see the dark dome of the monastery mixed with Norman and Sarasen styles. That's the Gaplastia Monastery.?

When Alexander came to the monastery again, he saw the gypsy performing on a slightly wide open land on the street from a distance.

Santa Rosalia's anniversary is an important festival for the Palermos, and it is a good day for gypsies to make money. Each gypsy wears his best clothes and all the cumbersome ornaments. With the accompaniment of hand drums and guitars, women use crazy dance moves to attract men, while men churn and jump to show their skills, which attracted many audiences and various coin, small ornaments thrown from the air into the circle with the praises. Sometimes there is even a silver coin or something. People are always generous in such good days.

The Gypsy performed very well, but it was not easy to get close to it. The streets were too crowded, and almost no one could take a complete step, and could only move forward. Because it was early summer, they were dressed much less than usual. This certainly made the sluts who liked to squeeze into women, and also made the pickpockets who had been hiding in this area all year round even happier. From time to time, a woman would curse and laugh at men and then sound arrogance from successive laughter, or someone would suddenly find his own wallet and be touched away, and then he would be loudly abused in various dialects.

This is how the Malaro Market is, it is lively but not peaceful, but it attracts many people to find out.

Alexander walked forward along the flow of people and stopped a little while passing a stall on the roadside. He was a vendor selling all kinds of worthless small accessories. A woman with a normal appearance but a hot figure was desperately wiping a piece with a cloth and inlaid a large white glass hanging decoration in the middle of the rattan. She muttered quietly while wiping, as if she was complaining that someone had dirtyed the hanging decoration.

Alexander remembered Sophia, who was young but had a strong love for beauty. Alexander had seen her have a wooden box that she regarded as a treasure, filled with all kinds of valuable gadgets, many of which were these shiny things.

Women seemed to be immune to this kind of thing regardless of age or race. Alexander thought about looking at the monastery again. It was just after noon, and he began to bargain with women for ornaments. Bargaining at the Malaro market was also a pleasure. Some rich people might not be stingy to pay more money, but they were still willing to enjoy this kind of argument between us.

However, the woman seemed to be in a bad mood today. After a few arguments, she generously sold the ornament to Alexander. Looking at the young man's back that seemed satisfied and left, the woman shook her head and muttered: "I hope he won't see the problem with that thing so early, this little fool."

"What are you talking about, Nurla?" The man covered in alcohol stuck his head out of the door behind the stall, and then he looked at the woman's hands and the stall with curiosity. "Why have you sold that thing?"

"Shut up. If you weren't a fool, how could you sell such a good thing so cheaply?" The woman turned around and cursed angrily, "I'm drunk all day long. I really don't know how I fell in love with you, the drunkard, and even messed up things. You know that the ornament could have sold two ginis."

The man who seemed to be used to the bad attitude towards women was laughing disregardlessly. He walked out of the door and suddenly hugged the woman, pressing her bearded mouth against her neck: "Forget it, isn't it sold? There is always someone unlucky who is willing to pay the bill. Be ready, let's go to the torch prayer tonight, but I can't wait."

The woman struggled for a while and glanced at the man in anger, but there was no look of blame in her eyes.

"By the way, to whom did you sell that hanger, he won't come again, right?" the man asked with some concern.

"A young man from another countryman has a weird accent. He probably is not from Sicilian. And I have carefully brushed it, so it won't be so easy to see it." The woman said proudly, and then she looked at the crowd around her and saw the shredded wood in her hands. She immediately got rid of the man's entanglement and began to churn on the stall. At the same time, she shouted loudly, "Come and buy it quickly, the last few torches are there. What should I do if I pray for the evening without torches? Come and buy it quickly."

When Alexander walked along the street to a place not too far from the Chippain Monastery, he had already seen a few familiar faces. These people looked no different from ordinary tourists, but if you look closely, you will find that although they were walking around the street, they were always wandering around the area not too far from the monastery. It was just that because there were too many people in the market today, no one would pay attention to this.

He pressed the hat on his head, allowing the wide brim to cover his face. This hat had no fancy feather ornaments, but had a circle of tulle to be placed along the brim, which allowed him to easily get close to those people without being seen.

As time passed by little, Alexander was slowly eating meat pies in front of a stall. This thing reminded him of the famous Italian pie many years later. However, now this kind of cake that is not very good with unknown what is stuffed inside.

A few more people appeared, similar to some people before. Most of them were dressed inconspicuously, but they were all wrapped tightly. Thinking about it carefully, this is actually stupid. On such a hot Mediterranean day in such a early summer afternoon, although this was to cover up the weapons hidden in the clothes, wearing such a long robe would look strange no matter how you look at it.

Like some of the people who had appeared before, these people first looked at the situation nearby, and then entered the monastery with only one crack open. Then the copper-covered wooden door of the monastery was quickly closed.

Are there already nearly 30 people? Alexander was a little surprised. He didn't expect that there would be such people gathering. Although there were more than 30 people, if you think about the scene tonight, he might not have been as smooth as he thought.

Alexander left the meat pie stall and walked through the bustling crowd, and when he walked to a man who had been wandering around the monastery, the man immediately looked alert.

"Take me to see Osborne," Alexander whispered helplessly, and at the same time he complained about the professional level of the 'agent' of this era. Seeing that the man was still dumb, he simply asked, "Tell me where Osborne is, I'll go find him by myself, and you are so stupid that you can see even blind people," Alexander shook his head again, "but some people who are blinder than blind people can't see it."

When I saw Osborne, the tailor was standing on the roof of a second floor of a house facing the gate of the monastery. The house had a very typical Sarasen-style flat roof and a circle of concave and undulating breast walls, which made the tailor stand on it and couldn't help but feel that he was commanding the army and galloping across the board.

"It seems that what you said is true," the tailor said happily to Alexander who walked onto the roof. He had been worried that Alexander's news was inaccurate. Now seeing someone quietly entering the Kappain Monastery, the tailor's heart finally let go of it. "Mr. Gongshou will be very happy, but I want to thank you even more." The next voice lowered.

"Don't be too happy too early," Alexander walked to the wall and looked at the dark abortion below. "They won't do it so early, and tonight it's a torch prayer, that's the most appropriate time."

"What do you think they are going to do?" Osborn asked in a low voice. "Are you going to attack the Bishops' Order?"

"I don't know this," Alexander smiled slightly. "You should tell the Palace Master that all the credit belongs to Michelangelo. He found the secrets when he collected the old buildings in Palermo. As for me, I just told you after hearing about these things."

"That stonemason?" Osborne was stunned for a moment before thinking of such a person. "I heard that the priest values ​​him very much, but it is better. Who would have thought that it was the priest who eventually destroyed his plan. As for you, you shouldn't show your face too much."

Alexander nodded. From the moment he was confirmed from the architectural drawings obtained by Michelangelo, although he did not know what the priest or the French were doing, he already knew that the key to many things should be in this monastery. More importantly, he knew something that others did not know.

In about half a century, a huge catacomb will appear under the Cabota Monastery, where nearly a thousand mummies sleep, which is an exciting and shocking appearance both in the present and in the future.

There are many different opinions about the origin of these mummies, but there is one statement that may seem a bit absurd in later generations, but with Alexander's discovery in the literature in the library, it was that this tomb was first used to hide and study the deceased of the Black Death.

This can be confirmed by the emergence of a large number of tools for dissecting corpses and making mummies in the tomb. As for those who found these tools, they were only keen to use these tools to imitate mummies instead of continuing to conduct anatomical research. It can only be said that people at that time were more interested in mysticism than rationalism.

It was at that time that Saint Rosalia was staying in the Monastery of the Gaplastia, which also gave Alexander enough room for association. Perhaps the female saint was a pious, brave and loving person, but now it seems that she may not have no other unknown side.

In that horrible age of death, what San Rosalia did in the Ghatta Monastery made Alexander somewhat curious, but he knew that he should not care about these things now, but those who were preparing to do what the huge tomb under the Ghatta Monastery were doing.

Someone entered the monastery one after another. Osborne's face was originally excited but relaxed, and after hesitating, he finally decided to send someone to send a letter to Gong Xiang. He began to worry if the people in his hands were enough.

Alexander was also a little confused. He guessed that if the priests and the French really colluded to compete for the position of Bishop Palermo or even Archbishop of Sicily, they might bribe or simply threaten the bishops' association, but the number of people used should not be too many. But now it seems that nearly 40 people have entered the monastery, which has shaken Alexander's previous speculations.

The sky slowly darkened, and when the bell tower of the Assumption Cathedral rang again, a golden afterglow had dyed the entire street with magnificent colors.

Alexander held the dagger in his waist, but his hand was held down by Osborne next to him.

The tailor shook his head slightly and whispered in a low voice that only two could hear, "You can't go, you have more things to do."

Alexander shook his head. His attitude was very firm. All the signs before made him believe that he had not made a mistake and now he will find out the truth. If he cannot solve the mystery in person, he will always feel uneasy.

At the same time, strong curiosity also drove him to explore the secrets in the famous tomb full of mystery and gloomy later generations.

Osborne did not object anymore, but asked the two to follow Alexander.

"Be careful, it will probably be very messy tonight." The tailor muttered.

As night fell, fire lights appeared in the streets and alleys of Palermo. Gradually, the fire lights became more and more. Finally, they flashed like stars in the sky, reflecting different figures and faces that flickered.

It was countless people who lit the torches in their hands.
Chapter completed!