Although he guessed that with the accurate "prophecy" of the importance a war would receive, Alexander soon discovered that he still ignored the degree of importance people paid to him.

Apart from the fact that people like Kotschach and Gonzalo would seriously guess the reason why he could get the news in advance with reason and judgment, people seemed to be more willing to believe that he could know that it was derived from some mysterious force that was hard to say.

In many people's statements, Alexander seemed to be favored by a mysterious Bohemian woman. While showing him his young and beautiful body, he also showed him some mysterious prophetic power.

In people's legend, this woman not only revealed many secrets about the past and future to Alexander, but also gave him a way to obtain endless wealth.

Such legends soon made Alexander not only become a topic of discussion for people in the Roman city in a new way, but also made Sophia once again enter the Romans' sight.

This made them think of the bold things that the Bohemian girl had done in Rome before, and even the incident of Alexander killing Julia Farne in anger for Sophia was stirred up.

The Romans immediately became excited. This story with typical mysticism and love, but involving many elements such as wealth and hatred, made them instantly become very interested, and even the murder of Giovanni was neglected for a while.

Alexander was somewhat caught off guard by the sudden appearance of becoming famous in this way, but what he didn't expect was Orgala's invitation to him.

Alexander hasn't met Orgala for a while since he declined the wife's invitation last time in Ashulk's house.

Orgala had no choice for a moment when he was almost too vigilant to Alexander's defense. She remembered Grogenin's advice deeply. While always paying attention to this young man, she did not easily disturb his life, and did not do anything that made him disgusted and more cautious.

But this time she had to take the initiative to invite, because the invitation was Ashulk.

The Ottomans had obviously received news about the war between Poland and Moldova, and he even knew earlier than the Romans, but because of this he knew better than others what this matter meant to everyone.

At the same time, he became more interested in Alexander.

This time, Alexander did not reject Eshulk's invitation.

Whether for his own purposes, because of the mysterious relationship between Peloto Caderon and Maria de Luna, or the curiosity about what role Ashulk played in this incident, he decided to visit the Ottoman envoy again.

Alexander visited the Grand Palace of Ashulk the next day.

Ashulk's home is always very lively, and Alexander even met several regular guests here whom he often saw in the homes of Kotschach or other great nobles and cardinals.

Seeing Alexander being led by Orgala into the Ottoman-style tea room, Ashulk stood up from the floor covered with naan straw mats, he walked over and greeted Alexander kindly, not at all unhappy about the indifference that Alexander had shown before.

"I think we must have had some misunderstandings before. If so, I have to reflect on whether I have not fulfilled the responsibilities that a master should do."

The Ottomans' words that did not realize as outsiders made Alexander feel the deep arrogance and ambition in it.

He knew that the military nobles in the upper class of the Ottoman Empire were indeed filled with a nearly unreasonable confidence.

In the nearly half century after seizing Constantinople, this confidence became stronger and stronger with the attack on the Balkan countries by the Sultan of Bayesset, and eventually this confidence would reach its peak in the Suleiman era many years later.

However, Alexander also knew that, as he had guessed, not to mention an ordinary Ottoman, even the confidant of the Sultan in front of him would probably think that he would soon receive orders to attack Italy, even Bayesette himself, and that in his lifetime, he might also believe that a war against Vienna or the Vatican might be launched.

"You have always been a very competent master. I had to be a little presumptuous because of other things."

While smiling and responding to the politeness of the Sultan envoy, Alexander repeatedly understood the purpose of the man inviting him. What was certain to spy on what he wanted to spy on. Is there any other reason?

Ashulk smiled and listened to Alexander's perfunctory response, then he lowered his voice and said, "Since you are not dissatisfied with me, then if I hope you can tell me something, can you get the answer from you?"

Alexander smiled unanimously, and he guessed what Ashulk was going to know from him.

At first he thought it should be related to the sensational "prophecy" that was spreading in Rome, but then he felt that as Ashulk, even if he had a great interest in this matter, he would not be so impatient to know the answer.

After all, for a person who believes in the Last Prophet, prophecy is easy to cause controversy.

Sure enough, after inviting Alexander to sit down, Ashulk looked at Alexander for a while, and suddenly asked: "Earl, I want to know about the woman who is said to have revealed to you the war is about to happen. In return, I can pay you any reward for any value you have raised."

Alexander was a little surprised. He didn't expect Ashulk to invite him so seriously, and he actually wanted to know about Sophia from him!

All kinds of thoughts flashed through Alexander's mind. He could not guess what the Ottoman wanted to know Sophia's purpose, but because of this, he had to answer more carefully.

"I don't think I can agree to your conditions," Alexander stopped him from handing him a shisha maid respectfully. "This is my personal matter. Although I don't know why you are asking about this, I can't agree to you."

Ashulk looked at Alexander silently, his thick and slightly curled beard was moving gently under his lips, as if he was talking to himself. Then after a while, he moved his body and sat a little closer to Alexander, and lowered his voice: "Goew, I have heard of some legends about that woman and you, so I can understand your thoughts of trying to protect her, but because of this, I have to remind you that if you really think about her, it is best to tell me what is about her, because only in this way can I help you, otherwise it will only make things worse for you and her."

Alexander's heart was shocked and almost tried his best. He did not show a strange look because of horror. Only he knew that the hand that was originally placed next to him had already tightly clenched the corner of the straw mat.

"I don't know what you mean by terrible words, maybe you can understand more."

Alexander said calmly, his eyes looked at the Ottomans without compromise, and at the same time he quickly wondered what the reason was that made Ashulk so eager to know about Sophia.

Alexander didn't know that Ashulk was actually very annoyed at this time. Although he guessed in advance that he would not get what he wanted to know so easily, when he was really facing Alexander, the noble Vizier who had not been treated like this for many years was still very angry.

But thinking about the rumors circulating in Moldova and other places, Ashulk had to be patient.

"I know that woman, or a girl, is a Roma," said the messenger patiently. "And as far as I know, such a woman cannot get a higher status in Rome even if she is beautiful. I even heard that it is because of your reasons that the girl had to leave Rome. Is that true?"

Listening to Ashulk's words, Alexander's face darkened.

Regarding Sophia's forced departure, he never denied that it was precisely because of him that he did not even avoid the thought that he also thought it was the best.

But now Ashulk's words made Alexander angry.

No matter what the Ottoman wanted to know all this for the reason, Alexander had a feeling that this person was obviously going to be bad for Sophia.

Alexander narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking about whether he could hijack the Ottoman noble before the escort arrived, and then force him to tell why he was so interested in Sophia.

Perhaps because he noticed that Alexander's strangeness was a little obvious, Ashulk leaned back slightly, while his eyes were still staring at the change of expression on Alexander's face.

"I received some news from Greece," Ashulk said slowly and with a little calming temptation. "On these days, there was a ridiculous legend circulating in the countryside and mountainous areas. Although truly smart people would not think that legend was true, many stupid farmers and barbarians in the mountainous areas were more willing to believe that nonsense..."

Alexander remained silent, and he looked at Ashulk and waited for him to continue talking.

But Ashulk stopped as if he was intentional. His eyes flashed across Alexander's face and looked at Orgala, who was chatting with his maid not far from the tea room.

"Earl, I heard you are looking for clues about the murderer of the Duke of Gandino, are you?"

Ashulk's sudden change of topic made Alexander somewhat uncomfortable, but he still nodded silently to respond.

When you can't figure out what the other party is going to have for a while, silence is always the best defensive weapon.

Ashulk seemed a little annoyed by Alexander's seemingly negative but impeccable reaction. He grabbed the hookah with a tortoiseshell lid next to him and took a hard breath, then seemed to be in a steadily state:

"I think I can give you a little news about this murder, but I hope you keep a secret for me, at least not let some people in the Vatican know that the news was provided to you."

Alexander remained silent, he knew what Ashulk meant.

The Ottomans wanted to use clues of murdering Giovanni to exchange for news about Sophia from him.

What kind of rumors made this person willing to use that clue to inquire about Sophia?

Alexander, who seemed to be still indifferent, was already anxious and even nervous.

It is not a good thing to be taken so seriously by the Sudan.

Thinking about the cruelty and ruthlessness of the Ottomans, Alexander's seemingly casual hand was about to crush the corners of the mat beneath him.

"It's fair to exchange with what we know, isn't it?" Ashulk finally put forward the condition. "I just want to know the news about that girl, and she has left you now, so what does she have to do with you? Since that's why can't I tell me, and what I can give you is better, at least to get you in front of your bishop."

Alexander nodded slowly. He was not tempted by the Ottomans, but wanted to know what the legend he was talking about was circulating in Greece and the Balkans.

What kind of legend actually makes the Sultan vaguely uneasy?

Alexander didn't think that Ashulk was so persistent in wanting to know Sophia from him, but it was just out of his personal curiosity.

The only reason why Vizier, who is around a Sultan, is that he alarmed the Sultan himself.

"Then I want to ask first, how much do you know about that girl?" Ashulk asked seriously.

How much do you know?

Alexander's heart trembled inexplicably. He knew how much he knew about Sophia. He knew her past, and her short life that was not complicated but quite tortuous before. He understood her passionate and optimistic love for life, and even more so that she sometimes even had a bit of stubbornness and possessiveness.

"She came from Sicily with me, and I knew she was a girl from the Bohemian tribe." Alexander said slowly, knowing that Ashulk could not tell him all, but he had to know more about what the Ottomans wanted to know.

"Sicily," Ashulk's face was calm, nothing particularly strange, but Alexander didn't know that his hand, which was originally holding a hookah, was clenched secretly. "So what else do you know besides these, what about her parents and relatives?"

"According to the law of fair trade, I think I should ask," Alexander said calmly.

The Ottoman frowned slightly and then chuckled and made a "please" gesture.

"Can you tell me about the clues about the murder of Duke Gandino?"

Alexander witfully did not ask questions like "who is the murderer".

The name of a trivial perpetrator is sometimes meaningless to a murder that involves a wide range of murders. Often, such a murderer is destined to be a victim from the beginning and will not get anything valuable from such a murderer.

The topic of whom is involved is too broad, and because of all kinds of inextricable connections, it is impossible to expect to just say something unrelated to the name of someone.

Alexander did not think that Ashulk would make up a name to deceive him from him. After all, this not only damages his reputation, but will involve himself in Giovanni's murder for no reason once it is spread.

But obviously the Ottoman did not intend to say everything he wanted to know.

Ashulk could only shrug helplessly at Alexander's little cunning. He pondered for a moment, then looked at Alexander as if he had made up his mind.

"Let us all be honest and say everything we know, which will benefit us."

After saying that, without waiting for Alexander to answer, Ashulk had continued: "In fact, this incident involves some Jews. What I can tell you is that someone seems to be doing something secretly, and the Duke of Gandino seems to have discovered some clues. This incident involves a certain transaction between some senior officials in the Vatican Church and the Jews. I think this is why the Duke was found killed in that kind of place, and I heard from those Jews."

After saying that, Ashulk smoked the hookah hard, and then without waiting for Alexander to think about it, he continued, "I have told you enough, now tell me about the girl, and then I will tell the name of the Jew."

Alexander seemed to listen calmly, but his heart was already rumbling. He didn't know why Giovanni's death was related to the Jews again. However, thinking that Giovanni did die not far from the Jewish gathering area, this made him believe that Ashulk's words were very reasonable.

The key is that Ashulk can also provide a name.

"What do you want to know?" said Alexander. "Sophia is a Bohemian. I know her father. Although their father and daughter have been dispersed for a long time, I believe they should have nothing worthy of your attention."

"Is her father named Nashan, a Bohemian?" Ashulk stared at Alexander with his eyes fixed on him. "So before you knew her, you said you knew her in Sicily, so tell me do you know how she came to Sicily?"

"Of course it's with the tribe she lives in."

"So where does her tribe come from, or is it all she told you?"

"Sophia, can't speak," Alexander replied coldly. Although he had never cared about Sophia's physical shortcomings, he could not tolerate the hypocrisy of others' seemingly sympathetic when they heard this, but could not hide their compassion at the top. "But she never concealed anything from me."

"Have you hidden anything?" Ashulk looked at Alexander with a slightly deep look, and then said casually. "I said before that there is a very funny legend. I think you will know it soon, so let me tell you better, because maybe in this way you can remember something you have overlooked before."

Ashulk said that, he glanced at Orgala at the door again: "For a long time, in some places in Greece, the legend of Constantine XI of the Roman Empire left a girl in Greece when invading Athens. After the great Sultan of Mohammed conquered Constantinople, the rumors that Constantine XI had a daughter escaped from the war were even more believed by many people. According to this rumor, the princess fled to Crete under the protection of her faithful entourage, and then lived there for a long time. Then her descendants seemed to continue to flee to the west. The last news about them was that they appeared in Sicily."

Speaking of this, Ashulk's eyes returned to Alexander's face.

"Now, do you know why I asked you about this news about her?"
Chapter completed!