Eastern Romans from Crete.

This was originally a very common thing in this era.

Earlier, with the fall of Constantinople, a large number of refugees from Eastern Romans fled to Europe. Although the momentum of this wave gradually became much smaller, with the Ottoman Empire's extermination of the original remnants of Eastern Roman forces in the Mediterranean, in this nearly half a century, the increasingly uneasy environment still drove a group of descendants of Eastern Romans to flee to the European Great Six.

This is very common.

But it would be abnormal if such a thing was associated with someone who did not originally belong to this world.

Due to the years of war, even some fugitives themselves did not know where their ancestors were originally home, but this did not include Alexander. No one knew his origin better than him. He knew that he did not belong to this era!

This is Alexander's secret and the foundation for his survival in this era.

So what secret cannot be told to people, that is, where did he come from before entering the Monastery of Saint-Sabalon?

He told Ruosha this secret because he needed Ruosha's help, and the other person who knew his secret was Sophia.

In fact, Alexander did not tell Sophia completely these things. He just often described the scenery of the East to Sophia, the sunshine from Greece, the warm sea breeze of Crete, and the rich exotic style of secular and religious atmospheres condensed into each other in later Istanbul.

That period was when Alexander was anxious when he first came to this era. Although he could not tell his truth, he could force himself not to forget his origin by telling Sophia those plausible stories.

Because he was afraid that as time went by, he would gradually forget who he was, and he was afraid that there would be a past that really belonged to him at some time in this world.

These stories were only told to Sophia, and even Ruosha did not tell them.

So how could such a plausible legend be circulated now?

Alexander had a look of surprise and horror on his face, and he didn't even need to hide it deliberately, because the news was too incredible. Even the statement that Constantine XI's descendants were in exile in Sicily was enough to make him show this expression.

"Is it surprising?" Ashulk looked at Alexander with a slight pride, as if satisfied with his reaction. "Who can imagine that a small Roma woman around him may actually be a descendant of the Roman Emperor," said the Ottomans leaned slightly towards their front and said in a smaller voice, "It may even be the legal successor of the Roman Empire."

The Ottoman's words made Alexander's heart pound. He already understood why Ashulk would pay so much attention to Sophia.

The right of inheritance is very important in this era, and it is also a sign of whether a person or even an empire can be recognized.

On the day when he conquered Constantinople, Mohammed II declared himself the legal successor of the Roman Empire. Although he walked into the great capital with the bodies of the Eastern Romans everywhere and blood almost flooded his ankles, this did not affect his declaration at all.

After a niece of Constantine XI arrived in Europe because she escaped from war, she became the wife of a Russian grand duke. From then on, the Russian Tsar openly used the Roman double-headed eagle as their badge, and then regarded herself as the Third Rome and was unworthy of her shame.

According to Ashulk, what impact would it have if the news of a daughter who had been missing in Constantine XI spread?

According to Alexander's vague memory, Constantine XI did expedition to Greece and conquered the Duchy of Athens at that time. Although it was defeated by the Ottomans' support for the Athenians in a short time, if it was true as the legendary, Constantine XI left a daughter there during the period of occupation of Athens, what kind of huge impact would this have on the entire Balkans?

A descendant of an emperor who fled from Crete to Europe and a Roman royal bloodline that has been passed down in Greece, these two legends that were originally unrelated were confused and combined for some inexplicable reasons.

No one cares about the conflict between these two legends, but more of the legend that has become somewhat blurred together seems to have attracted the attention of some people.

But what surprised Alexander was that even though he told Sophia about Crete, didn't Sophia follow Nashan to Prague?

How could you hear the legend about her among the remote mountains of the Balkans?

Alexander wanted to ask Ashulk what had been born in the mountains of the Balkans, but the Ottomans' mouths were obviously not so easy to pry open.

Although he couldn't wait to know about Sophia's whereabouts, the news brought by Ashulk made a vague thought flash in his heart.

The thought was really hard to grasp at the beginning, but a vague inspiration of lightning made him clear something in the next moment.

His origin has always been a fatal weakness for Alexander. He has thought more than once about what terrible consequences will be if his identity is revealed. At least Count Modillo cannot let him go, and then everything he has will turn into a bubble.

His only way out is to hide his identity, and then he will escape endlessly.

Maybe he is lucky and can run to Xinda 6, but if he is not lucky, he may be chopped off his head.

Because of this, he chose to tell Ruosha his secret that he needed Ruosha's help and that he needed someone who could resolve this danger for him.

And now, another opportunity has come!

The mysterious Bohemian who lives in Wuding is a girl from a wandering tribe that no one can tell where she comes from, and the mysterious descendants who are mixed with two different places, but seem to be able to find the basis for both places.

Alexander felt that God really seemed to be helping him!

The origin of two people who are confused, the identity of each other, and even the gender that has been confused.

What could provide him with a safe disguise than this confusion? In this era of legends and rumors everywhere, perhaps in some time, even Alexander himself might not be able to tell which of these legends belong to him and which belong to Sophia.

Of course, Alexander knew that besides being extremely beautiful, Sophia was just a gypsy girl who was too ordinary. She would neither be a descendant of Constantine XI, nor any other strange identities besides the Gypsies.

But this did not affect her being intentionally or unintentionally put on a veil of mystery.

Just like that French Joan of Arc, an ordinary peasant girl from the countryside, did she really have incredible charm and courage as legendary that almost half of the French stood beside her and was willing to obey her drive?

Alexander, who figured it out, slowly picked up the cup that had already cooled down on the table. Looking at the thick black coffee inside, Alexander smiled in surprise: "I know her father, a very interesting person, a Bohemian warrior and a terrible warrior."

"I know this man," Ashulk nodded. "I was told that this man has a daunting sword technique, and even our bravest warriors dare not duel alone."

Alexander nodded silently. He could have confirmed that it should be the father and daughter. However, although he was still wondering why they had gone to a place like Moldova, it was not the time to say this.

Since I have decided to confuse myself and Sophia's identities, I must seize this rare opportunity.

"As for Sophia's mother," Alexander said, deliberately pausing. He noticed from the raised coffee cup blocking the corner that Ashulk's hand holding the hookah seemed to tighten slightly at this moment. "I have never seen her before. She passed away very early. I heard that she is a very beautiful woman, a woman that will be unforgettable to Nashan for life, and that only those noble ladies can find comfort and memories," Alexander was stunned, and then continued to say "Woman..."

"Only in the ladies can we find comfort and memories?" Ashulk looked at Orgala at the door, and then nodded with some insight. "Yes, what does a woman who makes him look down on ordinary women again?"

Looking at the Ottomans' empathy, Alexander wanted to say, "You really thought too much this time."

But for the first time, Alexander admired Nashan's taste for the noble lady who liked a wife.

"Now, can you tell me the name of that person?"

Alexander felt that he had said enough and he needed to get rewarded now.

"Isaac," Ashulk said a name, "he opened a gold shop in that Jewish district, a small shop owner, but this man knew many rich people among the Jews, and I think you know who I was talking about."

Alexander nodded silently.

The Jews have never been tolerated by the entire world of Christ, and it seems that they are rejecting them everywhere.

But this is probably because of jealousy, as a great play called "The Merchant of Venice" said in a not-commercial yet, "The Jews can always find gold coins from stones and flames, and we get scars of pain and burns."

Alexander could imagine what a rich Jew looked like.

Those should be people who usually wear inconspicuous clothes, live in low and ordinary houses, and seem to be smiling at anyone, looking completely harmless.

But once these people return to their safe home, they will become another way.

They would take out the full clay pots and purses from the hidden closet late at night, look at the golden treasures, and at the same time they would think about which unlucky guy to find as prey to take, take the last copper plate from him in one fell swoop, and even strip him up.

Alexander knew that he seemed to take it for granted, but this was also a true portrayal of the Jews in this era. After all, except for a few places like Venice that could barely survive, the Jews were almost unpopular throughout Europe.

"Those people seemed to have made a deal with some big man in the Vatican, and I knew exactly one of those Jews."

Ashulk gurgled and stood up slowly from the mat.

"You helped me, and I helped you," said the Ottoman with a smile. "Now you have the clues you need, what will you do next?"

"Find out the murderer."

Alexander's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light.

In the Delakara Square, a group of wild birds screamed sharply, looking for food on the stone floor.

Since Giovanni was murdered here, Piazza de la Cara has become much deserted.

Children are forbidden to play here, while adults try to avoid this place that makes them frightened.

This place gradually became a place for wild birds to live in. Looking at the falling weeds and bird droppings on the ground, Alexander seemed to see the microcosm of the entire Rome's decline from prosperity to decline.

The wild birds flew away because of the frightened people. Alexander slowly walked up to the square and came to the place where Giovanni's blood stains were left.

At this time, no trace was seen. Apart from the dust and black stains on the ground, no one knew that a noble duke had died here.

Paul Busacco looked around vigilantly. Although the two murders in the same place may be too small, thinking about the fate of the Duke of Gandino, Paul Busacco must be extremely cautious.

Alexander looked at the Jewish residential area not far away, where the large houses lined up in rows looked dark.

Isaac, this is a very ordinary Jewish name. If Ashulk had not told him the name of the gold shop that this man opened, even if he knew that there was such a person, it would not be so easy to find in that Jewish district.

Uriu's figure appeared at the intersection on the other side of the square. Seeing Alexander, Moor ran over cleverly.

"Sir, that Isaac is on a street not far from this. The gold shop he opened is called "Iron Chisel". It is a small shop. This man is not very famous and a famous miser. However, he is very smart. Although many people don't like him, they have never heard of anyone he offended. He is considered a businessman."

Listening to Uriu's report, Alexander gradually formed a cautious but stingy image in his mind.

Looking at the large low house in front, Alexander suddenly felt that this kind of place seemed to be born suitable for such a person to survive.

"Is that person in the store now?"

"Sir, he never leaves his shop, sits behind the counter and stares at everyone passing by like an owl."

Alexander nodded, and as Ashulk told him, the Jew named Isaac seemed to be a broker who matched a Vatican big man, and this man had a close relationship with the Jewish rich.

"Take me to meet this man." Alexander waved to Paul Busacco and signaled him to follow.

"Sir, will you startle that Isaac when you see him like this?" Uriu asked in confusion.

Alexander laughed, and glanced at the distance inadvertently, then he lowered his voice and said to Uriu: "Didn't you tell me before that those who followed Peloto Caderon were killed by the men under Ashulk?"

"Yes, sir," Uriu was stunned for a moment and then understood something. "Sir, do you mean that Ashulk will send someone to follow us?"

"Although I don't know what he did in this matter, he obviously hoped that I would go to the Jew, and since that's how I can't let him down."

After Alexander said that, he gently pushed Uriu and asked him to lead the way.

The store of the Jewish Isaac is on a street not too far from Delakara Square. The name of the store is engraved with the "iron chisel". The already slightly old wooden sign squeaks around the door with the evening breeze.
To be continued...