Isaac lowered his head and walked through alleys. From time to time, he would stop and look around, or suddenly turn into a shop, then say hello to the boss and go out directly from the back door of the shop, and get back into the crowd.

After walking like this for a while, until I finally confirmed that no one could follow me, the Jews found a very secluded intersection and walked along the smooth stone steps towards the depths of the alley.

This is a very dark alley. The originally low houses on both sides have become taller as the alley becomes deeper and deeper, and the narrow steps extend downward, as if they are to bring people into the abyss.

Isaac walked down the smooth steps. When he came to a small door that looked inconspicuous, he looked to both sides vigilantly before knocking on the door.

A ray of light shone out from the small window that opened on the door and shone on Isaac's face, making him close his eyes quickly.

"What are you doing here?" a dissatisfied voice in the door asked, "Didn't you tell you a long time ago, don't come to us if you're fine."

"Another thing, someone has come to inquire about Giovanni, that's..." Isaac said hurriedly, and finally silently said the surname "Borgia."

The person in the door seemed stunned, and then he couldn't help but whisper in anger: "Then why are you here to do? This will affect all of us!"

"I'm very careful. No one will stare at me. Let me in. I'm really scared. You have to help me!"

The person in the door snorted angrily, then slammed the small window, leaving only Isaac outside the door at a loss.

Suddenly, a crack opened in the door, and a low voice rang out in a hurry: "Don't stay outside stupidly, come in quickly."

Isaac quickly squeezed into the door sideways. As soon as his figure disappeared into the crack of the door, the wooden door immediately "slammed".

Isaac sat in the chair with sweat on his face. When a young guy handed him a wooden jar, he snatched it to drink water desperately.

Standing opposite him was a tall middle-aged man. His somewhat bald head was bare, an inconspicuous plaid top was placed on his body, and under the grinding short-legged pants were old boots on linen.

No one would believe that such a person who seems to be very ordinary would be one of the richest people in the city of Rome. Although they would never show off their wealth in front of others, these people are undoubtedly richer than most Romans.

"Tell me, what's going on." Unlike the person who asked Isaac in the door before, the middle-aged man did not seem too angry or nervous. He waited for Isaac to finish drinking the water before asking him, "Who came to you, and what they asked you."

Isaac, who calmed down a little after drinking the water, took a breath. He first recalled and told him about the incident in his shop.

The middle-aged man listened very carefully and asked repeatedly in some questions several times. Then he suddenly asked: "Did you say that the Earl Montina only asked you about Giovanni Borgia from the beginning?"

"Yes, he seems to be only interested in Bogia's death, but because of this he asked me what Giovanni was asking about."

"You said we should protect ourselves because you were intimidated, right?"

The middle-aged man reached out and raised Isaac's dejected head, and looked at his swollen and high blood stains without dryness.

"You coward, idiot!" The man who was guarding the door before rushed forward angrily, but was stopped by the middle-aged man. "He betrayed us all!"

"I didn't. I just told them what the deal was about Giovanni was asking for. I didn't say what the specific thing was," Isaac also angrily. "Don't forget that Giovanni is the pope's son. Now that he died, Alexander VI, how could it be easy to forget it? The Earl of Montina should be responsible for investigating this matter. I don't know how he would find out about me, but what do you want me to do? If I don't tell him something, he will kill me."

"He was right," the middle-aged man stopped his companion's reprimand, and he looked at Yisac. "I know that Count Montina, who is one of the most powerful people in Rome now, would not have any scruples if he wanted to investigate whom Giovanni's death."

"But that shouldn't be told," the gatekeeper muttered dissatisfied. "You can use other methods to deceive him. You must know that these Romans are actually stupid, and you can even bribe him with money. We have not always done this. We have never seen anyone who does not accept bribes."

"That person probably won't," said the middle-aged man, looking at Isaac, who was still dejected. "For that Gombre, there is probably nothing more important than finding out who killed Giovanni, after all, the Pope's reward is much more generous than a little bribe."

The gatekeeper looked at the middle-aged man in surprise: "Why, Limo, do you know that count?"

"I've heard of this man," the middle-aged man waved to Isaac. "Come on, let's meet the elders. This matter is very important and must be made known to them."

"I know I'm in trouble, but I really didn't say anything to him." Isaac kept defending himself all the way until he passed through the corridor and came to a large room half underground.

The room has a not-so-high circular dome, and burning torches are lit on the plug-ins hanging around the walls.

Several elderly Jews were sitting around a large counter to settle accounts. The counter was filled with messy books and bills. Several accountants stood in front of the small writing table next to them and quickly recorded the number of transactions reported by those people. When several people walked in, Isaac happened to hear an old man praising a guy far away in Venice, who earned everyone a few thousand more Ducats in the first half of the year.

"The Venetians are too greedy, and their chambers of commerce refuse to open the door to us, but they want to make our money," said the old Jewish people dissatisfied. "But our people did a good job this time, the Venetians make money from the whole world, and we make the Venetians."

The old man's words were praised by others around the counter. They stopped and nodded to express their agreement, and then lowered their heads to check the account books in their hands.

The middle-aged man who asked Limo to come to the old Jew and whispered to him. He listened to his words, the old man's face, which was originally full of relief, slowly sank.

He whispered to the other old man next to him. After a while, everyone in front of the counter looked at Isaac. As Limo waved his hand, the few friends next to him left one after another. Finally, with the sound of closing the door, everything in the room was isolated.

Isak looked at the people in front of him uneasy. Of course, he knew who they were, and what these people meant to his fate. If they eventually felt that he was guilty, then he would be declared exiled. By then, let alone Rome, almost no city would have his place.

"What does that Gombre want, is the murderer who killed Giovanni or wants to know our deal?"

Obviously the old man with the highest status thought carefully. He looked at Lemo who was standing next to him, and then looked at Isaac.

"Tell me, did you really not say anything else to him?"

"I can really take a swearing," Isaac explained nervously. "He has been asking about Giovanni Borgia, and it can be seen that he came for this."

"The death of Giovanni Borgia has nothing to do with us," said an old man slowly. "Maybe he did find something, but none of us did such stupid things."

"But if that Gongbray wants to find the murderer, he may find us," Wei's old man tapped his hard fingers on the counter. "We all know what he wants to investigate, so that it will have something to do with us."

The old people gathered together to discuss, their voices were very small and Isaac could not hear them, but judging from their low and solemn expressions, they obviously were not optimistic about the exhibition of this matter.

"We have to find a way to stop that Gombree," said the old man looking at Isaac, his eyes scaring the Jew. "We may not be able to use their conspiracy like those nobles, but our money can help us get out of the predicament."

As he said that, he turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man who was standing next to him and remained silent.

Limo nodded silently. He seemed to understand what the old man said. After a moment of pondering, he spoke: "But should we be prepared too, after all, that deal is too important for us. If the thing is revealed in our hands, it may cause big trouble."

His proposal was nodded by the old men, and then several people lowered their voices and started to talk in a low voice.

Isaac looked at Lemo with a look of help. He knew that this man could speak in front of these elders. Isaac wanted to ask this man to defend him for a few words, but when he looked silent, he swallowed the words back.

"The triple crown must be sent to a safe place," the old man finally finished talking. The elder of Wei said to the two people, "If the Gombrey continues to investigate, he may find the triple crown. After all, Giovanni is destroyed by those people because of this."

When he said this, the old man's cheeks trembled. It was difficult for his hands to count gold coins and settle accounts all year round to pick up weapons. Moreover, because of the rejection of Jews, he was inevitably frightened when he thought of murder.

"But where to go," said Lemo with some concern. "Either Venice or any other city is safe. If that Kamprai must be investigated, clues will still be found."

"Where to send it," the old man's eyes fell on the uneasy Isaac. "You, although you have not completely betrayed us, the things you said have already caused trouble to us all. According to the dogma, you should have been expelled." When the old man said that, he paused first, and then he continued to say to understanding this, Isaac, "But now there is a chance to atone for you to atone for your sins. You take the triple crown away and send it to a place where no one can see it."

Isaac looked at the old man in amazement. He thought he would be punished for expulsion, but unexpectedly he suddenly got such an important task.

"Are you willing to believe me?" Isaac asked uneasyly. "After all, I made such a big mistake."

"This is not a reward but a punishment," the old man corrected him. "You must leave Rome immediately. That Kombre may go to you again. By then you may not be able to say it, so you have to leave here. This is also an expulsion is a punishment for you. You can only come back after being forgiven. During this period, you must take good care of the triple crown."

Isaac nodded anxiously. He knew that he had to atone for his previous mistakes, and now he had to seize such an opportunity.

"As for that Kombree," the old man looked at Lemo next to him, "can't let him cause trouble for us, so he needs the help of his friends."

Limo nodded silently.

Isaac led him to a room at Lemore. When he saw two people carefully taking out a box from Migre, Isaac couldn't help but lick his lips slightly.

"You have to leave Rome immediately and leave at dawn," Limo handed the box and a heavy purse to Isaac. "Don't go back to your gold shop, it's enough for you to use on the road, don't cause trouble. When you arrive, someone will arrange for you to stay, and then you don't do anything, just wait for our news."

Isaac nodded. He knew that he had to follow this person's arrangement. Although he didn't know many things, he could only do it as the elders told him.

After arranging Isaac, Lemo returned to his original house.

Seeing him, the Great Elder prompted him to get closer.

"Do you think that Isaac can do this well?"

"He is a little timid, but this person is still very loyal and careful," Limo nodded. "I have already made people stare at the way he comes, and no one has followed him, or he has been dumped."

"That's good," the elder breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Lemo and said seriously. "We must be careful about that Gombree. Although he is looking for the murderer of Giovanni Pogia, I always feel that he will cause us a lot of trouble. Perhaps it is time to let those people help us solve this problem. Don't forget that we have paid them enough money. Now is the time to collect the interest."

"I went to Bishop Alfonso, maybe he could do something for us, and it was also related to him, and if he didn't want people to know that he would have to help us."

Listening to Limo's words, the elder finally nodded with satisfaction.

The sky was just dawn, and the fresh morning breeze blew away the last sultry heat of the night before. The slightly blue and white rising from the eastern sky drove away the dim twilight, marking the rolling horizon in the distance into two completely different colors up and down.

The streets are still quiet, many people are still sleeping, and no one goes out so early.

A small door gently made a crack, and it immediately closed as a person flashed out of it.

Isaac is wearing a very popular half-loop called Cogo, and a thin felt hat that is soft and tilted to the side on his head. This is the dress of a businessman who goes out at this time. Such a person will not attract much attention no matter where he appears. Even if he is seen on the street at such an early age, he will be regarded as a very diligent businessman.

This is just right for Isaac, who is eager to leave the city now.

Isaac hurriedly walked along the street. This Jewish district was large and complex. This was a good thing for those who lived here for a long time, because it would not be easy to be easily dealt with in these low and messy shops everywhere.

But now Isaac must leave here as soon as possible. For him, it is only true that he can get into the ordinary Romans and then leave the city as soon as possible.

The Jews carefully walked through the streets, and as they left the Jewish district, their hearts were slightly lowered, and at this time, there were gradually more people on the streets.

Isaac squeezed into the abortion. He passed by a group of servants who came out in the morning to buy fresh vegetables for his master that day. He hurriedly passed by a beggar who was nesting on the roadside. Seeing more and more people on the street in front of him, Isaac told himself not to be nervous and to be as calm as usual.

The outline of the city gate appeared in the distance. Isaac slowed down first to relax his slightly nervous mood, and then he walked into a shop not too far from the city gate and had a wheel hanging.

This is a station in the city of Rome that has a long history. From here, you can rent a carriage with other businessmen. If you pay enough, you can even hire a bodyguard.

Isaac was originally in a hurry to leave Rome, but when he thought that the road was not peaceful, he decided to spend money here to take the stagecoach.

Isaac was lucky and did not let him wait for long. A postcar leading to the port was filled with people. Listening to the peddlers in the car shop, asking if they needed a bodyguard. After Isaac hesitated slightly, he suggested to the people in the same car share the fees and hire a bodyguard.

Isaac was not unable to afford to hire a bodyguard alone, but he was smart enough to not do so. Except for the stingy businessmen who promised to be in the same car after asking for advice and bargaining, Isaac did not attract anyone's attention.

Relying on the wooden boards in the high carriage behind the carriage, Isaac was a little drowsy as he listened to the noisy voices outside.

The carriage had left Rome and walked along the main road towards the harbour.

Arrived on the boat and headed south along the Tyrenian Sea, and Isaac's destination was Sicily.

In Sicily, there are many Jews expelled from the Iberian Peninsula by Queen Isabella of Castile.

In addition to some of the Jews who went to Egypt and the Ottoman Empire further away from the Mediterranean, some of them gradually scattered on islands of all sizes in the Mediterranean.

The slightly salty sea breeze blowing from afar woke Isaac up. He used to touching the huge package next to him and touching the bulging things inside, Isaac felt relieved.

Isaac seemed to have a surprisingly good luck. He thought he would have to wait a few days before he could have a boat, but unexpectedly heard that he would sail to Valletta that day, and the boat would be docked in Messina, Sicily on the way.

After spending a reasonable price, Isaac boarded the merchant ship, which was said to be owned by a certain Countess of Naples.

Before the ship left the shore, Isaac was still nervous and uneasy until he saw the springboard drop and the cable unbuttoned. With a horn, the ship slowly left the shore.

Isaac, who was always standing by the boat gang, finally breathed a sigh of relief when he was standing on the shore. He knew that no one could find him except his own people.

The Jews whistled toward the gradually distant coast, and then turned around and prepared to return to the cabin below.
Chapter completed!