The Palermo Palace still looks majestic from a distance, but if you get closer, you will find that it is somewhat different from before.

The gate of the palace was new. The original gate had been knocked down by artillery on a bloody night. However, although two new gates were replaced, they seemed so out of place with the palace walls around them.

The palace has also tried its best to restore the original appearance. Some places have been simply painted, and some seriously damaged have been covered up and shelves have been put on, as if repairs are to be made.

Everything seems to have not changed much, but as long as you look carefully, you can still find that many things are different from the previous ones.

The sculptures in some place disappeared, a door was sealed with wooden strips, and a large number of brightly colored Sicilian roses planted in the flower bed turned into bare soil, and a house near the southwest corner of the palace was completely turned into ruins.

During this riot, the southwest corner of the palace suffered the greatest loss, and the independent small palace connected to the main palace was completely burned down. It was originally a Sarasen-style octagonal pavilion. Although it was not big, it was extremely cool because of its eight huge hollow carved windows that were built up with a roof. It was very popular among people as the summer palace.

But now there are only a few black pillars left in the house that were burned after being burned, which look ugly and ferocious from a distance.

Alexander stood in the corridor outside the door of the Royal Courtroom. It turned out that there was a long scarlet carpet in this corridor, and the person walked on it silently and softly. Now he could only step on the bare marble floor. When he saw someone coming, he nodded slightly and then continued to wait quietly.

"Why are those masters doing so slowly?" Next to him, a man with the same bare and shiny head said impatiently. He was wearing a half-knee cloak that looked luxurious. He was originally inserted into a dagger on his wide belt to show his cunt, but because of the overly cumbersome pattern wrinkles, he could only reveal half of the hilt. He was wearing tight trousers of the same color as the dark green top. The gems inlaid on a bow on his calf were shining as he walked, which was very eye-catching.

Mr. Sandruck Bochum has not only made a fortune, but will soon become the captain of the city defense army in Palermo. He is bound to be proud and full of energy.

"Be patient, it shouldn't be too long," Alexander looked at the mercenary who was half a head taller than himself. Bochum was tall for most people, but what he really attracted attention was the bald head who was not born in a single grass. "The rulings have to solve too many things."

Indeed, the price of hastily establishing aristocratic congression to prevent Alfonso's power from expanding is that almost no one knows what they should do.

From the initial disorganization or even chaos to the simple formulation of some regulations on the aristocratic congresses, it took a night to rule the first three congresses selected according to the regulations and began to rule against Sicily, to be precise, the temporary rule of the city of Palermo.

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This hodgepodge, which has both the shadow of the early republic system in the ancient Roman era and some traces of the late imperial style, made the Sicilian aristocratic congressional group a monster with bloated institutions and inefficiency from the beginning.

This obviously does not conform to the style of Mr. Sandruke Bochum. This hero of the Bloody Night likes to go straight and straight with a little cunning. For example, when he sees a unique female concave figure, the mercenary touches his beard that has been applied to fish oil before going out in the morning, and is ready to go up and chat with the lady.

"It's Mrs. Gong Xiang." Alexander whispered. Seeing Mrs. Gong Xiang slowly approaching with a maid she had never seen before, he couldn't help but recall another maid beside her that night. After the woman was plundered by a criminal in the chaos, there was no news. It was estimated that the lady had never asked about her whereabouts.

Mrs. Gong Xiang walked to Alexander and stopped, looking up and down at the young man in front of her as if curious, then said, "It seems that you are ready."

Alexander understood this insane statement from his wife.

Before coming, Osborne had revealed to him that although everything in Sicily is nominally decided by the congress, Mrs. Gong Xiang had a huge influence on the congress. Even Mr. Bochum's appointment and Alexander's personal future in Sicily were deeply influenced by this lady.

"Yes, madam, we are ready." Alexander bowed slightly. No matter what he thought, he needed to be respectful to the lady at this time, but he reminded himself again in his heart that this woman is not simple.

"Then please come in, heroes." Mrs. Gong Xiang personally opened the two closed doors, and then she stood at the door and raised her voice to announce to the inside, "Dear members of the Sicily nobles' congress, respect the Sicily ruler, please allow me to introduce you to the heroes of the Bloody Night!"

There was loud applause from the chamber. As he walked slowly into the chamber, Alexander saw nearly a hundred nobles sitting around the chamber, and three people sitting side by side in the middle.

"Before," I had come to this chamber, but at that time I was just a passerby and bystander, and I was only listening to the description of the historical events that had happened in this room.

But now, Alexander has become a participant in this huge room with a circular dome.

"Maybe my image will be engraved in the murals and rosters of this room one day, but I don't know if it's honor or my head is cut off." In the middle of this room that seemed to be full of serious atmosphere, Alexander suddenly murmured to himself, and then a smile that no one noticed was passing through the corner of his mouth.

Camuli is an old nobleman with gray hair and more wrinkles than dry oranges. If he had to say that the only reason why he could become one of the three rulers was probably the word "old".

Camuli is the oldest in the Sicilian aristocratic congress. It is a great thing to live to be 70 years old in this era. Camuli is about to celebrate his 80th birthday this year.

What's even more rare is that this old nobleman who participated in the Hundred Years of War between Britain and France when he was young and once participated in the Granada War against the Moors in his early years is still very strong now. Some people even say that he is likely to become the longest-lived person in Sicily history.

Seeing that Old Camuli, although he was trembling, still pressing the tip of the sword to Bochum's shoulders kneeling on the ground, Alexander felt a little sarcastic.

Bochum is undoubtedly one of the few winners in the Bloody Night. Not only did he gain a lot on this night, he also won many honors. It was funny to think about it. A soldier who took advantage of the situation to make a fortune was respected by countless people, and even eventually became the city defense officer of the city he once robbed. This made Alexander really doubt the way people think in this era.

However, if you think about it carefully, you will understand that for people of this era, looting and plundering spoils during turmoil is not only not a shameful act, but even the more you grab it, the more you prove the bravery of this person, and bravery is a respectable morality at any time.

"This is a sword protecting the city. Its two blades will remind you at any time that your duty is to protect God's honor and the safety of the Palermos." Although Camuli's old but his voice echoed in the chamber, everyone around him listened quietly. Perhaps there were no one among them who had been robbed by Bochum in the fire, but at this time everyone looked at the New City Defense Officer with anticipation.

Seeing Camus picking up the shield on the table next to him with some difficulty and starting to declare his oath again, Alexander looked to the side with boredom.

Mrs. Gong Xiang stood not far from the three rulers. Alexander noticed that she was the only woman in the room, and that she was standing at a strange location.

She was standing on the open space between the rulings and the MPs. Although the location was slightly behind, it was very conspicuous. At first glance, it even gave people the feeling that she was actually the regent of the group.

Seeing Alexander's attention, Mrs. Gong Xiang's eyes moved over, and the two of them met in the air, and then they smiled at each other with deep meaning.

As Camus finally draped a cloak that symbolized responsibility on Bochum, Sandruck Bochum officially became the captain of the Palermo City Defense Forces.

Then, everyone's eyes fell on Alexander.

Without sharp swords and shields, nor dazzling cloaks and gold belts, Camuli handed over to Alexander only a book and a lantern that looked old and simple.

Then he looked at everyone around him, and after receiving a response from nodding, Camuli said in a slightly hoarse and low voice: "I grant me the glory of God to Palermo and the power of the noble group established to protect the safety of the Kingdom of Sicily, I grant you the title of 'Pharus    custodes     vestibuli'."

A title?

Alexander looked dullly at the face in front of him, with orange peel and old-fashioned spots on his face.

Alfonso became the bishop.

Orleans caused trouble for Ferdinand II.

Although Mrs. Gong Xiang died, her husband took the opportunity to walk from the harem to the front.

Osborne was so lucky that he hugged Mrs. Gong Xiang's big white legs in disguise.

Even Bochung made a fortune and even gained a city defense captain.

But what did you get?

A broken book, an oil lamp, and a so-called title that is unknown for no reason.

Is this the reward of fighting to the death?

Wait, Alexander suddenly felt his heart moved.

Pharus   custodes    vestibuli?!

This weird name reminded Alexander of the origin of the allusion about the Kingdom of Sicily.

There are actually two so-called Kingdom of Sicily, one is in Sicily, and the other is on the peninsula with Naples as its capital across the sea.

Many years ago, the French and Aragonese divided Sicily into two different kingdoms, north and south, and divided the boundary between these two kingdoms of Sicily. It was a lighthouse standing between the Straits of Naples and the Sicily.

Therefore, the Sicily Kingdom of Sicily is also known as the Southern Kingdom that surpasses the lighthouse.

Pharus    custodes    vestibuli, which means guardian of the lighthouse.

Is such a title worth it? Alexander really felt that it was a bit unsatisfactory for a while.

"Guardian of the Lighthouse," Camuli raised his hand and refused the hot milk he brought to him. Even in May, when it was already hot, the long-lived old man was still accustomed to drinking a cup of hot milk with steamed cooked olive oil and several fried nut powders every day. "This title is very suitable for this young man, after all, he saved many people, especially those bishops."

In the room where Camuli's office to the right of the palace, the old ruler was talking with the guests about the appointment ceremony in the morning.

Mrs. Gong Xiang, sitting opposite Camuli, listened to the ruling words calmly, and then nodded slightly, as if asking Camuli to continue.

"That Bochum is a mercenary, and his performance proves that this man is suitable for being the captain of Palermo. We can all rest assured that he will not become another Sforza, and Sicily will not become another Milan, but that Gombre," Camuli knocked the mahogany table with his long thin fingers. "He can get honor but not power, after all, it's too risky."

"Because he is Alfonso's private treasurer?" Mrs. Gong Xiang asked curiously.

"Madam, of course, you know that it is not just because of this, "It seems that the Madam Gong Xiang pretends to be confused and a little unhappy, but the governor continues to say "Of course this is also the reason. We cannot let the hands in the church stretch too long, even Sicilians. In addition, he saved the bishops, which made him too close to the church, but this is not the most important thing," Camuli's already slightly cloudy eyes flashed with a keen light that was inconsistent with his age. "I can see that that Gombrey was young and energetic, with a strong ambition, or ambition was more appropriate. Such a person could not give him power unless he became our own people, and that would not be good for everyone."

"But didn't the title of Lighthouse Guardian give him a greater chance?"

Mrs. Gong Xiang asked a little puzzled.

"If you don't worry about him, you can give him a good reward to make him a rich man, rather than having more opportunities to get close to the powerful people in Sicily."

"There is no need to worry about this. The title is just a false name," Camuli smiled. "In addition, since he is a guardian, he has the responsibility to protect his lighthouse."

Mrs. Gong Xiang thought for a moment and then showed her face. She already understood the meaning of the ruling words.
Chapter completed!