Alexander visited Camus' office located in the south wing of the palace, but it was many years later.

Moreover, I remember that this room is different from what he saw now. At least on the wall, which was completely made of smoothed rough stone, there was not a painting of the "Accounting for Peter's Cathedral" that was very praised in later generations, but a few pairs of armor that looked a little old.

From the repaired traces on the armor, it can be seen that these armors have truly experienced the test of life and death with their masters on the battlefield, rather than just being used as decorations and showing off.

Camuli was dressed in black and sat in a chair with a high backrest. Although he was still healthy, his face looked dry and thin because of his age. It looked a bit uncomfortable from a distance.

Seeing Alexander walking into the room, the governor bowed slightly, saying hello, and then he waved to a rather rare light blond man standing behind him, and the man pushed his seat toward the table, which turned out to be a wheelchair with four inconspicuous small wheels underneath.

"As old people, their bodies are always inconvenient," Camuli smiled self-deprecatingly, but his expression was leisurely, and he didn't seem to have too many feelings because of his age. "We people have lived for too long and have seen too many things, especially me. Sometimes I think that if you die suddenly when you sit like this, it is probably God's greatest favor to me."

Alexander listened quietly. He knew that the ruler Camuli did not need his response. No matter whether the old man said this was inspired or whether he wanted to take advantage of the topic, he would listen carefully.

Because as Camus himself said, he has indeed lived for too long. Even at the age of 80, he is considered a long life even in later generations, let alone in this era.

What's more, many older people may not be able to experience so many things like Camus.

"I'm going to be 80 soon," Camuli's eyes seemed to be in a certain confusion, but when the man behind him handed over a box of fumigation that seemed to smell a little pungent, he reached out to block it. "Thank you, Fei Tuo, there's no need now."

As he said that he seemed to remember, he pointed backwards and said to Alexander, "This is Feituo, my secretary."

The blonde man stepped forward and bowed slightly, then stepped back without saying anything from beginning to end.

"Is it boring to hear an old man's nagging?" Camuli laughed, but because his teeth had fallen out, his mouth was like a purse, just shaking for a few times, and the laughter seemed a little vague. "Please sit down, we have a lot to say."

At this point, Alexander nodded and sat down opposite Camuli, and then he saw an open letter placed in the middle of the table.

He immediately realized that maybe Camus came to him for the sake of this letter.

"I heard that Captain Bochum has found the Lord of Bloody Night, right?" Camuli looked at Alexander, his eyes cloudy and seemed to fall asleep due to fatigue at any time, but his eyes were firm, which made Alexander feel the oppression and exploration. "But I have also received opposition from some nobles here. They artificially thought that although Cerrien must be punished, his family should not be hurt. This is a very unfair thing."

Alexander nodded slightly. Of course he heard oppositions about dissatisfaction with the family detained by Cerryan, including both nobles and trade union merchants. Alexander understood that in those people, Bochum's actions were not only against Cerryan, but they were more worried that this behavior would become throughout Palermo.

"Mr., Captain Bochum is responsible for the safety of all Palermos," said Alexander. He did not hide his support for Bochum in this matter, and he could vaguely feel that those who opposed it may not just express dissatisfaction with Bochum. "Also please make sure to explain to everyone that Crien was a very dangerous person. If someone saw his cruelty and ferociousness when he killed someone, he would not think that this was just a conspirator who was planning in secret."

Speaking of Alexander's slight salute, he remembered Kunto. Although the brothers had different styles, it was obvious that they were indeed dangerous figures. This danger came entirely from themselves. This made Alexander think of the shocking sounds that Alfonso had just made, but if he savored it carefully, he would find some of the rather suspicious remarks.

"In addition, this Crien should have a deep relationship with the French. Considering the misfortune of the former bishop, proper use of certain means should be allowed."

Speaking of this, Alexander stopped and felt a little uncomfortable. Thinking about the scene when he and Sophia were locked in the dungeon before, he knew that the things he did today were actually similar to those of Perron's behavior at the beginning. The only difference was that he would not insult Crien's family, but what's the difference? They were all just using innocent people.

But he knew that he could only do this. Neither Crien nor Alfonso had become his enemies, but because of some reasons that only he knew, his taboos towards those two people were even deeper than that of Madam Gong Xiang.

After all, the relationship between them and Modilo has always made Alexander uneasy.

"I said, I have lived for too long," Camuli sighed. "Many things have changed, different from ours before, the French..." Camuli shook his head, stretched out his shriveled hand and tapped slightly on the hard table. "I have seen their courage and self-sacrifice in the most dangerous times, and also their most despicable actions. These are all done by the French. At that time, I fought with them against the British, so I knew them very well. Now they are our enemies, so we have to face these methods."

Alexander felt aroused his heart, and looked at the old spots on Camuli's face. He suddenly remembered that with the age of the old man in front of him, he should have experienced that protracted hundred-year war, at least the end of that war.

As if seeing through Alexander's thoughts, Camuli pointed slightly in the direction of the wall beside him: "There are those armors I have worn there, one of which was blessed by the Archbishop of Paris. It was in 1437, but there were hundreds of people who were blessed with me at that time." As he said that, Camuli smiled like a self-deprecating smile.

Alexander knew why Camuli smiled like this.

In 1437, it was the day when the French finally recovered the capital Paris after a hundred years of hard work.

At that time, in order to commend the warriors who contributed to the recovery of the capital, a grand blessing mass was held. During that mass, the Archbishop of Paris blessed hundreds of brave knights.

Camuli, an old Sicilian man who had participated and witnessed the end of the Hundred Years War, as he himself said, had seen the French's means of dealing with the British.

"Tell the captain that I personally support him in his actions of doing his best for the safety of Palermo." Camuli spoke very slowly, but still clearly, and at the same time his eyes were gathering, and it was obvious that what he was saying at this time "The French may be causing trouble in Sicily. No matter how the king views this matter in the end, as Sicilians, it is the duty of every nobleman to protect Sicily."

Alexander still nodded. He noticed the little emotion that seemed to be vaguely exposed to Ferdinand II, the king of Sicily, in Camuli's words, but this is not surprising. After all, for Ferdinand II, Aragon was his real country. Although Sicily is important, it always means "to add a head".

This thought of being regarded as a "second-class product" made the Sicilians always feel resentful. At least from the voices opposing the detention of Celion, it can be seen that for those people, although Celion was guilty, there was no need to break the peace of the Sicilians because of the hostility between the king and the French.

"I will convey your opinion to Captain Bochum." Alexander looked at Camuli after he said that it would be this matter for Camuli to call him. The letter clearly placed on the table kept reminding him that the matter about Cerry's family was just the beginning, and the real important thing should have not been mentioned yet.

Sure enough, Camuli reached out and picked up the letter, opened it, and then pushed to Alexander: "There is another thing that seems to be a good thing now, but it seems to be a bit troublesome."

Alexander took the letter, and when he saw the signature on the opened envelope, his heart suddenly jumped!

Modilo, it's Modilo!

He could feel his heart beating constantly, and even his hands connected to Xin trembled slightly without being controlled. At this moment, calm, calm, or calm, it was really difficult to do.

He could only make himself do his best not to lose his composure because of anxiety, and then, by deliberately slowing down the time of opening the letter, he slowly calmed down his beating heart.

This is a letter from Naples. The writer writes the letter in a gorgeous and rigorous manner, but you can still feel the power of reserved and confident from the lines. Even when narrating the hardships you have experienced, you can still see the disdain of the letter writer for those setbacks.

The letter was written to Gomez, and the person who wrote the letter was Count Modillo of Naples.

The content of the letter is very simple. After experiencing the invasion and brief escape by the French King Charles VIII, the royal family of Naples had recovered the territory with the support of the Holy Roman Empire, Aragon and the Pope. However, although the escape was not long, Naples was still greatly damaged. Even on the dividing line between the two Sicily kingdoms, the peace that had been maintained was broken by the chaos during this short period.

"Because of the destruction and rudeness of the French, you can imagine that the neighbors who were originally in love with each other also had dirty things. This is the most heartbreaking thing. "The regretful statement in the letter made Alexander feel that this seemed to be a difficult slippery head. So while the king will return to orthodoxy and establish its original majesty, he hopes to re-establish the destroyed order with the brotherly kingdoms on the other side of the lighthouse. This is the wish of our king and my personal hope. After all, we have received noble support from Aragon, which gives us confidence to continue to maintain the great friendship as a brotherly kingdom of the same origin."

Alexander looked at the letter in his hand. At this time, his originally uneasy mood had stabilized. It was obvious that the letter was not directed at him, but a diplomatic rhetoric with cautious and high-profile words.

"Earl Duca Modilo," Camuli pointed at the envelope "is the Prime Minister of the North."

"Just like Lord Gomez?" Alexander asked softly, knowing that Camuli's so-called north refers to Naples, but because Naples also had the name of the Kingdom of Sicily, Camuli called it that.

Camuli nodded silently, then slowly stood up and looked at Alexander who was standing up: "Modilo is the prime minister and the earl of Naples, and he is also the strongest uniter of the kingdom."

"The kingdom unite?"

After hesitating for a moment, Alexander understood what Camuli's words meant.

Since being divided into two Sicily, people have been pursuing the reunification of the two Sicily kingdoms for many years. Although Alexander, as a latecomer, knew very well that this wish had never been realized in history, it did not mean that for those who had such ideals in this era, this kind of thing would be impossible.

Suddenly, Alexander felt as if he had grasped something that had always puzzled him before. He thought about the wonderful life experience of the fat man Modillo in the monastery, and then about Alfonso's attention to Modillo and the ideal of the Count Modillo of Naples, he felt that he had finally discovered the things that seemed to be clueless.

"What are your instructions for me?" Alexander asked by putting the letter back on the table.

Of course, Camuli would not look for him just to show him this letter.

"We need to negotiate with the North," Camuli said slowly. "At this extraordinary time, it is very special for both Sicilies, so we hope that this negotiation will be completed by someone who can make the North feel valued."

"You mean...me?" Alexander asked tentatively. In fact, he had guessed this possibility after reading the letter.

"You are the guardian of the lighthouse, and that lighthouse is the symbol of dividing the two Sicilies, "Camurai looks at Alexander." Of course, we will also send others to go with you, but your identity is the most suitable."

With a lighthouse as the boundary, the original Kingdom of Sicily was divided into two different countries, north and south. Of course, Alexander knew about it.

This is probably the real plan for giving him this title.

Alexander vaguely guessed Camuli’s intention.

A person who may receive the support of many bishops and has a deep relationship with the city defense captain may not be a threat to the congress.

Then when you can't get rid of this person, it's the best way to send him away.

How long will it take to go on a mission at a time? Maybe a few months, maybe a year, and by the time he comes back, everything may have changed.

"For the honor of Sicily, I hope you can fulfill the mission entrusted to you by this congress."

This is a message from Camus before leaving.
Chapter completed!