Sher's body, which was not tall but as agile as a goat, flashed quickly in the corridor. He held a curved sharp knife with a cold light in the night, and a coarse cloth strip was wrapped around the hilt of the knife made of cow horns. This allowed the person holding the knife to tie the scimitar to his hands to prevent his hands from falling off when using it. There was a blood groove on both sides of the blade that gradually became deeper from head to tail, which made the assassination more lethal.

Such a knife is not suitable for use on the battlefield, unless it is in the early years to pry open the tight armor like a moving steel can, the scimitar is not very effective, but here the knife can exert terrible power.

Almost as soon as Schell appeared, he rushed to Camuli's servant standing not far away. Before he could reach out and pull out the short sword at his waist, the blade of the scimitar in Schell's hand was already tightly stuck to his throat.

"If you dare to move, I will cut off your neck." Schell threatened in the crappy Florentine language he had just learned, while he looked at Alexander, wanting to know the master's next order.

The footsteps coming from the street outside were getting closer and closer, and from the sound, it was obvious that there were quite a few people.

Alexander did not seem panic. He looked at Camuli with an inquiring look: "Consul, did you arrange this?"

A strange smile appeared on Camuli's wrinkled face, which was indescribable. He waved to Alexander slightly to help him, and then stretched out an arm on Alexander's hand with difficulty: "I'm old and need someone to help me."

Alexander did not refuse Camuri's request, and he reached out and helped Camuri walk to the door of the small prayer hall under his instructions.

When I walked to the marble-carved kneeling, Camuli slowly knelt down, then coughed gently before saying, "I built this prayer hall to let people know that one day there was someone like me in the history of Sicily. At that time, I felt that this expectation was not an extravagant, but now I find that I am actually stupid, and what I can do is more enviable."

Alexander looked at Camuli with a little difficulty and kept touching his knees. He thought about it and squatted down and reached out to find a moving stone in the gap under the marble table, and then moved it hard.

The prayer hall where one could only hold a person kneeling inside made a dull "knock" sound. Under Camuli's obvious surprise gaze, Alexander accurately found a stone on the ground and pushed it hard.

A dark hole was exposed, and Camuli's body couldn't help but tremble slightly when he felt the cold wind blowing from below.

He turned his head to look at Alexander in disbelief, his eyes flashing with a look of surprise or suspicion.

"Don't think too much about the consul. I just can know more about things that others don't know as soon as possible. But I want to remind you that sometimes people still need some bold ambitions and dreams. What if it is realized?" Alexander smiled at Camuli, then bent down and walked into the tunnel along the stone stairs below

"Earl, you know my reputation is not good, so I will not promise you that I will not betray you in the future." Camuli said to Alexander, who was halfway down, "and you know I am old, I do have ambitions, but I want to die quietly in my bed."

"This is what we all hope for, but I think you also understand that if you want to betray me, I must at least have a good price. Flomensa is not a good buyer now." After Alexander said that, he ignored Camuli, who was staring at him blankly, turned around and disappeared into the dark secret passage.

Schell hesitated for a while, but when he saw the master go down, he finally pushed away the servant who was almost suffocated by him. After glaring at Camuli with a threat, he also jumped into the secret passage.

"Close the entrance." Camuli first let the servant who had not recovered and gasped heavily and helped him sit aside with some difficulty, and then he reminded him to cover the stones on the entrance.

Most of the servant crawled into the narrow space of the prayer hall and moved the marble hard until a dull sound came, and he crawled out of it and went to the ground beside him.

In the dark secret passage, Schell followed Alexander nervously. He didn't know where this was. When Alexander asked him to ignite the fire that had been prepared in advance, the terrible scene he saw at that moment almost scared Sher to throw away the short torch in his hand.

"God, what is this!?"

Although Alexander had reminded him in advance not to be scared by what he saw, even though he was prepared, Sher still felt that the blood in his body was drained in an instant, and his skin, which became cold and paralyzed due to fear, kept shaking. He kept trembling, and his head kept turning around and looking at the terrifying mummies in the secret passage.

"Don't be nervous, this is just a cambridge," Alexander felt a little uncomfortable when he saw these mummies again, but he was much better than Sher, who had seen all this for the first time. "I believe that people like me have been dead for a long time, and their souls are either in heaven or in hell, but they will not appear before you."

Sher was still gasping for some nervousness, but the fierce character of the Balkan mountaineering people made him calm down quickly. After he was sure that these hideous mummies as the Count said were indeed just mummies that had been dead for many years, his emotions quickly calmed down. Then he couldn't help but worry about his two situations: "But sir, how do you know if that old man will betray us?"

Hearing Sher's question, Alexander turned around and looked at the stone slab on the top of his head, and said in a low voice: "You're right Sher. I don't know if he will betray me. It depends on whether he thinks it's worth it."

Crien hid in a corner of the side wall of the Jabushi Monastery. He hid very cleverly, so he would not be discovered easily.

Although he has good skills, Clarion never thinks he is the kind of powerful character who can completely ignore the enemy no matter how many enemies there are, so he will never do risk things easily.

When he found an army suddenly appeared, he immediately found a place to hide, and then he carefully poked his head out to look at the situation outside.

The soldiers obviously received some orders, so they surrounded the main entrance of the monastery without hesitation, and as the gate opened, the soldiers immediately flocked in.

Crien kept watching carefully, and he could be sure that these people were no longer disguised by Alexander's men, which made him secretly surprised by Camuli's actions.

It was obvious that Camus came to meet Alexander, and Crien was almost certain, because there were not many people who would choose the meeting place in this place, and those who would do this and wanted Camus to come to meet carefully seemed to have no one except Alexander.

Camuli betrayed the rest of the group and Earl Modillo. It can be said that the old man’s reputation in Sicily is so bad now.

Perhaps it is not important for the vast majority of Sicilians whether the aristocrats were framed, and a count of Naples had nothing to do with them. However, the terrifying reign of Flomensa in Sicily and the decline of the port of Palermo caused the Sicilians to hate Camuli to the core, while Alexander secretly made Camuli meet at this time, which made Crien feel that the matter here really should be explored.

Crien had his own mission when he came to Sicily, but the accident of Alexander made him feel that perhaps he would have some unexpected gains this time.

It was just that Camuli's actions surprised Crien a little. He didn't expect that the old man would betray the person who was going to meet him so simply. Regardless of whether that person was Alexander or not, it seemed that this person had become a habit of betraying others.

But Crien didn't think they could catch Alexander so easily.

This thought flashed through the secret passage in Clarion. Although he felt that Camuli should also know the secret of the secret passage, it always made him feel that Alexander should always be on guard against the old man.

Sure enough, not long after, the soldiers came out of the monastery, and they seemed to have nothing to find, and finally, Camuli, who slowly walked out of the monastery with the help of his servant, said something to the officer who led the team.

From where Clarion was hiding and unable to hear the conversation between them, he saw the officer turning away after a little salute, while Camuli sat on a stone pier beside the steps for a long time, and then he was supported by his servant and forced to walk down the steps and get onto the carriage.

Crien was still quietly hiding in place, and he felt that things shouldn't end like that.

Sure enough, as soon as those people left, the disguised patrol team appeared in the shadow of the fork in the other side of the street. They first ran to the other side of the street to observe whether the soldiers had left. At the same time, the few people hurried to the monastery.

Cerian waited patiently. Most of the reason why he lived for so long almost safely for many years was his patience. He knew when to show patience enough, and even knew when to endure the loneliness that others could not bear, just like he had been a grocery merchant for so many years, and even once even thought he was just an ordinary small vendor.

It was this kind of patience that ordinary people could not imagine that when the soldiers of the congressional regiment arrested him, he was completely unpredictable that a person as inconspicuous as him would suddenly burst out with such a terrible destructive power, allowing him to escape easily from the fully armed gang of soldiers.

Kelian thought about his past experiences and calmed himself down because he vaguely felt that he might have discovered something that might be very important.

The "soldiers" who entered the monastery came out not long after. Cerrien carefully counted their numbers. When they found that they were two more people than they did when they entered, Cerrien let out a low chuckling.

He knew he had found the right person.

Camuli was Palermo and even the famous nobles of Sicily. His every move was obviously noticed. Cerrien even suspected that perhaps he had come out to see someone quietly, which could not be concealed from the beginning, so he simply sued the Governor Flomensa.

As for whether this person who met him in secret would be caught, perhaps Camus didn't care at all, or that he changed his mind and decided to cover him up after seeing the man, no matter what the reason was, Cerry could be sure that if Camus had reason to defend himself before, but now if this person was caught, the consul would probably not be able to excuse himself.

"What an interesting thing."

Krien walked out of his hiding place after all those people finally disappeared. He looked in the direction where the "patrol" disappeared, and then followed from behind and headed towards them.

Camuli, who returned home, did not expect to see an unexpected guest. When he saw the Governor Flomensa appear in front of him, Camuli's face suddenly became slightly stiff.

"Your message is not very accurate, consul," Flomensa gently stroked a smooth marble statue, and saw Camuli being pushed into the courtyard by the servant, he looked at the smooth old Sicily with a playful look. "You said that someone who tried to be dissatisfied with the king was about to meet you, and that man seemed to be here specifically for Modillo, but you did not tell me the name of this person, and now the soldiers I sent have not caught him. Can I know what's going on?"

"The other party didn't come. I don't know who this person is. Governor, the people you know always make things mysterious, and because they are worried about being caught, they are much more cautious than anyone else."

"It is true that those people are hiding everywhere like frightened rabbits, but you don't have to worry that the consul will soon obey our mercy. When General Gonzalo's army arrives, those people will never have any chance. As for the Earl of Modillo, believe me that he is now very good, at least for a while, he is very useful to me," Flomensa said, walking towards the door. When passing by Camuli, Flomensa stopped, he bent down and whispered in Camuli's ear, "So the next time someone wants to see you, don't forget to ask who they are except telling them all I say, and it's better to remind them not to break the appointment."

After listening to the footsteps gradually disappearing behind him as a burst of laughter, Camuli's thin and stiff fingers unconsciously tapped the armrest of the wheelchair for a few times. Then he turned his head with a little difficulty and said to the servant next to him: "You did a good job, Shore, you did a good job today."

Camuli said, shaking his hands and greeted the servants closer: "Listen to me, maybe you should follow my grandson to Rome, knowing that someone needs care for him."

"Master?" The servant looked at Camuli with some confusion. He was a close friend of Camuli. Of course, he knew that the master had greater expectations for his grandson than those sons who had not grown up. So at this time, he suddenly heard the master say this, and he couldn't help but feel at a loss.
Chapter completed!