Alexander did not return to the tailor shop in Osborne, which was obviously unsafe.

What Camus thinks is actually not fully grasped until now.

Speaking of which, the old man was always a very smooth person. Alexander thought there would be no problem with this meeting, but it was just because he could guess that for Camus, he would not betray him easily until the critical moment.

Just as Alexander himself said, even if he wanted to betray him, he would have to find a good buyer, and Flomensa did not seem to be someone who could afford such a big price.

Camuli's ambitions were always great, and Alexander knew a long time ago that when the Palace Prince Gomez was killed, he was elected as one of the three ruling groups of the nobles by the Palermos who were frightened by the turmoil.

For an old man who is already in his twilight years, being elected to clean up such a mess is obviously more regarded as a decoration, or if he thinks about it worse, he may be regarded as a scapegoat at any time.

But Camuli showed unexpected skills. Not only did he take advantage of the situation to seize the rule of Sicily and truly gain power, but he also took the opportunity to eliminate dissidents and squeezed those who opposed him out of the nobles' congress. On the eve of Flomensa's introduction, he was already the veritable ruler of Sicily.

Even after Flomenza arrived, he was still a prominent figure in Sicily. These methods made him look like he could be said to be versatile, but in fact he was not that simple.

Alexander guessed that he would not betray him this time. He needed to know how many chips Alexander could take out to trade with him. As for which side he would finally bet after weighing the pros and cons next, this was not something Alexander could guess.

So after leaving the Japutha Monastery, Alexander did not return to the tailor's shop in Osborne, but quickly found a place to hide it. He decided to wait until dawn to leave Palermo City for the time being.

Alexander didn't know that his group had been targeted, and he didn't know that the one he targeted was Cerryan.

After confirming that Alexander was the one who met Camuli, Crien was not so anxious to find out.

He knew that Alexander came to Sicily to rescue Count Modillo. Although he did not expect Alexander to go deep into the enemy's territory so boldly, but thinking about the amazing actions of the Duke of Orleans at that time, Crien felt that this seemed not a big deal.

Moreover, Crien was still secretly happy. He was a little confused about whether he could complete the task. Now seeing Alexander appear in Sicily, he felt that maybe things were not that trouble.

But Crien was still a little confused about whether Alexander found Old Man Bushdat and the others.

He couldn't think of anyone besides Alexander who would have thought about rescuing Modillo, or who knew about this before the news of Modillo's arrest by Flomensa came out.

Krien thought about these things that made him feel quite strange, and then found a house not far from a chamber of commerce where Alexander and his group hid.

It was a very ordinary chamber of commerce. The places where several merchants who were doing small businesses in the local area were reluctant to make a living would naturally not attract anyone's attention. Even if a group of strangers suddenly moved into the chamber of commerce, they would only be considered as merchants from other places.

The convenient place for the Chamber of Commerce is here. Strangers who come and go can enter and exit here openly without attracting much attention. However, with the exchange of goods from various places, various information can be quickly transmitted to the hands of those in need without any trace.

Alexander did not trust Camuli, and naturally did not trust the owners of these places that were temporarily used to hide, so his identity here was just a businessman who did not want others to pay attention to his whereabouts. Because he was doing business related to the Ottomans, he needed to hide his identity.

There are too many such people. Even when the relationship with the Ottomans is most tense, it cannot stop some people with great hands and eyes from being able to make their business across the Mediterranean. It must be admitted that the more this time, the more money it makes.

Therefore, the owner of the Chamber of Commerce cleverly gave Alexander a very ordinary name like Giovanni, and for his subordinates with swords and swords, they regarded them as the bodyguards of the Giovanni merchant.

Although it was already late after going to bed for most of the night, Alexander couldn't sleep after returning to the Chamber of Commerce.

He sent people to pay close attention to the movements on the street to judge whether Camuli had changed his mind.

When the people sent to the street came back to report to him that they had not seen any army searching everywhere, Alexander was secretly relieved and could not help but secretly pondering Camuli's plans in his heart.

"A ambitious person is often uneasy, but it may not be a bad thing at some special times," Alexander said casually to Sher. He was really excited and couldn't fall asleep at all. "Sher, do you know, maybe we'll get something unexpected."

Seeing the count talking to himself excitedly, Schell stood there speechlessly and depressedly. He had gradually learned how to be a guard next to a master. Most of the time he was of course a living person, but sometimes he should be a tree, a stone, or a statue that could not speak.

For example, now, when the master and his women, and perhaps with his sister, Schell has gradually realized the silence position.

"You look very much like Uriu now. I will introduce him to you later. I believe you will become good friends." Alexander waved his hand casually and said to the guard who seemed to have not heard him sigh at all, "But we have to rescue the count before that."

"Sir, what are you going to do?" Sher asked a little worriedly. He is now a close guard beside Alexander. Although he is not comparable to Busako, who can command the guards, the important task of protecting the count has fallen on him. Now when he hears the adults say that he wants to rescue Earl Modillo, this makes Sher a little nervous. He can imagine that if something happens to the Count, His Majesty the Queen of Naples will certainly not spare it easily. Perhaps the family members far away in Wallachia may be subject to the most severe and cruel punishment.

Sher doesn't think he is a random thought, and it's very common in the Balkans.

"We have to go to the palace to inquire about the news. It seems that there was a way that was very suitable for this kind of thing, but now it seems not so convenient."

Alexander murmured to himself, and then he saw Scher's obvious worrying look.

"Do you think I will do this by myself?" Alexander asked with some amusement. Seeing that there was no dull smile on Sher's face, he couldn't help but wave his hand and waved. "You are a bit too serious about Sher. You should study this with Uriu. He still knows how to make fun of it."

Sher's face showed a "so that's it", which made Alexander ponder for a while after watching it, as if he wanted to explain something to his court chief, but then he gave up on this plan.

I have no idea that I have been classified as a "flattering minister" by a Balkan mountaineer. Uriu is now very busy.

At this time, the chief steward of the Pisa court and the imperial officer of Montina had already changed into servant outfits that he had been used to, and put on a gorgeous outfit that was slightly Moorish but completely in line with the aesthetic angle of the Romans.

The style of this set of clothes is like this. A headscarf with green peacock feathers inserted in the center, a half-long jacket above the knee, the front chest and back of the jacket are embroidered with complicated and gorgeous gold wire patterns, and a pair of very wide pants. The fat look more like the hem of a robe. As for the feet, there are a pair of precious cowhide boots given by Ashulk, the special envoy of the Sultan.

Such a dress is enough to attract attention no matter wherever Uliu goes, which saves a lot of trouble for some people who follow him. Uliu doesn't seem to want to avoid those who have been monitoring him, especially after he taught a lesson to a few guys who are too bold and arrogant, those people have become a lot quieter.

Uriu knew that he was now a famous person in Rome, so he simply gave up the tricks of following and inquiring about information before, and walked into the houses of the nobles with a high sound.

For example, now he is rushing through a crowded group of nobles, and during this period he has to try his best to avoid those noble ladies who are obviously deliberately trying to get into conflict with him.

"Look, who is here," a nobleman standing in the corner chatting with several friends suddenly frowned and moved his chin at the obvious black dot among the white people. "That Moor."

"Who is that guy?" asked an unexpected question from a nobleman who had just arrived in the territory of the northern German princes shortly after Rome.

"Who else can it be? If you see a Moor swaying in and out of someone's house, it can only be the imperial official Uriu of Montina." Another nobleman said a little dissatisfied.

"Why, have we invited him to visit?" The Germans were a little confused when they saw the expressions of these Romans.

"How is that possible? I heard from me that my friend will give you a piece of advice. If you want to stay in Roman Ansheng, don't mess with the Moor. It's no good to get involved with him."

"But look, he seems to be coming to us." The German kindly reminded his companions who were only concerned about selling well-informed information to outsiders, and then he showed a helpless expression to the somewhat stunned Romans, "I have already reminded you."

The Roman noble looked at Uriu, who had already walked not far away in front of him. He said that he couldn't remember what he had had with the former Montina official, and the most important thing was that he was not an amazing person in Rome.

This is a bit hurtful, but in fact, although he said he didn't want to have anything to do with this Moor, these people knew very clearly that the reason why they couldn't get involved with this person was mainly because they were not worth it enough.

"Sorry, are you the little Scoop Lord of Mantua?" Uliu asked politely. Seeing the other party's calm face but nodding immediately to cater to him, Uliu bowed slightly with satisfaction. "That's right, I want to meet your uncle, Lord Scoop?"

The nobleman, known as Little Scoop, had a tense face. He noticed that people were looking at him, so he had to lower his voice and responded: "The former emperor, no matter what you want to do, but this is at the banquet, you should visit alone."

"I don't think so," Uriu picked up a grape from the plate next to it and stuffed it into his mouth and bit it, and then said in a vague tone. "I came to see your uncle come to attend the banquet you held, and I heard that you invited some other guests."

Little Scope's face looked even more ugly, but when he noticed that a servant leading to the stairs upstairs slightly signaled to him, he could only point helplessly in that direction: "If you want to see my uncle, you can follow him."

Uriu smiled, his snow-white teeth looked extremely eye-catching against the black skin, which aroused the interest of many noble ladies.

Compared with the somewhat noisy downstairs, the second floor seemed much quieter. The nobles were dividing into circles of different sizes and sizes to discuss topics of interest. However, when they saw Uriu appear at the stairs, people couldn't help but stop and look at him.

The Roman monarch Scope, who was also somewhat surprised, looked at Uriu who was walking towards him in surprise. The Roman monarch who had become famous because of the rich woman from the Farne family, obviously wondered why Uriu appeared at his own banquet. Although he admired the Earl of Montina very much, he knew that in his own identity, it was actually not suitable to get too close to Alexander.

However, Scoop still greeted this not-so-popular guest with a smile.

"The former emperor, you are so unfortunate that we have just passed a Roman decree here," Scope said in his usual tone of jokes. "According to the Roman customs, as the host of the banquet, I have the same power as the king, so I declare that there is no bad news for today's banquet."

Scope's words immediately caused a chuckle, but people looked at Uriu. It was obvious that in their eyes, the imperial official was the one who always brought bad news.
Chapter completed!