Mrs. Gomez walked in the corridor of the palace. Everything in front of her was so familiar, but now she is no longer the mistress of the palace.

As the king of Sicily, except for his crowning, Ferdinand came to Sicily so few times that he could count it with his hands. For Ferdinand Aragon was his home, and Sicily was more like a villa, although it belonged to him, but was not so valued.

Therefore, all the palace ministers of all dynasties have become the true rulers of Sicily, and Madame Gomez once enjoyed the glory that was not inferior to the queen here.

However, after her husband died, the wife of Gongxiang who returned to Aragon soon realized the pain of living under someone else's house. Now her parents' home is facing a crisis, which makes the wife of Gongxiang who returned to Sicily even more moved when she was moved.

A burst of footsteps came, and several servants walked past the neighborhood with plates full of food. An old man who passed by the palace saw Mrs. Gongxiang immediately stood aside to make a way out. Although the other young servants stopped, they just looked at the mother of the governor's wife curiously.

Mrs. Gomez nodded indifferently. She would not care about the rudeness of these servants, but would not be grateful to the old man who recognized her. She was a nobleman of Castile, with a prominent background and noble blood, which did not allow her to feel emotion about the respect from a servant.

Marrying her daughter to a man who is nearly 30 years older than her was originally a helpless move. Gomez died so unfair that she did not add any glory to her already mediocre life. On the contrary, many people believe that it was Gomez's weak rule that caused the bloody night to happen in Sicily.

Whether it was the Gomez family or the wife of the Madam Gong Xiang's mother, they were in a dilemma because of the Madam Gong Xiang's cowardly death. In order to get the family out of the plight, they had to find such a marriage for her daughter.

Facts proved that the family's vision was still very accurate. Ferdinand sent Flomensa to clean up the mess in Sicily, and his title changed from palace to governor.

A position that has more dominant power than a position.

Mrs. Gong Xiang looked at the backs of the servants and thought about her thoughts. She knew that they were preparing for the evening banquet, and there was only one guest at the banquet, that was Gonzalo.

Gonzalo de Cordoba is the most famous person in the two palaces of Castilla and Aragon. The favor from the two kings made him very glorious for a while, but this person doesn't seem to care much about these favors. His willingness and reckless personality actually makes some people unable to bear it, but now no one will stand up and publicly accuse him at this time.

After the expectation of Mrs. Gong Xiang's help from Gonzalo was dashed, she already knew that this seemingly reckless soldier was actually very delicate. He might not even know why he sent him to Sicily at this time, but he was very clever and silent.

Flomensa's attitude towards Gonzalo can be said to be comprehensive. He made great efforts to provide supplies to the Aragonese army, and at the same time he served the Knight Commander himself very thoughtfully.

Obviously Flomenza did not want anything to happen to Gonzalo during this period in Sicily.

Mrs. Gong Xiang was thinking about what she had heard in her heart, and at the same time she was thinking about the promise Osborne had given her before.

Osborne promised to match her with Camuli. Speaking of which, Mrs. Gong Xiang did not pay much attention to the old man Camuli in the past, but now she was helpless to find that it seemed that it was not easy for her to meet that person.

The two servants walked past the fork in front under a reasonable appearance, and walked towards a separate tower not far away, with the two servants holding plates full of dishes.

Mrs. Gong Xiang knew that these people were delivering food to the Earl Modillo, and she had heard of the Earl, but she didn't care about that person's affairs.

Mrs. Gong Xiang hoped to convince Flomensa through Camuli. She knew that the old man was now a hot figure in Sicily, but she was a little unsure whether this person was willing to help.

A figure appeared not far in front of him. Mrs. Gong Xiang took a look and recognized that the person was an envoy from Venice.

The Venetians are facing the Ottoman sea threat. The palace maid knows that although this threat has never stopped over the years, it seems that a maritime invasion is really going to occur this time.

Contrary to Flomensa's indifference to the Venetians, Gomez had a good relationship with the Venetians at the time. If he were still the palace minister, he might have agreed to the Venetians' request to speak good things for them in front of the king. But now it seems that King Ferdinand seems not so interested in aiding Venice.

The messenger obviously saw Madam Gong Xiang, and he immediately warmly greeted him and expressed his respect. The good relationship between Venice and Gomez made the Venetians see a glimmer of hope in this cold palace everywhere. Although the palace had already changed hands, he was still full of hope as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

A man in a hurry was coming, his clothes looked neither servant nor noble, but everyone passing by was greeting him, and this man always smiled and looked very polite to everyone.

Osborne was a little surprised to see Mrs. Gong Xiang and the Venetians, but he still walked over a few steps and bowed a lot from a distance.

"Madam, I'm so lucky."

"It seems that I can see you everywhere." Mrs. Gong Xiang deliberately said in a slightly cold tone that she used to be very cold to Osborne in front of others, and even rumors of conflict between the two people had been rumored. Although she no longer needs to hide anything deliberately with Gomez's death, she still seemed a lot colder in her presence in front of outsiders. "Maybe you have found the idea of ​​making a dress for which lady?"

"In fact, I was about to report to you that I tailored a style for you that I personally think is very satisfied with."

Seeing the expectation flashing across Mrs. Gong Xiang's face, Osborn nodded slightly, suggesting that it was as she thought.

The Venetian messenger beside him looked at the man silently. He knew at this time that this man was the tailor who seemed to be a wide range of people and did not look down on him at all.

However, although this person was also very respectful to him, he did not show any hints, which made the messenger a little worried that his subordinates might not have done their job well, or that he had no chance to contact this person.

The messenger was thinking in his heart until Osborne suddenly said to him when he was about to leave: "Sir, you have a friend who has just visited my shop before. He seems to wish I could sew a set of clothes for you, so if you have time, you can visit my shop."

The messenger looked at Osborne with a little surprise. He did not expect that the Madam Gong Xiang of Osborne suddenly mentioned this matter on his face, but it is always good to have a news.

As soon as the envoys such as the Prime Minister of Gong left, they couldn't wait to lower their voices and asked, "What did that Camuli say?"

Looking at Mrs. Gong Xiang with a look of anticipation, Osborn shook his head helplessly: "It's not easy to deal with, Madam, the consul is not very concerned about this matter. He said that he has no effect on the Governor and cannot speak for your family in front of the Governor. In fact, I think what he said is actually correct. Flomensa is not a person who is easily persuaded, even if he is your daughter's husband."

"Or it's worse. Flomensa has always hoped to bring him benefits through marriage with my family. You must know that the king has been encouraging the Aragonese nobles and the Castiles to marry, just like his marriage with the Queen. He hopes to strengthen the relationship between the two countries through this means, but for Flomensa, my family has now become a burden to him."

"This is indeed a bit unfortunate, but I have to say that maybe you are not completely hopeless." Osborn looked at Mrs. Gong Xiang meaningfully. "Maybe someone can help you, or even help your family at this time."

Mrs. Gong Xiang showed a look of surprise. She looked at Osborne with some confusion. She couldn't think of anyone who could convince Flomensa now.

"It's not just you, but that Venetian can also get help." Osborne glanced in the direction where the messenger disappeared.

Camuli sat in his beloved garden, and the large bouquet of purple flowers made his courtyard look somewhat different from the homes of other nobles, or rather, he knew better how to enjoy the peaceful time before him than others.

"When the Venetians are coming, are they still coming to ask for support?" Camuli asked the people around him. He was not in good spirits. Sometimes he would fall asleep in a daze as he spoke. When he woke up, he might forget what had happened before. "What else?"

"The tailor Osborne came to you for the affairs of Mrs. Gong." Because I don't know if the adults still remember these things, the people next to me carefully reminded me.

"Oh, yes," Camuli responded as if he had thought of it, but then his eyes fell into the flower bed in front of him and stopped moving. Until the man thought he had fallen asleep again and was about to wake him up, Camuli suddenly said, "Maybe I was wrong."

"What sir did you say?" his subordinate asked in confusion.

"I said I might have made a wrong decision, and I hope I can still make corrections." Camuli raised his hand to the person next to him with some difficulty. "Go and call Osborne and tell him I have changed my mind. He understands what I am talking about."

After saying that, Camuli urged him a little quickly, and until he watched his subordinates leave quickly, Camuli's slightly excited mood calmed down slightly. He called the servant and pushed him and walked slowly in the garden, and just murmured: "Venice, Ottomans, Gonzalo, why didn't I expect..."

Crien came to the house in the alley of Old Man Bushdat, this time the house was the only old man.

Looking at Kerrien sitting opposite him quietly drinking inferior wine, the old man Buschdat looked gloomy.

"Aren't you going to tell me who asked you to save that Modillo?" Crien asked, and when he saw the old man not speaking, he put down his glass of wine without saying anything, he had a sneering look on his face. "Actually, I don't have to know either, but I can tell you why I want to go back to Sicily."

"Don't tell me," said the old man Bushdat suddenly. "I don't want to know about your affairs at all. This will only cause me trouble. I just need to leave Sicily immediately after the matter is over, at least not appear in Palermo."

"I'll leave. Actually, I don't want to stay in this place for a long time," Krien looked around the house. "But I have to finish my business before leaving, and then you won't see me again."

"I hope this is the case." Old Man Bushdat muttered in a low voice. He had an instinctive wariness about Cerian. Although he didn't know why he wanted to go back to Sicily, he didn't want to know much about Cerian as he said.

"See a way to send me into the palace," Kerian suddenly said to the old man Buschdat. Seeing that the old man seemed to refuse, he raised his hand and raised his index finger and shook it back and forth. "Don't rush to refuse."

"You will cause me trouble," said the old man anxiously. "Flomensa is a very cruel person, and he will take revenge on us all."

"But you wanted to rescue Modillo before, right? Now you're scared?" Crien looked at the old man. "But what do you think I can do in the palace alone? And do you think you can stop it if something really happens?"

Old Man Bushdat pondered for a while. He knew that Crien was right, and the most important thing was that he knew the terrible thing about this man.

If it were possible, he might have chopped him into pieces when Clarion first appeared, but the old man knew that if he was not sure, he would not have had the courage to appear in front of him.

Old Bushdat was very worried that Clarion would use his family and friends as a threat, so after Clarion appeared, he sent all his family out of the city, but even so, he did not want to have a blatant quarrel with Clarion.

"I'm the only one." Crien opened his arms and seemed to prove that he was harmless to the old man. "Help me in and then come out again, and we will be fine. I won't bother you again. I won't bother you anymore. Isn't that great?"

The old man's dry lips moved slightly, and Crien's proposal was full of temptation. The idea that the person in front of him was more important than anything else gradually gained the upper hand.

"I'll just clear the two things after finishing it?"

"I keep my word."

Looking at Criyan's ordinary face for a while, the old man Buschdat finally nodded: "It is actually not difficult for us to enter the palace. The key is what to do after entering."
Chapter completed!