Flomenza did not follow the advice of his young lady to arrest Alexander because he knew that he could not do this now.

When he learned that Gonzalo accepted Alexander's idea of ​​occupying Crete, Flomensa realized that things were no longer something he could control.

For the first time, he saw the terrible power that burst out after money and power colluded. When it involved a major official holding military power, Flomensa even felt that even the king should think twice.

Flomensa knew that all he could do was refuse. He didn't know what the real purpose of Alexander's loan was, but he knew that behind this seemingly only good gift, there should be something hidden behind him that he had not noticed, just like Pandora's box, and disaster would come when it was opened.

Flomenza didn't think he was thinking about it, but guessed it from all signs, so after repeated thinking, he decided to take the second suggestion from his wife to drive away the Earl of Montina, who seemed to be a big trouble.

The Governor thought at least he could do this.

Speaking of which, since Gonzalo came, Flomensa clearly felt that he was subject to many constraints, especially as Gonzalo frequently interacted with the Sicilian nobles, he had clearly noticed that the previously honest nobles seemed to have become restless again.

This made Flomensa suddenly feel that perhaps it might not be a good thing to let Gonzalo go on the road early. As for whether he was going to attack Naples or conquer Crete, Flomensa no longer cared about it.

Alexander received an ultimatum from the Governor's Office. One evening, the bright sunset was the same as the wine in the cup. Seeing the text message full of official words written by the Governor, Alexander pondered for a while, wrote a sentence in the blank space below the signature of the letter, and then asked the messenger to bring the letter back to the Governor.

"Sheer, prepare for it, we have to leave." Alexander's tone did not show any frustration and disappointment. He just calmly ordered the guard to prepare to pack his luggage. When he came to the tailor's shop below to see Osborne who was working, he asked the tailor directly: "So do you want to leave with me?"

Osborne thought about it and knew that this was important to him. If no one knew that he was working for Alexander before, then almost the whole of Sicily would know about his relationship with Alexander. So if Alexander left Sicily, if he did not want to be retaliated by the governor, he would have to leave with Alexander.

But Osborne has his own unknown considerations.

If he can still play some role in Sicily, what can he do once he reaches Alexander?

Become a royal tailor in Montina?

But if you stay, what will happen if Alexander leaves?

Seeing Osborne's inner struggle, Alexander nodded. He could understand the tailor's thoughts now and knew that this was still a very difficult choice for him. Seeing that Osborne was silent, Alexander did not ask any more questions, but walked out of the store.

"It's in this city," Alexander stood at the door of the tailor's shop and said to Schell beside him, "The Earl is here, and the people who rob him, are watching me secretly."

"Are you talking about the men who robbed Earl Modillo?"

"I mean all of them, Sher, are all of them." Alexander deliberately increased the tone of "everyone", and then he looked at Osborne, who had sent away a group of customers and took the time to walk outside the store to rest for a while. "If you don't want to leave, I can guarantee your safety here. You must know that although this is the second time he has been kicked out of Sicily, you must know that this time is different."

Osborne nodded slowly. He knew that Alexander was right. He was driven away because he had no value for use, and this time, because of his fear of him.

"You have to think about it, if you decide to stay, there may be a lot of trouble," Alexander reminded Osborne. "The Governor may not dare to harm you directly, because I will publicly declare that you and your shop are under my protection, but they will send people to monitor you and also send people to harass you, and those who you have tried your best to summon may be useless because of this. This means that you must start from scratch, and I can only protect you until the end of peace with Sicily. Once one day I decide to unify Sicily, your situation may become dangerous, so it is up to you to decide for yourself."

Osborne's eyelids, which were a little tired and drooping because of years of inspection, suddenly trembled. He opened his eyes slightly and looked at Alexander carefully, as if he wanted to know whether what he was saying was true or false.

"Yes, my uncle, Earl Modilo's lifelong wish is to re-realize the unity of the two Sicilies. I think this is not just a wish, but completely fulfilling, and I promise you that maybe I will do more."

Osborne's head lightly pointed, and he knew that it was time to make a decision, either leave with Alexander and live a stable and prosperous life from now on, but he could go so far, either stay in Sicily, or stay in Sicily, perhaps as Alexander said, there will be many unexpected troubles and even dangers in the future, but if he succeeds, perhaps what awaits him is the reward he never dreamed of.

"I stay," Osborne finally made up his mind "I will wait for you to come to Sicily for the third time, and I believe that is when you fulfill your promise."

Alexander laughed. He did not mean to stay Osborne. From his original intention, he hoped Osborne would leave with him.

He would never forget the tailor's help to him. When he was in the most difficult situation and could not even protect his beloved girl, Osborne reached out to help him. No matter what the reason was, Alexander felt that this kindness would be repaid in his life.

"Don't worry," Alexander opened his arms and hugged Osborne hard. "I said I would ensure your safety. I would do this. I promise you if Flomensa dares to touch you, I will make the Sicilians repay you with hundreds of times the price."

Osborne's hand trembled slightly, and then he patted Alexander's back hard: "Don't worry, Count, don't forget that I am Osborne, Palermo's tailor. I was already a storied figure here before you came to this city. Do you think I was so easy to kill? I also want to serve as the royal tailor of the royal family in the future Sicily court."

"I promise that this position will only be left to you forever." Alexander also hugged hard again, then he took two steps back and looked up at the second-story building of the tailor shop. "It's really a fate with me. When I first saw this house, I just came out of the dungeon of the palace. It was cold and hungry. You brought me and Sophia here with me. At that time, the first time I saw this building was home."

Alexander's words made Osborn feel inexplicable. He never thought that the down-and-out young man and woman who had just moved in his heart had now become a person that he could not appreciate. The girl wore the crown of Wallachia, and this young man had just said so confidently that he wanted to unify the two Sicily kingdoms.

"It's so crazy." Osborn said in his heart. He himself didn't know whether this sentence was about Alexander or that he decided to help the young man and woman.

But now this is no longer important. Osborne knew that his relationship with Alexander had changed from now on.

If they were more closely related because of their previous friendship, then now he is swearing allegiance to Alexander. From this moment on, if Alexander moves towards glory, he will also move towards success. On the contrary, his fate will be bleak and miserable.

Not long after, news of the Governor asking Count Montina to leave Sicily within three days spread throughout the city of Palermo.

Although they were all surprised, people didn't find it strange.

On the contrary, some people were a little surprised that Flomensa had decided to expel Alexander after so long.

It is a strange thing to drive away the same person in the same place by two completely different rulers.

The report brought back by the people who monitored the tailor shop to the governor made Flomenza very angry.

After the news of leaving within a deadline spread, the already popular tailor shop "business" was so good that it was hard to describe. The merchants who didn't care about concealing the situation simply stopped letting their wives and daughters pretend to be clothes, but went on the battle themselves. The crowds of people crowded the tailor shop for a while. It seemed that all the merchants in Palermo wanted to finish all the clothes for the next few years in these three days.

And the real climax is Gonzalo's visit.

This soldier, who is known for his own deeds and unruly, was too lazy to even cover up the last bit. He went straight into the tailor shop and asked to meet Alexander. At the same time, he said in front of many people: "Alexander is indispensable to you." This sentence made Flomensa grit his teeth.

Thinking about the words Alexander wrote on his ultimatum, Flomensa had already made the idea of ​​finding Osborne to settle the accounts once Alexander left, and he couldn't help but feel a little shaken at this time.

In three days, the merchants of Sicily came, the bishops of the church came, and some of the Bochum, who had been driven out of the city defense force, came down. Later, with Camuli's visit, the Sicilian nobles finally gave up their reserve and began to rush to the tailor's shop.

Three days were in a hurry for Alexander, and he didn't even have time to have a meal alone. When Mahimo was about to talk to him alone after the bishops of the church visited, he was interrupted by Schell knocking from the door outside several times in a short time. This made Mahimo both annoyed and helpless, because every visitor who could make Schell knock on the door was of a big background.

This even made Maximo secretly swear that one day he would definitely become the pope, and then see who would dare to interrupt his conversation with others casually.

During these three days, Flomensa lived like a year. He was worried that Alexander would take this opportunity to incite the Palermos, just as he did on a bloody night a few years ago.

Flomensa always believed that the bloody night incident on Santa Rosalia's anniversary was related to Alexander, and it might even be that he incited and instructed him behind his back.

Although his guess was not correct, it was also true that the Bloody Night gave Alexander a rare opportunity.

Fortunately, the thing Flomensa was most worried about did not happen. Although people came with restlessness, they were not sowed to the point of being full of hostility and destruction when they left. On the contrary, many people were more excited and smiled. This gradually made Flomensa realize that what Alexander asked those people to do was not to pick up weapons and do something, but to open their pockets obediently.

In three days, while listening to his subordinates' movements about Earl Montina, Flomenza also received another report that made him uneasy.

The Sicilian merchants used more and more money in these days. Many people either used money directly or used goods to mortgage it. The resources they provided to the army of Gonzalo were enough to carry out a large-scale expedition.

This made Flomensa really start to worry. He was afraid that if Gonzalo continued like this, even if he had no ambition, Sicily could not withstand such a huge outflow of funds. What's more, in this case, who can guarantee that a general with money and soldiers would not have any other thoughts?

Flomenza couldn't sit still after his suspicion. He suddenly felt that maybe it was a good idea to send Gonzalo away early, let him compete with his enemies. It would be best to go far away. If he was willing to go to Crete, he would follow him. Even if he wanted to restore Constantinople, it would be fine, as long as he could leave Sicily!

Once such thoughts appeared, Flomensa felt much more relaxed. He even regretted why he had been so stubbornly arguing with the soldier. You should know that the king asked him to expedition to Naples to drive him away. Since it was all this purpose, why bother to care where he was going?

Flomenza was very happy that he finally figured out a solution to the problem in front of him, and when he heard that Gonzalo had decided to leave Sicily after the Earl of Montina left, he was even more sure that the two men had some secrets that were unknown to outsiders.

"Your Majesty, please allow me to report to you in great fear. The situation in Sicily is much more complicated than I had imagined before," Flomenza had to admit helplessly in his love letter to Ferdinand. "Some of this complexity comes from Sicily, which has changed after my arrival, but some of the recent events have completely lost my previous efforts. Some of the changes come from our enemies, and some of your general, Gonzalo de Cordoba..."

A large ship was quietly parked at the end of the pier that was poised out of the shore. The boat was very tall. Compared with the various galleys used in the Mediterranean for a long time, this Calavere sailboat, which is more suitable for ocean exploration, looks like a behemoth.

Alexander stood on the dock with interest and looked at the majestic big ship, looking at the arched bow specially reinforced for the two functions of forward sails and corner collisions, Alexander secretly sighed in his heart for the extraordinary skills of people of this era, and shook his head for such an enemy he was facing.

Castilla and the Kingdom of Aragon, the future Spain, and the first truly world empire in history. It always sounds too unreal to be enemies with people with such huge power.

But Alexander knew that since he had taken this step, there was no reason to stop, and he could no longer stop.

Can giving up unifying Sicily and seizing Castile's crown in exchange for Ferdinand's ambition to stop annex Naples? So what should Ruosha do? What should those who follow him do?

Alexander shook his head unconsciously and threw the feeling of powerlessness caused by the thought of a powerful enemy out of his head.

Then he turned around and looked at the dock on the land.

There were many people there, and they all came to send him off.

"Sheer, when I was driven out of Sicily for the first time, only Sophia and Uriu left with me. No one came to the dock to see me off," Alexander said, waving slightly to the crowd in the distance, and a cheer came from afar. "At that time, I swear to Sophia that one day I will let her return to Sicily with great glory, and then I will let the Sicilians crawl at her feet."

"Sir, your love for His Highness is really enviable." Sher said and then disappeared, because he thought that this kind of enviable love seemed not the only one.

Alexander did not notice the strange look on the guard's face. He continued with a little self-deprecatingly: "But before I took her, I returned to Sicily by myself, and was driven away from this island again."

"Sir, you know that's not the case. If you want, as long as you order us to attack the palace directly in these three days!" Sher's face turned red.

"No, Sher, it's not time yet," Alexander waved his hand to stop him from continuing. "Gonzalo's Aragonese army is always a huge danger. Maybe we fight with Flomensa and he won't care, but if we attack the palace and even try to expel Flomensa, then he will attack us, and don't forget that he is Isabella's favorite, after all, and Ferdinand is Isabella's husband."

Looking at the somewhat depressed Sher, Alexander raised his hand and patted the guards on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I said it was just not time. Next time, next time I will come back with Sophia, I will fulfill my promise to her, and I will let the Sicilians crawl in front of her crown, and even Gonzalo could not stop me."

After saying that, Alexander took steps and strode towards the Calavell sailboat.

"Hunting Guards!"

As Scher ordered with a slightly strange accent, the Balkan soldiers gathered on the long dock began to gather together to board the ship. At the same time, as Alexander stepped onto the deck, a triangular badge flag slowly rose.

The Calavell ship slowly left the dock and drove out of the Palermo Harbour under the eyes of countless people. As the sea breeze blows harder, under the command, Calavell began to rise sails one after another.

"I finally left, I just don't know what he will look like next time he comes back." Camuli, who unexpectedly appeared on the dock, sat in a wheelchair and looked at Fanying who was leaving, sighed. He waved his hand a little hard, indicating that the servant should push him back.

At this moment, a businessman who had just landed on a boat on the other side of the dock walked towards him far away.

The man seemed to have some problems with his legs. He was leaning on a thick wooden cane with fine workmanship and decorated with gold-patterned flowers.

When he arrived not far from Camuli, the man stopped and bowed slightly, "I am glad to see you here, Lord Consul, I see many people sending out the Earl of Montina, and you are the most respected of them."

"No, I am just the oldest among them, and the closest to heaven. If I can enter heaven after death," Camuli replied vaguely, while he looked up and down at the man and nodded. "Then the count said it is you, what do you call me?"

Even in front of this nearly 100-year-old man, the man still looked calm. He bowed again and then smiled slightly: "Sir, I am Groggenin from the lowlands, and I am willing to serve you and Sicily."
Chapter completed!