The Dalville River in southern Castilla is a large river that spans the entire Andalusia from east to west. Before it is poured into the Atlantic Ocean, this river will flow through several of the most famous cities in southern Castilla, including Cordoba and Seville.

Due to the terrain, the Dalville River will form river berths of different sizes and deltas formed by converging with other rivers in several different areas. These places have cultivated large areas of fertile land due to their abundant water sources and geographical locations, and gradually formed the best grain-producing land in Castilla.

Alexander first knew that the name Seville was the comedy called "Seville's barber", so whenever he saw this place name, he would always flash his mind with an apron tied around his waist, a towel on his shoulders, a tin basin filled with hot water, and a bright bracelet hanging on his belt that could not only cut hair or wipe a razor on his neck.

In fact, Sevilla's first special barber shop actually appeared more than a century later. The earlier barbers also worked as doctors, while some were grave diggers in the cemetery.

Seville is the lower reaches of the Dalville River and the largest city in the south of Castilla. Compared with Cordoba, which is closer to the north, Seville was recovered from the Moors earlier. After driving away the Moors in the late 13th century, Seville was once the capital of the Kingdom of Castilla, until the Astamara Dynasty inherited the Kingdom Legal System.

The royal palace of Seville has now become the residence of Andalusian consul in the south, where the consuls sent by Valladot to Andalusia were stationed.

The Andalusian consuls have always been a false position. In Castilla, where feudal lords have strong power, the consuls sent by the kings to various places are actually more of a guise to prove the royal family's sovereignty over these areas. Neither the lords themselves nor the successive consuls never really think that they are here to perform their ruling power.

People think so because the power of Andalusian lords and nobles is very large and stronger. The years of confrontation with the Moors made them seem not only aggressive, but also very fierce. Almost every lord has a military force of his own. Even Isabella had to suffer all the hardships in order to appease the nobles who seemed rebellious to fight for merit.

But these were all a few years ago. Just about 5 years ago, Isabella sent another consul. Shortly after arriving in Andalusia, he began to gradually restrain his power from the little nobles. At the same time, Isabella gradually penetrated into the territory of the little nobles through the church power. When the little nobles finally understood what was going on, they found that they had no bargaining chips in their hands to fight Valladot.

Perhaps this victory in the first battle gave Isabella hope, so she began to strengthen her control over the noble territories. At the same time, as her control over the church became stronger and stronger, her eyes gradually changed from those inconspicuous little nobles to the great nobles with important status.

Duke of Buhalanse Don Bavi is undoubtedly the most fat piece of these fat meats that are targeted, but this fat piece is obviously not so easy to eat, so the Seville ruling government has always been cautious about Duke of Buhalanse, but he stares at it with a chance.

The consul's purpose is very clear. As long as you find an opportunity, you will bite a fatal bite on the vital points of the Duke of Don Bavi.

So when news came from Cordoba about the sudden murder of the priest of Bukhalanse, the incident soon alarmed the consul himself.

The consul of Andalusia, Bernando Caroli, is a middle-aged man with a low head and a little fat man. The most obvious thing about him is his belly that always looks smiling and fat and his head lowered to see his toes. This kind of honest and clumsy appearance is very deceptive. Even when Carolina first arrived in Seville, many people thought that he was like the nobles from Valladot in the past, he was regained by the king and gained the wealthy and lacking power.

However, this view disappeared after Carolai cleanly cleaned up a group of nobles through several means, confiscated their territory and presented it to the queen.

In place of this view, the nobles' secret fear of the Andalusian consul.

Especially after Isabella launched the God-making movement, as Carolai took the opportunity to extend his tentacles to Andalusia with the church to intervene in the territorial affairs of the feudal lords, people suddenly discovered that this consul who always smiled was actually a hunter who was both hated and scared.

He hid his fat body under the eaves of the consul's residence, staring at his prey with harmlessness, waiting patiently.

Until those prey lose their defense and expose themselves completely to his already exposed fangs.

However, it was not so easy for the consul to catch Don Bavi, so after hearing about the news of the Priest Priest of Buhalanth, Carolai immediately found his powerful subordinates to discuss countermeasures.

Caroli hoped to penetrate into Don Bawei's territory through the death of the Priest of Buhalanth. After all, although it has successfully affected the local church in Buhalanth over the past few years, Don Bawei's defense is also very strict.

This old man seemed to have been in the castle and couldn't come out because of his poor health, but he firmly controlled his territory. Now that he had such a good opportunity, Caroli thought he could not let it go easily.

"Send the church investigators to investigate the truth of the murder, but I believe that no matter what the result is, you all know who should lead the matter to," Caroli said his purpose without any concealment. "This stubborn old man has been wasting us too much time. The queen is about to lose patience. It is best to cause him some trouble this time. Believe me, let me do it. Even if I can't knock him down this time, as long as he can make him angry because of trouble. When he moves, there are still many things we have to do."

Caroli's urging voice echoed in the tall room. Although he was fat, he seemed very flexible because of his excitement. He quickly turned around in the circle, and his face was red from excitement and even sweating. Then he suddenly stopped and asked the people in front of him: "What do you think if I write a letter to invite him to Sevilla, at least he has the responsibility to explain it clearly when something happens."

"It may not be a good idea," said Archbishop Fonda of Andalusia, looking at the chubby face of the consul, who could be said to be the strongest supporter of the consul, but as the highest-duty priest and a cardinal in the diocese, Archbishop Fonda had to consider the impact Carolina's fierce moves might have on the diocese of Andalusia. "You know that the family of Duke Don Bavi has had a deep influence in the diocese of Andalusia throughout the ages. Many of his family have held priesthoods. If the charge of murdering a priest is directly linked to him, it would cause bad trouble."

Caroli frowned. His eyes, which were originally squeezed to death because of his obesity, were almost turning into a slit.

But then he smiled again.

"It's nothing, believe me, this may be a good thing. If so, I will have more reason to send an envoy to his territory to investigate this matter," said the consul, and said, "Thank you, Archbishop, you solved a problem for me."

As he said that, he ordered the clerk beside him: "Go and write a circular to Duke Don Bavi to come to Seville, telling him that he hopes to come to Seville, with respectful words, but remember that this is not an invitation, but an order."

Seeing the clerk nodding immediately, Carolai smiled at Archbishop Fangda on his fat face: "Article, let's guess what the duke will react to seeing such an order. I believe his expression must be very wonderful."

Near the McGlin Lowlands west of Seville, there is a shanty town full of crisscrossing alleys and various privately built low houses.

Because the terrain is low, whenever it rains, it will be completely flooded by the rainwater vented from other parts of the city. At that time, the soaked garbage will float on the water surface, making the only V-shaped street that is relatively spacious and smelly.

In front of a house at the top of the V-shaped corner of the street, Alexander stood looking up at the inconspicuous second-storey building.

This is a house with a considerable area and looks very sturdy. Below the first floor is a row of long porch formed by semicircular arches and columns, while the second floor is full row of windows.

The style of this house is actually not special. Although it seems that it has not been built for a long time, perhaps because the surrounding environment is really bad, this house also gives people a dirty feeling.

The exterior wall of the house is made of large pieces of lead-gray granite, which makes the house look even less likable. Looking at the sign hanging next to the house with some garbage stains, Alexander's face looked a little strange.

It is really not easy to find this place. After avoiding the stenched garbage and feces all over the street, and then carefully crossing the rats that were coming out to play, Alexander finally found this place in this shanty town.

"Master, where is this?" Sher asked curiously. This place was so dirty that even the Balkans who did not value hygiene in the past could not stand it. What's more, as they were with Alexander for a longer time, Sher now considered himself a very decent person.

"The sign says." Alexander pointed to a rattan pole in his hand. When he came, he heard that he wanted McGlin Lowlands to come, the boatman who sent them all the way.

At that time, I didn't know what this rattan was for, but now I know the purpose.

This vine stick is quite useful for pulling away the garbage that cannot be avoided and driving away the rats that pop up from time to time.

"But Master..." Sher looked embarrassed, and he obviously didn't recognize the seemingly plausible local text.

"This is a Merchant Exchange." Alexander said, then looked around with interest.

He never expected that the famous Sevilla Merchant Exchange would look like this.

In a few decades, this inconspicuous building will become the busiest place in Seville, and the otherwise most dilapidated McGlin Lowland will become one of the most prosperous places in the city.

What changes all this is the huge profits from the New World.

This place will become a distribution center for continuous wealth from the New World. From here, the trade routes that will first go to Spain and then gradually spread to the entire Europe will quickly impact the economic system of the old world.

The golden age centered on the Mediterranean will officially end.

But now standing here, Alexander has other ideas in his mind.

Merchant Trade House, this seems to be a very good place.

Alexander laughed.

The bell tower of the Seville Cathedral, Hiradata, was transformed on the basis of the Moors' sermon tower built by the early Moors.

This building with a distinctly mixed style of Sarasen and Gothic is the center of Seville. The spire of Sensen, which soars straight into the sky, looks full of fearful oppression from below, as if the sharp top of the tower will pierce the sky above your head at any time.

Standing in the woods not far from the cathedral, Schell carefully observed the surroundings. His men had already spread out and stared at the movements around the cathedral at any time.

Although it was winter, the sun was still a little hot on the top of his head at noon. Sher wiped the sweat from his face, then patted his chest to calm himself down.

As Alexander's guard officer, it was a while since he gradually realized that the master was not a reckless person, so although Alexander's actions sometimes seemed very adventurous, Sher knew that the master was actually prepared.

But this time it was different. The note left by Duke Don Bavi asked the Duke to ring the big bell on the bell tower of the Cathedral Hirada Tower by himself. This means that Alexander must enter the bell tower with only one exit. If danger occurs at this time, Schell doesn't know if he can protect the master.

The shadows under your feet are getting shorter and shorter, and noon is coming.

Alexander walked into the bell tower along an inconspicuous small door under the bell tower, and the thud sound made by stepping on the wooden stairs also knocked on Alexander's heart.

Finally, a ray of sunlight above my head that came from the middle of the bell tower just fell into the round hole in the center of a stone timer in the bell tower. It was noon.

Alexander grabbed the heavy shaking rope and then rang the big bell with force.
Chapter completed!