Vol 7 Chapter 289: The pope is also missing?

The violent explosion lit up the black river surface in an instant, and the flash reflected a piece of snow on the surface of the river. The dazzling light and the fine waves reflected each other in a large swath of light that made the river surface seem to rise in an instant. The star, followed by the sound of an explosion, swallowed the newly lit "starlight" in darkness.
It wasn't until this dimness passed that the fire began to burn on the ship that had been bombed beyond recognition.
A scream of Ruowuruowu screams came from the ship, some were loud, some were so weak and weak, with the flashing light of flames, you could see the people on the ship running back and forth in panic, and some directly from The boat jumped off, and some people seemed to be trying to grab something from the broken deck.
Suddenly a panicked person let out an anxious cry. Although the scene was chaotic, people could still hear what he was shouting: "Where is the man?!"
At this time, no one could pay attention to him, knowing that this person was sentencing and grabbed a sailor who was running by, and grabbed him and kept roaring. The sailor only vaguely recognized this from his embarrassed face. Man is the owner of this ship.
"Where are the people?!"
Hearing the owner's questioning, the sailor was trying to break the pair that was about to suffocate him, while panting and asking in a hurry, "Who, who are you talking about!"
"It's..." The businessman paused. Even now, he doesn't want people to know his mission. "It's the old man of my accountant. Who of you saw him?"
The sailor still kept pulling the businessman's hands. He didn't expect that the businessman would have so much strength, even more powerful than those who do heavy jobs all the time: "I don't know, I haven't seen that old man, Quickly let go of my boat, it’s in the water, it will collapse here!"
With the words of the sailor, the burning hull suddenly burst into flames from below the deck. With the tongue of flames instantly engulfing the surrounding wood, the entire ship began to squeeze and squeeze as the central part of the ship had already run aground and reached the bottom.
"Oh! Oh~"
The merchant yelled unwillingly, and then he jumped over the boat gang and into the water with the sailors who had already jumped into the water.
But he did not run far, standing in waist-deep water, he and a group of crew members standing not far behind stared blankly at the big ship that had been completely engulfed by flames.
Seeing the hull of the ship groaning painfully in the fire light, and something falling into the water from the ship with flames and heavy smoke from time to time, the merchant looked gloomy and motionless.
He seems to see the future that he has been carefully planning for himself. With the flames turned to ashes, his mission here has failed. It is conceivable that the future awaits him is gloomy.
The fire shone on his face, reflecting an ugly face.
The sailors were equally frustrated. They didn’t know what happened. The sudden explosion awakened many people from their sleep or was thrown out of bed by the shock caused by the explosion. Some unfortunately were very close to the explosion point. Randomly injured.
Looking back at some of the blood-stained sailors who were standing in the water and being supported by their companions, and then at the few people who had been lifted to the shore and lying there, the merchant turned sullenly and walked to the shore.
Then he sat down on the wet rock on the shore, and then raised his head again and looked at the huge flame silhouette that was collapsing.
"What shall we do next?" A sailor walked over, and a few people followed him.
For these sailors, they were just temporary workers hired by the businessman. They would never expect this to happen. Looking at the companions who were groaning in pain, these sailors couldn’t help worrying about being a businessman as the owner of the ship. Will it simply run away because of fear of taking responsibility?
"What to do?" The businessman looked at the few sailors in front of him who were afraid of him fleeing at any time, scratched his wet hair, and looked at the dirt in his fingernails, which he couldn't see even if the flames were shining in the distance. Thinking, shrugged to the sailors, "God knows what to do, now let us look at the others."
He stood up wearily, looked at the sailors lying on the shore, but sighed again: "Look at those people first, I hope they are lucky."
Watching the businessman walk towards the wounded after finishing talking, the sailors looked at each other and their faces became extremely ugly.
The injured sailor's injuries were mild or severe, but fortunately, no one was worried about his life yet.
What makes people feel strange is that an elderly accountant who has been hiding in the cabin after boarding with the owner of the ship has disappeared somehow.
The fire has been burning continuously, and it was not completely extinguished until dawn.
But what was left on the river was a large scorched wreck, and many burnt hulls fell apart with the high tide in the night, watching the black wreck stranded on the shore, the sailors watched With the businessman's uncertain face, he didn't know what to say for a while.
The ship had been burned down, and these sailors had nowhere to go. Although they inevitably took risks when going out these years, they did not expect to encounter such a thing.
So these sailors didn't know how to face this sudden situation for a while, and they didn't know what the group owner had planned.
However, a large number of goods have been destroyed, and such losses are enough to ruin a wealthy home, so the sailors can't help but worry that they might be doing nothing.
It’s just that they didn’t expect that after lingering on the wreck of the cargo ship and the missing old accountant, the businessman seemed to relax a lot with his sulking breath. He turned his head and looked at the sailors who stood behind him and looked at the wreck in a trance. Look, then greet everyone to gather together.
"Okay, I'm leaving here." Seeing the sailors' expressions change, the merchant waved to them. "Don't worry, you won't lose money, and I will treat the injured people, but I want some of you to stay and take care of them. As for the others, you can go to Madrid with me so that you don’t have to worry about me running away."
The merchant's suggestion surprised the sailors. They didn't know what else he would go to Madrid with empty hands at this time.
However, as he himself said, whether these people did this trip for nothing is entirely up to this person, so they must follow him closely. As for how he can get the money under such a huge loss now, it is not what they need to care about.
After some discussions, several crew members who voluntarily stayed to take care of the wounded agreed that their companions would save the reward for them, so the two sides said goodbye to each other on the river bank. Under the leadership of the merchant, most of the crew members followed him along the road by the river bank towards the road. Walk along the avenue of Madrid.
"What's the matter with that person?" Looking at the backs of those people who are gradually disappearing in the jungle, a sailor who stayed to take care of the wounded asked the companion next to him in confusion, "I don't know why, I think it's better to stay away from that person. Knowing that we are hungry to this point, all because of him."
The companion nodded and agreed with his statement. It is because these people who are willing to stay have such a mind, they would rather choose to stay at the risk of not getting the money.
After all, those sailors who leave may monopolize their money.
"Okay, go back. We have to send these people to the nearest town to see how pitiful they are. We are so lucky to be with them."
Several people started to work as they talked. One was sent to the nearest town to report the news, while the rest were preparing to transport their companions.
The nearby town is not very far away, which is why the sailors are very annoyed by the merchant.
They don't know why he must stay overnight in this place far away from the village and town. Although it is also not clear who attacked them, many people still think that if they stay in the village or town, this kind of thing might not happen.
The sailors who were originally worried that they might be attacked again, because they didn't find anything unusual until dawn, which relieved them a lot, and they were vaguely able to guess that the attacker seemed to be targeting the merchant instead of them.
This is also one of the reasons why these people don't want to follow the businessman.
The sailor who hurried to the nearby town was running in the wilderness. There was no road nearby. He could only pass through the wilderness with thorns everywhere.
The clothes had been torn into strips, and the shoes under his feet had been ripped apart. Although the weather was cool, the sailor was out of breath.
Until he saw a few people standing on the next to a forest and looking in his direction from a distance.
The sailor hesitated, but when he saw that there was a road leading to the town near where they were standing, he thought that these people were probably villagers in the town.
He walked quickly to meet those people, but gradually when he saw them clearly, the sailor began to feel uneasy.
These people with swords and swords, who are not good masters at first glance, are obviously not nearby villagers. Thinking about the attack on the previous night, the sailor can't help but become nervous.
"It seems that our friend is unlucky." A man with this obvious lees nose patted the sword hanging on his waist, and saw that the sailor realized that something was wrong and turned and prepared to escape, he took it from his companion next to him. He took the crossbow that had been loaded prematurely, and pointed it at the sailor, "Come here obediently, or I will make a hole in you."
The words of rosacea caused several people nearby to laugh. They took out crossbow pistols, like rabbits preparing to hunt frightened, and aimed at the sailor who was already cold in fright.
The sailor trembled backwards. He wanted to turn around and escape, but because he knew he couldn't escape, and he didn't dare to turn his back to these people, because then he wouldn't know when he would be killed.
Rosacea took two steps forward and pointed at the sailor with the crossbow in his hand.
"Tell me where your people are now."
"They, they have left here," the sailor struggled smoothly and made a trembling voice. "I don't know where they went. Now there are only a few of us and the injured. Please let us go. We are okay."
Rosacea squinted his eyes, he almost walked to the sailor, clutching his collar and asked in a low voice, "Tell me, where is the Pope."
"Who?"
Asked casually.
"The Pope, Alexander VI, tell me where he is now, or has he left with the others on the boat?"
For a while, the sailor seemed to be unable to understand the words of rosacea, but then suddenly he opened his mouth wide, and said with a trembling voice, "Yes, that's the old man, yes, that's right. Is it him, that accountant, is he the pope?"
Listening to the sailor's stammering, rosacea tugged again: "Tell me where is the person you mentioned?"
"Dead," the sailor's body shivered more severely. "I was bombed to death on the ship. No one saw the corpse in the capital."
"I didn't see the corpse?" The rosacea's face suddenly became gloomy, and he pulled the sailor closer to his face. "Tell me what happened, and where the people who left you said went. "
"It's Madrid. The businessman took the others to Madrid."
Listening to the sailor's words, rosacea froze for a moment, his face gloomy turned his head to look at several of his companions: "Tell me you are not the same as I thought."
Some of them shrugged their shoulders, while others poked their lips helplessly.
"It seems that things are more troublesome than we thought," rosacea murmured unhappily, and then turned around to pat the sailor's face. "Don't worry, your companions will come to you soon."
The sailor was dumbfounded, but before he could understand, the crossbow arrow had already penetrated his chest, and the blood-stained arrow tip appeared from his back.
"Go find them." Rosacea drew out the crossbow arrow from the sailor's corpse. He wiped off the blood stains and put the arrow back in the crossbow slot. "I think we have overlooked something before, so we absolutely can't put it again this time. Any suspicious person."
A group of people immediately mounted their horses, and under the leadership of rosacea, they ran towards the river bank.
On the busy Tagus River, a terrible conspiracy massacre caused panic among people near the coast.
The murder was first discovered by some villagers living on the nearby downstream coast.
They first discovered a large number of shipwrecks and debris that appeared to have been destroyed and burned on the river, which made them think of the flaming fire that seemed to have appeared upstream in the previous night.
Then, people found bodies floating down from upstream.
It can be known from the scars on those people and the way they are suffering. Those of uukanshu.com have obviously been tortured and tortured before their lives.
Regardless of whether they were wrong about what the murderer wanted to know, they still failed to escape the fate of being slaughtered.
This terrible event alarmed officials in nearby towns. At this time, the weird massacre couldn't save all this and it became even more confusing.
With the spread of a terrible rumor, this mysterious and terrifying killing on the Tagus River seemed to have an amazing answer.
Pope Alexander VI, who was invited by the regent of Castile, suddenly disappeared on the way to Madrid, and his last news seemed to have appeared near the banks of the Tagus River where the massacre occurred.
The accidental disappearance of the Pope made the people who heard the news fall into panic, and many people couldn't help but think of the terrible experience of Juana and his wife.
When he heard the terrible news from the passing towns, a Moor walking leisurely northward in a carriage could not help but shook his head and sighed: "James, it seems you should take care of your pirates. ."