Vol 4 Chapter 60: Wrong and chaotic

East Romans from Crete.
This was originally a very common thing in this era.
Earlier, with the fall of Constantinople, there had been a large number of East Romans fleeing refugees in Europe. Although this wave of momentum has gradually decreased a lot, but with the Ottoman Empire, the original East Roman remnants on the Mediterranean Sea The annihilation of forces, in this nearly half century, the increasingly restless environment still drives a batch of East Roman descendants to flee to the European continent.
This is very common.
But if this kind of thing is connected with a person who does not belong to this world, it is not normal.
Because of the years of war, even some fugitives do n’t even know where their ancestors were originally from, but this does not include Alexandria. No one knows his own origin better than him. He knows that he originally did not belong to this era. of!
This is Alexander's secret, and it is the basis for his survival in this era.
Then there is no secret that can be told to anyone, that is where he came from before entering the Monastery of Saint Seballon.
He told Ruosha the secret because he needed the help of Ruosha, and the other person who knew his secret was Sophia.
In fact, Alexander did not tell Sophia all these things, he just often described to Sophia the eastern scenery, the sunlight from Greece, and the warm sea breeze of Crete, and the secular and religious atmosphere of Istanbul afterwards. Rich exotic style.
That time was when Alexander was restless when he first came to this era. Although he could not tell his truth, he was able to force himself not to forget his origin by telling Sophia those specious stories.
Because he is afraid that as time goes on, he will gradually forget who he really is, and he will forget that there will be a past that really belongs to him at a certain time in this world.
These stories were only told to Sophia, and even Ruosha didn't tell them.
So how can such plausible legends now spread?
Surprised and horrified on Alexander's face, he didn't even need to deliberately cover up, because the news is really incredible, even if it is only about the exile of Sicily, a descendant of Constantine XI, is enough to expose him This look.
"It's unexpected, isn't it?" Ashurkelo looked at Alexander intentionally and seemed to be satisfied with his reaction. "Who can imagine that a little Roma woman beside him actually has It may be a descendant of the Roman emperor, "said the Ottomans, leaning forward, and said in a smaller voice," may even be the legal successor of the Roman Empire. "
The words of the Ottoman made Alexander's heart jump in an instant, and he already understood the reason why Ashurk would pay so much attention to Sophia.
The right of inheritance is very important in this era, and it is even a sign of whether an empire can be recognized.
The day Muhammad II conquered Constantinople, he declared that he was the legal successor of the Roman Empire, even though he walked into the great capital with the corpses of the East Romans and the blood that nearly submerged his ankles. , But this does not affect him so much.
After a niece of Constantine XI arrived in Europe because of escaping the war, only because he became the wife of a Russian grand duke, the Russian tsars used the Roman double-headed eagle as their badge, and then took the first The identity of the three Romans is self-proclaimed without any shame.
According to Ashurk, what would happen if news of Constantine XI had a daughter whose whereabouts were unknown?
According to Alexander vaguely remembering, Constantine XI did indeed expedite Greece and conquer the Principality of Athens at the time of his death. Although it was not long before and after being defeated by the Athenians with the support of the Ottomans, if it is as legendary, Constantine Ding XI once left a daughter there during the occupation of Athens. What kind of huge impact will this have on the entire Balkans?
A descendant of the emperor who fled from Crete to Europe, and the Roman lineage that has been circulated in Greece, these two originally unrelated legends are confused and combined for some inexplicable reason.
No one cares about the contradiction between these two legends. It is more of this combination that has become somewhat ambiguous and seems to have attracted the attention of some people.
However, what surprised Alexander was that even though he told Sophia about Crete, did Sophia go to Prague with Nashan?
How could you hear the legend about her in the poor and remote mountains of the Balkans?
Alexander wanted to ask Ashurk what happened in the mountains of the Balkans, but the Ottomans mouth was obviously not so easy to pry open.
Although he couldn't wait to know about Sophia's whereabouts, the news brought by Ashurk made him quickly flash a vague thought.
That thought started to make people clueless, but a faint lightning inspiration made him sort out something in the next moment.
His origin has always been a fatal weakness of Alexander. He has thought about the terrible consequences of his identity once more than once. At least Count Modillo cannot let him go, and then he has everything he has. Will turn into bubbles.
His only way out was to hide his name, and then he would flee forever.
Perhaps he had good luck and could go to the New World, but if he had bad luck, he might have his head cut off.
Because of this, he chose to tell Ruo Sha his secret. He needed the help of Ruo Sha, and he needed someone who could resolve this danger for him.
And now, another opportunity comes!
A mysterious Bohemian who lives in Wuding, a girl from a wandering tribe who ca n’t tell where she came from, one is mixed with two different places, but it seems that they can be found in these two places. The basis of mysterious descendants.
Alexander felt like God really helped him!
The origin of the two people confusing each other, the identity of each other, and even the gender that has been confused.
What can provide him with a safe disguise more than this confusion? In this era of legends and gossip everywhere, maybe even later, even Alexander himself may not be able to distinguish these legends. Which belongs to him, and which belongs to Sophia again.
Of course, Alexander knew that in addition to being very beautiful, Sophia was just a normal gypsy girl. She would not be a descendant of Constantine XI, and she should not have any weirdness other than gypsy. Identity.
But this does not affect her being put on a mysterious veil intentionally or unintentionally.
Just like that Jeanne d’ France, an ordinary farmer girl from the countryside, does it really have incredible charm and courage as legend, so that almost half of the French people are standing by her side willing to obey her Driven?
Alexander, who had figured out these, slowly picked up a cup that had already cooled down on the table, and looking at the thick black coffee inside, Alexander smiled in surprise: "I know her father, a very interesting person, a Bohemian warriors and terrible warriors. "
"I know this person," Ashurk nodded. "Someone told me that this person has a formidable knife. Even our bravest warriors dare not fight him alone."
Alexander nodded silently. At this time, he was already sure that it should be the father and daughter, but although it was still strange how they would go to Moldova, but now it is not the time to say that.
Now that you have decided to confuse yourself and Sophia with each other, you must seize this rare opportunity.
"As for Sophia's mother," Alexander said that he paused deliberately. He held up the corner from the raised coffee cup and noticed that Ashurk's hand holding the hookah seemed to squeeze slightly at this moment. "I didn't see After her, she passed away very early, I heard that she was a very beautiful woman, one that made Nashan unforgettable all her life, so that only those ladies could find comfort and memories, "Speaking of this Alexander was stunned, Only then thoughtfully continued to say "woman ..."
"Only the ladies can find comfort and memories?" Ashurk looked at the door to Olgala, then nodded if he understood. "Yeah, a strange one made him look down on Ordinary woman, what does she look like? "
Looking at the empathy of the Ottomans, Alexander wanted to say: "You really think too much this time."
But for the first time, Alexander somewhat admired Nashan's taste for the wife and lady.
"Now, can you tell me the name of that person?"
Alexander felt that he had said enough, he now needed to be rewarded.
"Isaac," Ashurk said, "He opened a gold shop in that Jewish quarter, a small shopkeeper, but this person knows a lot of Jewish rich people, I think you know me Who are you talking about? "
Alexander nodded silently.
The Jews have not been tolerated by the entire Christ world, and it seems that they are being rejected everywhere.
But this is probably also because of jealousy, as a great drama called The Merchant of Venice has not yet come out, "Jews can always find gold coins from stones and flames, and we get pain and burns. Scars. "
Alexander can imagine what a rich Jew looks like.
It should be those who usually wear inconspicuous clothes and live in a low and ordinary house. They seem to be smiling at everyone, a completely harmless person.
It's just that once these people return to their safe home, they will look different.
They will take out the full pots and money bags from the hidden closet in the middle of the night, look at the glittering treasures, and at the same time figure out which unlucky egg they should find next as their prey, and take away from him in one fell swoop The last copper plate even stripped him.
Alexander knew that he seemed to have taken it for granted, but this is also a true portrayal of the Jews of this era. After all, except for a few places like Venice, which can barely be mixed up, Jews are almost unpopular in Europe.
"Those people seem to have made a deal with a big person in the Vatican, and I know exactly one of those Jews."
Ashurk gurgled a hookah and slowly stood up from the mat.
"You helped me, and I helped you," the Ottomans said with a smile. "Now that you have got the clues you need, what will you do next?"
"Find the murderer."
Alexandria's eyes flashed a gleam.
A group of wild birds screamed sharply in the Drakala Square, looking for food on the stone floor.
Since Giovanni was murdered here, Piazza della Cala has become deserted a lot.
Children are forbidden to play here, adults are trying to avoid this place that frightens them.
Here gradually became a place where wild birds perched. Looking at the fallen weeds and bird droppings on the ground, Alexander seemed to see the epitome of the rise and fall of the whole Rome.
The wild birds flew away because of the frightened people, and Alexander slowly walked up the square to the place where Giovanni's blood was left.
No traces were visible at this time. No one knew that a noble prince had died here except for the dust and the black stains.
Paul Busaco looked around with caution. Although the two murders in the same place may be too small, but thinking about the end of the Duke of Gandino, Paul Busaco could not help being extremely cautious.
Alexander looked at the Jewish neighbourhood not far away, where the large and small houses, which were lined up one after another, looked large and black.
Isaac, this is a very ordinary Jewish name, if Ashurk did not tell him the name of the gold shop this person opened, even if he knew there was such a person, it would not be to find it in that Jewish quarter so easy.
The figure of Uliu appeared at the intersection on the other side of the square. When he saw Alexandria, the Moorish man hurriedly ran over.
"Sir, that Isaac is on a street not far from here. The gold shop he opened is called 'Tie Chizi'. It's a small shop. This person's reputation is not very good, it's a famous miser. Ghost, but he is very savvy. Although many people do n’t like him, he has never heard of anyone who offended him.
Listening to Uliu's report, Alexander gradually formed a cautious but stingy image in his mind.
Looking again at the large low-rise house in front, Alexander suddenly felt that this kind of place seemed to be born for such a person.
"Is that man in the shop now?"
"The grown-up, he always does not leave his shop, sitting at the counter and staring at everyone passing the door like an owl."
Alexander nodded and, according to Ashurk, told him that the Jewish man named Isaac seemed to be a broker for a Vatican big man, and this man had inextricable relationships with the Jewish riches.
"Take me to see this man." Alexander waved to Paul Busaco, beckoning him to follow.
"Adult, would I be shocked to see that Isaac in this way?" Uliu asked with some doubt.
Alexander smiled and seemed to inadvertently glance at several people in the distance, then he lowered his voice and said to Uliou: "You did n’t tell me before, those who followed Pelotto Cardron, were Did the people under Ashhurk kill? "
"Yes, sir," Uliu froze for a while and then understood what "sir, do you mean that Ashurk will send someone to follow us?"
"Although I don't know what he did in this matter, he obviously wanted me to go to the Jewish man, and I wouldn't let him down even then."
After Alexander finished speaking, he gently pushed Uliu and let him lead the way.
The Jewish Isaac ’s store is located on a street not far from the Drakala Square. The name of the shop is 'iron chisel'. The old wooden signboard is slightly squeaky at the door with the evening wind. Dangling around.
Sure enough, as Uliu said, as soon as he walked into the shop door of the next step, Alexander saw an unusually large pair of eyes on the face of the thin man behind the counter.
Because he was sitting in the shadow, Alexander couldn't see the man's face clearly, but his brilliant eyes gave him a deep impression.
The man was wearing a very wide dark gray robe, and a large rucksack was placed on the counter in front of him. The rucksack was now filled with small bits and pieces. I saw Alexander and the servants with the guards and servants. Immediately and swiftly, the small bits and pieces were put into the big pocket of the bag.
"Do you have anything to help, sir?" The Jew stood up and walked out from behind the counter and asked carefully before Alexander.
He has been in the city of Rome for a long time, so he has a pair of eyes that can look at people. The young man in front of him should be a distinguished person. This can not only be from his own clothing, but also from his followers. figure it out.
"Your name is Isaac?" Alexander looked at the Jews, and when he saw a slight change in his face, he nodded gently, and Alexander had a deeper understanding of this person.
A very smart guy.
"I want to know if you know the Duke of Gandino?" After seeing the Jew for a moment, he started shaking his head, and Alexander raised his hand.
With this gesture, Paul Busaco, who was standing next to him, took a step forward, grabbed the collar of the Jew and lifted the whole of him tightly onto the counter!
"Answer the words of the adults, otherwise I will put your gadgets into your mouth." Paul Busaco said and grabbed a piece of gold and silver that he had just concealed and pressed it fiercely. The Jewish man twisted his mouth and twisted it around with his hands.
The Jew was shaking his head in panic, struggling up, trying to struggle out of this terrible man ’s palm, but he was obviously not as strong as Paul Busako, when his mouth was covered by several sharp gold and silver objects When the edge of the pierced, the Jews finally couldn't help but yell vaguely: "I said, I said, I want to know everything I said, I beg you not to do this!"
Paul Busaco stepped aside, and he held a silver brooch stained with Jewish blood.
The Jews were frightened again as he watched the brawny staring at the strong man with the brooch in his hand.
"Do you know the Duke of Gandino?" Alexander continued to ask "I can find you because someone told me something, and now I just want to get proof from you, so you should be smart and say everything you know."
"Adult, I don't know the Duke," the Jew said first, and saw Paul Busako move slightly next to him. Then he quickly said, "But I heard that he was inquiring about something about a cardinal."
"Is it a cardinal?" Alexander asked in a low voice.
There are a lot of cardinals in the Vatican, but little attention can be paid to Giovanni, and the Duke Gandino can be condescended and personally come to the Jewish quarter to inquire. Who will this be?
"Yes, I've seen the Duke inquire about a person nearby, but I don't know who is who," said the Jew, and after seeing Alexander looking at the terrible brave man, the Jew had to rush in fear Continued, "But I heard that the bishop seemed to have made a deal with someone here. The Duke probably just wanted to know what the deal was about."
"Is it someone in this house?" Alexander looked at the narrow street outside the door.
"Yes, it's the people here." The Jews said quickly. "I only know these, and I don't know anything else."
"But I heard that you seem to be familiar with everything here." Alexander walked over to the table and looked at the gold and silver wares scattered around the rafters. "And you seem to be the famous rich man here, I think you must know Many rich people among you, since you ca n’t have heard of a transaction involving a Vatican ’s big man.

Paul Busaco immediately came over, he grabbed the panicked Jew again, and pressed his brooch with sharp corners to his mouth!
"Don't, I said!" The Jew finally collapsed, and he fell down with a crying sound.
"Speak." Alexander looked at the Jews coldly. He knew that he could only be cold and ruthless at this time. The news in exchange for Sophia's "secret" must be worth the money.
"I only know that someone seems to have borrowed a lot of money from some people here, and then use the money to do something, but who really borrowed it and who is the creditor I really don't know."
Looking at the weeping Jews ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Alexander thought and waved at him.
"You know a lot of people, so now I leave this matter to you to find out what I want to know," Alexander said softly. "Listen, if you dare to lie to me, you should know what will happen."
Speaking of Alexander, it seemed to be remembered again:
Forgot to tell you, I am Alexandre Juliant Gumbre, Earl of Montina.

Having finished speaking, Alexander ignored the seemingly stunned Jews and turned to walk outside.
Isaac sat blankly in his shop, it was already dark but he remained motionless.
I don't know how long it has passed. After the day was completely dark, the Jews suddenly moved.
He cleaned up the shop briskly, then carefully exited the alley through the back door, and then after watching carefully for a while, he put the hood over his head and mixed it into the crowd.
And not far from the back door of the Jewish gold shop, Uliu looked at Isaac's back from a distance.