Chapter 48: Clariant

After leaving the priest ’s palace, Krian returned directly to his home not far from the banks of the Husa River. There was a large Saracen-style town, and one of the oldest in Palermo. As early as the Roman period The urban area has already taken shape. It can be said that the entire city was gradually expanded on the basis of this.
Kri'an's home is not very big, which is in line with his current status as an ordinary businessman.
In addition to a fairly comfortable courtyard, the whole house is divided into two parts by a corridor consisting of several pillars. The front of a fairly large main court and two smaller rooms are usually guests. The place for peace talks, and the backyard is the living room of the Clarians.
Clian has his own family.
Unlike Kunto, who wanders around as a walking businessman, Krian is a serious businessman with a family and business, at least to outsiders.
Marry and have children, take care of business, most of the time, Clariant is doing business honestly.
He is better at quietly conducting some business that the priest himself is inconvenient to intervene, or contacting some people who are inconvenient to negotiate, as for Kunto's act of hiding the dagger and the short crossbow under the cloak all day, Krian Somewhat disdainful.
Kunto is a stupid man who can only move. Kryon thinks that since childhood, even though both of them were reused by the priest, Kryon still thinks that he is more important than Kunto.
Although he had to leave Palermo temporarily, he was not very worried. Although the newly appointed city defense officer seemed to be chasing after the breath he left behind, he still believed that he had done it carefully.
As for the Gombré, Krian was even less worried. Although the Greek had almost destroyed the plan, the result was still very good. The most important thing was that all the clues that might cause doubt have been cut off.
The French have left Sicily, and Zioni, who knew the truth, was also killed at the beginning. As for why Maleccio would appear strangely in the woodpile of the torch ceremony, I believe that this account will be counted in the French. Body.
As far as I heard that a lot of weapons were found in Zioni's house, it was nothing. A businessman who tried to murder the former city defense officer because of jealousy, and finally because he was madly involved in the French conspiracy, all this was enough.
No one can doubt himself.
Clian carefully recalled all the previous actions. After confirming that there were no clues left, he nodded in satisfaction and continued to pack and organize his luggage.
A boy ran over, and Clarian spoiled the child and kissed him a few times. This was his son, and it was the most proud achievement of Clarian's life. Whenever he held his son, he felt that he had done before Everything is worth it.
"I'm going out a few days," Krian said to his wife who came with his son. "I have to go to Kun Tuo. You know that he always runs around, so I don't know when I will be back."
Clian ’s wife is a very ordinary Palermo woman, with black hair and black eyes that are common in Sicily in appearance. If you look closely, you may still be able to find a few generations of Arab descent from her face. trace.
"Then you have to be careful on the road, now it's not smooth everywhere." The woman said with a slight worry. For her husband is a clever businessman. He is very powerful in business and always makes a lot of money for his family. The most important thing is, The husband is a very family-oriented person. There are not many such men. More people always spend time outside.
Krian smiled. He is a famous slipper in the business field. He is always guarding his business and is afraid of being calculated. As for when he is working for the priest, he is even more cunning and cruel as the same fox. But at home he can relax and become another person completely.
This is also where he and Kunto are different. Kunto seems to regard his priests as the only thing in his life, which makes him lonely and uncommon.
Krian is different. Krian believes that he can well separate the lives of ordinary people from serving the priests. He does not want to confuse these two things, nor do they want them to affect each other's lives.
"If Kunto had returned when I was not at home, let him wait for me at home," Krian told his wife to "tell him not to run around again, I have something to tell him."
Crion thought about finding an opportunity to enlighten his stupid brother. Although it is true that he was loyal to the priest, he should think more about himself.
Walked into the yard, Clian put a slightly thick coat roll on the prepared carriage, although the weather was already hot, but he had prepared enough things for his years of travel experience.
When kissing his wife and children, Clian felt their strong parting feelings, which made him more determined to enlighten Kunto's idea. Although he knew that it might be noisy, Clian felt that he was the world. The only relative in Shanghai, he has an obligation to make Kunto's life better.
Before their days, it was too difficult.
Standing at the door, although not a luxurious but quite substantial house, Clian hugged again and seemed to be unwilling to let him leave his unwilling son.
Just then, he heard the footsteps in the distance.
Of course it is common to walk with footsteps, but Ke Lian heard the unusual sound from the cluttered but rapid pace.
He didn't look back, but looked at his wife who was facing the street and saw the strange look on his wife's face. Clian knew that something was wrong.
There are many people who can be heard from the sound. More importantly, the steps are heavy and continuous. There is no sign of pause. Obviously these people are not turning around blindly but coming here specifically.
Keli'an straightened up and took two steps back to separate him slightly from his family, then he smiled to his wife and children who appeared uneasy.
"Are you a businessman Krian, in the name of the Sicilian noble parliament ..."
A person used to announce loudly, but he had n’t finished his words, and he turned his back on them.
He suddenly reached into the bag wrapped in a carriage, and then pulled out a slender saber. His body turned his arms and swept hard. The soldier who suddenly faced exclaimed and the wife and children behind him In the shout, the man who was announcing that he had been arrested suddenly had a torn throat, and a piece of blood spewed like an arrow.
The honest Palermo citizen, a little businessman in the slippery city, the husband of Gu's family and the kind father, the person of this series of identities, suddenly took off the disguise at this moment and became a terrifying killer.
The blood-sprayed body had not fallen to the ground. Krian had leaped like a raptor with open wings and rushed out of the Aragonese soldiers who had never responded!
The sword is still in the sheath, and the spear is only half lifted into the sky. The Aragonese soldiers did not expect that this man not only dared to resist, but also dared not to escape the counterattack.
So when Krian jumped into the crowd and jumped high, the sword in his hand was directly inserted into the neck of the current person, the rest of them didn't even have time to pull out their weapons to parry.
The sharp blade pierced the man's neck, but the neck bone stuck to the sword and could not be pulled out.
Krian did not hesitate to let go, pushing the man's face hard, and while the man was holding his throat and howling back, his other hand had dragged the sword out of the soldier's waist. As he slashed hard, the long sword stabbed the of the side horse.
With a hissing noise, the horse's horses moved forward with four feet, and the carriage was shocked because of this sudden eruption, and then it was driven to shake left and right. Ran away.
The screams immediately rang from the wide street, and the carriage crashed into the wall and immediately rolled over, but the horse, who had been mad because of the pain, dragged the body that was rolling on the street desperately and ran forward.
Facing the oncoming crazy horse, the two Aragonese soldiers wanted to raise their spears to stab in the past, and a broken axle on the carriage that could roll left and right suddenly swept over, just in the cry of a soldier in fear, A sharp spike with a broken axle pierced his stomach, and with the huge inertia of the wagon sway, the soldier was brought up to draw a long arc in the air and fell into the Husa River.
The carriage was still running, and the people behind turned around and fled because of fear. UU read www.uukanshu. com but the carriage did n’t crush them. As the power of the swaying became stronger and stronger, the cowl was also swayed by the rolling body behind him, and finally the already broken and broken carriage was thrown off the Husa River After the sloping river embankment rushed down with impulse, the horse-drawn carriage rolled into the river with the cowhorse ripped off the river embankment.
Kri'an's wife hugged her son in horror. She watched in disbelief as her familiar husband killed several people in an instant, and then he quickly rushed into a roadside alley along the road rushed out of the carriage.
From beginning to end, Krian did not look back at his family.
When the news from Bochum arrived, he saw only passers-by and soldiers who were hit by a carriage on the street, and the mother and son who held their son tightly and had fear in their eyes.
"escaped?"
In the palace, although the aristocratic parliamentary regime who heard the news came to power, although Camuri was slightly surprised, he did not seem too angry. He helped him stand up to the window.
After a little deep contemplation, Camille waved his hand to the reporter: "Let Captain Bochum go to catch this person, and now there is more important things to do than to catch a suspect on a night."
"Do you mean our coming guests?"
A young man standing in front of Camus was slightly lowered. His skin was fair and he had very rare light blond hair unlike most Sicilians.
"Yes, compared with that, the night of blood staining has become less important."
Camuli took out the opened letter from the desk drawer and looked at a choppy crest on the front of the envelope. He opened the letter and looked at the contents again.
At the end of the rigorous letter, a signature suddenly jumped into Camry's eyes: Modillo.