Chapter 37: The Good Show of Santa Rosalia Remembrance Day (Evening)

Cross the narrow streets of the Mararo market, and within a short distance you can see the dark dome of the Norman and Saracen monastery, which is the Capuchin Monastery.
When Alexander came to this monastery again, he saw a gypsy performing on the open ground on a slightly wider street.
Remembrance Day of Santa Rosalia is an important festival for the Palermo people, and it is a good day for the Gypsies to make money. Every Gypsy wears his best clothes and all the cumbersome ornaments. Accompanied by a tambourine and a guitar, the women used crazy dances to attract men, while the men jumped and jumped to show their skills. This attracted many audiences and various miscellaneous coins that were thrown into the circle from the air with the applause. , Small jewelry, sometimes even a silver coin or something, such a good day people are always very generous.
Gypsies performed very well, but it ’s not easy to get close to see. The streets are too crowded, and almost no one can take full steps, and can only move forward dangling because it is already early summer, They wear a lot less than usual, which certainly excites some swing boys who like to squeeze to women, and also makes those pickpocket thieves who have been in the area all the year round more happy. Some people will come from time to time. The woman scolded the man for his curse and the smirk that followed, or someone would suddenly find that his wallet was touched by someone, and then swear in a variety of dialects.
Malaro Market is like this, the lively but not peaceful, but it attracts many people to find out.
Alexander walked forward along the flow of people, and stopped a little when passing a stall on the roadside. This is a vendor selling all kinds of worthless trinkets. A woman of ordinary appearance but quite hot is wiping the block with cloth In the middle of the rattan was a large white glass pendant, and she muttered while wiping, as if complaining about who had stained the pendant.
Alexander remembered Sophia. Sophia was young but she had a strong love for beauty. Alexander had seen her have a treasured wooden box full of various worthless gadgets, many of which are this Kind of shiny things.
Women seem to be immune to this kind of things regardless of age and race. Alexander thought to look in the direction of the monastery. It was just after noon, he began to bargain with women for hanging ornaments, and also at the Mararo market. For fun, even some rich people may not be stingy and spend more money, but they are still willing to enjoy this kind of argument you come and go.
But today the woman seems to be in a low mood. After a few disputes, she generously sold the pendant to Alexander. Looking at the back of the young man who seemed content to leave, the woman shook her head and muttered: "I hope he will not I saw the problem on that thing so early, this little idiot. "
"What are you talking about, Newra?" An alcoholic man plucked his head from the door behind the stall, and then he looked at the woman's hand and stall with some curiosity. "Why did you sell that thing already?" went?"
"Shut up, if it's not you stupid, how could it be so cheap to sell such a good thing," the woman turned back and scolded angrily "Drunken all day long, I really don't know how to look at it You are a drunk, and you are messing around with things. You know, that pendant could have sold two Ginis. "
The man who seemed accustomed to the woman's bad attitude laughed haughtily. He came out of the door and suddenly hugged the woman, and pressed his bearded mouth on her neck and rubbed it: "Forget it Is n’t it already sold? There ’s always some unlucky ghost who is willing to pay the bill. I ’m ready to prepare. We will go to the torch prayer at night, but I ca n’t wait for it.

The woman struggled and squinted the man angrily, but there was no look of blame in her eyes.
"Right, to whom did you sell that pendant, he won't find it again?" The man asked with some worry.
"A young man from a foreign country, with a strange accent, should not be Sicilian, and I have scrubbed it carefully, it won't be so easy to find." The woman said proudly, and then she looked at the crowd around and saw many people in their hands Holding Shumu, she immediately got rid of the man's entanglement and began to wrestle in the stall, while shouting loudly, "Come and buy, the last few torches, what to do if there is no torch in the evening prayer, come and buy. "
When Alexander walked down the street not far from the Capuchin monastery, he had already seen a few seemingly familiar faces. These people look no different from ordinary tourists, but if you look closely, you will find that although they I also walked around the street, but always wandered around not too far from the monastery, but because there are too many people in the market today, so no one will pay attention to this.
He pressed the hat on the pressure head to cover his face with a wide brim. This kind of hat has no fancy feather ornaments, but there is a circle of tulle that can be put down along the brim. This allows him to easily reach those people but Will not be found.
A little bit of time passed, and Alexander was eating meatloaf slowly in front of a stall. This kind of thing reminded him of the famous Italian pie many years later, but now this kind of thing does not know what is stuffed inside. The pies do not taste very good.
A few more people appeared, similar to the previous ones. Most of these people were inconspicuously dressed, but they were all wrapped tightly. Think about it, it ’s stupid. On such a hot Mediterranean day in the early summer afternoon, although this It is to hide the weapon hidden in the clothes, but it is strange to wear such a long robe.
These people, like some people who had appeared one after another, first looked at the situation nearby, and then entered the monastery with only one slit open, and then the copper-clad wooden door of the monastery quickly closed.
Is there nearly 30 people already? Alexander was a little surprised. He didn't expect that there would be such a group of people. Although it didn't seem that there were more than thirty people, thinking about the situation tonight, he found that things might not be as smooth as he thought.
Alexander left the patty stand and walked through the bustling crowd. When he walked to a person who had been wandering around the monastery, the man immediately appeared alert.
"Take me to see Osborne," Alexander whispered a little helplessly, and at the same time slandered the professional level of the "agent" in this era. Seeing that the man was still dumb, he simply asked "tell me Osborne Where, I went to find him myself, and you are so stupid, even the blind can see, "Alexander said, shaking his head again," but some people who are blind than the blind will not see it. "
When I saw Osbourne, the tailor was standing on the roof of the second floor of a house facing the gate of the monastery. The house had a typical Saracen flat roof and a circle of convex zigzag breast walls, which made The tailor standing above could not help but create the illusion that he was commanding the army and galloping.
"It seems that what you said is true," the tailor said cheerfully to Alexander who was walking up the roof. He had been worried that Alexander's news was inaccurate. Now that he saw someone quietly entering the Capuchin monastery, the tailor said The heart finally let go. "Admiral Miyazaki will be very happy, but I want to thank you even more." The voice behind this lowered.
"Don't be too happy first," Alexander walked to the wall and looked at the black crowd below. "They wouldn't do it so early, and this evening is the torch prayer, that's the most suitable time."
"What do you think they are going to do?" Osborne asked in a low voice. "Are you going to attack the bishopric?"
"I don't know this," Alexander smiled slightly. "You should tell Gong Xiang that all the credit belongs to Michelangelo. He discovered the secret when he collected the old buildings about Palermo. As for me , Just told you after hearing these things. "
"That stonemason?" Osborne froze for a moment before remembering such a person. "I heard that the priest valued him very much, but it was better. Who could think that the priest who finally destroyed his plan. As for you, it is not It should be too faceless. "
Alexander nodded, and from the moment Michelangelo confirmed the architectural drawings, he did not know what the priest or the French were doing, but he already knew that the key to many things should be here It ’s a monastery, and more importantly, he knows something that others do n’t know.
In about half a century, people will find a huge catacombs under the Capuchin monastery. There are nearly a thousand mummy sleeping in this tomb, which is exciting both in the present and in the later generations. Great discovery.
There are many different opinions about the origin of these mummies, but there is a statement that may be somewhat absurd in later generations, but with the discovery of Alexander in the literature in the library, some proofs have been obtained that the tomb was first used for hiding and research The dead of the Black Death.
This can be confirmed from the discovery of a large number of various anatomical bodies and mummy-making tools in the tomb. As for those who discovered these tools, they were only keen to use these tools to imitate the mummy instead of continuing to conduct anatomical research. It can be said that people at that time were more interested in mysticism than rationalism.
It was discovered that Santa Rosalia was stationed in the Capuchin monastery at that time, which also gave Alexander enough room for association. Perhaps the female sage was a devout, brave and surplus loving person, but now it seems She may not have another unknown side.
In that horrible era full of death, what exactly Santa Rosalia did in the Capuchin monastery made Alexander more or less curious, but he knew that he should not care about it now, but was using Jia Those who are going to do what the huge tomb under the mission monastery.
Some people entered the monastery one after another. Osborn was excited, but his smile was light on his face. He hesitated and finally decided to send someone a letter to Gong Xiang. UU read books. Www.uukanshu.com he began to worry about his hands. Are these people enough?
Alexandria was also somewhat puzzled. In his guess, if the priest and the French really colluded to compete for the position of the Bishop of Palermo and even the Archbishop of Sicily, they might bribe or simply threaten the bishopric. Many, but now it seems that nearly 40 people have entered the monastery, which made Alexander's speculation about the previous waver.
The sky slowly darkened. When the bell of the Assumption Cathedral rang again, a golden-red afterglow had dyed the whole street with magnificent colors.
Alexander shook his dagger in his waist, but his hand was held by Osborne next to him.
The tailor shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice that only two people could hear: "You can't go, there are more things you should do."
Alexander shook his head. His attitude was very firm. The previous signs made him believe that he had not made a mistake. Now he will fall out of the stone. If he cannot solve the mysteries in person, he is always uneasy.
At the same time, strong curiosity also drove him, wanting to explore the secrets of the famous tomb full of mystery and gloom in later generations.
Ospen didn't object anymore, but let the two follow Alexander.
"Be careful yourself, it will probably be messy tonight." The tailor muttered.
The night came, and a little light appeared in the streets of Palermo. The gradual fire light gradually increased, and finally flickered in the darkness like a star in the sky, reflecting different figures and a face that flickered.
It was countless people lit the torches in their hands.
In the royal palace, the husband and wife together with Alfonso appeared on the wide terrace, and the most important torch prayer ceremony of Santa Rosalia Day finally began.