Vol 2 Chapter 22: Nothing but 3?

The banquet was filled with speculations, conjectures and whispers.
Everyone who was qualified to say goodbye to the count himself had to glance at Alexander, who was not far away.
Because Miss Cosenza was standing next to her uncle, and she said to Alexander in a voice that someone else could hear, "I hope you can stay with me for a while." So Alexander had to stand not far from the count The place is like a display for everyone who comes by to see enough.
Miss Cosenza seemed to enjoy this speculative feeling. She whispered to her uncle, and from time to time looked at the young man a few steps away, even if she didn't say a word, but that kind of look had made Many people said a lot for her.
But when the last guest to leave said, the countess's face showed a slightly cold look. She didn't even greet her, so she walked past Alexandria, and the previous story It looks exactly like two people.
Although this is not unexpected, Alexander still felt that this "sister" was not so cute.
The Earl was unconcerned about the niece's sudden coldness and hotness, and he beckoned Alexander to follow him. In the room built near the water of the Duran Palace, Modillo summoned him again.
"I have to say how much you surprised me a little," Count stood in the middle of the leaky room and looked at Alexander. "You can see that you are a very smart young man, so I don't think I need to remind you about my niece ... "
"I will not have any illusions about the Countess," Alexander nodded in satisfaction, seeing the Count ’s nod of satisfaction, he continued. "But what I said to you at the banquet was also true. I hope that in addition to accomplishing what you want Dividing the boundaries between Sicily and your territory can also gain your friendship for my country, and we can fight against the French together. "
"Young man, you are arrogant, do you think you are qualified to discuss this kind of problem with me and sign such a treaty?"
In saying this, the count did not show contempt, but asked the fact calmly and seriously.
But this is more hurtful.
However, Alexander had no time to lick the wound of his self-esteem. He knew that the opportunity to meet with the count again in private was very rare, which made his impression of Miss Cosenza much better.
"Sir, Naples is facing famine," Alexander decided to tell the truth. He didn't believe that Modillo didn't know what Naples was about to face. Since this is better than turning the corner to the truth. Everyone knows that the French almost evacuated this before leaving. A city, and then the coalition forces had solicited large amounts of supplies in order to fight the French, and the nobles who had just returned to Naples. Now Naples seems to have restored its previous glory, but the city has been almost completely hollowed out, maybe Soon people will find that there are fewer and fewer breads, and all kinds of food are getting more and more, starting as civilians and then nobles, and one day when even the most generous host will have to make careful calculations to entertain guests, the city will be punished. Famine has occupied. "
Modillo listened silently to the analysis that someone else might have changed his face. A pair of deep eyes in his depressed eye socket looked at the young man in front of him. After making sure that he had finished speaking, the count nodded thoughtfully: "This is Why did you go to see the king? I hope he can listen to these words and get his attention? "
Alexander nodded frankly, he knew he could not play tricks in the face of this person, the best way is to tell the truth.
And he thought it was nothing. As a messenger, it would be normal to see the king.
The count who could get the answer obviously did n’t think so. He shook his head and said with regret, "You are wrong, you are so bad. You should not go to see the king, but fortunately, I went in time, otherwise you Maybe it wo n’t be so leisurely standing here. "
Alexander didn't speak, although he didn't know if the count was right, but after meeting Ferdinand, he knew that he had indeed made the wrong move, although he knew that the king should be dead soon, but he really didn't expect that Simply a lunatic.
"The spirit of the king is not very good, maybe it is because of too many things happened before, so if you tell him that the Neapolitan is going to be hungry soon, maybe he will listen to you, but most of the time he may do anyone Unexpected decision. "The count said, squinting." So what advice would you give the king before? "
Looking at the count, Alexander had the feeling that everything was under Modillo's grasp, and even he vaguely felt that Modillo seemed to be waiting for such a thing.
"I will propose to the king that Sicily provide enough food," Alexander said with care. "You know that the land on Sicily is enough to feed two Sicilians. Although I have no power to sign such a treaty immediately, I still I am the messenger of Sicily, and I can also be the messenger between two Sicily. "
"Two Sicilies," Modillo sighed softly. "One Sicily is going to be hungry, while the other Sicily has food that will satisfy everyone. This looks a little funny, but it is actually sad. "
The obscurity of Sicilian unity revealed in Modillo's words seemed to prove Camuri's words again, but Alexander said nothing. He knew that the count did not say to him.
"The Neapolitans will not go hungry," Modillo said in a voice so light that he needed to listen carefully, and then he laughed. "But you surprised me a lot. Many people never thought about it, even if someone found out I do n’t think how serious it is. The sea of ​​Naples is enough to feed a lot of people. "
Alexander nodded silently in response to the count's appreciation, and at this time he guessed that everything could really be under Modillo's control, and even that Naples faced a food shortage, perhaps it was caused by Modillo alone.
As for why he did this, although Alexander was not clear, he still speculated that it should be related to his delicate situation.
As the Earl of Naples that has been passed down for generations, the relationship between the Modillo family and the royal family is very strange. It is difficult to imagine how a king would think that his royal palace was built on other people ’s territory. If the owner of this territory It ’s a very restless Lord, it ’s really wonderful.
"Nice to meet you," said the count without warning. He stretched his arms around Alexander's shoulders and walked out, and said with a heartfelt tone, "If you can see Joe Sulnan, please help me Pay tribute to him. I know that he is an upright person. Although he misunderstood me a lot, I admire him very much. I still hope to be able to assist our King His Majesty with him, so if you see him, please substitute Convey my goodwill. "
Looking at the sincere look on Modillo's face, Alexander couldn't help but secretly figure out how much sincerity he had in these words.
Although he also believed that Modillo's views on Josulnan were quite pertinent, and that the king's teacher did indeed appear to be a very dedicated person, this does not mean that the two can be at peace with each other.
The palace of Naples is no more simple than Palermo.
Then he saw Miss Cosenza standing on the other side of the stone bridge.
Although the time was short, Ms. Rosa Kosenza had changed her clothes. At this time, she was wearing a water-blue dress. Although the weather was very hot, she still wore a top on her head and hung directly The long cap on the back, the inner brace lifted the ends of the tip of the cap, and she seemed to be taller than before.
Seeing the niece, the count walked over and hugged Miss Cosenza, then he turned back to Alexander with a helpless gesture and smiled and turned to leave.
Alexander didn't move. He knew that the Countess shouldn't be here just by hanging around.
Sure enough, as soon as Uncle went away, it seemed that Miss Cosenza, who was watching the river's fascination, walked slowly towards him.
"I should thank you for your help. I mean when I was in the garden before," Ruosha felt that her tone might be a little direct, and tried to soften it as much as possible, but she soon found it too uncomfortable, so she simply gave up Disguised "In fact, although I did not intentionally hit you, but you really helped me get rid of a lot of trouble. However, only I helped you there, so we have evened out."
Sure enough, Alexander secretly "hey", and since Miss Kosencha came forward for him, and then deliberately appeared so ambiguous, he knew that this seemingly innocent little girl did not look like her at all. Now it seems that in the garden she also used herself to get rid of the Prince Alfred.
"Okay, you did return me."
Alexandria didn't seem to care, but he was actually curious about this "sister", or George Modillo's sister George Anne Modillo's current husband.
Although I heard a lot about the Modillo family from Osborne, and the tailor seemed to have eaten away in Naples, so with his habit of inquiring various gossips, the rumors about George Anne should be returned It's reliable, but after all, it's a hearsay.
At least he did not hear from Osborne that George Anne later married and married Count Cosenza.
Maybe the wedding wasn't done when Osborne left Naples, maybe the tailor was negligent, or didn't even want to tell him at all.
This made Alexander feel that although the tailor chose to gamble on him, he could not fully believe what Osborne told him.
"I wonder if you came from Sicily?" Miss Cosenza asked casually as if curious. "But you don't seem to be from Sicily."
The Countess's doubts moved Alexander.
"No, I am not really a Sicilian," Alexander replied casually. "I have always lived in a monastery. This is not only the first time I leave Sicily, but also the first time I really go out."
"The monastery, that ’s not a good place. I have an uncle in the monastery. I do n’t think he will ever come out in his lifetime. But I think he should have suffered nothing in it. After all, every pastor I saw They all look fat. "
Miss Cosenza spoke unkindly about the church in a slightly disgusting tone. She looked really innocent, but Alexander believed this was definitely not her true face.
"I don't think my monastery is like this," Alexander was already sure that the countess had come to him for a purpose. Although she didn't know it was her own idea, she was instructed by her mother. This opportunity should be seized. "San Sebaron follows strict rules of doctrine, and asceticism and piety are the creed of San Sebaron."
"Oh, is your monastery called San Sebalon?" Miss Cosenza asked casually, her eyes flashing with inquiry, and she seemed really curious about Alexander's experience. "So you are a monk?"
"It used to be, maybe God wants to test me, now I have left the monastery."
Alexander deliberately said something ambiguous. He did n’t know the intention of the Countess, so he did n’t want to confess too many things so early, but he believed that as long as George Anne was not completely blinded by her brother, she should know Seballon. What it means to her.
If it was really George Anne Modillo who asked her daughter to test him, then it was certain that the lady should already know the possible whereabouts of her son, at least she should know where her brother sent the child to.
For someone like Modillo, arranging his sister to become another's mistress and using the newly born child as a bargaining chip in the future will not cause any guilt.
And what about the mother George Anne, Alexander is not clear.
Although George Anne, as Enrique ’s mistress, gave birth to a son, she is now the Countess of Cosenza.
For the illegitimate child who had never met since he was born, how many feelings he would have, or just like her brother, it was more about reporting utilitarian ideas. These speculations made Alexander have to guard against it.
And Alexander worried that if George Anne began to doubt his identity, she would immediately tell Modillo that this news would be passive for him who was not ready yet.
Because of this, Alexander felt it was better not to expose too much for the time being.
"It seems that your life is more exciting now than in a monastery. At least these two duels are enough to make you a celebrity in Naples."
Zuosha Kosencha put her hands behind her, so that her originally round but not very prominent chest highlighted a perfect curve, with the dazzling blonde hair and lake blue eyes, this The Countess was just as exquisite as an elf.
Alexander secretly reminded him not to be fooled by the appearance of the elf in front of him. From the little bit of what happened just now, he didn't doubt that in this body full of innocence and innocence, a not-so-loving heart was hidden.
"If you are talking about a duel with Prince Alfred, I think it is completely forced to be helpless," Alexander opened his hand. "And I think I was innocent from beginning to end, and because I offended a Naples. Prince, maybe my life will soon be hard. As for the Florentine, I do n’t think it is a glorious thing to duel with him, this is my duty. "
"You mean I put you in an awkward position?"
The countess stared at Alexander unpleasantly, and then she suddenly shook her head hard and turned to walk back and forth.
But after a few steps, she stopped, looked back at Alexander ’s face, and then said in a rather weird tone:
If you think you ’re in trouble, you can come to the Duran Palace often, or you can Stay in my territory for a while and believe that everything will pass soon. "
After saying this, Miss Cosenza smirked at Alexander, and no longer turned back to her mother's palace.
Is this an invitation?
Alexander thought about it, he did not know whether the invitation was made by his "sister", or he had already prepared it, but he knew that it would not be difficult for him to come to Dudran Palace in Modillo regularly, but let him It would be impossible to follow the mother and daughter of the Countess to their territory in Cosenza.
Imagine that it is already July, and two months later, Naples will undergo a change that will shake the country, and he can never leave the city.
Alexander was the last guest to leave the Duran Palace. When he walked out of the two bronze gates that will open tonight, he saw Mahimo and Uliu standing on the street.
Seeing the owner, the Moor ran quickly. He attentively took off the sword and the short cloak that he wore outside. Although these things are obviously very painful this season.
Then he handed Alexander the prepared glass of water.
Mahimo walked slowly, looking at Alexander curiously, as if to find something different.
After a while, seeing that Alexander ’s eyebrows were about to condense, he sighed and said, "My friend, although I want to tell you, you are famous this evening. Go anywhere to eat and drink casually, but you really have a big trouble this time. "
"I know, Prince Alfred." Alexander was a little helpless, but he didn't care too much. "Probably because of this, there should be no friendship between Duke Frederick and me ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Yeah, No one would have friendship with someone who beat his only child, "Mahimo sighed, but then he laughed." But this is really something to show off, just think about your defeat. As a prince, I think the whole world seems to be alive. "
Seeing Mahimo's excitement, Alexander could only shake his head and ignore him, defeating a prince and making him a celebrity in Naples, but then his trouble might come.
"We go home."
Alexander decided to return to the lookout before he had more trouble, and he did not believe that he would be so unlucky that he encountered bad things three times in a day.
It was a pity that his wish was obviously lost. As soon as he entered the pub, he saw two men in black robes.
This is the city inspector of Naples.
"Are you an adult from Gumbre from Sicily?" The city patrol officer answered with a deep voice, "There is unfortunate news that Lord Gondosa of Varash has just been assassinated."