Vol 2 Chapter 62: Fame

Food, what the Naples are most concerned about now is food!
When a cart of food appeared on the streets of Naples, people heard cheers from the news!
Horse carriages, donkey carts, ox carts, and even sheep carts. Large and small vehicles traveled on the street. The high baskets piled up on the carts could not shake. The golden wheat grains exposed from the cracks of the baskets looked like gold Generally, people's eyes are stimulated by the sun, and the people who drive cars are high-spirited. From time to time, they also make gestures to the people on the street, and some whistle at the beautiful women, but no one is angry. The bohemians who drove the bus cheered loudly, and some women even threw headscarves, veils or jewelry down the window!
The people in Naples are crazy, people are chasing the team forward, and more and more people are hearing the news. The team is like a huge vortex that is attractive. The Neapolitan people seem to be sucked by this vortex The incoming fish follow the grain transport team towards the center of the city.
Hunger has made many people's eyes blue. If it wasn't for the bohemians who drove the car, it looked very unpleasant. Someone would have rushed to grab the wheat in the car.
The convoy passed through the old city during the Roman period, and the new palace in the distance has been remembered. As the street widens, the convoy becomes more and more difficult to advance, because more people have heard the news, and finally the street is completely blocked People are cheering like a pilgrimage on the convoy carrying grain!
Someone kept asking loudly where these people came from and how much food they had brought.
"From Agry, but we are not farming," a Bohemian in front of the team said proudly to the Neapolitans surrounding him. "It's not that we can't do farm work. We are warriors. Pitchforks are even better. "
"How much food did you send?"
"Enough is enough, if we don't have so many vehicles, we can send more food," the Bohemians arrogantly pointed their thumbs back. "Look, these foods are from us Cosenza sent, there will be more later. "
"How many people are there enough to eat bread?"
People eagerly asked, and finally the team's road was blocked.
"Let us go, hurry up," the Bohemians started to become impatient. "The man said that we must send the food today, otherwise it will give us good-looking, if you want to know more things to go Ask the guy behind, he will be willing to tell you more things, and now let me go. "
The Bohemian threat had little effect. On the contrary, when it was heard that more food would arrive, a loud cheer erupted from the crowd.
"Agri's food! It was the Count of Cosenza who brought the food!" Someone shouted excitedly.
"It's Agry's food, but it's not the Earl of Cosenza who sent you the food, but my master!"
A young monk wearing a monk robe but closing his mouth and shouting that he has a master, standing on a pile of food in a carriage, shouted to the people below "When my master heard that the Naples were facing a When he was hungry, he began to prepare for this day. He even spared a lot of money to let those Bohemians use their war horses as cowboys in order to send more food to Naples. "
"Who is your master? Isn't Agry the territory of the Earl of Cosenza?" Someone asked doubtfully.
"You, who listens to this?" The monk shouted to the man with a questioning tone. "The fields of the Agrig Plain are now guarded by my master. In order to protect this field, he leads us and the enemy Fighting also hired brave Bohemians as warriors. "
"Have all the food been sent by you?" Someone shouted again, "Who is your master? Why do you still have to fight, have the pagans already hit Agrie?"
"I don't know where the heretics are, but there are people who really want to take away Agry's food, the food you see now that will keep you from starving!" Seeing more and more people gather There are quite a few people who are crazy to jump on the highest ground of the carriage and shout to the surroundings shouting, "I ca n’t tell you who this enemy is, but my master, the messenger of the Sicilian kingdom on the other side of the lighthouse, has the lighthouse guard Lord Alexander Juliant Gumbre, who is known as the Lord, saved Agrig's fields. He ordered us to send precious food to the Naples and his friendship to the Naples. "
"Who is this Alexander?"
"Sicily's messenger? That person is not a Neapolitan? How could he be in Agrig?"
"Is Agry's food enough for the entire Neapolitan?"
More doubts flowed from all directions to Mahimo. Looking at the spectacular scene of the head below, Mahimo immediately felt trembling, but not excited because of fear, he stood on the grain stack like a cross. He stretched his arms slowly and turned around so that everyone on the street could see him.
"My host is a noble adult. He has no requirements for the Neapolitans. He only hopes to be a messenger that will make the brotherhood on both sides of the lighthouse even more."
"Tell us how much food there is?" Someone asked loudly and impatiently, and immediately got a response from countless people. "Tell us, will Agry send more food?"
Mahimo raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the interrogation sound from the crowd: "Good question, I can tell you what my master told me, he said to me 'Tell the people of Naples, Agri The food on the plain is enough for them to be able to eat every meal, if they are not afraid of breaking their big belly. "
Mahimo's words immediately aroused cheers, and people shouted a name: Alexandre Juliant Gumbre, the messenger from Sicily, the name of the benefactor who brought food to the Naples, and more hope. !
At this moment, someone suddenly asked loudly in the crowd: "Monk, who is the enemy you are talking about? Is it Modillo, is he going to starve all of us?"
The crowd was quiet for a while, and then suddenly a huge wave broke out, and many people shouted: "That's right, Modillo, the shameful traitor, he was going to starve all of us and let the king sentence him to death. , Hang him on the city gate! "
People kept roaring and looking at Mahimo who was standing on the food truck, just waiting for him to say "yes", they would rush to the noble house, forcing the nobles to immediately execute the people who had made the whole city. Hate the person in the bone.
"What are you talking about?" But the monk's answer to them was filled with anger and anger. "How can you say your benefactors like that, the Neapolitans can't tell the basic good and evil because of hunger?" ?"
Mahimo questioned this first, then shouted to the following people with all his strength: "Do you know what Count Modillo has done for you, do you know who would rather bear the infamy to find food for the Naples, you Knowing who asked for help from my master again and again, so that my master understands the crisis facing Naples? "
"Is it Earl?" Someone in doubt asked not far away.
"Of course it is him, Lord Modillo, the Earl of Naples!" Mahimo struggled with a fist. "My lord heard from the Earl of the famine that is happening in Naples, and the Earl proposed that he would pay the price of food with his own money , Just to make every Neapolitan not hungry at this time.
The words of Mahimo made the people around the convoy suddenly confused, they looked at each other in amazement, and at a time did not know who to listen to.
After all, people just shouted to hang the wicked traitor, but now the monk told them that the person they hated was actually the hero who saved the whole city, which really made them unacceptable.
"Look at these grains!" Modillo stomped the thick piles of grain under his feet. "As a servant of God, I will not lie, and even these grains will not lie. Do you think that I am lying after eating these grains and making bread?" ?"
"Yes, food will not lie!"
Someone responded loudly, and at the same time people's eyes became more and more heated.
Standing in the car, Mahimo pointed to the distance: "Let us go to the palace to see the king, and then the food is yours. Naples, I assure you in the name of Master Alexander Juliant Gumbre , You will not be hungry anytime soon! "
The cry of joy rang through the streets again, and people surrounded the convoy as if they were guarding the relics and began to move towards the palace.
Although it is known that Ferdinand is critically ill, people still hope that the king will hear the good news at this time, and maybe a miracle will happen.
With this mentality, as the people gathered from different tributaries poured out from the streets and alleys, they surrounded the convoy slowly but moved like an unstoppable torrent in the direction of the palace, so that a small group of cavalry troops appeared in the city. When trying to stop them on the street in front of the palace, he quickly turned and ran away because of fear of giving up his responsibility.
"Go to the king and tell him the good news!"
Mahimo shouted loudly to the people below, listening to the waves of people echoing the shouting, and the monk suddenly felt that the whole person had to swell.
Another larger group of cavalry came to the team, and they looked at the crowd walking forward uncomfortably, because they didn't know what happened, and they didn't know what to do for a while.
A horn sounded, and a knight in gorgeous armor crossed the line and came to the front. When he saw Mahimo, the young knight showed a confused look because he felt familiar.
"Salute to you, respected prince," Mahimo recognized Alfred at a glance. "I am my master, Master Gombray salutes you."
Mahimo's words immediately caused another round of cheers, but Alfred's face became ugly.
"That Gumbre, what is he going to do?"
"My master just brought food for the Neapolitans," Mahimo was standing tall, so when he looked down at Alfred, there was no nervousness, perhaps because there were countless people around him. His eyes were staring at him, and the sudden impulse of people made him continue to shout loudly, "His Royal Highness, please don't stop our team, the Naples are starving."
Massimo's words once again caused a wave of echoes from the people. Alfred's face was gloomy. Although Alexander sent people to send food, when he heard that Alexander's people publicly defended Modillo on the street, even if there was no His father's talent, but Alfred also realized that things were going to be worse!
He sent cavalry to try to stop the convoy of food, but the cavalry quickly fled back and Alfred had to go out in person. He knew that the noble house was questioning Modillo at the time. The food team is likely to disrupt his father's plan.
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"No one can pass! The House of Lords is holding an important meeting," Alfred ordered loudly. He waved to the cavalry behind him and ordered them to form a human wall forward. "Anyone who tries to pass is considered a rebellion!"
A burst of dissatisfaction broke out in the crowd. People did not know what was going on, why the food team was stopped, and they did not know why the prince was so hostile to the people who brought them food.
The crowd couldn't stop moving forward, but the city's sharp spears prevented them from moving forward. Complaints appeared in the crowd, and then the complaint became louder and louder. Someone jumped on the low building next to the distance The people kept shouting and telling them what happened, which caused even greater dissatisfaction!
There was already sweat on Alfred's head, not because of the heat but because of the tension, he strictly ordered the cavalry around him to stand firm, and ordered the person to quickly report what happened here to his father. The identity of the Duke and the heir to the future throne will surely calm these people who are about to see a riot.
But everything seems to be too late!
Just when the person he sent left, Alfred suddenly saw a strangely dressed cavalry rushing out of the other party's food team!
The cavalry horse was fast, and the whole person was almost completely attached to the horse. The short distance between the two sides did not even wait for Alfred to warn that the cavalry had rushed in front of him!
With his arms raised, Alfred only had time to see the dark beard on the man's face flashing in front of his eyes. With Xueliang's knife falling down in front of his eyes, Alfred, wearing a heavy armor, made a horrible hiss with the crotch horse De has been cut off from the horse's head with a knife, and still planted on the headless horse carcass with blood spattering!
Almost as soon as Alfred planted the warhorse, a group of bohemians who were originally grooms screamed and rushed towards the terrified city defense army!
The formation of the City Defense Army, which is not even the regular army of Naples, failed in a single instant and was completely dispersed by the sturdy Bohemians!
Under the bohemian shock of the Bohemians, the city defense forces huddled together chaotically, but they were then torn apart by Bohemian mercenaries who rushed from all around.
Although the Bohemians did not have a killer, the City Defense Army, which was hit by the back of a heavy knife or was directly overturned from the horse, was still tragic, and they were in a state of embarrassment under the tornado of Bohemia. It's unbearable, it was the shouting cheers from the people of Naples!
Because of the protection of the armor, Alfred was not injured, but his heart was a little cold, when he understood that the people were cheering for the Bohemians defeating Naples ’own army, even if he was not completely Understand how horrible this cheering is, but also know that things are really bad.
When the Bohemian who cut off the horse's head with a knife came back to him, Alfred only realized that in just a few moments, his city defense army had "completely annihilated" and he did not dare to mess up or because he did not The soldiers who broke their bones and groaned when they were unlucky and lay down were lying on the floor. At this time, the grain transport team began to go to the palace like a torrent of water under the loud command of the abominable monk!
"In the name of my master, Lord Gumbre, I am willing to be responsible for everything that happened just now," Mahimo shouted to the crowd. "But even if I want to cure my sins, I will also fulfill the mission entrusted to me by the master. Those belonging to the people of Naples, go to the palace to meet the king! "
"Go to the palace! See the king !!!"
Countless people shouted to join the team. At this time, for the Neapolitans, this food team no longer knew it was bringing them food and bread, but a kind of spiritual pillar that no one could tell what exactly included. Hunger had already let them It took too long to vent, and Frederick's repression of the rioting people made them feel very depressed.
So when they saw that the Bohemians had taught the City Defence Force hard, they not only did not get angry, but cheered. For a time, this grain transport team from Agry became not only a hope to get them out of hunger. Has become the most reliable ally.
No one went to see Alfred, who was dragged to the side of the road by a few embarrassed followers, and people shouted past the prince.
At this moment, Alfred accidentally discovered that the monk pulled two flags from a cloth bag, one side had the familiar Modillo family coat of arms, and the other was a very strange banner.
Both flags were inserted high on the highest grain stack. At one time, all the people around the grain truck seemed to surrender under the two flags, and as the crowd behind the convoy spread back, people 'S attention began to be attracted by the flag on the nonstop food truck.
It was at this time that the nobles in the noble house heard the waves, they began to become uneasy, and some people had even begun to look for the back door where they could escape.
This is because as the wave got closer, they could clearly hear what people were shouting: Go to the palace! See the king!
These are not the reasons for the nobles to panic, what really disturbed them, and the people kept shouting: Gombray! Modillo! And the truth!
Who is Gumbre? Most people do n’t know, but starting today, this person ’s name will definitely be a household name in Naples, even louder than many nobles.
What about Modillo, the count who claims to have a family that is older than the royal family is now facing their question or trial!
This made the nobles completely panicked.
They understand that people may not really need the truth, or that they don't care if Modillo is wronged, all they want is hunger and the long-pressed vent.
But they are now trying to judge one of Naples' oldest nobles and people who might become heroes in the minds of the people.
There was sweat on Frederick's forehead. He knew how terrible the violent people were, and he knew better what kind of disaster it would be for him to succeed to the throne in the future if he could not appease the Naples' emotions at this time.
His eyes turned to Modillo who was standing opposite.
After the news came out, the man who had been generously speaking was silent. He even closed his eyes. His hands were twisted and he was said to have been brought back from Rome. Among them, several rosary beads with holy bones raised their spirits.
"Count, don't you think you should explain what is happening now?"
Frederick could no longer care about the others, he knew he had lost.
Although he didn't know what the tax collector did in Cosenza, when news of Kaiser's attempt to overthrow his father but failed miserably, Frederick knew that the tax collector should have failed.
But he didn't think Modillo had won at that time, but still thought that at least in this way, Cosenza would be in a state of civil unrest, then the famine in Naples would still be unstoppable.
Then he still has the opportunity to start to touch the bottom floor.
But things didn't develop as he imagined. He didn't even know what went wrong, why Modillo became a hero at once.
Frederick was puzzled, but he knew that what was more important now was to compromise with Modillo.
The Duke walked to Modillo and said in a very low voice: "Tell me what conditions do you want to make to let this go?"
Modillo finally opened his eyes, and he saluted Frederick respectfully: "Adult, if you don't say anything, you won't believe it, then I will make my request now."
Frederick took a deep breath, and he was ready to let Modillo take a bite.
Compared with the crown, any sacrifice is worth it!
But when he heard Modillo's condition, his face was surprised.
Frederick looked at Modillo with strange eyes, as if guessing the real intention of his condition, but the increasingly loud waves outside gave him no time.
"Now let us all meet the Naples together."
Modillo gently nipped the folds on the flat robe, and then walked out of the hall in all the different expressions of noble looks.
The noble house is located opposite the royal palace, and the convoy must pass the street in front of the noble house to enter the royal palace.
When the team came to the aristocracy, the guards guarding the aristocracy almost collapsed.
They had heard of Alfred and his cavalry, and the timid guards were scared when they saw the fierce and fierce Bohemians, who were as terrible as the barbarians, approaching them. Retreat to the building of the noble house.
At this moment, the door of the noble house opened!
When Modillo and Frederick walked out of the gate together, the originally noisy crowd could not help but quietly.
The majesty of the royal family and the influence of the oldest nobles made the people feel oppressed at this moment.
But this silence was only momentary, and when Mahimo stepped out of the crowd and climbed the steps of the noble house, the crowd began to surge forward.
"Sir, according to the order of my master, Alexander Juliant Gumbre, I was ordered to bring wheat from the Agri Plains to the Naples, and now I ask that I be allowed to go to the palace to report this to the king.
Massimo's words made people hold their breath, they were waiting, they wanted to know who would admit it all.
Under the watch of countless people, Frederick took a step forward.
Suddenly there was another commotion in the crowd, and everyone's eyes turned to Modillo.
But the count was calm, and there was no strangeness.
"I, Frederick of Naples, accept the precious wheat that your master brought to Naples," Frederick was surprised with the same face, and couldn't help looking at the Earl's Mahimo. "At the same time, I also used the royal family Thank you to my friend Count Modillo of Naples for his generosity and selflessness to help us all. "
Frederick's words caused a sudden burst of noise in the crowd, and everyone's eyes turned to Modillo again.
There is no doubt that Frederick is announcing Modillo's innocence.
At this moment, Frederick turned his head slightly to look at Modillo ~ EbookFREE.me ~ When he saw his definite nod, Frederick looked at Mahimo with a slightly weird look and said: " In order to express my gratitude to your master, I would like to make another public announcement here, thanking Alexander Juliant Gumbre of Agri for everything he has done. "
For a little while, Mahimo had not fully reacted. In fact, he was still immersed in speculation about why the Duke instead of the Earl announced the receipt of the food team. It was not until the nearby nobles whispered that he suddenly realized The meaning of Trey's words.
Agri's Gombre!
Mahimo opened his mouth at once, without waiting for what he said, Modillo said: "Now you can go back and tell your master who he is."
After listening to this inexplicable word, Mahimo was about to speak. Suddenly, a bell came from the direction of the palace!
The crowd was quiet for a while, and then the cries of the tide suddenly sounded!
Everyone knows what happened at this moment.
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