Vol 2 Chapter 16: Ready to fight

At the beginning of the new moon, Alexander walked slowly on the street. Not far behind him, Mahimo and Uliu looked at Alexander in front and talked loudly.
"The host seems unhappy."
"I never saw him happy."
"How long have you been following the master, don't pretend to know everything."
"Of course I know, I can feel his heart, this is not what you can understand."
"You liar, besides cheating, cheating, drinking, and flattering."
"Moors, don't use your wooden head to speculate on my mind, you can't understand the great Mahimo's idea."
"Great Mahimo, don't you mean Mahimo who runs around naked all the time, isn't Mahimo who always makes her husband chase, and it seems that your monk's robe has a bad history? . "
"Moorish, do you want to humiliate me? Remember these words you now, one day you will be ashamed of these words, and the great Mahimo is not accountable to you."
Originally worried about Alexander, listening to the squabbling of the two people behind you, my mood suddenly got better.
He stopped and looked back, seeing that the two men's faces immediately gave him a flattering smile, and Alexander smiled slightly.
He raised his head to look at the deep night sky, the bright and crescent moon was like a silver hook, and a little starry light was looming, if he listened carefully, on this midsummer night, the boat song floating from the sea was like a dream, and it was touching.
How long has it been in this era?
Alexander recalled it, and was surprised to find out that it was only a few months.
But why does it feel like it has been a long time, that kind of long-term even gave him an illusion that everything in the past seemed to be illusory and true to dreams.
This is the best era and the worst era. Thinking of this phrase that has been used by countless people, Alexander feels as if he is making a footnote for himself.
So what kind of era is this?
This is the era of the French, the era of Aragon and Castilla, the era of many Italian monarchs and the pope, and it belongs to the far east, just like the meniscus empire that covers all the stars in the sky era.
Similarly, this also belongs to the era of art masters destined to shine on history in the future.
Alexander meditation of names one by one, some of these people are now well-known, and some are still unknown, but these people are destined to become part of this legendary era.
Unless, there is a certain force that will change all this.
Alexander took a deep breath, and the refreshing night breeze lifted him.
"We should go back," Alexander said to the two people. "Tomorrow we will have a lot to do."
"Is it about the invitation of the Earl of Naples?" Mahimo immediately came up. He shook the monk's robe vigorously. Although it was somewhat regrettable because there was no Roman-style shawl that could be thrown behind the shoulder, he tried to make himself look more Be more solemn. "If it is for this, as your accompanying monk, I suggest you still be cautious, the man of Earl of Naples ..."
Speaking of this, Mahimo stopped and pondered the wording before continuing: "It is said that this adult's reputation is very special, many Naples are scolding him, but more people read him well. And it is said that Modi The Luo family has always had a bad relationship with the royal family, which is a troublesome character. "
Alexander was surprised to look at Mahimo, but he did not expect that this guy who ate and drank everywhere seemed to be very familiar with the aristocrats in Naples. Although the news sounds a bit general, he can come to blacken him now. Say, but it is really useful.
As for how much Mahimo said is true, Alexander did not care much.
Even the so-called rigorous official history may become unrecognizable after many years, not to mention such things as rumours in the market today.
But even so, Mahimo ’s words are still very important to Alexander, at least these rumors show what influence the Modillo family had in Naples.
Thinking about this Earl of Naples, he remembered another Modillo, a fat man who he still thought was imprisoned in the basement of the Monastery of San Sebaron.
The reason why Alexander did not rashly tell Count Modillo what he called his "identity" is because of the existence of this fat man.
In his view, the crazy Modillo is always a hidden danger. This hidden danger is like an iron needle that can't stop wandering on the water. I don't know when it will burst a blister.
There was another thing that kept him out of his mind. Alexander thought he was cautious when he thought that Kunto was originally going to meet someone who was suddenly attacked and killed, and they were attacked in the fishing village late at night and then pursued. Is the best,
He didn't dare, and he couldn't believe anyone easily, even if this person was the fat uncle, and even the birth of the fat man was planned by him, but Alexander still felt that he needed to be cautious.
"Tomorrow evening the count asked me to go to his house for a feast," Alexander said casually, and then saw Mahimo's mouth wide open like a stranded salmon. "So we have to prepare."
"Of course, my friend, you have to wear the best clothes. Know that the Banquet of the Modillo family is the favorite of the Neapolitan people, even the banquet of the Uncle Wang family, but your clothes are too simple. By the way, I ’m not saying that simplicity is bad, but it ’s not like this,
Mahimo stepped up and almost affixed him to Alexander carefully, and then he suddenly smiled.
Trust me, I can help you.

Then, it did n’t take long before the entrance of the "Lookout Whistle" tavern sounded a slightly exaggerated long voice unique to Brother Mahimo: "Bar, my old friend, I'm back ~"
"Damn, you dare to come back!"
The pub owner roared and rushed out from behind the counter, and then rushed towards the sergeant Mahimo who leaned on the door frame like a door crash!
"What the are you doing!" The frightened Masimo immediately turned around and ran out of the tavern. He ran down the steep steps all the way while he couldn't turn around and called out to the boss of the tavern he was chasing. "You Who is this, who offended you Barr. "
"It's you!" The pub owner was furious, but unfortunately, his huge body made him walk on the steps, and he couldn't catch up with the long-awaited Mahimo who had evaded and hunted down. "You owe me a wine debt and stole me. The monk's robe dedicated to the monastery, and still sleeping with my sister, I won't let you go today! "
"Barr, what are you talking about, you bastard!" Mahimo suddenly stopped and turned around. He looked at him in disbelief as he watched the pub owner who rushed all the way down and couldn't stop the momentum. Strangely stretched out a leg.
In an instant, a scream that rang through the street floated across the street. When the wife of the pub owner ran out with the skirt on, he saw her husband lying on the steps upside down, next to him, monk Masimo looked. He looked down at him seriously, and at the same time he sternly said: "You actually think I will do something to your sister. Are you insulting me or insulting your sister? Don't you know that reputation is for anyone It ’s the most precious. But you do n’t care about it at all. You would rather sacrifice your sister ’s reputation because you hate me. How could you be such a person, Barr, I ’m so disappointed with you! "
"You fell asleep my sister ..."
"What are you talking about!" Mahimo interrupted his words. "Don't you think it's an insult to God's servants to say this? Look at what I'm wearing."
"That's what I want to dedicate to ..."
"Dedicated to God's servant, so I put on this robes to pray for God's grace. You should be proud of this."
"You still owe me money ..."
"So you would rather frame your sister's reputation because of this trivial matter?" Mahimo painted a cross on his chest in distress. "My God, look at this person, why did you let this person Falling into such a state will not save his soul! Isn't our piety and sacrifice enough? "
The pub owner, who had fallen into a mess, stared blankly at Mahimo, who was pounding his chest on top of his head, and he felt ashamed for a moment, his face flushed with sweat and guilt, sweating until his wife put him Helping him up, he was ashamed to look down at Mahimo's face with his head down.
"May God forgive you, the lost lamb," Mahimo said helplessly. He raised his hand and paused before tapping the pub owner ’s shoulder twice, and then ended the shame of the pub owner with a sigh. Rebuke "let's go in, something to tell you, right, call your sister out, don't look at me like that, you make me blush with you, I found some work for her."
Watching the obedient follow Mahimo into the back of the pub owner, Uliu pointed his finger blankly, and finally failed to say something.
"It's really an interesting person." Alexander, who was also watching this scene, was dumbfounded, and he really didn't expect to meet such an interesting person.
Many times, Mahimo ca n’t believe what he said, and sometimes he does n’t even know what he said is true.
But this time Mahimo talked and counted.
The pub owner ’s sister was greeted, and after Mahimo kept talking about the match, the girl happily went out of the house and brought back several young women of her age and clips A bulging package under the arm.
Opened the package, a lot of various laces, lace corners were cut, and the pieces of fabric, which were quite expensive although not shaped, shook on the table.
"Come on girls, let the men look at our skills." The sister of the tavern greeted loudly, and then a group of young women began to live around Alexander.
"Look, what a beautiful young man, it's too shabby to wear."
"But the fabric of his clothes is really good, and these buttons are actually black pearls."
"It's still too shabby, the collar of the jacket is not equipped with lace, and there is no tassel on the boots. You know that I have seen a master who has only a dozen styles on the lining of various patterns on the robe. "
"That's really a rich man, but I have seen a lady who actually wore a mink fur-lined robe, and even was scolded by this church book official for this."
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Several women were nagging around Alexander while they were busy, they would tie a silk scarf to him, and then they would use a wide belt that they didn't know how to put together around his waist.
When I heard that I was going to the banquet of the Earl of Modillo, a woman immediately turned over the boxes and emptied several roots. Although some of them were damaged, as long as you carefully trim the feathers that look passable, these different colors of feathers Was repeatedly inserted into a slanting hat that is said to be equipped for the next banquet ~ EbookFREE.me ~ As for the origin of this hat, I looked at a pair of trouser legs that appeared to be cut from a certain dress on the table, Alexander wisely asked no exit.
In short, everything looked smooth and everything was well prepared. When Uliu solemnly hung the saber that Alexander contributed to the handle of Mahimo, everyone in the room expressed a heartfelt sigh.
"This is really a masterpiece of ours," Masimo's pious hands clasped and thanked God for the inspiration he gave him, and then he stepped forward, holding Alexander's hand and kissing slightly "Thank you for saving me in the quarry , This is my reward to you. "
Looking at the swindler in front of him, Alexander stretched out his hand and pressed it gently on his shoulder, then bent down and whispered in his ear: "Listen, no matter what you used to do, you can still I have n’t lied to me. I said in the quarry that you are my accompanying priest. If you want, this promise is still valid. "
Mahimo looked up at Alexandria as if he didn't understand it. Then he lowered his head again and kissed Alexander's hand gently: "Then I will be your accompanying priest from now on."
Alexander nodded slightly, he looked at Uliu, who was next to him, and stretched out his hand to him.
The young Moors embraced with both hands and performed an oriental homage, and then respectfully took Alexander's left hand and kissed the back of his hand.
"So let's face it all together," Alexander said with a few unheard voices, raising the tone "Ready to fight."
After coming to this world alone, he now has two men of his own.
Alexander Juliant Gumbre ’s road is still very long.