Vol 2 Chapter 26: Before traveling

Returning from the Duyran Palace to the Lookout Tavern, Alexander sent away the two guards who always followed him. This is why he was going to see Ruosha. By leaving the tavern, he attracted the guards. It is easy to find.
As a messenger of Sicily, of course he cannot do nothing every day, and as he becomes the only messenger of the Aragonese after Gondosa's death, more and more people will visit him. This requires early preparation.
Although Bruni bleeds a lot of blood, the injury is not very serious, but the body is weak.
Alexander was still satisfied with his trip to the Duran Palace.
In addition to being able to leave Naples with the permission of Zuosha, it was finally possible to slowly approach Lady George Anne.
Although the erosion of the lady ’s life was a bit unexpected, Alexander felt that it did n’t really matter, after all.
Generally speaking, the Renaissance is a very unique era. The old is broken, and new ideas emerge like an unstoppable sprout. Although there are people as conservative as Savonarola, it is more about the new Life and the desire of the world.
But like all new eras facing change in history, the new things that come with all kinds of restless desires always have two extremes, good and bad.
The fanatical pursuit of advocating art also stimulated people's pursuit of senses, while indulging in the desire for nature, it also inspired people's desire to suppress for a long time.
The game of love between men and women has become an increasing number of people who are happy about this, and there are countless noble women such as George Anne who support lovers, while men are proud of having enough mistresses, even claiming to be pious The priests who kept the chastity also openly raised a large number of mistresses.
The most famous is the current Pope Alexander VI, who not only has many women around him, but also uses his power to openly seek benefits and status for his most beloved illegitimate children.
Mrs. George Anne is clearly no different from the extravagant ladies of this era. She used her or her husband ’s money to openly raise a little white face, and it seems that there is more than one. Even this kind of thing that is regarded as a rarity and ordinary thing does not evade her. daughter.
But she still loves Ruosha very much. Alexander can see that although she is deeply trapped in the quagmire of desire, she still hopes that her daughter will not be like her. And, he is also full of vigilance against Alexander, a young man who is close to his daughter.
Or not just on alert, Alexander looked at Mahimo while changing the dressing for Bruni, and deliberately, apparently she already had doubts about Alexander ’s identity, even if she had not been sure that Alexander was her and Enrique ’s son, but it was just a little A small suspicion is enough to make her look at the exchange of young people with vigilance.
After all, there are very few fathers like Alexander VI who are happy with the "enthusiasm" of their children. The enthusiasm between the pope's children is enough to doubt whether it has exceeded human relations, even if it is far in Sicily. It has already been heard in Alexander ’s ears. Perhaps this rumor also stimulated Mrs. George Anne. She obviously did not want that terrible thing to happen between her children.
Even now she just doubts Alexander's identity.
But Mrs. George Anne ’s actions caused some trouble, but Alexander found something that pleased him.
Obviously, Mrs. George Anne has not told her brother Modillo about the suspicions about him, which not only relieved Alexander, but also gave him greater convenience.
Ruosha decided to go to Cosenza two days later, on the grounds that she was tired of living at her uncle's house.
Alexander did not know the purpose of Modillo's keeping George Anne's mother and daughter around. Maybe he was thinking of using his niece's marriage to seek his benefits, but so far, Ruosha was still free. This immediately allowed her servants to pack their luggage. It's not necessary to tell Modillo to see it first.
"We will leave in two days, so his wounds should get better as soon as possible." Alexander said to Mahimo who was washing his hands in a clay pot. The room was full of strong wine, which was originally a very hot summer, mixed with burnt The smell of spirits and sweat, the air looks muddy and unpleasant.
"It should be possible in two days," Mahimo patted wet shoulders leaning on Bruny's shoulders at the head of the bed. "He was strong, and the Aragonese were not hurt. Although the wounds were a bit rotten, they could be cleaned up. There is no problem with bad meat. "
"Bite." Alexander handed a piece of bite wood to Belluny, and then picked up the still-hot iron jug. Just as the Florentine had just opened his mouth to bite the stick, Alexander suddenly stretched out his left hand and pressed his Mouth, while the two have n’t reacted, the hot wine in the hip flask has been poured directly on Belluni ’s wound!
"Uh ~~!"
The momentary great pain made Belluny's eyes suddenly open, almost squeezed out of his eyes, his body trembling, the muscles of the two arms bound to the bed soared, and the bed board creaked as he struggled. The creaking noise.
"That's it," Alexander said to the same breathless, gasping Mahimo. "Hurry up, and start working immediately before his pain has passed. You must clean up the wound. After two days, if If I ca n’t leave, I will hand him over to the Naples. "
Mahimo nodded a little bit hard. He used to be beaten by those jealous husbands, so he also had some experience in dealing with injuries, but he felt that Alexander's treatment of patients was more brutal than those terrible doctors.
"It's very hot." Looking at the skin that had been scalded with red wine by the spirits, Mahimo began to wonder if he had to learn to be better.
"At least alive, if he continues to inflame his wounds, maybe he won't wait to leave Naples, we have to find a way to deal with his body."
Alexander said casually. He went to the window and looked outside. The lookout post allowed him to overlook most of the cities and ports and looked at the sea. Alexander's heart was a little lost.
Uliu went out to inquire again, but every time he brought back news, he was disappointed.
The ship carrying Sophia seems to have disappeared out of thin air like this. There is no news about the whereabouts of the ship, nor about the people and cargo on the ship. Alexander sometimes even thinks that even if the ship is sinking, at least there should be someone Found the wreckage of the ship and drifting things, because there is a very busy voyage from Sicily to Naples, how could the passing ship not find such a big target.
Alexander sighed secretly, and the scene he saw when he was thrown into the ship by gunpowder explosion was always lingering in his mind. Sophia's figure with a crossbow and a gun in hand was still emerging, which made his thoughts of her more intense.
"No matter where you are, no matter what you encounter, I must find you whenever possible." Alexander vowed secretly.
When Count Modillo returned to the Duyran Palace, he saw a busy scene of servants turning over the boxes.
When the younger sister said that Ruo Sha was about to return to Cosenza's territory, the count showed displeasure.
"Don't she know that it's a big time for our family now?" Modillo complained to Mrs. George Anne. "I just came back from the palace, and that Josulnan dared to confront me face to face. It used to be impossible even a few days ago, but now because of the death of an Aragonese, those people took the opportunity to oppose me. "
"Has the Florentine caught it?" Mrs. George Anne didn't care much about the current situation. Over the years, she had seen Modillo solve such troubles many times, and she believed that this time would not disturb him.
"No, someone has seen the man injured, so it is certain that someone in Naples is helping him, otherwise he cannot hide for so long."
"I heard that the Florentine had a duel with the Sicilian messenger before?" Mrs. George Anne asked casually. "Then he killed the Gondosa again. It seems that this man really has a hatred with the Aragonese. "
"If this is the case, then he should go to the king or Frederick, they are the real Aragon family." Modillo snorted, although they are all ambiguous with the French, but he had a relationship with Savonaro The people sent by Lara did not like it, but now trouble has found him. It seems that everyone thinks that person is related to him, and even some people suggest that Gondosa's death is also related to him.
As far as he knows, some Aragonese in Naples are ready to move. If it is not for the power he possesses to make those people scrupulous, the Aragonese may have come to the door.
"The Sicilian messenger came to see Rusha today," Madam George Anne said, staring at her brother's face. "He seems to be interested in Rusha."
"Then he was really overwhelmed," Modillo responded casually, and then his pace gradually slowed down until he stopped completely. "That young man, come to see Shaosha?"
Mrs. George Anne tried to make herself look as natural as possible. The woman's natural acting skills showed up at this time: "Yes, he asked to be able to hunt in the territory of Cosenza, and Ruosha had already agreed to his request."
"So you're preparing something?" Modillo looked at the busy servants around him.
"Luosha seems to like this young man a little." Speaking of this, George Anne was a little flustered. She didn't know why she was inexplicably disturbed when she thought of her daughter's dealings with the young man.
"She's still young, and she doesn't know what it's like," Modillo said dismissively. "But I don't think it's a bad thing to be able to interact with that young man. Although he is a Sicilian, he is also a messenger of Aragon , Which is good for our current situation. "
George Anne opened her mouth to say something but eventually did not say anything. She knew that her brother could not be questioned, just like when she was given to Enrique IV of Castile as a gift. In Modillo's eyes, whether it was a sister or a niece, it was just a tool for his ambition.
But this aroused the disgust of George Anne. Although she didn't open her mouth, she made her heart more firm that she couldn't let her daughter become a prop for his brother to seek power.
"I don't like that Sicilian," despite the suspicion that was hard to shake, George Anne said, "He looks too young, brother. You know young people are always more likely to be driven by desire."
"But he is useful to me now," Modillo said disapprovingly. "A lot of people said that I participated in the murder of the Aragonese messenger. Now I want to show them how I treat the Aragonese messenger. Ruosha is really my lovely My niece, it ’s a great time to invite that Gombray to her territory at this time. "
George Anne shook her head silently. She knew it was a decision. The result made her unhappy, and an unclear unclear uneasiness made her suffocated.
Two days later, the arrest of the Florentines remained inconclusive, and people began to speculate that the murderer might have left Naples or was hidden by someone.
The latter suspect is Modillo.
Belluni's injury has improved, although his body is still a bit weak, but he can already walk on crutches.
This made Mahimo happy, but also worried.
"Sir, are we really going to leave with that Miss Cosenza?" The monk asked worriedly. "It's been said that Count Modillo is related to the death of the Aragonese. Is it dangerous for us to leave with them?" ? "
"Relax, sometimes too dangerous but safe."
Listening to this specious answer, Mahimo was a little stunned.
"Mahimimo, have you thought about what you will do in the future?" Alexander suddenly asked, regardless of the monk's stunned face, he continued: "Don't you want to be a great Mahimo one day like you said To become a truly knowledgeable and respected person? "
Mahimo opened his mouth. He felt a little dizzy in his mind. He often said these inspiring words to others, but why would someone tell him today.
"If you really want to realize those dreams one day, follow me."
Alexander looked at Masimo's blinking eyes. He knew that this person might be too clever, so he would never believe people easily, or that he would not believe others at all.
Sure enough, Mahimo, who was awake from the accident and trance of the beginning, showed a smooth smile: "Adult, am I not following you now? I know I have caused you a lot of trouble, but please believe me, I Will definitely repay you. "
"I believe you will repay me," Alexander looked at Uliu, who was ready to go, and stood up. He looked at Mahimo's eyes with a slow but very powerful voice, and said, "But I don't need to repay like this. You can give it, so I hope that one day you will be a proud person to repay me. "
Mahimo looked at Alexander indifferently. He vaguely seemed to understand the meaning of Alexander, but he was afraid that he might get wrong and suffer.
The monk thought so deliriously until Wuliu held the jug in front of him.
"This wine is terrible." Mahimo smelled the spirit with a strange, spicy smell.
"Alcohol can cover up the smell," Uliu said, throwing some wine on Mahimo's monk's robe. "You want the Florentine to drink two more. It's best to get drunk. He looks too serious. . "
"Okay, okay," Mahimo walked helplessly with a hip flask to Bellouny, who was standing on crutches and trying to stand upright. If you say that drinking is depraved, you are not a pagan. "
Belluni frowned, but said nothing. He knew he was in danger.
Although he still doesn't like the Sicilian, he doesn't want to hurt others because of himself.
"Drink more, drink more," Mahimo laughed at Belluni's bite, "You should really enjoy life, IMHO, even though Savonarola is indeed Admired person, but I think I will probably not be a believer in my whole life, because it is too painful. "
Mahimo's words made Belluny's face uncomfortable. He stopped to argue with his friends, but after only a few words, his tongue began to stiffen.
As his eyes became more and more cloudy, Belluni's body trying to maintain a balance gradually became obedient.
When Mahimo found that the situation was a bit wrong, Belluni already leaned back and fell on the bed.
The door opened, and Mahimo suddenly turned back to see Uliu, who was holding a small bag in his hand, standing at the door.