Vol 2 Chapter 28: Passing the Wind (Part 2)

Prince Alfred looked nervously and blanched at the team slowly walking from the mountain. Although the team was not large, and the badge in front was the king emblem of his own family, but in the eyes of the prince, But it seems that the devil is approaching him constantly.
The team of the Cosenza family was also slightly disturbed. The guard soldiers quietly withdrew their weapons and backed away. Everyone showed a vague look. They stared at the approaching team and looked at Alexander one after another.
"The Duke is here," Ruosha said again, and her tone sounded like she was announcing bad news rather than telling the truth.
Alexander nodded and said he knew.
Naples is not only a duke, but the former king Alfonso II has a very famous illegitimate child was awarded the title of duke.
But there is only one Duke who only needs to address the Duke without having to name it.
That was the brother of the former king, and now the uncle Frederick of King Ferdinand.
Some people say that Frederick is the bravest and most creditable person in Naples because he saved Naples from the French.
Others say that he is a treacherous villain relying on various conspiracies and unscrupulous tricks, because he has been able to obtain heavy power all the way through the continuous attack on his opponent.
But no matter how to evaluate this person, the name Duke Frederick has already become the hottest person in Naples, and even the person who can determine the fate of the kingdom. This is an indisputable fact.
Even the king had to obey him, especially after the former coalition generals publicly expressed their support for Frederick, rather than the king commanding the Naples army, few people dared to confront him.
Modillo is one of the few people who can fight against Frederick, but even then people generally do not like Modillo.
To make matters worse, there have been some rumors that the king is getting crazy and his body is getting worse and worse, and the king has not yet given birth to an heir, which has made people have too many ideas.
Although the mountain road was rugged, with the constant sound of the horn and the last tail of the last sound disappeared, the Duke's team finally came to the pass.
People bowed their heads and bowed to the tall man with long curly hair on the head of a gorgeously dressed, hatless man in the middle of the line. When he came down from the horse, Alexander was surprised to find that this person was really not a tall man. , Even without a hat, looks no lower than the soldiers wearing helmets.
This duke has long, thick, curly hair, and a small part of his face is covered by curly hair. Some people say that this makes him look mysterious and terrible, but there are rumors that he did this just to block his face because he got some kind of Scars left by strange diseases.
"What's going on here?" Frederick stepped out of the ranks when he saw that the two groups had apparently faced each other.
The middle-aged man had stepped forward. He first took the Duke's hand and kissed it, and then whispered to him what happened, which made Alfred, who was standing not far away, even more nervous. He licked some hair His dry lips were fixed on his father's face, and when he saw his father looking at him, he took a nervous step forward and then stopped again.
"You did a good job," Frederick patted the middle-aged man's shoulder. He looked kindly inconsistent with the rumours about his bad. After he finished, he raised his hand to make a gesture to Alfred. Under the watch of everyone, the prince walked slowly and anxiously in front of the Duke "Come over to Alfred, don't be so nervous, come, come closer."
Alfred, who finally walked in front of his father, looked at his father. At this time, the prince had completely lost the courage to defend his favorite woman's honor, and he did not hesitate to be an enemy with anyone. cormorant.
"I didn't like him because of this," Alexander whispered to him that had walked off the carriage. "Alfred can be a good friend, but he can't be a good lover. He will always be in front of his father. Good boy. "
"It is said that he is quite capable of fighting," Alexander said in a low voice. "And swordsmanship is also good."
"But he still lost to you."
As soon as Luo Sha's voice fell, suddenly a scream from Alfred came!
The Duke who had just talked to his son, who was still calm, was waving his whip on Alfred, and the whip screamed on the body as the prince stooped and hugged his head to avoid. The crackling sound made the people around me feel terrified!
"I didn't hit you like this because you hindered my people," the Duke grabbed his son's collar and forced his face to close to his nose, his voice was low but not angry "but you forgot your own Identity and responsibilities, do n’t forget that you are my only son, if you do n’t have an accident in the future, you are my only heir, so please do n’t be so naive, and go back to your palace now, whatever you do is nothing Come out again, do you understand? "
Alfred, who had been beaten by a whip, could not help but nod, and when the Duke finally let him go, he immediately stumbled and turned and ran away, without even the courage to glance back.
Looking at the prince running away, Ruosha looked a little ugly, although she was not optimistic about the suitor herself, but this person was so scared by his father that he escaped so quickly, which made Miss Count feel very faceless.
And looking at Frederick approaching, she also felt great pressure.
"Miss Count of Cosenza," Frederick looked at Alexander next to him. "Dear messenger from Sicily ..."
"Gombre, sir. Alexander Juliant Gumbre." Alexander bowed.
"Ah, Gumbre," the Duke responded casually and said hello, "Less Countess, I want to know what made you refuse to be examined, to know that this is the king's order, and according to me As far as I know, whether it is your father or uncle, you should be loyal to His Majesty the King. "
Ruosha laughed, and her slightly nervous face showed a slight ease. She glanced at the middle-aged man in the distance, and then looked at Frederick without fear: "His Royal Highness, I think your men are not Thinking about it this way, what I heard was that he was shouting 'in the name of the Duke' instead of the name of the king, which made me have to protect my family honor because he was obviously provocative. "
"Is that true?" Frederick looked back at the middle-aged man. Although he did not get an answer, Frederick knew the answer from the look on his face. "This is really stupid."
Alexander heard Frederick whisper to himself, and then he turned and said to Zuosha: "It seems that I have to apologize first." Then the Duke slowly took Zuosha's hand, when When she put her hand on her lips and kissed, the Duke watched her eyes begin to change slightly. "You grew up, I always thought you were a child, but you have grown into a pretty lady before you know it. . "
"Are you still going to check our convoy?" Noting that Frederick's eyes suddenly became very hot, Zuosha suddenly felt uncomfortable. She slightly forced her hand out of Frederick's hand and deliberately used some The unpleasant tone asked, looking like a grumpy little girl.
"This is the king's order, we must obey." Frederick shook his head seemingly helpless, and then he stepped back slightly and waved vigorously. "Check the convoy, double check that you don't let anything suspicious."
With Frederick's orders, the soldiers swarmed up, they pushed away the overwhelmed guards, and began to check the small convoy, and then everyone under the middle-aged man began to check the guards one by one. .
Seeing that her soldiers were forced to take off their helmets and hats for inspection, Ruo Sha finally couldn't bear it. She went to Frederick and protested angrily: "His Royal Highness, you did this to the Modillo and Cosenza family. Insult, my uncle and father will not agree! "
"Miss, then your uncle and father will have to protest to the king," Frederick replied unconsciously. When he saw Rusha's shoulder move a little, she was ready to have her hands raised and firmly grasp her jaw. " Be careful, Miss, you can't marry a bad temper. "Frederick said, his fingers could not help but touch gently on the smooth chin of Ruo Sha.
"Your Highness, what you can do is very uncultivated." Alexander suddenly stepped forward, ignoring the sword pointing to him next to him, and firmly grasping Frederick's wrist. "You should apologize to Miss Cosenza."
Frederick's eyes narrowed slightly, and for the first time he did not pay attention to the Sicilian messenger, looking at Alexander for the first time curiously.
"It's strange that a Sicilian messenger was so close to Modillo's family," Frederick slowly let go of the hand holding Rusha's jaw and looked at Alexander. "Young people listen to my advice, if you When things are done in Naples, go back to your Sicily immediately. Although you are a Sicilian messenger, do n’t forget that I am a descendant of the royal family of Aragon. "
A descendant of the royal family who would be deposed in a short time, Alexander made a sentence for him in his heart.
Now Frederick looks like a lifetime, but only Alexander knows that this person's good life will not be long.
As long as he thinks about what his distant cousin Adrion King Ferdinand will do to him in the future, Alexander feels that if he has something to do in Naples, he will still receive Ferdinand's support.
"Your Highness, please apologize to Miss Cosenza, otherwise I can only think of you as a brutal and rude person who does not match your identity," Alexander didn't care about Frederick's threat. "I don't think my king will allow me Associate with such a person. "
This is the first time that Alexander has borrowed the name of King Ferdinand of the Kingdom of Sicily, and what this king really cares about is that he is also the king of the Kingdom of Aragon and the husband of Queen Isabela of the Kingdom of Castile, It is the co-lord of two kingdoms and the king of one kingdom.
The look on Frederick's face changed slightly. He didn't care about the little person of Alexander, but he couldn't care less about a Sicilian messenger.
Especially in such a delicate time now, when he thinks that his nephew has become more and more crazy and his health is obviously getting worse and worse, Frederick can't help but seriously consider the people and things represented by the young man in front of him .
"I will apologize to Miss because I hope to get her favor," Frederick stared at Alexander. "But you young man, stay away from that girl from now on, and the noble council you better pray for King Sicily's confession, otherwise you will be nothing. "
Alexander slowly let go of Frederick's wrist. He knew that he had completely offended the duke this time, but he didn't care. Since the beginning, he had not been optimistic about the duke.
From Alexander's point of view, even his short-lived nephew deserves more attention than Frederick. This is because Ferdinand hastily succeeded, but after all, the Naples had not completely lost their country. Naples has almost lost everything as a country.
Even a country whose command of the army is ruthlessly deprived by the generals of other countries, even if its king has strong ambitions, what role can it play.
And Alexander believed that Frederick must need the support of Aragon, which is why he was not afraid.
"Your Highness," the middle-aged man came over, and he whispered a little hesitantly, "We have searched all over, even the lady's carriage has been searched, and there is nothing."
Although slightly surprised, Frederick nodded quietly. He nodded slightly to Ruosha: "I'm sorry Miss Countess, so long for you."
"I will tell my father and uncle what happened today," Ruosha said angrily. "The humiliation you gave me will let them repay me."
"Maybe it won't be long before we can meet again," Frederick looked at Rusha with strange eyes. "If you still insist, I will give you an explanation."
He said to look at Alexander again: "As for you, remember my words, stay away from now."
Looking at Frederick's uncomfortable gaze, Zuosha turned on the carriage, and the clumsy cockpit began to bump forward on the road.
When he finally passed the pass, his angry expression calmed down.
She turned her head to look at Alexander next to the carriage, a little deep thought suddenly asked: "Where is that Florentine?"
Alexander's hand holding the reins tightened slightly, and the horse stopped.
He accidentally looked at his rustle on the slowly moving carriage, wondering if she was really interested in the Florentine's thought, or had she noticed anything.
Looking at Alexandria's expression, Zuo Sha said nothing more. She touched the still-painful jaw pinched by Frederick. After a while, she asked again, "Why did the Duke keep you away from me?"
Alexander shook his head and urged the horse to catch up with the carriage: "For whatever reason, I know the Duke and I will be on your side."
"Of course, this is what you owe me." Zuosha glanced at Alexander. "When we get to Cosenza, I will get back the reward."
Standing at the pass on the top of the mountain, Frederick shook his head slightly as he watched the team gradually walk away along the mountain road.
The middle-aged man came over and saw that Frederick ’s emotions did not seem so bad. He secretly said with relief: "His Royal Highness, we have not found the Florentine so far, maybe he is still hiding in the city. The city needs to be ordered Strengthen the search? "
"No, order to end the search," Frederick exhaled as he watched the distant team. "The Florentine has escaped."
The Duke suddenly turned his head and smiled: "Will I be smarter than Alfred if I have a second son, assuming his mother is not only young and beautiful but also smart?"
The middle-aged man stared at Frederick in disbelief and did n’t know how to answer it, and the Duke apparently did n’t want to ask for his opinion, and looked at the team under the mountain where there was almost no shadow. Zuosha Cosenza, my family, why didn't I think of this? "
Down the northern foothills of Mount Vesuvius, a gently spreading ridge extends along the mountain to a distant plain. A large lush forest covers the originally bare half of the mountainside with a cool barrier and a hot wind Blowing from the woods, it becomes cool and comfortable.
A stream of warm light was projected on the open space of the wood through the gaps between the branches, and fluttered with the swaying shade, as if the curtain of light was gently floating in the wind.
It has been a long time since we left the Vesuvius Pass, and the team did not stay on the road until we came to this wood.
The terrain here has become much smoother, and as long as we move forward one more time, there will be several roads leading to different directions.
The captain of the ordered to camp in the woods.
Some people in the woods in twos and threes were also resting. Most of them were travelers who had passed the mountain pass before.
Seeing the team of Cosenza, many travelers showed a happy look.
Although the French have been driven out of Naples, it does not mean that the road is too peaceful.
To be able to walk with nobles with armed escorts, at least safety can be guaranteed.
In fact, in this era, no place is safe.
There was a sunshade tent on Rusha's carriage. Although only half of the carriage was blocked, it was enough for the countess to sit inside and avoid the sun.
At this time, Miss Russa Kosenza was sitting in the carriage, looking at Alexander who was sipping water in the shade of a tree not far away.
"Master, we have to walk a little longer to get water," said Ulliu, who looked at Alexander with his head shaking the kettle and blamed himself. "There are stones everywhere."
"Don't care about these Uliu, this is a volcano, of course, there are stones everywhere," Alexander comforted with a smile. "Fortunately, we will leave soon."
"Volcano?" Uliwu asked in amazement. "Are you the kind of mountain that can blaze flames? I've heard people mention it before, but I think it's nonsense. Is there really a mountain that can breathe fire?"
"Trust me Uliu, this is a mountain that can breathe fire, and it will breathe fire in the future."
Alexander did not want to explain the history of Mount Vesuvius to the Moors.
Although he noticed that the Countess seemed to be listening, it made him believe that if he told what he knew about Mount Vesuvius, it would certainly arouse the interest of the Countess.
But the last thing he wanted to arouse was the interest of the countess.
"I'm going for a walk," Alexander stood up. "I'm not used to riding."
"Shall I go with you?" The Moors asked quickly.
"No, I just walk around casually, nothing will happen."
Alexander waved his hands freely toward the depths of the woods, where the dense canopy formed a huge umbrella cover, and the sun was blocked above the canopy.
The ground became more and more moist and sticky, and some moss had stepped on Alexander's feet, which made me believe that as long as I walked inside for a while, I might be able to find the water source, and if I am lucky, I might find a stream.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for him to hear the sound of running water, accompanied by the pleasant sound of water, as well as the intermittent moaning and vomiting that followed from a towering stone.
Alexander knew that he had found the right place. He went around the stone and saw the guessing stream, and there was a woman who was lying on the water and vomiting constantly.
It was a bit far-fetched to say that it was a woman, because although "she" wore a woman's skirt, but after throwing off her headscarf, it was a man's face with a beard.
Mahimo, who was also struggling to wipe off the erythema-like rosacea-like nose of the measles, immediately raised his head vigilantly when he heard the sound. When he saw Alexander, Mahimo exhaled long.
"Adult, I must say that your means are much smarter than mine."
Mahimo laughed, he was really happy at this time, because he found that the host he had just found was not only pedantic, and even seemed to resonate in some places.
"I'm going to duel with you!" The vomiting "woman" jumped up at once, but before he stood firm, he was planted into the water with a dizziness.
"If I let him drown like this, would you mind?" Alexander asked Mahimo with a smile.
"You have rescued him from the hands of Naples and the Duke, can't you send this kindness again?" Mahimo looked at Alexander with pity on his eleventh face.
"Okay, but remember that you owe me again."
"I swear I will always be loyal to you." Mahimo jumped into the water and dragged the struggling Florentine to the shore.
"You asked your servant to give me poison!"
"That's just the medicinal wine that will make you sleep more. It's not easy for Uliu to configure those medicinal wine."
"You still let me wear women's clothes!"
"The only way Frederick's talents won't find you, after all, wearing women's clothes is against the canon."
"But you also abandoned Mahimo and let him risk me to pass the level alone."
"Don't be so rigid, my friend, if you really follow the team of adults, you may be dealing with mice in the Duke's dungeon now."
Looking at Belluny's gradually calm expression, Alexander also smiled.
Deliberately traveling with the Cosenza family, while Mahimo, who actually escorted Belluny, took people among the traveling merchants to reach the pass in advance.
Then, through the team of the Cosenza family, the attention of the guards appeared, so that they could take the opportunity to get out of the gap!
Using a big topic as a bait is actually a small goal that seems trivial.
Behind all this seemingly simple arrangement is Alexander's grasp of people's minds!
It seems that the previous marketing psychology really didn't have white knowledge. Alexander shot himself secretly.
"So why do you save me?"
Belluny suddenly asked seriously, his eyes were very clear at this time, not at all like the faint and haughty look when he had just passed because of the medicine.
"Why should I save you?" Alexander seemed to be asked by this question. He thought about it for a moment before answering. "Because I think you are a real ..." He said it in a slightly harsh tone. The word "Régéné" came out.
"You mean regeneration?"
Belluny looked at Alexander in amazement. He didn't know why this Sicilian suddenly used a quirky French vocabulary to describe himself, and he didn't think he had anything to do with the word at all.
"No ~ EbookFREE.me ~ I was wrong," Alexander shook his head. "But you don't care about this, just remember that I didn't save you because you were the emissary of Florence."
"For whatever reason, I still want to thank you," Belluny shook his head indifferently. "Although your hostility to the ruling makes me and you can only be enemies, you have gained my personal friendship."
"It's not bad." Alexander nodded and smiled. He knew that someone like Belluny could hardly separate his personal relationship from justice. He couldn't ask him anything else. "Maybe I will go to Florence one day. I hope we can get along well. "
"It depends on who you are," Belluni said seriously. "I only hope it is not me who ordered you to be executed."
"Okay, you can go now, and I will follow Miss Cosenza to her territory."
Alexander finished speaking carelessly and turned away.
"What kind of person is this?" Looking at Alexander's back, Belluny questioned the nearby Mahimo suspiciously.
"I don't know." Mahimo shook his head.