Alfred died.

When he heard the report from Schell, who hurriedly walked in, Alexander, who was awakened from his sleep, was slightly stunned at first, and then slowly leaned back on the pillow behind him.

"Your Excellency?"

Schell reminded softly, wanting to know what the Count was going to do next.

As for the death of the king, this kind of thing is actually nothing to the Balkans, in their hometown, even the nobles have seen too many precarious days, and Schell even thinks that someone like Alfred can actually become a king, which can only say that he really has no advantages at all except that he is lucky to be reincarnated.

Alexander waved his hand slightly for Schell to leave first, and then he stepped out of bed and went to the window to look out.

The lights were already bright outside, there were people running around in a mess, everyone had panicked looks on their faces, the deaths of several kings in a row had completely panicked the Neapolitans, and people only felt as if the world had completely changed at this time, and with the death of Alfred, was the Neapolitan branch of the Trastamara family really going to be extinct?

The firelight reflected the look on everyone's face, and also reflected more things, although some people were equally apprehensive, but more of them had the excitement of eagerness, their eyes flickered, and when they met some familiar people, they would show a look of mutual knowledge, as if they were testing each other, and as if they wanted to get the answer they wanted from others.

As she hurried through the corridor, she was running a little fast, and the long nightgown she was wearing floated slightly, revealing a pair of long legs running barefoot on the ground with bare feet underneath.

Alfred's chamber had long since been opened, and a group of ministers and Billy Shelly's courtiers were waiting outside the door, for they were not allowed to enter the king's chambers until the queen came.

Seeing that everyone immediately bowed their heads and saluted, although her long legs that kept moving were so tempting, but no one dared to peek at this time, and those who were a little clever had a vague premonition that Napoli's naivety was about to change.

Josha rushed into the room and saw Alfred lying stiffly on the bed, her expression first stunned and then slowly slowed down.

Alfred's appearance looked very terrifying, although he was lying there, but it seemed that he would suddenly burst up at any moment, and that kind of hideous look even though he was dead made Jisha quickly think of too many possibilities.

She walked over to the bed and looked down at the face, at his half-open eyelids, and she wanted to see the eyes below, which made her reach out and caress them gently after a little hesitation.

"Your Majesty, please don't do this," the archbishop's voice came from behind him, and he even raised his hand and gently pressed it on the shoulder of Josha to stop her, "The king died without a deathbed confession, so that his soul was not redeemed, and his body could not be touched until the ceremony was performed to baptize the king, please do not forget that you are now the only direct member of the royal family of Naples, and you must take responsibility for this kingdom." ”

Jisha looked back at the archbishop slightly, although she or her uncle had pulled the archbishop to her side in various ways, but it was still a little surprising for Jisha to show her support so clearly now.

Facing the gaze of Josa, the archbishop just nodded wordlessly to Josa, what he said was indeed impeccable, at least on the surface, his words were completely for the sake of the Neapolitan royal family, Josa is indeed the only orthodox representative of the Neapolitan royal family today, if you don't count those side branches, she can even be said to be the closest to the throne.

There was another slight commotion at the door outside, and Zhisa looked back to see Count Mordilo and Alexander, who had walked in together.

For a moment, Josha's gaze lingered on the two of them, and she wanted to tell from their faces that one of them had done it, or if both of them were involved?

Alexander met the gaze of Josa, but did not show any special expression, he slowly walked not far from the bedside and stopped to look at Alfred, who was lying there and was already stiff, and then he looked at Count Mordillo, who came to his side.

"And that's what it looks like now?" The Count said thoughtlessly, and only then looked at Zhosa for the first time after entering the room, "Son, I really want to say that all this is too bad, but it doesn't make any sense to say it at this time, it only makes things look worse, the king's body has collapsed when King Frederick died, and now it is only a better relief for him, at least his soul will return to heaven, and we will have to suffer in this world." So, "The Count stepped back slightly and half-knelt down, "Your Majesty, at this time I ask you to take up the duties that you should fulfill, Naples needs a king, it needs a commander and a general, so Your Majesty, I ask you to fulfill your obligations from now on. ”

Some of the nobles standing in the doorway were stunned, they didn't know whether to kneel down with them or to speak out against it, after all, Count Mordillo's behavior was obviously too unexpected for them.

The reason why these people took the initiative to move the capital with the king was just to occupy a favorable position in the new capital as soon as possible, and many of them just wanted to stabilize the power in their hands, so when sudden changes occurred, their first reaction was whether these changes would affect their status and power.

And now everything has obviously happened beyond their original imagination, and the death of two successive blood heirs of the Trastamara family has made them smell of terrible conspiracy.

Others began to get excited, and although they knew that it was too early to be happy, it did not affect their good mood in the slightest.

They may not have expected anything, but when it did, these people immediately realized what choice they should make, and some even began to wonder in their hearts what kind of benefits they would get by virtue of this support when the queen ascended the throne.

Josha looked at Alexander, only to see the side face of the corpse he had been staring at on the bed.

There was some confusion on his face, it shouldn't have been pretended, so Alfred didn't send someone to murder him?

She didn't know why she was struggling with this at this time, and she seemed to be in a better mood after coming to such an obviously perfunctory conclusion.

"My husband is dead." When two noble ladies came over with a black cloth in their hands, she gently raised her hand to prevent them from putting on the black veil that represented her widowhood, but slowly picked up the ominous color of the gauze and draped it on her head, and then she turned around and slowly knelt in front of the archbishop, "Lord Bishop, I want to repent, and then hold a wake for my husband." ”

"It is the duty of a wife," the archbishop said, drawing a cross in the air, and then tapping it on either shoulder of the jaw, "God will cast light on you, and this light will cast out the influence of the soul of the deceased that has not been defiled by penitent baptism, which is the grace of God to every wife who has lost her husband and to every husband who has lost her wife." ”

The archbishop's prayer was answered by the people in the room, who again looked at the king on the bed, twice in less than a month for the king's death.

When was the last time?

Alfonso II and his son Ferdinand, the hapless father and son seem to have died in less than a year, and now Frederick and Alfred less than a month later.

"The king was murdered."

An abrupt voice suddenly sounded, and everyone in the room was taken aback in an instant!

For a moment, people's eyes were focused on Alexander, who had not spoken since entering the door, some were really surprised, and some were surprised mixed with other indescribable expressions.

Alfred was murdered, which is actually what everyone thinks, and even knows that this is the truth nine times out of ten.

But no one dared to speak out about this idea.

Who will be able to murder the king, and benefit from it? Aren't they the people closest to the king's body today?

And now one of them suddenly says that the king was murdered, what is the matter?

People looked at each other in amazement, as if they wanted to get answers from others, but all they saw were surprises.

Josha also looked at Alexander in surprise, and then she tried to make herself look back at her uncle as naturally as possible.

The Count of Mordillo was calm, and there was no sign of panic except for the undue surprise that seemed to be the king's murder.

She was a little nervous, she realized the conflict this might cause, and the thought of the possible conflict between her uncle and her "brother" made her heart tighten.

"The king was murdered." Alexander said again, he walked over and reached out to pick up Alfred's hand that he had put aside and looked at it, "He was in pain before he died, his nails were torn by scratching, and under his neck," said Alexander, who carefully picked open the crooked collar of Alfred's nightgown with two fingers, and looked at it, "The skin below the neck is swollen and dark red, which is the subcutaneous congestion caused by the blockage of blood vessels caused by heavy breathing after the throat is blocked......"

Speaking of this, Alexander shook his head slightly, of course these things are useless to these people, but as long as they can understand one thing, Alfred was murdered.

The archbishop was also stunned, in his mind, he had actually regarded Alexander as the biggest suspect, but now this suspect took the initiative to propose that the king was murdered, which made the archbishop a little unsure of how to deal with the situation in front of him for a while.

If the king is dead, then things will be much easier, and then as long as the heir is re-established, then everything will go smoothly.

But if the king had been murdered, then everything would obviously be in trouble, and at least there would have been doubts about who might have benefited from the murder, and whoever could have benefited could have been the murderer.

So who's the most suspicious right now?

Some people have involuntarily looked at Jisha, although it is very secretive, but Jisha is keenly aware of those eyes that look quietly.

Instead of being angry about this, she looked at Alexander.

Count Mordillo looked at Alexander as well, waiting for what Alexander would say next.

"Here," Alexander said slowly, walking slowly around the bed, and then he paused to look at the floor, "there are signs of being trampled on here, but isn't it true that the king has not been wearing formal boots because of his ill health?" ”

Alexander's words immediately attracted the attention of the people, who flocked to look at the dimly patterned stalls on the floor, and because it was still dark, they had to hold candlesticks and look at them carefully.

"Count, did you mean someone entered the king's chamber yesterday?" The archbishop immediately looked back at the servants standing behind, his gaze stern and pausing as he swept over each face, and finally his gaze fell on Alfred's personal servant, "Tell me what you are doing at night, God will forgive those who do wrongless mistakes, but never traitors and sinners." ”

The servant looked frightened, looked to the side in a panic, and then suddenly shook his head vigorously.

"Not a big man, I didn't do anything, I just slept for a while, and His Majesty didn't allow us to talk about him next to him, saying that someone next to him would give him nightmares."

"Then who found out that His Majesty had died?"

"There's a guard outside, and he's the one who found the king dead." An official replied carefully.

"Shouldn't there be two guards at the king's gate?" Alexander asked with a slight frown.

"I'm sorry, my lord, but we only saw one person."

People looked at Alexander and kept asking, and their expressions couldn't help but show surprise, they didn't know what Alexander was doing, wasn't it more in his interest for the king to die a normal death?

What's he doing?

Compared with the accident that the king was actually murdered, what was even more incredulous was Alexander's attitude.

"Seal off the castle," Alexander looked at Mordillo and saw the Count nodding slowly, he gestured to Ofleiyi who was standing at the far door, "not only the castle, but the whole of Billy Shelly, order the huntsmen to be dispatched, and no one is allowed to leave Billy Shelly without permission." ”

Hearing Alexander's words, everyone in the room couldn't help but shudder.

Alexander frowned and walked out of Alfred's room, which had an uncomfortable smell in it, and perhaps as Jossa had said, they were ashamed of Alfred, which made Alexander reluctant to stay in this room any longer.

The Count of Mordillo followed him out, and when he saw the Neapolitans they were avoiding, Alexander threw an intriguing look at the Count.

"Don't look at me like that, you know it's only a matter of time," said the Earl impatiently, "but I'm a little curious why you let this matter be so troublesome, isn't it better to just make Tsusha queen, or at least regent?" ”

"So, you really did this?" Alexander didn't show any surprise, seeing that the count was still calm after being exposed, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly, "Why are you doing this, you must know that Alfred can't hold out for long, not to mention that he should be more useful if he is alive now." ”

"That's why I'm doing this," Count Mordillo interrupted Alexander, he reached out and grabbed Alexander's chest by the clothes and pulled him close to him, pointing to the door of Alfred's room in the distance, "Do you really think there is still time, or do you think you can get this done without getting your hands dirty, if I was expecting you to solve that problem in the room, then I can tell you that I did it because of your naivety, Otherwise, these troubles would have been solved long ago in Naples. ”

The Count said and ripped Alexander's clothes hard, and then suddenly slapped him in the face!

"Qiao Er, listen carefully, you know what we should do, now everything is up to you, Jisha will become the queen, I never thought of this before, this is all because you have the opportunity to achieve it, so let go and do it, no one can stop us."

Count Mordillo slapped Alexander in the face as he spoke, then took him in his arms and put it close to his ear and said: "Listen to the child, this is our rare opportunity, Ferdinand is dead, Alfred is dead, even Alfonso is dead, and now the throne of Naples is before our eyes." ”

Alexander took a deep breath, and when the Count let go of him, he took a step back and looked at Modillo with an eager look in his eyes: "My lord, can you tell me who you let kill Alfred?" ”

"Rest assured, no one will find him, this man has already left Billy Shelly." The Count smiled at Alexander as he spoke, but after thinking about it, he still gave the answer, "It's the one who killed Alfonso, if you send someone to the dungeon at this time, you will find that he is no longer there." ”

Alexander looked at the Count unexpectedly, and he remembered the distorted and terrible look on the unrecognizable face of that person when he looked at him, which made Alexander can't help but feel a chill rise from the bottom of his heart: "You let him go?" ”

"Yes, but rest assured that he will not appear before you again," the Count seemed to know what Alexander was thinking, and he said in a low voice, "but remember, if you hear any more about him, you must send someone to kill him at once whenever and wherever you want, for your safety is at stake." ”

Count Mordillo's words made Alexander's heart sink, and he was keenly aware of the extraordinary meaning revealed in the count's words.

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The Count said and turned and walked towards the king's chambers.

At that moment, the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the hallway.

One of the guards came in a hurry, and he almost crashed into the Count of Mordillo in such a hurry that he almost crashed into him.

"What happened?" Silently, the Count stabbed the guard in the chest with the sword at his waist to stop him.

"I'm sorry sir," said the guard hurriedly, "but you should go and see, the prisoner who killed Duke Alfonso is gone, and ......"

"And?" The Count glanced at Alexander, who had come over.

"And I think we've found another guard outside the king's chambers," said the guard, "and he's dead in the dungeon." ”