For a moment, Alexander thought he was delusional, but then he knew that he was not mistaken, and that it was none other than the Florentine man who had just been declared the murderer of Gundoza after he had identified the murder weapon.

Alexander's hand involuntarily touched the hilt of the sword at his waist, and his gaze quickly swept to Massimo, who was standing next to him, slightly embarrassed.

Seeing Alexander's suspicious eyes, Massimo immediately raised his hands and shook his head, first saying, "I didn't do anything." ”

But looking at Bruni leaning on the side of the bed, he could only smile bitterly and continue to shake his head and say, "I don't want to do this either......"

"Master, who is this?" Ulliu looked nervously at Ovant Bruni leaning on the bed, although he didn't know who this man was, but his hand immediately clenched the short knife stuck in his waist, since he was in distress at sea, the Moors had developed the habit of being able to touch the weapon at any time, even when sleeping.

"We've been running around for him this night," Alexandria had calmed down, and he could see that Bruni was wounded, and from the face of the bewildered monk beside him, he didn't perceive any conspiracy, but considering Massimo's talent for being a liar, he suspected that he was all faking.

"Traitor!" Uliu angrily grabbed the hilt of his knife and stared at Massimo fiercely, "You liar, lowly exhibitionist, you should have known that you must be this kind of person, and you should have handed you over to those who captured you before, and falling into their hands is the best outcome for you." ”

"Don't call me a liar, sometimes I lie to those women, but I never lie to my friends, even the Barr downstairs I don't owe him the money for the drink, I give it back to him!" Massimo was also angry, he grabbed the cross on his chest and held it up in front of him, shaking it, because of the excitement and rare excuse without using various particles, he couldn't help but spit out from his mouth "I won't betray him, he's my friend," Massimo spread his hands and said angrily, "He came to me for help and was injured again, what do you want me to do, give him to the Neapolitans, and let them hang him!" ”

"Are you here to arrest me, or are you going to kill me directly," Bruni struggled to sit up, his face was pale, and his body trembled as he pulled the wound when he sat up straight, but he was not panicked, and there was no fear in his eyes, only anger and unwillingness, "It's common to let a noble lord kill it, and we know that one day everyone will end up like this." ”

"I'm not a nobleman," Alexander looked at Bruni coldly, "but I'm going to hand you over to the Neapolitans, and you should be punished for killing someone." ”

"yes, I deserve to be punished for killing a scoundrel." Bruni was not afraid, he straightened up and straightened his somewhat crooked clothes, the pain of the clothes rubbing against the wound made the corners of his mouth tussle, and then he looked serious, "Now I can go with you, but please don't involve Massimo, he may not be a good person, but he is a good friend." ”

Assemo opened his mouth to say something more, but was stopped by Bruni.

"If you're going to hell when you die, it's because you lied too much, so don't defend me," Bruni struggled to his feet, "I deserve punishment for killing someone, but I won't regret it." ”

As he spoke, he took a step forward, and then his feet went limp, and he fell to the floor with a "poof".

The guards downstairs had apparently heard the noise from above, and as the stairs and corridors came the sound of running getting closer and closer, the door was pounding hard!

"Are you alright, my lord, what's going on? Need us in? ”

Massimo looked at Alexander with his hands folded and pleading, while Ulliu still clutched the hilt of his sword and stared at the Florentine who had fallen to the ground, ready for any danger.

Although it was short, it was like a long time for a few people in the room, and in the deafening sound of slamming the door, Alexander said loudly: "I'm fine, I've hit something, you can continue to rest." ”

The slamming of the door stopped, and the guards asked twice, and after making sure that there was nothing inside, there was the sound of footsteps fading away from outside the door.

"Thank you, sir......"

As soon as Massimo spoke, Alexander raised his hand to stop him, and he slowly walked over to Bruni, who was trying to struggle to stand up, and crouched down, looking down at him seriously.

"You should thank Massimo for saying he's not a nice guy, but he's a good friend," Alexander said, reaching for Bruni's chin and raising his head to meet his own, "but you have to tell me what's going on, and you'd better tell the truth." ”

Although there were four people, the room was quiet, and Ulliu even walked cautiously, for fear that too loud would attract the guards downstairs.

Bruni was back on the bed, with a clay basin on the table beside him, soaked in blood-soaked hand towels in the hot water.

Although he was reluctant, Massimo poured Bruni a few sips of the watchpost's liquor, and looked at the Florentine with a slightly ruddy face, and Alexander, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, gently stroked the blade of the short knife in his hand.

He had just cleaned Bruni's wound with the dagger, and Bruni's wound was not too serious, but it was bleeding a lot, which made Alexander send the monk out by telling Massimo to go out and see if there was any blood.

"That Aragonese is a bastard," Bruni gasped, the strip of cloth he had bitten in his mouth when he had just cleaned his wounds, "God will punish all who commit murder, just as he punished Cain, and he may punish me now, but I don't think I did anything wrong even if I go to hell." ”

"You're really persistent, maybe it's a common problem for you people, always think that you are always the rightest."

Alexander smiled noncommittally, in fact he had no feelings other than surprise at the murder of Gondosa, and even considered that the death of the Aragonese seemed to have turned his position in Naples, at least now that he was the only emissary of the nominal kingdom of Aragon.

However, this did not mean that he had any affection for the person in front of him, or that because he was a follower of Savonarola, it was enough for Alexander not to like him.

Alexander had no affection for, and even disliked, Savonarola, the current ruler of Florence.

"I'm surprised that your hostility to the Plenipotentiary is so strong," Bruni looked at Alexander strangely, "You are very young, and perhaps because of this you indulge in luxury, which is why you are not satisfied with the Plenipotentiary, but I promise you will not think so if you see him, he is a truly pious and self-disciplined man, and the cardinals and cardinals are complete bastards compared to him, and as for the Pope, I think it is disrespectful to use him to compare him with the consul." ”

Looking at Bruni's serious appearance, Alexander nodded, he did not doubt the words of this person who had just escaped from danger and whose fate was still in his hands, and dared to refute him, but he would not be moved by this bravery.

Unlike the nobles who were only hostile to Savonarola, Alexander was not hostile but disgusted with the man's paranoids.

If there is a difference, Alexander thinks it is "fear".

He had a certain fear of that person that people of this era could not fully understand.

It was the fear of seeing the devil lurking in the abyss, a fear that would turn into a real nightmare many years later, washed away by the blood of countless people.

But Savonarola is still far away in Florence, after all, and Bruni is right in front of him.

"You killed Gondoza because he was a scoundrel?" Alexander looked at the Florentine man sarcastically, which was why he hated the Florentine ruler, who always thought he was the most right, and then measured everyone by this self-righteous correctness.

"I saw him insulting a Neapolitan woman, and that Gondoza drank a lot, and he was so careless about violence against that woman in the street, and the woman's husband stood aside and didn't dare to speak out."

Bruni's words made Alexander's face froze slightly.

"Maybe it's nothing to the Aragonese, after all, they are the benefactors of Naples, and it was you who helped Naples free themselves from French slavery, and maybe in your eyes this is a thank-retriment," Bruni looked at Alexander sarcastically, not flinching at the slightest that these words would bring him death, "If you think it's nothing, you can hand me over to the guards downstairs." ”

Alexander did not doubt Bruni's words, because the lie was quickly exposed.

Or rather, he didn't care if the person was telling a lie or not, he just had to find a reason to keep the person.

"So you're friends with Massimo?" Alexander continued, and that was what he really cared about.

At the mention of Massimo, a slight smile appeared on Bruni's serious face, and he shook his head, as if he was moved to have such a friend.

"He had studied in some schools in Florence, the schools of the Medici family," Alexander noticed, noting the complicated look on Bruni's face when he spoke of the Medici, "Massimo was an interesting man, he got along with everyone, and he was very talented, but he didn't seem to be able to stick to anything, and he was always trying to learn more, which ruined him somewhat." ”

Alexander couldn't help but admit that Bruni was right, that Mahimo's impetuous personality made it difficult for him to concentrate on one thing, and perhaps because he was so clever that he didn't even know what he was interested in.

"So, you're here to ask the Count of Mordillo for help," and he felt that the atmosphere had almost eased, and Alexander asked the question he really wanted to know, "Or do you just want to know the attitude of Naples towards Florence?" ”

Bruni's nerves, which had just relaxed, tensed, and his gaze became wary, with a hint of caution in his eyes.

"Don't look at me like that," Alexander stood up and looked condescendingly at Bruni, "Savonarola may seem to you to be a staunch and pious man and a leader to follow, but in my eyes he is just a paranoid usurper who usurps the power of others. It's just that he should be having a hard time now, that's why he sent you to Naples, isn't it? ”

Bruni had an angry look on his face, and he seemed to be about to sit up but collapsed from the pain: "If I hadn't been hurt, I would have continued to fight a duel, even if it was a bad name, because I can't allow you to insult that person like this, not because he is the ruler of Florence, but because he is a pious and upright man." ”

"Pious and upright." Alexander nodded slowly, he didn't think Bruni was lying or exaggerating, as far as he knew, even the enemies who hated Savonarola the most didn't find a reason to criticize his personal virtues, but this did not move Alexander in any way.

A man like Savonarola was religious, so religious that he thought there should be no other writing in the world than the Bible.

It is also bitter, so bitter that any delicacy is seen as bait to satisfy the appetite except for food that can sustain life.

He was even more serious, so serious that he regarded everything that celebrates the good outside of the hymns as the forbidden fruit that lures the world to hell.

To such a person, Alexander felt that he would never understand, let alone approve.

"Whether or not your ruler is pious and upright does not matter whether he will make wise choices, and do not forget that he also served the French," Alexander continued, ignoring Bruni's angry look, "tell me what he wants you to do, and maybe I can help you, at least before you are caught and hanged, and maybe I can help you get out of Naples." ”

Bruni looked at Alexander warily, and since leaving Florence he had met almost all of the people he had met were hostile, especially the nobles and priests, who always looked at him like a pagan.

Even many civilians were wary of him, as if the Florentines were as horrible as the terrible Black Death two centuries earlier.

This made Bruni feel lonely, and he couldn't understand why so many people were hostile to them, and he didn't understand that the plenipotentiary government, which had done so much for the people, could be so unfairly misunderstood and questioned.

So when the Sicilian said he wanted to help him, Bruni was confused.

"Why are you helping me?"

"Because I don't like that Gendoza either."

Alexander gave the Florentine a plausible answer, and of course he would not tell the man that with the death of Gondoza his original embarrassing identity had become very different from before,

Not to mention telling him that everything that the Aragonese had in Naples could turn into his spoils.

Although they are also descendants of the royal family of Aragon, the Neapolitans are now not only in decline, but even their rule is shaky.

One only thinks that in a few years the country will face the fate of being invaded again, and finally annexed, and Alexander feels that Modiglo's ambition is a little too incredible.

Ignoring the inexplicable Brunie, Alexander walked out of the room.

Outside the door, Massimo was walking down the hallway, and Uliu's black and white eyes were staring at him, as if he was afraid that he would throw off his clothes at any time and travel lightly.

Seeing Alexander, Massimo immediately walked up, and before he could open his mouth, he was stopped by a finger raised by Alexander.

But he still said carefully: "My lord......"

"Bump!"

Alexander, who was very calm, suddenly grabbed Massimo by the collar, pushed him directly into the corner, and then squeezed tightly against the wall!

"Listen to you bastard, if there is another time like this, I'll have Uliu strip you naked, and hang you on the busiest street in Naples with that thing hanging from you on a rope, do you hear?!"

Mahimo nodded with a pale face, he was too frightened to speak.

He had the impression that Alexander was actually a very good person to deal with, and even a little soft at times.

He had never seen Alexander get angry, nor had he ever cared about the small bargains that Mahimo had taken advantage of, and even the sword, which he had forgotten where he had come from, Alexander had generously bought it, though he had not yet paid for it.

But this time Alexander was visibly angry, and to the monk's horror, his words did not sound like a simple threat at all.

Moreover, the eyes of Ulliu beside him also made the monk's heart tremble, and when he saw the Moor's gaze sweeping around his body with bad intentions, Massimo felt uncomfortable with the cold between his legs.

Looking at the monk's pale face, Alexander was in a better mood, he didn't want to embarrass Massimo too much, but he couldn't help but warn the liar, otherwise he didn't know what else he would do in the future.

As for Bruni, Alexander now began to think that it might be better if he could help him escape.

But now that the roads in Naples were blocked, he couldn't think of a way to help the Florentines escape.

"You two be careful, don't let anyone discover him," Alexander commanded, then furrowed his eyebrows, "It seems that I have to accept Miss Cosenza's invitation to visit her territory for a few days." ”