In order to meet the king, Ulliu took great pains to make the most of his wit and experience, and with the demand that he had no money but still appear respectable, the Moors put his wit and experience to good use.

According to Uliu's own account, the praise he had received in his early years at the larger court could not have been underestimated in Naples.

At the very least, the clothes should be ironed neatly and cleanly, and every fold of the coat should be carefully checked before putting it on.

The clasp was a big problem, and the brawl at the quarry was so costly that two of the Black Pearl's buttons fell, which made the Moors feel that it was worse than a few more beatings, but after Alexander moved the top two pearls to the bottom gap, the flaw was gone,

As for the trousers, Uliu was glad that they hadn't been scratched during the battle, so they looked okay as long as they were carefully sharpened off with a sheep's horn stone.

Boots were the last thing Uliu could do, but Josurnan helped them solve the problem, and all that was left was a sword.

Just as Uliuu was considering whether he was cheeky enough to borrow a sword from Josurnan's men in private, Massimo unexpectedly brought a sword that looked a little old, but the style was still suitable for use.

"This is a souvenir of a wonderful trip I made in Bologna," Massimo said, stroking the blade of his sword as if he were caressing a woman's body, "The great monk stood at the forefront of the battle against the enemy, adorned with the armament of the protection of God, a legend that can only be found in the most romantic times." ”

"This sword is good," Alexander took it and pulled out the sword blade, the blade was sharp and smooth, and he slowly swung the sword with a slight twist of his wrist, and he could feel that the weight of the sword was very evenly distributed before and after, this was a good sword that Alexander expected, "How much are you going to sell it to me?" ”

"Maybe 100 ......," Massimo hesitated.

"Why don't you grab it?" Ulius interrupted him angrily.

"You must know that this sword holds my fond memories, and that my experience in Bologna is enough for me to write a long poem about this sword......"

"Then 20 Flynn," Alexander interrupted the monk's chatter, "but I don't have any money for now, I'll give it to you when the time comes." ”

Massimo tugged at the corners of his mouth, and after thinking about it, he acquiesced, but he also made his own request: "Please take me to the palace, trust me, I can help." ”

Alexander was suspicious that Mahimogon had taken out this sword from unknown sources in order to make this request, but considering that this man was somewhat useful, he agreed.

Everything was ready, and he waited patiently for Jo Surnan's introduction.

The first time he met King Ferdinand II of Naples, Alexander had only one influence on him, and that was the "spoiled child".

Although the king was older than him, this impression was so ingrained once it was formed that he even hesitated a little to see if his choice was wrong.

When I met Alexander, young Ferdinand was eating his lunch, a large piece of grilled lamb chop with a large bottle of wine, and a large pile of various fruits next to it, and then it kept stuffing into a large mouth.

The king was not small, but he was not very tall, and he looked a little wheezing even when he ate, and his clothes were too cumbersome and luxurious, which made him seem tired even when he sits.

At the sight of Alexander, the king, who was eating with a mouthful of oil, looked surprised, he threw away the half-gnawed lamb bone in his hand, stood up and walked to Alexander with great difficulty, and then circled around him.

"Your Majesty, the emissary of Sicily, Alexandre Giuliante Cambrai."

Josurnan reminded the king again.

"What is this he wearing?" Ferdinand suddenly asked aloud.

The young king, as if he had seen something strange, walked around Alexander again before stopping in front of him.

Then he stretched out his right hand and lifted it with two fingers on the unfurled sleeve of Alexander's coat like droplets.

"It's strange that the sleeves are like this, they are different from ours, and this coat has no lining, let alone shoulder augmentation, and although the buttons are okay, why do you want to remove the buttons from the neckline, it's so strange, don't you think it's strange," the young king babbled on and on, and then he frowned and asked in a slightly disgusted tone, "Tell me who made this dress, can you bear to have such a tailor?" ”

Alexander looked at Ferdinand in amazement, he really didn't expect to be asked such a question when they met for the first time, in the king's mind, a person's clothing was actually more important than his mission.

Alexander glanced at Josurnan with some pity, and by this time he knew why the king's teacher wanted to see him, or so anxious to make his students behave.

All because this young man may be slowly losing his heart.

Ferdinand, who ousted the French and returned to the throne, was initially expected by everyone, both commoners and nobles, to reinvigorate the Neapolitan royal family, and people turned their disappointment with his father into anticipation of him.

But this expectation did not last long, and it was discovered that the young man had completely disappointed them.

If Ferdinand's father, Alfonso II, escaped from the convent and went into hiding because of cowardice and failure, this Ferdinand had no idea how to use his easy victory to disappoint everyone.

In just a few months, the people had gone from fanatical anticipation of the new king to boredom and hatred, and even as Alexander had heard in the tavern, people had stopped caring about commenting on the king's misdeeds in public.

Alexander sensed the frustration on Josurnan's face, but he still had to answer the king's question.

"Your Majesty, this is the work of a famous tailor from Palermo," Alexander bowed, "I have a great deal of trust in him, including what you said about these seemingly unsatisfactory places, which are in fact the ingenuity of the tailor." ”

"Is that so?" Ferdinand looked at him suspiciously, "Then tell me the name of this person, I would like to know who is the person who can give you the courage to wear such a dress." ”

"Osborne, Your Majesty, this man's name is Osborne."

"Ah, I knew it was him!"

Ferdinand suddenly shouted, an unexpected loud voice that stunned Alexander, and then he saw the king of Naples cursing at his retinue behind him.

"Look at what you've done, look at this dress, are you going to let people say I'm worse than the other side of the tower, you're still fiddling with old-fashioned things, look at what you're wearing for me, it's embarrassing for me to look like a clown," Ferdinand said and waved his hand angrily, "I don't want to see you again, it's a shame for me." ”

The retinue hurriedly bowed and retreated, not forgetting to glance at Alexander's clothes, apparently to see if they could be copied immediately.

Alexander was somewhat surprised by Ferdinand's whimsical thinking, and he wondered what this man was thinking, not worried about the real problems he faced, but only annoyed by the outdated style of clothes.

"Osborne's masterpiece," Ferdinand already smiled as he turned again, "I knew that man from a very young age, a great tailor who made clothes that were famous throughout Naples. But then he ran away and went to the other side of the lighthouse, and from then on the wardrobes of the Neapolitan nobles were ruled by a group of countrymen," and the king seemed to find the joke humorous, and laughed a few times himself, and then asked Alexander in a puzzled tone, "Why don't you laugh?" ”

Alexander was almost certain by this time that the man was somewhat sick in the brain.

This "sick" does not just mean that he is obedient and willful, but that he does see some signs of strangeness in Ferdinand's eyes, even if he is smiling and smiling.

This is not a pair of normal human eyes, there is not even the least lucidity, but more indescribable things.

It was a disease-like look, which made Alexander feel that even if the young man in front of him survived successfully, he would eventually ruin himself by going completely crazy.

"Your Majesty, the envoy of Sicily has come to negotiate with us about the border between the two countries," Qiao Surnan reminded in a low voice from the side, he felt that the king had been embarrassed in front of outsiders, although this was not too bad compared to some of the things he usually did, but it was enough to make Qiao Surnan frown, "But I think we have more things to talk about besides the border issue, is it, Your Majesty?" ”

Josurnan's words caused Ferdinand to groan for a moment, then nodded as he turned and walked back to his throne and sat down.

"Yes, it's a matter of food," the king sat down on his throne and leaned forward, looking at Alexander earnestly, "Can you bring us food, we need ......" Speaking of which, Ferdinand looked at his teacher, and after obviously getting some hint, he seemed to think for a moment in confusion before continuing, "In short, we need a lot of food, enough to feed every mouth in this city, although these people should all be hanged." ”

"Your Majesty!" Josurnan immediately interrupted Ferdinand, he really didn't expect the king to say such a thing suddenly, especially in front of a foreign envoy, "I beg your pardon, Your Majesty means that even the most unbearable people, the king will not abandon them and neglect his duty." ”

"Oh, of course, it is the king's duty to protect those people," explained Ferdinand as if he had come to his senses again under Josurnan's reproachful gaze, but then he slapped the armrest of the throne vigorously, "but the Neapolitans are a bunch of ungrateful fellows, most of whom have been bought by the French, and they refuse to even show allegiance to their legitimate king!" ”

Jo Surnan's face was gloomy as he listened to Ferdinand's complaints, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

Looking at the young man standing on the other side who was quietly listening to the king's chatter, Josurnan regretted his decision to let him come to the king.

"Can you imagine that they would rather give their treasures to the French than to their rightful kings, and therefore they deserve to be punished by starvation," Ferdinand stood up and took a few steps forward, but then his eyes were fixed on Alexander's coat again, "Tell me, is this austere style now in fashion in Palermo, which seems to be worn by small landowners in the country?" ”

Alexander looked at Ferdinand, then at Josurnan, and he began to feel that today's audience was purely superfluous.

"Your Majesty, maybe you can take a break." Josurnan sighed softly helplessly, he knew that maybe he had done something stupid this time, and the thought of the news that the king of Naples was a delirious man reached Sicily, and Josurnan felt an indescribable sense of powerlessness.

"No, I've had a good time talking to the messenger," Ferdinand said with a strange excitement on his cheeks, and he put his arm around Alexander's shoulders and walked in the direction of the corner gate, "Come, let's have a good chat about what is most fashionable in Palermo right now, you must know that I have been on the run for some time, and I may not even know what people like now." ”

Alexander smiled bitterly, he really didn't expect to see Ferdinand like this, and just as he was considering whether he should leave, an attendant hurried into the temple.

"Your Majesty, Lord Modillo, Count of Naples, asks to see you."

The attendant shouted loudly.

Alexander was slightly stunned for a moment, he didn't expect to see that Mordillo so soon.