Naples is not a hill town because, like most cities on the peninsula, the city is built in an orderly manner due to its rugged terrain, but in general it is still built on a large slope that stretches inland rather than on a hill.

On the other hand, Mount Vesuvius, far away from the city of Naples, looks majestic and dangerous, like a beast crouching there that will burst out at any moment with terrible power, watching the delicious prey of Naples from afar.

Massimo got up early, and when he peeked out of a room and then immediately ran into the hallway, he happened to meet the tavern owner who had come up from the staircase at the end of the hallway.

Mahimo was a little surprised, then immediately smiled, and before the tavern owner could speak, he had already walked towards him, and then he stood at the top of the stairs and patted the boss on the shoulder that was just as high as his chin and said loudly, "It's a pleasure to see you, and you know what, Jesus Christ told us to bless the first person we see every day, because this person is the guide of your day." So I'm going to recite the prayer for you ten times today, and I don't have to thank me, but I'm praying for myself. ”

As he spoke, he drew a cross on his chest, then took the tavernkeeper's hand and shook it vigorously.

The tavern keeper was obviously a little baffled by Massimo's sudden enthusiasm, but when he heard that he had to recite the prayer sutra for himself ten times, he still quickly responded to the monk's kindness reverently, but when he watched Massimo walk past him with a babbling mouth, and looked back at the corridor, the tavern keeper suddenly remembered something and turned to Mashimo who had already run away and shouted, "You bastard, what happened when you came out of my sister's room early in the morning?" ”

At the tavernkeeper's roar, Massimo ran out of the lookout post almost with his hands and feet, and behind him, the boss's curses and screams from the second-floor window became the horn for the lookout post to wake up all the guests.

Walking down the cool streets of a summer morning, stroking the cross on his chest, Massimo began to seriously reflect on himself.

He deliberately got up so early and was caught by his brother, which made him feel that this was God's warning to him, but after reciting the confession reverently, Massimo felt that his previous behavior was not so heinous.

"It's in our nature to pursue beautiful things, and if we close this feeling, we're just a soulless walking corpse." Mahimo confessed that he had found a reason to excuse himself, and then drew a cross again, which was the perfect end to what had happened in the morning.

Then he saw the pair of master and servant who were standing at the far corner of the street and looking at him.

Massimo smiled, walked up briskly to say hello, and then looked at Alexander with a little interest.

"I heard yesterday that a guest has come to visit you," Massimo asked in a curious tone, "if I am not mistaken, one of them must be the king's teacher, Josurnan, who is known for his erudition, but who is not really capable of anything, but I do not know the other." ”

Alexander nodded, he was not surprised that Massimo knew about Josurnan, the king's teacher would always get attention, not to mention that it was not unusual for Massimo to be a person who was always hanging out in places like the lookout post, but he didn't know Gundosa, which made Alexander a little strange.

And to his surprise, Massimo didn't seem to have a very high opinion of Joe Surnan, and this was exactly his impression after a brief encounter with that Wang Shi yesterday.

"You don't like Joe Surnan?" Alexander walked slowly down the street and casually asked, "The king's teacher must have been a very traditional man." “

"It's too traditional," Massimo pursed, then took a deep breath of the morning air, "he's the kind of guy who likes to read and then does everything according to the rules of the book, and he can't be wrong to be a scholar, but it's terrible to be a teacher to the king, and he is said to have encouraged the king to take back power." ”

"Take back the power, doesn't the king have power?" Alexander asked with a little curiosity, he hadn't expected to get more news from Massimo before, but now it seemed that the half-monk had really brought him some surprises, at least he hadn't heard of them until this morning.

"King Ferdinand's power is like the sand on the beach of Santa Lucia, grasping a handful and slipping through his fingers little by little." Massimo made a good analogy to himself, and then he laughed, "The king was able to command his army before, but in Safno, the Aragonese deprived him of his power, and then embarrassed him again and again, and it is said that for this Josurnan several times openly said that the Aragonese were as bad as the French." “

Alexander looked at Massimo in surprise, and if he didn't think he really had anything to offer, he even suspected that Mashimo was playing tricks on him.

Thinking about the fact that Josurnan took the initiative to visit yesterday, is it true that in the eyes of the Neapolitans, the Sicilians are not Aragonese?

But looking back, Alexander realized that the Sicilians were really not Aragonese.

For the Neapolitans, at least, the Sicilians were much more reliable than the Aragonese.

Alexander shook his head helplessly, speaking of the mess on the Italian peninsula nowadays, even the most well-organized people would be confused, but now he vaguely guessed, at least one thing certainly, the king of Naples, Ferdinand, did not seem to be very grateful to the Aragonese who helped him restore his country, and even he vaguely guessed that the Neapolitans might have known about the changes in Sicily, otherwise they would not have taken the initiative to contact him.

Probably in the eyes of the Neapolitans, although the current Sicily is still ruled by the king of Aragon, the noble council should be more pleasing to them than the court ministers sent by Aragon.

While pondering, Massimo had interrupted his contemplation: "Why do we say these things on such a good morning, we should take advantage of this good weather to do more beneficial things, feel the air in this morning, enjoy the gifts from nature, this is what we should pursue, art is the source of this great understanding, I can even hear the resonance of the internal organs with the rhythmic rhythm when the air is inhaled into the body." ”

"Are you hungry, you mean?"

Uliu's incomprehensible words immediately made Massimo, who was immersed in his perception of nature, bitter.

"Let's go find something to eat," said Alexander, who had hoped to find the half-monk to borrow him to open the deadlock, and now that Massimo himself had sent it to the door, he was of course willing to accompany him, "and then we could have a good talk." ”

"My friend, do you finally realize that you are talking to the great Massimo?" The monk immediately became excited, and he began to foam at the mouth as he volunteered to lead the way, "You should have admitted this fact, you must know that I have been to many places and many people, some are still alive and some are immortal, I have even seen the famous tigress of Forlì, although I am a devout monk, but I must admit that according to the world's opinion, the woman is good-looking. ”

"I suppose you must say that you're a guest at that woman's house, right?" Uliuu finally couldn't help but mutter, and after saying that, he stared at Mashimo deadly.

"Of course not," Mashimo squinted at the Moorish man with a disdainful gaze, "obviously you don't know who Forlì's tigress is, and if you knew about her, you would never ask me such a question." ”

"Oh, lord monk, then I have to ask you to teach me," Uliuu reluctantly relented, somehow, the Moors felt that this half-monk was unpleasant from the beginning, and this emotion became heavier and heavier, even to the point of breaking the rules he had been keeping, "Is there anything special about this woman?" ”

Mahimo had a strange look on his face, but it was not the annoyance of being dumbfounded by the Moor's question, but rather a look full of ambiguity and banter.

"If you knew how the Forlì tigress treated men, you would never ask me this," the half-hung monk looked at Ulliu with an ambiguous look that made the Moors feel a little chilly, "No one can say how many men were hidden in that woman's castle, and no one was spared any man who was eyed by her, and it was said that even the Moors did." ”

Massimo said and looked at Ulliu, which completely angered the Moors, and Ulliu's originally dark face was already dark red.

"Well, the best part of the day has been wasted by you."

Alexander interrupted the argument impatiently, he certainly wouldn't believe Mahimo's words, but hearing him mention Forlì's tigress, Alexander couldn't help but remember that there were legends about that woman.

Even after a few hundred years, it will be difficult for women to make a difference in a world dominated by men, and some women have even paid the price of blood in order to win some of the most basic rights.

However, there are always a few special women who are not subject to this restriction, these women are either from strong backgrounds or have strong personalities, and even in a male-dominated world, they can still show extraordinary brilliance.

This Foley's tigress is one of these few women.

But now Alexander didn't have so much to think about the woman who was far away in Milan, and he was now desperate to find something to do in Naples, or to put it simply, into trouble.

I have been a little too cautious since the day I came to this era, and now it is time to ruin my good name. Alexander laughed at himself so secretly.

Then, his eyes lit up, and then his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Massimo, do you think a person should be punished if he does something wrong?" Alexander asked suddenly.

"Of course, God punishes all the sins of the world, and man punishes the sins of man." Massimo nodded solemnly.

"Then accept the punishment of God's will."

Alexander said as he lifted his hand and pointed behind Massimo.

The monk turned slowly, and his face turned white.

A group of peasant-like men were slowly leaning towards them with all sorts of guys in their hands, and the look of the adulterer was all too familiar to Massimo.

"Do it!"

Alexander looked at a small group of patrolling soldiers who were slowly approaching in the distance, and without hesitation, he kicked down a fish stall on the side of the road, and pulled out a two-pointed harpoon with a sharp handle from the fish cage.

In an instant, the originally lively street was full of chickens and dogs, and there was chaos!