Hearing Modiglo's name, Ferdinand's face showed a strange look, which looked more nervous than unhappy.

Josurnan also seemed surprised, and Alexander seemed to see suspicion in the look in his eyes, which made him suddenly realize that perhaps the king's teacher was suspicious of something.

Ferdinand withdrew the hand from Alexander's shoulder, and took a slight step to the side before instructing his attendants, "Please come in." ”

Alexander couldn't help but look intently at the door of the palace, although he had heard of this Neapolitan count with whom he could say that he had the most complicated relationship, but he really did not expect to see this man so suddenly.

In Alexander's plan, he wanted to wait a little longer before he slowly approached this man.

When he heard from Camusi that Modillo, Count of Naples, had the hope of working and reuniting Sicily, and thinking about the life of the fat man in the monastery of San Sebalon, he had sketched out a plan that did not seem complicated, but required great patience.

This is a plan that will take more than 20 years to be realized, but compared to more than 20 years, the reunification of the two Sicilies is clearly worth it.

A man walked in from outside the palace gate not far away, and when he first saw him, Alexander thought to himself that this man did indeed match the impression of Modillo in his mind.

Modillo, Count of Naples, was a well-proportioned man with a serious countenance, and apart from a pair of slightly gloomy eyes, his countenance was very upright, or could be called handsome.

Unlike the other aristocratic costumes, Modillo's clothes were ornate but not exaggerated, except for a few gold threads on the shoulders, the whole half-length knee-length robe was half-draped over the body like the tunics of the ancient Romans, revealing a slightly darker robe inside.

Maybe it's because of the years of hard work, Modillo's temples are slightly gray, but this adds a touch of deep charm to him, when his brown eyes look at people, even if they just pass by unconsciously, it seems that a falcon is carefully observing the opponent, and then it is about to find the flaws of the opponent, and then tear the opponent apart in one fell swoop.

Ferdinand was already seated on his throne by this time, but Alexander felt that he was not tired, but rather afraid of what would be said.

"Your Majesty," Mordillo bowed, and then he nodded slightly to Josurnan, who was standing next to the king's throne, "Your Excellency." ”

"Your Excellency." Josurnan nodded in acknowledgement, but his hand rested on the back of the throne, consciously or unconsciously, as if he wanted to cheer up the king.

"Count, do you have anything to do?" Ferdinand's voice raised a lot, he was sitting very straight on the throne at this time, completely different from the slightly crazy appearance before, and when he saw Modillo looking at Alexander, he quickly explained: "I am discussing things with the envoy of Sicily. ”

"A messenger from Sicily?" Modillo's angular chin tilted slightly, then nodded, "I know, a young man, but I heard he was in some trouble yesterday." ”

"Count, you are truly the Count of Naples, and no little thing can escape your eyes and ears." Josurnan said with a slight sarcasm, "But this young man has now learned his lesson and knows what to do in Naples so as not to cause trouble." ”

"Is that so?" Modillo looked at Alexander with interest, "Very young, I really didn't expect such a young man to be sent on the other side of the lighthouse, after all, we are negotiating matters related to the border between the two countries, and as far as I know, the border situation between the two countries is already a little bad, I don't know if this young man can handle this important task." ”

Modiglo's words made Jossurnan's otherwise calm face hesitate, he had also been worried about whether this young man could negotiate between the two sides, but the huge crisis facing Napoli forced him to pin his hopes on this young man from Sicily.

In fact, what really worried Josurnan was not only the impending famine, but also the doubts and reproaches that the king might face for it.

But even so, he still hoped to help the king through this difficult time by himself, because he knew very well that for the king, the uncle who peeped into the throne was certainly unsettling, and the earl in front of him did not make him feel at ease.

"Your Excellency, if you have said that you have previously proposed to negotiate with the Kingdom of Sicily on how to re-establish the border, then I am here to accomplish this task."

It was only then that Alexander spoke for the first time.

"I've heard of you, young man," Modillo looked at Alexander with a smile, "I heard that you got into quite a bit of trouble as soon as you arrived in Naples. ”

"It's my retinue that got into trouble," Alexander smiled wryly, "but I think he's learned his lesson, and I can vouch for him." ”

"In that case, then we can continue the discussion," said the Count noncommittally, before he bowed to Ferdinand and said, "Your Majesty, I think there is no need to disturb you about the boundary between the two sides of the lighthouse, after all, it is more my territory there, so it is more appropriate for me to complete this negotiation." ”

Ferdinand obviously didn't expect Mordillo to say that, he opened his mouth for a moment, and then turned his head to look at the teacher next to him as if asking for help.

Qiao Surnan's face was gloomy, and although he tried his best to slow down his voice, the dissatisfaction in his tone had become obvious: "Your Excellency, although it is true that most of the disputes with the other side of the lighthouse occur in your territory, but this is already a matter between the two Sicilian kingdoms, so the most suitable thing is for His Majesty the King to come forward to settle it, of course, the specific way to do it is completely up to you." ”

Although he had made a big concession, it was clear that Josurnan's words did not satisfy Modillo, and the Count's already slightly gloomy gaze became even more gloomy, he looked at Alexander, then at Ferdinand sitting on the throne, and at Josurnan next to him, and then he slowly drew his sword from his waist.

"Your Majesty, I probably have to use drastic methods to make you understand how important this matter is to me," Mordillo said, slowly pointing the tip of his sword at Alexander, "Young man, I have to express regret, I personally have no personal grudge against you, but this is related to the rights and interests of my territory, so here I can only solve the problem in this way." ”

Alexander's hand couldn't help but caress the hilt of the sword, although he had not stopped stroking it before, but now for the first time, he felt that the sword that Massimo had come of nowhere, seemed to be a little heavy.

"Count, do you want to draw your sword against the messenger?!" Josurnan shouted as he walked between the two, "Count, you will not hesitate to destroy the reputation of Naples and even disgrace the king in order to get this negotiating power?" ”

"But this is more about the honor of my family," Mordillo put his sword on the ground, pressing the hilt of his sword with both hands, "As the Count of Naples, it is my duty to protect my family's honor first, and my family's honor is inseparable from the kingdom. ”

"But now you are humiliating the king!"

"No, I'm defending the king's honor," Mordillo said, tilting his head to look at Alexander behind Josurnan, "It would be a real insult if I let this man negotiate with the king, because you are most likely negotiating with an emissary who is not recognized by King Ferdinand of Aragon at all." ”

As soon as Mordillo said this, the palace immediately fell silent.

Alexander exhaled slightly, and by this time he was already sure that the Neapolitans already knew what was happening in Sicily.

At least Modillo must have known enough.

He took a step forward and asked, "So, you already know that I am an emissary sent by the Sicilian noble council to negotiate?" ”

"Of course I already know, you know that there are enough merchant ships coming from Sicily now." Modillo looked at Alexander and smiled, but it looked a little awkward because his eyes were so gloomy

"Wait a minute, Count, are you saying this man is a liar? So he didn't come from Palermo, and what he said wasn't true? Ferdinand suddenly shouted loudly, he looked at Alexander with angry eyes, and looked at his clothes with pity, which seemed to have more to do with whether even the style of clothes mentioned earlier was lying to him.

"Of course not Your Majesty," the Count shook his head, "you must know that my letter was addressed to Gomez, the Sicilian courtier, and that it was not the Sicilian court minister who sent this young man to negotiate, but the so-called noble council, so I have the right to deny the identity of this man, and although I would not consider him a liar, I still do not think that you are qualified to negotiate with the king." “

After saying the last sentence to Alexander, Modillo turned his head to look at the blue-faced Jossurnan, and then raised the sword in his hand and bowed to Ferdinand.

"But if this young man were to enter into a dispute with me concerning my realm and Sicily, I would be willing to accept his identity, so do you think I am engaged in a duel, Your Majesty, or do you not recognize his status as an emissary here?"

Ferdinand looked at Mordillo in amazement, the young king obviously didn't expect so much to happen just by taking the time to meet with an emissary.

He didn't know what was going on with the noble council that Mordillo was talking about, and he didn't understand why he couldn't negotiate with him if the envoy wasn't a fake.

But the king's face suddenly improved considerably, and he seemed to be glad that the previous talk about clothing had not been deceived.

"So what to do?" Ferdinand frowned, and then he said loudly as if he had made a decision, "Count, since you have caused this trouble, then you are responsible for solving it, and now I will leave this man to you, and if you are interested, continue to negotiate with him." ”

"Your Majesty, you can't do this." Jo Surnan spoke out to stop.

"I think that's total," Ferdinand stood up impatiently, "I've lost so much time today, and I don't have much to do even when I first came back." “

With that, Ferdinand turned and walked towards the corner gate.

Josurnan looked angrily at the king's back, and then at Mordillo angrily.

"Don't look at me like that, it's the King's decision," Mordillo smiled, looking back at Alexander with a strange smile, "Now you're going to go with me, young man." ”