The sudden appearance of Miss Kosenza surprised people.

The golden strands of hair shone in the air as they ran, and the slender but erect body shuttled through the crowd like a nimble fawn, and the young lady of the Earl's house walked through the crowd to the clearing with a curious gaze.

"It's not fair," said Miss Cosenza aloud, turning to look at the Florentine with lake-blue eyes, "do you think this duel is fair, or what honor do you have if you win?" ”

With that, she walked up to Alexander, raised his hand, and people saw strips of cloth soaked in blood.

The Florentine looked at the girl who had suddenly run out to stop the duel, and although he did not know who she was, he was enraged by Miss Cosenza's words.

He looked at the girl angrily, tried to suppress his anger and said: "May I ask who you are, why do you question me for not being fair, although you are a lady I can't challenge you, but I will challenge your family, your father or brother, because it's not just my own business, it's about my identity." As an emissary of Florence, I cannot accept such an insult. ”

The people around him immediately let out a low cry again, but this time the voice contained schadenfreude.

"Do you want to challenge my family?" Miss Cosenza had a smile on her face, she nodded seriously, then slowly turned to look at Mordillo, who was sitting there smiling, and said very seriously, "Uncle Saren, this messenger wants to challenge you. ”

As soon as Miss Cosenza's words came out, the hall burst into laughter!

Some people slapped the table and laughed, some stomped their feet and laughed, and the clown who was standing next to him had already turned over a few times and finally ran to Modillo's side and began to wave his mask.

Everyone looked at the Florentines as if they were fools.

Savonarola's piety and heterogeneity did give him a lot of reverence, but it came from the bottom, and the people were willing to see him as a savior and hope in these turbulent times, and in him the public saw a truly self-sacrificing and great idol like a saint.

But this does not include the aristocracy, much less the church.

Relations between Rome and Florence had reached the point of war, and the current Pope Alexander VI hated him for Savonarola's unceremonious attacks on him.

So the nobles were waiting to see what happened to that person, and even the envoys he sent were annoying to the nobles, especially his completely different outfit from everyone else, and the fact that everyone else was eating and drinking, but he didn't drink a drop of alcohol, and only insisted on drinking water and eating bread, which had already attracted people's attention.

Now seeing that this man actually threatened to challenge Modiglo, people finally broke out into a complete mockery of this guy who did not know the height of the sky.

When Miss Cosenza called Uncle Modillo, the Florentines already knew that it was bad!

He bit his lip and turned pale, listening to the ridicule and ridicule that swarmed all around, this not tall man stood straight in the clearing, and his eyes were unyielding to the Count of Naples, who was always smiling.

"So, you're going to duel with me?" Modillo asked very seriously, and then pointed at Alexander next to him with the knife in his hand, "There is still a person waiting for you over there, do you ignore him, I really want to see his hand bleed, why do Florentines like to duel with people who can't fight?" ”

The laughter was already ringing through the hall, and listening to Modillo's words, the people had now understood his attitude towards Florence, which made people no longer have any scruples, and the mocking boos almost drowned out the lonely Florentine envoy standing there.

The clown began to jump around the Florentine, and in his mouth he said loudly in a long voice: "The man in the mask has not finished the show, and the noble actors without the mask have already shown us a good show." ”

Alexander stood aside, looking at the Florentine who was silent but determined to guard the last dignity and shook his head slightly, he admired this person who still maintained his dignity even at such times, but he also knew that this result could be said to be predestined a long time ago.

Otherwise, he would not have rebuked Savonarola so mercilessly and did not hesitate to provoke a duel.

Although Modillo has an ambiguous relationship with the French, he is completely different from Savonarola who wears a pair of pants with the French.

For whatever purpose, Modillo was always a Neapolitan, and from the description of Camusi, the ruler of the Sicilian Council, he was a Sicilian who was persistent and restored to the glory of the Kingdom of Sicily.

But Savonarola is different, he regards France as a brother, Charles VIII as a father, in his eyes Florence, Naples, even Milan or even Rome, should be saved and conquered by France, for this he even took the initiative to suggest that Charles VIII march into Rome, which made the king a little moved.

It can be said that Savonarola has already considered himself a spiritual Frenchman.

Because of this, Alexander was certain that Mordillo would not agree to an alliance with Savonarola.

However, if Miss Cosenza didn't step up at the crucial moment, he was a little skeptical that Modillo would have to wait until he was slightly injured to stop the duel.

"My lord, is this your answer to me?" The Florentine man finally spoke, his lip already bitten, but his voice remained firm: "Let your niece insult me, it will not in any way damage my honor, much less the honor of the one to whom I am allegiated, and I will leave Naples, but I will say a word before I go." The man turned and looked at the people who were laughing at him, he was not tall but stocky, and he stood there as if he had infinite strength in his body, and he looked steady and dignified, which made the people who were laughing at him gradually lower their voices, "Your ridicule does not hurt me in the slightest, because I know that you are afraid, you are afraid of what you have heard, and you are afraid of what is happening in Florence, because you are as greedy, corrupt, and insatiable as our depraved aristocrats, You are lifeless and only pass the time with luxury, and in my eyes you are a group of soulless shells. ”

The laughter was gone, the hall became silent, and the people looked at the man who had been laughing mercilessly just now, he was short, but no one could ignore his presence standing there, his voice was not high, but the people who wanted to continue to laugh at him were silent, this was a short giant, a warrior standing among the enemy.

Alexander shook his head secretly, he admired the courage and persistence of the person in front of him, but he was destined to be opponents.

Not to mention that the identities of the two were originally hostile, personally, he did not approve of Savonarola's behavior.

It was indeed a pure man, a man who was so pure that there was only black and white in his eyes, but he thought so for himself, but he demanded and even forced others to be like him, and never allowed any different thoughts.

Otherwise, the most cruel punishment will be met.

This is unacceptable to Alexander, and most disgusting!

"Well, I listened to your declaration, and now you can leave with honor." The smile on Modillo's face disappeared, and his expression was serious, which immediately added a touch of majesty to the count, who looked like a kind uncle just now, "But please pay attention to the messenger, do not stop after walking out of this gate, and leave Naples immediately, otherwise I will not guarantee the safety of your identity as an envoy." ”

As soon as the earl's voice fell, the originally relaxed hall was silent for a moment, and a murderous aura arose.

The Florentine looked at the Count without wavering, then bowed methodically, turned and walked out the door.

"Please wait a minute," Alexander called out to the Florentine man, who looked at the middle-aged man, who was half a head shorter than himself, but as steady as a mountain, "could I ask your name?" ”

The Florentine groaned for a moment, but said, "Bruni, Ovant Bruni." ”

"My name is Alexander, Alexandre Giulian Cambrai." Alexander looked at the stocky short man, "Maybe one day we'll meet again." ”

The Florentine man named Bruni looked at Alexander, and at this time he was certainly not in the mood to wonder what this Sicilian who had defeated him meant.

He only knew that his trip was not only in vain, but Modillo's intentions were already obvious, and the cunning Neapolitan obviously tried to separate himself from his previous self when he saw that the situation of the French was not good, and even did not hesitate to humiliate him by letting a young Sicilian and his niece come out together for this purpose.

The Florentines did not think that everything that had just happened was a coincidence, he felt that it was all arranged by Modiglo, which made him even more worried, thinking that he would have to face enemies from all sides alone, and Bruni decided to follow Modiglo's warning and return to Florence immediately.

It's not because he's afraid, it's about going back as soon as possible to report it all to the plenipotentiary, and then face the coming strong enemy with him.

Not long after Bruni came out, he heard a loud commotion coming from the hall behind him, and the banquet was not affected by his departure in the slightest, and the people cheered again, but this time it seemed to be for Miss Cosenza.

Miss Jossa Cosenza sat beside her uncle Mordillo, and she was not disturbed by the cheers around her, but looked at the people at the banquet with a smile.

Her eyes were clear, and she looked at everyone with a little bit of inquiry, and when she saw Alexander, her smile deepened.

"Are you interested in this young man?" Modillo looked curiously at the young man who had received everyone's attention because of an unrealized duel, and when he saw his niece smiling and nodding, he gestured to his entourage.

Then the retinue walked through the crowd to Alexander's side with unconcealed curiosity, and whispered in his ear.

In fact, when Modillo and his niece were talking in a whisper, it had already been noticed that they seemed to be paying attention to the Sicilian, and now when they saw the attendant leading the young man to the count, people's eyes became warm.

In addition to all kinds of speculation, some people who knew that Uncle Wang's son was pursuing Miss Cosenza were already gloating: "It seems that Prince Alfred is about to meet the enemy." ”

Modillo looked at Alexander with interest, he felt that this young man was a little unexpected by him, according to the information he had received, he thought that this person was only sent by Sicily to negotiate with him about re-demarcating the border at his previous request, although his real purpose was not to survey the border, but this young man actually said that he hoped to reach an alliance between the two Sicilies against the French, which made Modillo a little surprised.

Everyone knew that the Count of Naples had an ambiguous relationship with the French, which had even caused a clash between Uncle Wang's army and the Count's men, but now a Sicilian was looking for him to form an alliance, which is strange.

Before the Florentine emissary was expelled, it was unclear what Modillo was thinking.

This made the Count think that the young man was either whimsical or really knew something.

"Come, let's have a drink together," the Count said, holding his glass, and leaning forward slightly, "I'm curious now how you met my niece, and if the wound on your hand has anything to do with her?" ”

"It's just a minor injury." Alexander tore off the strip of cloth that bound the wound and threw it away, in fact, he had secretly loosened the strip of cloth before the duel, and forcefully broke open the wound that no longer stopped bleeding, he believed that this would give Mordillo a reason to stop the duel, he did not want to duel with a fanatical person, who was often a madman.

It's just that he didn't expect that in the end, the earl didn't say anything to stop him, but this "sister" who gave him a lot of trouble when they met for the first time spoke for him.

This gave Alexander a deeper understanding of Modillo.

"He was wounded for me," said Miss Cosenza at once, "he duel with Alfred, and he won." ”

The Count was really surprised this time, he looked at Alexander in surprise, and the people at the nearby table couldn't help but be silent.

Prince Alfred, the son of Frederick, is courting the Earl's niece, which is not only an interesting topic, but also an event that has attracted the attention of countless people.

The marriage means that the previous contradictions between the two sides will no longer exist, and the alliance between the two families will become the most formidable force in Naples.

Perhaps, many people even think in their hearts that even King Ferdinand's throne is not secure.

But at this critical moment, a Sicilian suddenly appeared.

What's worse is that although the Countess's language is unknown, no matter how you listen to it, it can only be understood as a drama of jealousy.

Hearing this, everyone's hearts pondered.

Sensing the curious gazes cast around him, and then at Miss Josa Cosenza, who was smiling at him, Alexander felt as if he had fallen into a pit.

It is evident that this Miss Cosenza is not in any way as innocent as she looks, and if you think about it, you will see that her appearance is somewhat too coincidental.

On second thought, Alexander even thought that perhaps the duel between him and the prince Alfred was not due to pure coincidence.

"Are they dueling for you?"

Modillo asked casually as if curious, but the atmosphere around him immediately changed again.

"It's for me," Miss Cosenza nodded vigorously under the gaze of countless eyes, "Uncle Salon, you know, he is really brave, I have never seen anyone like him." ”

Miss Cosenza said and turned to Alexander, "You made me angry, but I still said nice things about you, didn't I?" ”

Listening to the Countess's awkward tone with her lover, and feeling the strange and inquiring gazes cast around him, Alexander couldn't help but sigh secretly: My sister can't be so cute.