Alfonso stared at the few businessmen standing in front of him, he never imagined that these businessmen, who had always been only making money in his eyes, would one day stand up and threaten him.

Billy Shelly's gates opened, and the so-called Chamber of Commerce escorts entered the city, and all because of these merchants.

"Your Highness, you have made the right choice."

"Your lords will be grateful to you."

"You are such a benevolent lord."

Alfonso was not pleased by the sycophancy of the merchants, who only remembered that he had been blackmailed, and that they had threatened him with the withdrawal of business from Billy Silly if he did not let the convoy into the city, and although the merchants had always been so humble and respectful, it did not hide the fact that they were threatening a duke.

It's just that these people are now merchants in the free trade zone, and their business may still be done in Billy Shelly, but they themselves can rely on the terms of the trade alliance to use the low-interest loans they have borrowed to do business elsewhere, and then all they have to do in Billy Shelly is to keep making money from this territory, and no longer make a florin here.

At that time, how much money will Billy Shelly have for them to squander, after all, these people usually hold the greatest wealth in this territory?

This was all said by Buccini to Alfonso, who noticed the glint in Alfonso's eyes when he mentioned that members of the FTA could get low-interest loans from the league's banks.

"Could it be that it was the merchants who signed the agreement, not me, the duke?" In the face of the chatter of the merchants, Alfonso finally had to make concessions, knowing that he might not be able to get rid of this free trade zone alliance in the future, in fact, everywhere he joined this free trade zone was more or less quietly changing, even Taranto, far away on the tip of the Adriatic Sea.

Alfrei had strict control over the Balkans entering Bilisheli, knowing that this was a sensitive time and that nothing could go wrong, so he sent the Agri huntsmen to patrol the streets, and if they found soldiers who violated military rules, they would be punished more severely and even cruelly than usual.

"Any soldier who harasses the people of the city will be whipped, and if he robs or rapes a woman, he will be hanged on the spot, this is not negotiable, and anyone who violates it will be punished."

Offrey stood at the corner of the street and shouted to the soldiers around him and the locals watching from afar, and then he waved his hand, and several soldiers who had been put on a noose around their necks, and only a pair of pants were pulled into the air, and as their bare feet kept kicking, these people kept shaking in the air until they slowly died silent.

"Our mission is to protect the Chamber of Commerce from being violated, so anyone can report the injustice you have suffered to us, or if there is a dispute, they can also complain to us, which is the power given to us by the Chamber of Commerce in the Free Trade Zone."

Offrey shrugged his shoulders and returned to his temporary lodgings after announcing it aloud as he had just learned, and the fact that he had come to Billy Shelly as a hired mercenary made him feel that his reputation had been somewhat damaged, but that was the Earl's order, and that his army could only be a group of mercenaries who had seen the money at least until the Count arrived.

When Alfonso heard about Oflair's actions from the people sent out to inquire about the news, he relaxed a little in a complicated mood, but he knew that things would not be so simple, and at this time he did not know the news that Naples had "moved the capital", but looking at the troops who did not raise the banner of Montina, but he could not calm down, Alfonso still felt that he was caught in some kind of conspiracy.

He had Joseph Buccini brought in to question him, but he soon calmed down again.

Alfonso vaguely guessed that this was all brought by this Buccini, but now that things had come to this point, he realized that if he completely turned against this Jew, his life might be even worse.

So when Buccini came, although Alfonso didn't give him a good look, he didn't directly accuse him of being the mastermind behind this conspiracy.

"I'm now the lord of the agreement with the free trade zone, right?" Alfonso asked in an unkind tone, his personality was not so calm in the first place, and now he was even more angry, if it weren't for the fear that if he forced the merchants to leave, and turned Billy Shelly into an empty city, he would have had the Jew's head cut off.

"That's how it should be, but you can ask the representatives from the Trade Alliance," Buccini cleverly diverted Alfon's trouble-seeking target away from himself, "Actually, I can only give you a piece of advice, and it is you who make the decision, but I'm glad that the changes are now, at least the merchants are already busy." ”

"Yes, the trade alliance can make them a lot of money," Alfonsu said a little helplessly, he couldn't help but admit that the trade alliance's methods seemed to be very powerful, at least those merchants did seem much more active than before, "Then I owe you money, will you postpone?" ”

"Of course, as I said before, we don't want to see our debtors unable to pay their debts, and now it's a good thing for all of us, isn't it, and as I said before, the benefits you can get as an undoubted noble member of this alliance are not just the opportunity to get debt relief from me, you can enjoy a lot of benefits, but these require your involvement. As for me, I'm just here to do my job. ”

Alfonso was suddenly a little depressed when he looked at the Jew's "don't thank me" expression, he knew that he had lost a lot of things while temporarily avoiding his debts and seemingly having a chance to revitalize Billy Shelly, and for a moment he didn't even know whether to be grateful or hate the Jew.

When Alexander received the report from Ofleyi, the team was not too far from the city of Naples, and although the distance from Naples to Bilischeri was very close, it was a bit out of reach for the team that "moved the capital".

"We will be at least 2 days before we get to Billy Sheli," Count Mordillo looked at the sun that had sunset and was vaguely worried, "I hope nothing happens in these 2 days." ”

Alexander glanced at the Count, and he felt that it was bad luck to say such a thing at such a time, for such unfortunate speculations would always come true, as had often been the case.

And this thorn seemed to have been fulfilled, and just as the team had just stopped to prepare for camp, Alexander saw the goddess of Shosha's personal attendant come nervously approaching.

"Your Majesty, please hurry over." The maid tried to appear as calm as possible, but the way she tugged at her sleeves made Alexander notice something strange.

"Did something happen?"

"It's Your Majesty, I mean the King, and he doesn't seem to be very good." The maid said anxiously, glancing around.

"Okay, don't look at it, you're noticeable enough." As he spoke, Alexander nodded slightly to the Count of Mordillo, who had already seen that something was wrong, and whispered, "The King's situation seems to be a little worse. ”

"God, I hope nothing happens here." The count's face darkened, and when he met Alexander's eyes, he could see worry in the other's expressions.

If something happens to Alfred on the road, it will put them in an awkward position, and perhaps even returning to Naples will bring countless troubles.

The two men came to the king's resting place with great concern, and Alexander noticed that Cosenza's guards had been arranged around the king's tent, and that several of the hunters he had sent to the king's tent were guarding the door of the tent.

This made Alexander's mood sink again, and he realized that things might be worse than he thought.

It was a little stuffy in the tent, and there was a faint sound of rapid breathing, and Alexander shook his head secretly in his heart when he saw Alfred lying on the blanket with his chest undulating.

He didn't really have any ill feelings towards Alfred, and even had some pity for the young man.

This is a man who should not have been born in this era and in such a family, he has the naivety and impulsiveness that many nobles rarely have, and although he is trying to learn how to become a king who can master power and intrigue, perhaps because of talent and character, he has never succeeded.

Not to mention becoming a complete power animal like the Borgia family, even his ancestors who were not brilliant in history are much more powerful than him.

And what Alfred is most touching about is his feelings for Josha.

Perhaps this relationship is somewhat mixed with utilitarianism, but this cannot hide Alfred's deep affection for Josa, but this may be the root cause of his inevitable tragedy.

Alfred, a man who shouldn't be here.

Sitting next to the blanket, she looked up, her face was slightly pale, and her eyes flashed with a complicated expression.

Alexander and Count Mordillo walked over, and they whispered to Zhusa and soon learned what had happened.

Alfred's spirit has never been very good, and the bumps along the way made his brain, which had been drowsy from excitement the night before, even more confused, so when the carriage entered the camp and did not stop, he hurried to get out, and then he fell to the ground.

When she heard that Alfred had fallen, she immediately ordered someone to cordon off the neighborhood, first she asked the guards to help Alfred into the tent, and then ordered all the servants who saw the scene to be taken care of.

"You're right, if we were Ottomans, we'd probably have killed everyone who knew the news by this time." Count Mordilo looked out of the tent, then lowered his voice and said to Zhisa, "The news of the king's illness must not be leaked, and you know what to do when necessary." ”

There was a groan, and Josha thought Alfred was going to wake up and hurry over, but what she saw was that his eyes were still closed.

"How much of that stuff did you give him?" Alexander asked in a low voice, as if Alfred did not look very good, as if he would fall asleep at any moment and never wake up again.

"I was afraid that he would get entangled, so I mixed some of that in the wine he drank, but I didn't know he would become like this."

Jossa looked over at Alexander, and seeing that his gaze had been fixed on Alfred, Jossa walked over and asked in a low voice, "What are you going to do?" ”

Alexander obviously knew what she meant, and he looked back slightly at her complicated face, then reached out and stroked her cheek.

"Do you regret it?"

"No, it's just ......" Josha paused, turned her head to look at Alfred who was lying there gasping, and sighed softly, "God will not forgive me in the future." ”

"God will only forgive those who are victorious." Alexander whispered in Josa's ear, "And do you think Alfred is innocent?" ”

Jisha glanced back slightly, then shook her head slowly.

Who is innocent in this era?

There may be people, but not nobles, let alone kings, and even merchants are using cruel means to earn every florin.

And Alfred was just out of luck.

Another groan was heard, and Alfred slowly opened his eyes, and he looked at him with some blankness, and then his gaze fell on Josha's face.

"I just dreamed of you," Alfred smiled as he looked at his wife, "I dreamed that you wore a crown, and it was a wonderful dream." ”

Josha's hands clenched instantly, and her eyes were fixed on Alfred's face, as if trying to see why he said that, but all she saw was a face full of smiles, as if Alfred was happy at this time.

"Your Majesty, we must hurry to Biliselli as soon as possible," said the Count of Mordillo, with a solemn expression, "but your body may not be able to hold on, so perhaps it is necessary for a person of sufficient symbolic significance to lead the procession into Biliselli, only in this way can the court be in Biliselli, you know that it is very important to prove that the king and the court are still ruling Naples at such a time, and I hope you will consider this suggestion." ”

Alfred closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then his gaze fell on Josha.

"My wife, she can represent me," said Alfred, who raised his hand with some difficulty, and forcefully removed the ring on the ring finger of his left hand, and held it up to Jisha, "Go to Billy Silly for me, so that people can see that the king is still in Naples, and let them know that I am still their monarch and commander." ”

Alfred closed his eyes again, he seemed to be a little tired from the non-stop talking, and his tired eyes slowly glanced at Alexander on the side.

Alfred seemed to want to say something, but his voice seemed to be choked, and after a few squirms in his throat, he slowly shook his head and closed his eyes.

Alexander had a feeling that Alfred seemed to know something, or at least suspected something, but he didn't say it, which kept everyone at the last bit of decency.

The decision of the Count of Mordillo is indeed important, even crucial.

In these turbulent times, the royal family and the court represent not only power but also a symbol of territorial possession, especially at this time, a court that has not heard from her whereabouts for a long time is easy to cause all kinds of speculation and rumors.

That's why the Earl was anxious to enter Billy Shelly as soon as possible.

And Alexander also guessed that it was obvious that the Count had already had an idea about Alfred's physical condition, and it was obvious that the Count was preparing for some accident in case of Alfred.

Sure enough, when they came out of the tent, Alexander couldn't help but look at the courtiers who had apparently heard the news and were blocked by the guards not far away, and he couldn't help but look at the count.

"You go to Billy Sheli, and I'll leave everything here." The Earl took the initiative to speak, and he walked up to the ministers and announced to them the decision he had just made.

The ministers looked at each other silently, as if trying to see something from others, but the silence was broken when one of the ministers suddenly said, "I am willing to follow Her Majesty to Bilisheli."

Looking at the courtiers who were scrambling to go to Billy Sheli, Alexander couldn't help but look back at the tent.

From the time the Count announced that the king had fallen ill, not one of them offered to visit the king, but showed interest in following the queen to Bilisherly, which made Alexander feel a little sad for Alfred.

A flag of Cosenza fluttered at the front of the procession, before the flag retreated and was replaced by the Golden Sun Wave Banner of the Kingdom of Sicily.

Alexander rode slowly on the back of Pagassos, and instead of riding as usual, he sat in a light carriage.

Not long after leaving the camp, Shosha left the carriage and mounted the mount that had been prepared for her.

"We must get to Billy Shelly as soon as possible," Jossa first shouted to Alexander, who was waiting for her, and then she slightly urged her mount to Alexander's side and lowered her voice, "I don't know if Alfred's body will be able to hold on, so we must hurry up." ”

Alexander didn't say anything, but waved his hand to Schell, who was standing on the side of the road.

"Your Majesty, this is for you," the Balkan man led two pack horses with heavy packs, "but you may have to suffer along the way." ”

"It's for the road, and if we set off now, we might be able to take a little more time in the night." Alexander waved his hand, and a group of Balkan cavalry, which had already been prepared, followed.

Tsusha took a deep breath, knowing that the next 2 days were going to be difficult.

As the sky had darkened, Count Mordilo stood outside the tent watching the sun set, and after listening to one of his attendants whisper to him about the whereabouts of Zhisa and Alexander, the Count groaned slightly, and then turned and walked into the tent.

In the tent, Alfred lay asleep on a blanket, and the Count walked up to him and looked down at the young king, then took out a small bottle and slowly poured the green juice into the glass.

"My dear Josha, let me help you do what you haven't done well." The Count said slowly.