Even though Belleri was badly wounded, the Count of Cosenza never said anything, perhaps for him that an illegitimate son had no place in his heart, or or, as Jossa said, the Count did not remember that he had such a son.

Although the wound on Boley's face made him break his face, the young man didn't care very much, this young man, who was actually half a year younger than Jisha, seemed to have a rare and firm heart, which made him go to the ground in the third conversation after waking up, even if he moved the wounds on his face and body so much that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"How can you just lie down like this, there is still a lot to do, and if there is no one to watch the horses, those lazy guys will not take good care of them." Bolery stubbornly wanted to get up, but was pressed on the bed by the more stubborn Shosha, looking at his sister who was staring at him seriously, Bellery finally gave in, "Then let the deputy head of the horse farm report to me every day, so it's always okay." ”

In the end, Bona did not refuse Bolery's almost pleading request, and she felt that it would indeed be an ordeal if Boleri was left in bed and doing nothing.

So she had the deputy steward of the horse farm called, a large man who was not as big as Bellery, but still unusually tall, and asked him to come to the castle every evening to report the day's work to Bellery.

Perhaps because of something to do, Bolery's originally irritable mood became better, and because his body was unusually good, his appetite became surprisingly good.

This surprised Ulliu, who had been secretly concocting herbs for him, and was so curious that he told Alexander and Massimo about it as a novelty.

"I can't believe that he can eat so much, bacon, dried bacon, and all kinds of nuts that can feed people without eating much, knowing that his servant who can eat so well may have been whipped in the palace of Lord Vizier."

"If it weren't for the Countess protecting him, he would still be whipped by the lord here if he was so able to eat." Massimo was also apparently surprised by Boleri's big appetite.

However, the improvement of Bellery's injuries did make Shosha feel better, so much so that she proposed another feast.

At the banquet, however, the Count was unable to recognize who was right after only a few sips of wine, and he was sent back to his room in the tower, and Keisel took advantage of this time to tell all the servants what they should do when they were not at home.

In front of everyone, Keisel announced that because the Count's body was too much to take responsibility, everything in the territory during his time away was up to Jossa to decide.

After receiving a promise from the captain of the castle guard and several knights, the next day, Kaisel went out of the house.

It wasn't a long way from Cosenza to Taranto, but it was enough to make it an easy journey, and looking at the two servants who were preparing armor, weapons, tents, kettles, and even a large string of tinkling cooking utensils for their master, Alexander couldn't remember the description of the trip in a book he had read.

"Even if it's not a long way to travel, it's an unpleasant feeling, first of all, bad roads are the worst enemy of travelers, and all kinds of accidents and even dangers along the way also plague everyone who is away from home."

Alexander did not remember the author of the book, but from his own experience, which he did not remember vividly, the man's description was quite correct, at least he felt that there must have been a lot of weapons and cooking utensils.

"I'll be back soon, Shosha," said Kesel, dressed in a light robe, as he came out of the castle, and hugged his sister hard, before looking at Alexander and saying to him in a wary tone, "I hope you will enjoy your stay in Cosencha, so that when I come back, we can go out hunting together." ”

Alexander knew what Kaisel meant, of course, but he didn't pay much attention to the fact that he was going to go far away, and in these turbulent times, any trip could be an adventure of no return, and even if it wasn't far, it might be a long time before he saw the count's heir again.

To everyone's surprise, when Kesel got on his horse and was about to leave, Jossa suddenly asked him, "Are you going to see Count Houssen?" ”

Kessel seemed to be embarrassed for a moment, but then bent down and put his arm around Jisha's shoulder: "Don't worry, my little sister, although I don't like your mother, I still want you to be happy." ”

With that, Kaisel urged his horse out of the castle without waiting for Shosha to speak, as if he was running away from something.

Just looking at the back of Kaiser, who had gone away with two retinues, Jisha's originally somewhat lonely expression slowly disappeared, and when she turned to face Alexander again, a bright smile was already on her face.

"Now it's just us," said Zhosa to Alexander, "I'm going to go upstairs to see my father, and then we'll have a feast to celebrate, shall we?" ”

"Celebrate what?" Alexander asked a little strangely, he thought that the appearance of Jisha was really a little strange, and it only now did he think that it seemed that he had never really understood this 'sister' from the beginning to the end.

"Of course, celebrate that I am the master of this castle," said Josha, turning in circles, letting her long fluffy skirt flutter like a blooming flower, "Now I am the master of this castle, am I, you know, I have rarely left my mother, or in the castle, or at Uncle Salen's, so I want to celebrate this." ”

"Your father is still here." Alexander had to warn Josha, who seemed to be a little too excited.

"But he won't care about me," said Josha, laughing, as she turned as she walked down the corridor, laughter echoing through the corridor, "knowing that I won't be here for long, and that I may have to marry the Earl of Hornen when Kessel returns, so why can't I be as happy as I can." ”

"You already know......" Although it is not surprising that Jisha already knows about the marriage, Alexander has a feeling that Jisha does not care about this, "So you are willing to marry the earl too?" ”

"Who? Count Horseen? Jossa paused to look at Alexander, then shook her head earnestly, "If you ask me if I would like to marry someone who is good enough to be my uncle, I will tell you that I don't." ”

Alexander moved his lips, he hadn't expected the earl to be so old, although it was not unusual, but he could feel that Josha was clearly disgusted by this.

Perhaps in a bad mood, it was evident that she did not want to talk about it again, and she turned and walked down the steps towards the end of the corridor, where there was a small door to the top floor of the upper floor of the castle.

Standing in front of the small door, Jossa turned to look at Alexander and said, "Thank you for saving me and Bellery." ”

"This is the first time you've thanked you," Alexander smiled slightly, "you don't have to do this at all, if you hadn't accompanied me on the hunt, you wouldn't have encountered such danger, and Bolery wouldn't have been hurt, so I should apologize to you." ”

"Then it doesn't have to be," a strange look flashed in her eyes, and she stood up the stairs in the door, making herself look as tall as Alexander, and then she looked into Alexander's eyes and lowered her voice, "but I'm a little interested in the gadgets you used that day, and I'll forgive you if you'll tell me how those things are made." ”

Alexander looked at Josha in surprise, he didn't expect Josha to make such a request.

Speaking of the things he had made with two arquebuses before, he really wanted to use this to arouse Josa's interest at first, and then take the opportunity to try his best to understand the situation of the Kosencha family, but now that Kosa seemed to be very interested, he felt a faint sense of unease.

However, under the gaze of Jisha, Alexander didn't have time to think about it, but after nodding in agreement, watching Jisha turn around and disappear along the steps at the bend in satisfaction, he always felt that something seemed to make him feel unsure.

This unsteadiness haunted him until he returned to his room and looked at Massimo who was curiously fiddling with the two muskets, that Alexander realized what that strange feeling was.

It was true that Tsusha was intrigued by the strange construction of the two muskets, but that wasn't the point.

Alexander noticed that when Massimo was tinkering with the two muskets, perhaps he did not realize the enormous significance of these two muskets, so he had no expression other than curiosity.

But Josha was different, and Alexander remembered it well, and in her eyes there was not only curiosity, but also a clear desire for possession.

There was a crisp sound of "pop", the horizontal iron was pulled, and the hook and ring that was stuck in the back immediately smashed forward, and the small piece of flint embedded in the front of the hook and ring smashed the fire cap piece, and the gunpowder remaining in the barrel burst into a small cloud of smoke.

"It's incredible," Massimo looked at the musket in amazement, "I don't need to light the arquebus, I've seen people hunting because the arquebuses are always extinguished and they don't catch anything, but if this is maybe everything will be fine." ”

"Of course, it's much better than an arquebus." Alexander casually said that he did not care that the two muskets were visible to the monks, and that in fact the flintlock muskets would appear less than half a century later, and that they would soon be in vogue first in France and then in Europe.

So, even if he was cautious now, he couldn't stop others from doing this, and because the two muskets were made purely as simple modifications, Alexander was confident that it wouldn't be so easy for someone else to figure out what was going on.

"Sir, aren't you going to give these two muskets to the Count?" Massimo asked, looking at Alexander's puzzled look, and he added, "I mean Count Mordiglo, if the Count saw these two guns, he might be glad to marry Miss Countess to you." ”

"I don't think that's likely, I'm a poor boy from Sicily to the Count," Alexander shook his head, knowing that to both Modilo and Frederick, it was only the messenger of the Aragonese who would be of interest, and that he himself would be valued by the two great men, and that Alexander would not believe it.

There was a knock on the door, and Ulliu entered, looking at Mashimo and then glancing at Alexander.

"Is there anything I can't know?" The monk keenly caught the Moorish look, and he walked over and looked at the Moor, "It's disgusting that you do this. ”

Seeing that the Moors were about to turn against each other and that a quarrel was about to break out, Alexander raised his hand and stopped Ulliu's words: "If it is not related to Massimo, say something." ”

Ulliu glared at the monk dissatisfied, then whispered a few words in Alexander's ear in a low voice.

Suddenly Massimo's face showed a strange look, and he was about to speak when Alexander stopped him, so he had to say to the Moors: "What you said is true? ”

"Why should I make up such a lie, of course, if it were you, maybe you wouldn't be able to help but make up something whether it was useful or not."

The monk looked annoyed, but when he saw Alexander's sinking face, he closed his mouth in amusement.

"Let's go to the banquet in the evening," Alexander ignored the two-fighting men, and he instructed Ullius to put away his musket, and then instructed the Moors, who were beginning to ponder what their master should wear for the evening, "don't think too much, we didn't have any luggage with us, as long as it was more convenient." ”

But such instructions did not save the Moors from their distress in the slightest, and looking at the sad face of the simple cages in the corner, Alexander felt that he had to think of some way to make money without letting his manservant worry about all kinds of expenses.

It seems that Kesser's departure has made Jossa feel much better, and when the dinner begins, Alexander is surprised to find that she is wearing the same dress that she wore when he saw her archery at the Count of Mordiglo's house.

This made her look not only like the ancient pagan god of the forest hunt, but also like a goddess of war on an expedition, because in order to be more like an ancient Roman, Alexander noticed that she even wore a pair of sturdy boots.

The Count seemed to be in a much better mood this time, and at the banquet he not only kept boasting about his daughter's beauty, but was even able to talk to Alexander, who was sitting not far away, but when he spoke of the glorious battles he had participated in before, he became agitated, and began to drink desperately, and then he was carried back to the room in a daze after a while.

She was always smiling, and though she was still young, she had already shown the demeanor of a hostess, and she did not hesitate to praise the captain of the castle and the brave knights of his men, and offered more than once to make a toast to the health of her father, her brother, and the warriors who followed them.

As she stood up and raised her glass, her long smooth sleeves slid down her elbows, revealing creamy white skin and slightly taut elbows like red coral, and then when she took a sip of the wine, a hint of intoxicating blush immediately appeared on her cheeks.

"I wish the Ottomans never came," said an overdrunk knight, shaking to Alexander, "and to be able to drink such good wine forever." ”

With that, the man staggered and crawled down on the table and fell asleep.

"It's a pity that neither of your wishes can be granted."

Alexander patted the man on the shoulder, and he took a sip of the dark red wine, which, after a little recollection, could not help but admit that it was not much worse than that made in the monasteries of Sicily.

Alexander was carried out of the banquet by Ulliu, but before he could leave, the table was staggering and drunk.

The night was already dark, and the rest of the castle seemed quiet except for the drunken noise in the hall.

Ulius helped Alexander slowly down the corridor, and they stopped when Massimo suddenly stepped out of a fork in the road.

"I see them," Massimo whispered, "do you want to go and see them, my lord?" ”

"Go and see," Alexander was now drunk, and he followed the monk cautiously through the dark shadows to the corner of the castle, and when he came to a very low corner door, looking at the half-open corner door, Alexander looked at the monk with a little surprise, "What is going on?" ”

"They're gone from here." Massimo whispered.

"It's crazy." Alexander muttered in a low voice as he lowered his head through the corner gate, and had not gone far along a path under the city wall that was covered with overgrown weeds, when he saw the backs of two people, one tall and one short, leading their horses forward.

"Did you just leave, Miss Count?" Alexander asked softly.

The two in front of them immediately turned around when they heard the sound, and in the moonlight, Jisha and Bellery looked at Alexander with surprised faces!

"How did you know we were going to escape?" Jossa stared at Alexander.

"You have changed into Roman boots and put on these clothes for the convenience of walking," Alexander looked at the two men, "and you, who have deliberately eaten and drunk in order to prepare the food for your escape, would not have we discovered your little trick if it had not been for the fact that my servant had accidentally discovered that you were stealing and hiding the food that could be stored." ”

"Mademoiselle must not marry the Earl of Hornen, he can be her father," said Bellery angrily, and then continued, "certainly not to marry Prince Alfred." ”

"Just because of this, you're going to run away and fool everyone?" Alexander asked.

"I didn't fool you," said the blue eyes of the lake that shone strangely in the moonlight, "I just wanted to get you drunk and run away quietly, but now you forced me to do it." ”

With that, Josha pulled the musket out of her pouch and put it on Alexander's chest, and then she didn't hesitate to pull the horizontal iron strike ring!