Keisel had never felt so hopeless as he did now.

He didn't want to admit that it was actually fear, and he didn't want to admit that he was afraid of his sister.

Kaisel thought that someone might take advantage of his father, so he sent someone very secretly to send old Cosencha to a convent far away, and after paying a sum of money, there was an old man in the monastery who had to be sent here to repent because he had fallen mad.

Keisel felt that everything was in order, and the only people who knew the whereabouts of old Cosenza were his two cronies.

No, there is one more man, Frederick's tax collector!

But none of the three of them would say it, and Kaizer believed that it must be so, so the whereabouts of old Cosenza should be very secretive.

But when he saw Old Cosenza in a two-horse carriage in the procession outside the castle, Keisel almost completely collapsed!

Everyone was looking at old Kosenza, on the city walls, under the walls, and people were looking at the poor old man, looking at the poor old man who could only shake his body back and forth but could not do anything because he had lost his hands.

Josha dismounted and walked to her father's car, bent down to listen to his lips, and then whispered a few words to him.

No one knew what the father and daughter had said, and then Tsusha got back on her horse and came to the front of the group.

Kaisel on the city wall looked at his sister with a grim face, in his memory, Jisha was indeed smart, but this intelligence was only slightly better than those self-righteous noble ladies, but now looking at Jisha under the city wall, he realized that he had never really understood this sister before.

"Kaisel, you imprisoned your father by despicable means, and betrayed the rights of the Cosencha family, you are not worthy to be a descendant of the Cosencha family." Josha's voice was not loud, not even heard by anyone a little farther away, but she believed that as long as it could be heard by Kesel, "Therefore, in my capacity as the Count of Cosenza, the guardian of the realm conferred upon us by our father, you no longer have any rights, and in view of your bad deeds, the Count of Cosenza declares that you will be stripped of your honour and privileges, and that you will no longer have the status of a nobleman." At this, Josha's voice suddenly lowered, although she whispered in a tone that only she could hear, "Kaisel, you're finished." ”

"No!" Kessel roared, leaning out of the walls and shouting below, "Listen, Shosa, whoever you bring here, even the Pope, don't try to take Cosenza from me, don't try to snatch the crown of the Count of Cosenza from me, I'm standing on the wall now, if you want to take it all you have to take my castle, do you hear me, come and let me see how powerful the bohemians you seduced with your betrayal are to attack ......"

"Your Excellency."

A voice came from next to Kesel, who angrily turned his head to look at the crony who interrupted him: "What are you doing! ”

"Your Excellency, look around." The cronie whispered, looking at Kaisel's gaze with pity, even a little contempt, something he never thought he would ever look at this master one day.

"What?" Kaesel looked to the left and right, and only then did he realize that his surroundings were empty, and people were far away from him at any time, and there seemed to be a look in his eyes like this cronie.

"What are you doing, why don't you stand in your position, the Bohemians are about to attack," Keisel angrily scolded the soldiers, but none of these soldiers, who were usually respectful and fearful of him, moved, on the contrary, the eyes of the people looked at him gradually became cold, "What are you going to do, I am the Count of Cosenza, I order you to obey the order!" ”

Keisel turned and yelled at the men on either side, but no one on the walls made a sound except for his own hysterical roar.

"Kaisel, it's over."

A knight standing far away shook his head slightly, the same man who had disobeyed Josha's order to open the gates and let the tax collector enter the castle, but now he began to regret his decision.

And this regret has nothing to do with the so-called conscience, just as he actually just hoped that he could get more benefits from choosing between the orthodox and more orthodox siblings of Jisha and Kesel, and now he has quietly retreated to the back, leaving Kaisel alone to face the soldiers who are slowly pressing towards him.

Visa sighed softly when she saw the banner of Kaisel fall on the wall, and she looked up to look more dignified than usual, which she knew everyone wanted to see.

Then she glanced back at her father in the carriage, and then whispered to Bolery, who was with him, "Bellery, we are going home." ”

A hint of excitement flashed in Bolery's eyes, and he bit his lip and nodded slowly to meet Jisha's gaze: "Come home, Miss, we're home." ”

In August 1496, in the territory of Cosenza in Naples, there was a rebellion launched by Kesel, the son of the Count of Cosenza, to overthrow his father and usurp the power of the count, this rebellion did not last long, and Kaiser, who was originally the heir, became a prisoner, waiting for him to be deprived of all rights and then imprisoned for the rest of his life.

Contrary to Kesel's fate, his sister Jossa of Kosenza became the final victor and beneficiary of the sudden outbreak of the rebellion, and when the Bishop of Kosenza announced that Jossa Kosenza would be the legal guardian of the Kosencha territory, many eyes began to turn to the little girl who had not attracted much attention before.

However, whether it was Kesser's rebellion or Jossa becoming the guardian of the territory, these were not a big deal in the Apennine Peninsula, which was now full of chaos and wars, and even in Naples, it caused only a slight stir and then was quickly forgotten.

Entering September, the topic of real concern and even uneasiness in Naples is famine!

The Neapolitans don't remember the last time there was a famine, the generous Mediterranean Sea provided Naples with enough seafood delicacies, and the roads allowed them to get enough food from other cities quickly, so hunger was a long time ago for the Neapolitans, especially for the nobility, and famine was always just the stuff of books and the sensational stories of the speakers.

But, suddenly, famine befell Naples!

Without warning, the liquor on the market suddenly became much more expensive than usual, and then the vegetables and fruits became more and more difficult to buy, and if these did not attract much attention, people finally began to panic when the large wooden plate of meat bread, which was usually worth only a tenth of a silver kini, actually had to be bought for a quarter of a gini.

Food is indispensable in any era, and people may be able to endure the failure of the grape harvest due to hail, and the wine will become several times more expensive than usual, or they may be able to endure the lack of fresh fish because of storms at sea, but when the price of bread begins to rise and rise, panic will spread among the people.

And this wave of famine, which was menacing from the beginning, did not even wait for many people to react, and one bad news after another followed.

The road to the north was cut off by the French army, which was still fighting the coalition forces, and to the disappointment of those who had hoped to get food from the rich Lombardy region as soon as possible, and then worse news came: the whole Mediterranean became tense as the Ottomans seemed to have made a sudden move, some islands had begun to be closed to navigation, and Sicily, the only one from the sea that could supply Naples with a large amount of food, seemed to be completely cut off because of this urgent situation.

The Ottomans came, Malta was captured, and the main port of Sicily was facing a siege from the Ottoman fleet.

Rumors of all kinds began to circulate in Naples, and fears of the situation and hunger became accomplices in causing even more unrest.

Finally, one morning, a bakery that had just opened its doors caused outrage because of the ridiculously high price it was offered, and the people rushed into the shop angrily, snatching all the bread, flour, meat floss and anything else that could be eaten, and when the shopkeeper tried to stop it, he was immediately beaten, and in the panicked crowd, a knife suddenly stabbed out of nowhere and stabbed the shopkeeper in the back, and the unlucky man fell down, and a pool of blood immediately surged on the stone ground under him.

The scarlet blood did not calm down the already manic crowd, but only aroused their tyrannical hearts.

People began to loot all the shops that were still open in the streets, and whether they were selling food or not, they became the target of their anger.

The once bustling streets suddenly descended into chaos and madness.

It wasn't until the guards who arrived on hearing the news quelled the tyrannical populace that a riot that could have caused an even greater catastrophe was suppressed in time.

But panic had spread among the Neapolitans, and no one dared to eat or drink too much, but tried to save their families for the great famine that could break out at any moment, and some were already planning to flee the city with their families.

What's worse is that at this moment, the news that a seemingly unrelated to ordinary civilians, but at this time, has involved everyone in the city!

King Ferdinand II of Naples, seriously ill!

It has long been known that Ferdinand had a serious mental illness, which would have been considered demon-possessed if he were a commoner, and although it was no longer popular in this day and age, he would have been sent to a monastery for eternity.

But as the royal family and heir to the throne, Ferdinand has been cared for very carefully since he was a child, so that his condition has gradually improved, which makes many people more or less hopeful.

But perhaps it was the French invasion, and the unexpected stimulus of his father's sudden transfer of the throne to him, that Ferdinand's illness suddenly intensified.

If he was not in a bad situation when he first returned to Naples, the indulgences of the following months became an accomplice to the complete mental breakdown of the king.

The sudden famine irritated Ferdinand's already confused and fragile nerves, until one morning, when the servant found him foaming at the mouth and leaning under the bed, the king of Naples had fallen into a complete unconscious coma.

Despite the decision of the nobles to seal down the news, the news of the king's critical illness quickly spread throughout the city.

At this moment, the panic was really felt.

Faced with famine, a change of throne, and the threat of pagans from the other side of the Mediterranean that could arise at any moment.

The Kingdom of Naples seems to have fallen into turmoil all of a sudden, and the joy of driving out the French and recovering lost territory seems to have disappeared overnight, leaving only confusion and anxiety about the future.

People began to pin their hopes on the royal family, but with the news that the king was seriously ill, many people understood that the royal family was now facing a turmoil, and the people hoped that the nobles would come forward and fulfill their obligations at this time.

But they soon found that that hope had been dashed.

None of the nobles really cared about the looting of the bakery in the streets, and no one inquired how many people had to leave Naples with their families and flee to the countryside to escape the impending hunger.

It is clear that nothing is more important to the nobles of Naples than the crown.

Every day, all kinds of news came out of the palace, and although the orders to block the news were more severe than the other, they could not stop the pervasive inquiry.

The king had been ill for three days.

The king briefly recovered, but then his condition became serious again.

The king had become completely delirious, and it is said that he even wanted to bite the queen who had washed him.

The king was completely unable to eat, and the stench of his vomit was so bad that the men had to stay away from his room except for the royal physician.

All kinds of news spread in the streets and alleys, and people who couldn't tell the truth from the fake could only guess what was going on.

Finally, on the sixth day of Ferdinand's illness, a conclusive news began to spread in the city:

The king had fallen into a complete coma, and the Archbishop of Naples waited in the room next to the king's bedroom, ready for that moment.

The people began to gather at the palace, and more and more people came outside the palace to start praying for the king.

Although Ferdinand hastily ascended to the throne, although he achieved little in the process of reconquiring the lost lands, and even subsequently disappointed by his extravagant extravagance, the Neapolitans prayed for their king as he died.

The people hope that the king can survive, which is not only the long-term dependence on the royal family, but also the confusion about the future.

Since Ferdinand had no children, there were fears that civil strife over the crown might break out in Naples once the throne was vacant.

But God apparently did not favor their king this time, and bad news after bad news came out of the palace.

Bishops from various dioceses of Naples were seen to have arrived, and some even saw several famous sculptors and carpenters from the city of Naples entering the palace.

It was known that those men were called to prepare for the king's funeral.

As the days passed, Ferdinand showed no signs of improving, and the atmosphere in the city became increasingly tense.

When Ferdinand fell ill, Duke Frederick ordered the city to be on guard, and although he could only mobilize his own troops, some nobles chose to lean on his side at this time.

Frederick thus quickly took control of the majority of the Neapolitan city defenses, although Frederick quickly took the majority of the real power in Naples because the command of the regular Neapolitan army had already been taken away by Gonzalo, who had been sent by the Kingdom of Aragon.

Then, when Frederick decided that everything was under his control, he began to take revenge on his old enemy.

Frederick first instructed his men to impeach Modillo at a meeting of the House of Nobles, and then publicly accused Naples of being threatened with famine by emptied of all the grain stocks in the Neapolitan granaries when the French retreated.

And it was Modillo who assisted the French at that time!

The accusation immediately resonated with all the nobles, and even some of those who were usually close to Modillo had to use silence to avoid this terrible attack.

And what happened in the house of nobility was soon spread outside, and for a time the cries for the execution of the traitor Mordillo spread from the gates of the palace to the port of Santa Lucia outside the city.

The House of Lords finally couldn't resist the internal and external pressure, but these slippery nobles didn't know that Mordillo was not so easy to deal with, so they asked Modillo to come forward to accept the questioning from the House of Lords.

He was questioned by a tribunal headed by Frederick.

In the early hours of September 7, 1496, Salen Modillo, Count of Naples, got up early, prayed in his chapel, then had a decent breakfast, was dressed by the servants, and then left the Tuylan Palace with two retinues.

The streets were quiet, not because people hadn't gotten out yet, but because Frederick had announced a curfew two days earlier.

Fearing panic and riots caused by famine, Frederick's curfew went well, and after severely punishing a few civilians for their blatant disobedience, Naples at night had almost become Frederick's kingdom.

By the time Modillo arrived at the House of Lords, the nobles had already arrived quite a bit early.

Seeing Modillo, many people had a strange look on their faces.

Many people are gloating, but many more are worried.

There is no doubt that the Modillo family still has a strong influence on the long heritage of Naples, even before the arrival of the Aragonese royal family in Naples.

But it is precisely because of this that Frederick did not hesitate to completely turn his face with Modillo, and also took advantage of this famine to defeat him!

"Count, do you admit to ever helping the French?"

"Count, is it not because the French plundered all the food stocks in the first place, and you helped them in this?"

"Count, as a vassal of the Sissy royal family of Aragon, do you admit that you have ever violated your obligations as a vassal?"

One question after another was thrown at Modillo, like a javelin with a highly poisonous handle, stabbing at Modillo's vital point without hesitation.

"I'll admit I've done it."

To everyone's surprise, Modillo, who originally thought that he would defend himself fiercely and might even take some drastic action, actually admitted all these accusations without resistance!

Frederick stood up almost happily for a moment, but he soon realized that his enemy could not be so simple as to be resigned to it.

Sure enough, after confessing his guilt, Modillo exclaimed: "At that time, if you did not promise the French, Naples would have faced an even greater catastrophe, and when you abandoned Naples and its people and fled, it was I who kept the city, and when you returned to the city as victors, you saw an intact Naples, and I don't know what else to complain about." ”

"But you've starved the city!" Frederick cried out, "This is your crime, an unforgivable crime!" ”

"Really?" Looking at Frederick, Modillo smiled strangely, "My lord, maybe you will soon find out what this sinner in front of you has done for Naples." ”

Modillo's unexpected confidence sent a flash of uneasiness through Frederick's heart, and just as he was about to continue speaking, a commotion from far and near in the street outside suddenly hit the hall of the House of Nobles.

"Food! Grain! ”

The shouts of the people could be heard even in the room.

"What happened?"

Someone ran out when they heard the noise, but soon they hurried in.

"Grain, all food!" The man shouted excitedly, "It's a man named Alexander, who brought us food!" ”