The choice of September 15 to enter Naples was Massimo's proposal.

According to legend, September 15 was the day when the Apostle Peter left the Holy Land to cross the Mediterranean Sea and landed in Naples.

Although it is impossible to prove the authenticity of this legend, September 15 is a major anniversary that has been circulating in Naples for a long time.

Because of this, it has even been suggested that the day of Ferdinand's death should be changed to this day to show that Ferdinand, as king, was indeed favored by Jesus Christ.

But this proposal was strongly opposed by the Archbishop of Naples.

Although this suggestion was made by a deacon priest of the Holy See in Naples.

Alexander's convoy entered Naples at noon on the 15th.

At this time, the sun is not very hot, and you can feel the pleasant coolness when you sit on the horse and run a little quickly.

At this time, Naples was also the most beautiful, following the sparkling blue waves of the port of Santa Lucia surrounded by mountains like a girl's outstretched arms, and the steep cliffs on the shore were covered with patches of purple and red, and looking ahead, the city of Naples was already close in sight.

Before entering the city, the news of the arrival of the grain convoy had spread, and the Neapolitans gathered on both sides of the road cheered with ecstasy, and even during the state funeral, they could not hide the enthusiasm of the people, especially when the convoy full of food seemed to have no end in sight, and the city that had been shrouded in mourning because of the death of the king instantly became lively.

And this excitement soon spread in all directions, and when the cloak of sorrow was peeled off, it was the irrepressible joy of the Neapolitans at the sight of food, and although the arrival of the last convoy had already shocked them once, the fear of famine was always on their minds.

People fear that this is the only time food has been delivered, and that they will continue to face the plight of starvation.

And because of Ferdinand's death, the number of people who suddenly flocked to Naples increased suddenly, and the Neapolitans became even more panicked at the sight of the strangers who spoke with different accents, fearing that even the present food might be enough, and if that then famine would immediately come again.

This panic, mixed with the news of the king's death, became a boulder in the hearts of the Neapolitans, who lived in depression and uneasiness day by day, and this panic intensified as the price of bread began to rise again.

Although the House of Lords had declared that there would be no more food shortages in Naples, it was not until Alexander's convoy appeared that the people were completely relieved.

The long convoy was filled with golden wheat, and beside the convoy was a group of Bohemians, more swaggering than the soldiers who had been escorted before, on tall horses, all of them looking fierce and fierce, their rather exotic beards making them look more unruly, their strange but rather strong armor glistening in the sunlight, and their fear-looking scimitars flapping their thick thighs as they advanced.

The Neapolitans had to admit that this was a much stronger group of mercenaries than their army, and they couldn't think of any Neapolitan soldier who could outwardly outperform these guys who were almost as barbarian as they were.

But to the surprise of the Neapolitans, although the Bohemians were so unruly and frightening, they all obediently followed the young man, and even except for a few who seemed to be of higher status, the others seemed to be afraid to stay away from the young man, and even if they had to say anything to him, they would at once restrain their fierce expressions, and then report to him with the humility possible, and then as soon as he signaled that he could leave, the Bohemians immediately turned their horses' heads, As if a devil was chasing after him, he turned around and ran.

This amusing scene aroused the curiosity of many Neapolitans, who looked at the young man in simple clothes.

A simple white shirt with no fancy trim, if anything, the sleeves of the shirt seemed to be much fatter than any of the shirts that are fashionable these days, a pair of riding trousers designed entirely for the convenience of travel, and the only thing that was slightly extravagant was the pair of leather boots on the feet that looked workmanlike, and the cuffs covered the calves.

Although such a dress cannot be said to be shabby, it can only be said to be passable compared to any nobleman, but what really stands out about this young man is his appearance.

It was a rather beautiful face, angular and prominent, especially his red hair, which fluttered in the autumn breeze of September, and swept through the streets of Naples like a fire towards the city in the midst of excitement, confusion and all kinds of eyes.

Naples was amazed by the young man's beautiful appearance, but they really did not see anything special about this man that would make the Bohemians so afraid.

But then more and more grain trucks eventually caught their attention.

When Alexander saw Massimo, the monk was standing on the side of the wide road under the city gate, and by this time the monk had changed into a new monastic robe, and he looked a hundred times more energetic than before, and he already looked like a clergyman of the church.

At Massimo's side, a group of Neapolitan nobles and priests had also been welcoming him for a long time.

Seeing the convoy, Massimo stepped out of the crowd and came to the middle of the road, and under the gaze of countless people on the roadside and on the city walls, he first drew a cross in the air, then stretched out his hands and bent down, and in the midst of a whisper of discussion around him, he bowed with secular etiquette to Alexander, who was standing in front of the grain convoy on horseback: "Welcome, my master, may the glory of St. Peter guide you on the way to Naples." ”

Mashimo's words caused another stir, and people certainly knew what day it was, and if it had not been for the death of the king, there should have been a major celebration today, especially since it was the first anniversary of St. Peter's visit since the reconquest of the country from the French.

But famine and state mourning completely disrupted everything, and the anniversary of St. Peter's visit was about to be spent in a state of sorrow and unease.

And at this time, a young man with food and fierce soldiers who could drive away the famine suddenly appeared in front of the gates of Naples on this day.

The priests began to pray, and they looked at Alexander strangely.

The aristocrats whispered, and the eyes they looked at the bohemians were even more strange.

"Stand well, my friend," Alexander smiled at Massimo, "you are now the hero of Naples." ”

"No, my lord, you are the hero of Naples," said Massimo, turning to the nobles and priests, "my lords, allow me to introduce my master, the lighthouse keeper from the Kingdom of Sicily on the other side of the lighthouse, the messenger of Sicily, the Agrí Alexander Juliant Cambrai. ”

At this point, Massimo raised his hands and shouted to everyone around him: "My master, he has brought wheat to Naples!" ”

"Wheat!"

Suddenly there was a rising tide of shouts in front of the city gate, and the people in front were shouting, the people behind were shouting, and even the people inside the gate who didn't know what was going on were screaming as if they were infected by the plague!

Everyone seemed to be in a frenzy, and the people rushed towards the convoy, and they surrounded the convoy in the middle despite the Bohemian rebukes and threats, and when they saw someone in front of them overturning into the wagon, there was a burst of cheers from behind, and without even riding horses, the Neapolitans were already pushing the heavy grain carts towards the city.

Wheat! Cambrai!

Cambrai! Wheat!

All who passed by talked about these two words, and knew only these two words, and whenever this strange procession passed through one place, the people who "escorted" the grain convoy would shout these two words to others who did not yet know what was happening, so that when the procession finally came to the House of Lords, not far from the palace, the cries of the people had become "Wheat of Cambrai".

The nobles and priests who had greeted the food convoy had been carried into the city by the people, and they were quickly scattered, and when they finally managed to make their way through the crowd to the steps of the House of Lords to join the others, they looked back at the shouting crowd below, and their faces were already pale.

Gombray sent wheat, which is completely different from "Gombray's wheat"!

The former would make him a hero at most to drive away the Naples famine, but what could the latter be?!

The nobles looked at the people below uneasily, and at the same time hoped that the big nobles in the noble house would come out as soon as possible to solve this unexpected scene.

"That Massimo," said an older priest, looking at Massimo standing beside Alexander, in a low voice, "is he a monk?" ”

"It seems to be a wandering monk, I've heard him say he claims to be from Rome," said another short clergyman.

"Rome?" The others looked stunned, "That's not going to be ...... Oh, God! ”

"What are you talking about," said the short priest, who was a little strange, and then had the same look on his face, "that you say that he was instructed by whom?" ”

"Possibly."

"God, this must be reported to the archbishop as soon as possible."

While the nobles and clergy were at a loss, behind a large window in the House of Nobles, Modillo was looking outside at Alexander, who had come out of the crowd and slowly walked up the steps.

"Dear House of Nobles of Naples, please accept my condolences on the death of His Majesty the King of Naples," Alexander bowed slightly to the oldest nobleman in front of him, and then turned to point to the motorcade behind him, "I have sent food for Naples, and I believe that this food is what Naples needs most right now." ”

Looking at Alexander, who looked gentle but had his eyes fixed on him, the fat on the old nobleman's face trembled slightly, and he could hear the meaning of this sentence.

Almsgiving, this is giving!

The old nobleman coughed, trying to say something that would make him feel like he still had his dignity, but his throat hardened as he looked at the huge convoy below and the piles of golden wheat on it.

And what really made him feel stressed was the crowd of people gathered below.

All looked at them with longing and even a little irritable, which made the nobles feel oppressed like they had never felt before.

"Thank you for your generosity and for all that you have done for Naples, my lord," the old nobleman finally spoke, "allow me to inform the House of Lords of your arrival. ”

With that, the old nobleman immediately turned around, and fled away from Alexander, just like the Bohemian horsemen.

Not long after the old nobleman entered the House of Nobles, after a short time, the two heavy bronze doors of the House of Lords slowly opened.

With the heavy sound, people's hearts suddenly tensed.

The doors of the House of Nobles of Naples are not easily opened, except for the most noble royal family or nobles, and only open during major celebrations.

Now, the two doors were open to Alexander, who was standing on the steps and staring upwards.

Mordillo appeared at the door of the noble house, his black robe covering his body, making his originally sturdy figure look much thinner.

Although he was cleared of the charges he was charged with, he fell into another shackle.

The earl now spends more time in the House of Lords than at home, and on several occasions he was too busy to make it to dinner.

This was already serious for Modiglo, because in the past, no matter how important the matter, he would always entertain himself with a rich dinner.

But in the past, he had never encountered such a thing as now.

When Mordillo stopped in front of Alexander, he happened to be one step higher than him.

Modillo knew that it was this young man who not only helped him get rid of the entanglements and accusations from Frederick, but even helped him make a good name.

To Modillo's surprise, he had never imagined that this young man, who seemed to him so depressed that he was only a Sicilian envoy with a false name, would become his "benefactor".

And he didn't expect that this young man from a foreign country, who had been wandering Naples before, but no one had really taken him seriously, was now the hero of the whole Naples.

Look at the agitated crowds and the crowds that are still joining in, shouting "Wheat from Cambrai", which makes even Frederick's face, who has always looked down on the rabble, change color.

A lord is not terrible, and a hero is not to be feared, but a lord with the title of hero is different, and Modilo could sense Frederick's jealousy of this young lord who suddenly appeared, because he himself was too.

But none of that matters.

For Modiglo, what really shook his heart was the letter he had written to him.

"My most respected Uncle Salen, I have news for you that may make you voluntarily give up your delicacies, that my mother seems to have a child besides me,

Although I don't know who his father is, the young man who claimed to be from the monastery of San Sebaarón in Sicily insisted that he was the son of Giorgio Anne Mordillo.

And this young man, you know, is this Alexandre Giulian Cambrai who can help you, but according to his own words, he has another name, Giorgio Modiglo. ”

When he saw the letter that he had sent to him secretly, Modillo did give up a table of delicacies, as he had said.

He immediately walked into a secret room and uncovered a sturdy wooden box that had not been opened in a long time.

There was only a thin piece of paper in the box, and the ink on it was a little blurry because it had been a little old.

But Modillo recognized a line written on the paper.

Sicily, Caribo, Monastery of San Sebaron, Geor Mordillo.

Only Modiglo knew what those words meant.

Now, standing in front of the young man, the Earl's lips squirmed slightly.

At this moment, Modillo wanted to ask him: "Are you really that child?" ”