Alfred's team arrived at Billy Shelly the next day near noon, and the main reason for this slow was that the whole team was carrying too much stuff.

Fine paintings, expensive carvings, sturdy glassware that filled chests, and the nobles who accompanied them, the nobles who were usually wild in front of dinner parties and lovers, but could not even walk a single way in the real wilderness.

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So when the Napoli team saw the shadow of Billy Silly, many people cheered with joy, as if they had experienced a long and thrilling journey.

However, to the surprise of the nobles, including the Count of Mordiglo, what awaited them at Billy Shelly was not a comfortable bed and a meal that had already been prepared, but a miserable situation everywhere after a battle.

And what surprised the Neapolitans even more was that the Duke of Billyselli, Alfonsu, actually died!

Even the Count of Mordillo couldn't help but be stunned for a while when he heard the news, he looked at Alexander who told him about it, and wanted to see something on his face, but then he simply asked the question in his heart: "Tell me, did you do this." ”

"Nope." Alexander was not angry at the Count's suspicions, in fact, he knew very well that some of the others actually thought the same way, but no one dared to ask like the Count, "I don't need to kill him, do I, and I'm still having a headache about it." ”

"It's not good, Qiao Er, I sometimes feel like I really don't know what you're thinking, so please do something, if you want to do something, it's better to tell me in advance," Speaking of this, the earl suddenly frowned and asked, "You really didn't do it?" ”

"Are you so distrustful of me now?"

Looking at Alexander's eyes without taking his eyes off his eyes, the count shook his head lightly: "I just suspect that you may have done something on impulse, for example, Alfonso may have done something to anger you, you must know that Alfred is sick Alfonso may not have heard about it, then maybe he will think that if Alfred dies and he can marry him, then he has a better chance of becoming king, at this time, if he does anything bad to him, I don't doubt it at all, It's the same as not doubting that you're going to kill him. ”

"Your Excellency, you've really given me a good reason." Alexander really admired Count Mordillo a little, but after such a while, he actually came up with such a good excuse for him, but it can be seen that the count obviously still did not believe that Alfonso's death had nothing to do with him.

This made Alexander feel a little wronged.

"Alfonso may have been killed by Ferdinand's men, or we can be so sure that this is, but we can't say this to anyone right now," Alexander continued, nodding at the earl, "We have captured a captive, and although this man refuses to speak, we can take advantage of this man." ”

Count Mordillo just nodded, he didn't want to know what Alexander would do, he was more concerned with how to solve the problem at hand.

Alfonso's death was too unexpected, and when it was decided to temporarily move the capital to Billyselly, the Duke of Billy Cellly died suddenly, which no matter who seemed to Alfred as a king, could not escape suspicion, and because of Alfonso's sister Chassan, the Neapolitan nobles could not help but worry about whether this incident would anger the pope.

If the Vatican were to condemn such murders, it would be an unbearable blow to the Kingdom of Naples, which was in the midst of a storm.

"Rest assured, Your Majesty, the Pope will not point a finger in this matter," Alexander said as he comforted Alfred, who was lying on the bed with a suspicious expression, "as I once said to Alfonso himself, if he wanted to put pressure on Naples through the Pope, he was wrong, and he would not receive any help in this matter." ”

Alfred took a breath and nodded a little harder, the bumps along the way had made him almost lose his breath when he reached Billy Sheli, and now that he was lying in bed, he was a little better.

Looking at Alexander, Alfred had a complicated look in his eyes, he turned his head slightly to look at Jisha who was standing on the other side of the bed, and after a while, he waved his hand gently: "I want to talk to the queen alone." ”

Alexander's gaze paused on Alfred's face, but then bowed slightly.

What could Alfred do at this time?

Alexander couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

When there were only two of them, Alfred seemed to be in better spirits, he turned slightly sideways and looked at his wife without saying a word, and just when Josha was a little annoyed by his eyes and was about to speak, Alfred suddenly said, "What will you do if I die?" ”

Tsusha couldn't help but be stunned, she looked at Alfred in surprise and seemed to be a little unsure of how to answer because she didn't expect him to say that.

"Your uncle is an ambitious man, he will definitely take the power of the kingdom into his own hands, and your brother I think he is even more ambitious, how will they arrange your future at that time?" Alfred looked at Josa, "They may rearrange a marriage for you for their own benefit, and of course if they are bold enough they may put you on the throne of the queen, but do you think they will make you the real queen?" ”

Tsusha looked at Alfred in surprise, she admitted that she was really so surprised that she couldn't even speak, she didn't expect that Alfred, who had been lying on the hospital bed, actually understood his own situation so clearly, and even understood her situation.

As Alfred said, if he died, Josha's family did have reason and ability to put her on the throne, but then, with Count Mordillo's desire for power, wouldn't her only end be to be a puppet queen?

Seeing that Jisha was silent, Alfred coughed slightly, and then took Jisha's hand: "Listen to me, you can be a good wife and a good queen, you know that my greatest wish in this life is to be your husband, I pray to God and ask for a chance to let me be your husband, now I only hope that you can also give me this opportunity, let me fulfill my duties as a husband and a king." ”

Josa looked at Alfred silently, admitting that it was the first time she had looked at her husband like this, and then she realized that maybe she had never really known Alfred before.

"What you need now is rest, and if you want to achieve what you just said, you have to get better as soon as possible."

Finally she spoke, and she put water on Alfred's forehead with a handkerchief in a copper basin next to her, and watched him fall into a deep sleep, and she stood in front of the bed and stared at him for a long time.

Then she raised her hand and gently tapped her index finger on Alfred's forehead.

Who is innocent in this day and age?

Thinking of Alexander's words, Jossa took a step back.

"Bang~"

A barely audible whisper came from between her lips, and she turned and walked out of the room.

Outside, Alexander looked out at the undulating roofs of Billy Shelly in the distance.

Compared to Naples, Billy Silly was so small, the houses were low, the streets were dirty, and some of the nobles who had come with the king had apparently regretted it, complaining that the quarters they had been given were too shabby, and then that they could not live in the castle with the others.

The whole small town was suddenly crammed with so many people and horses that it seemed like a mess everywhere, and some locals had even been evicted from their houses, and after receiving a small severance pay, the locals had to find a place to stay in more remote places.

Jossa walked up to Alexander's side and stood side by side with him looking at the town in the distance, the lowest point in the castle, with a covered bridge between the two towers that looked down into the distance, and under the covered bridge was a wooden door leading to the back of the castle.

"The king is asleep."

Alexander noted that it was the first time that Josha had called Alfred so.

"What did he say to you?"

"You wouldn't have thought of that," said Josha, turning her head slightly to Alexander, "Alexander, do you think I'm going to be the queen of Naples?" ”

"No," Alexander shook his head slightly, to Josha's surprise, "I did think so before, that you would one day become the queen of Naples, but do you know Josa, the moment you appeared outside Bucharest with the grenadiers, I suddenly felt that Naples was too small for you. The Count's wish is to one day reunite the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies, and I may have thought that he was a little too obsessed with it, but at that time I felt that the Count was right, "Alexander looked at the Count, "My sister, only the crown of the Two Sicilies is truly worthy of you." ”

Josha looked stunned, it was the first time she had heard Alexander say such a thing, and it made Josa feel like she was in a dream.

"Alfred," Alexander said, glancing at the door behind him, "he seems to have sensed something. ”

"Yes, he senses," said Zhisa, looking at Alexander with some chagrin, "Am I being naïve, I even thought he was a little pitiful before, in fact he is a king as you say." ”

"Don't worry about that," Alexander said as he reached out and gently stroked his windswept hair, "you were born queens, but not all queens were good rulers from the beginning, even Queen Isabella of Castile, she didn't do anything stupid. ”

"So you think I was doing something stupid before?" Jisha was a little annoyed, but then smiled lightly, "Yes, I did something stupid, but fortunately, everything is still in time." ”

As night fell, the castle chapel was lit up.

Alfonso's body had been placed in a coffin, and the Archbishop of Naples stood in front of the coffin and sighed as he looked at Duke Billy Silly lying inside.

Since Alfonso II, the Neapolitan royal family seems to have been cursed with constant accidents, and the accident of three consecutive deaths of three kings in five years has led many people to believe that the Neapolitan royal family is in danger of extinction.

Perhaps it was because of this that Alfonso took the risk of claiming the throne, and now that I think about it, the archbishop even thought that maybe Alfonso knew from the beginning that he might not be able to fight Alfred, but he still stood up so boldly, and he probably did it just to prepare for the future.

What if Alfred was like his hapless cousin Ferdinand? What if one day he also dies young, won't Alfonso be able to claim the throne again?

After all, the reason he had already declared once was enough to be the basis for him to claim again, and he might really just be laying the groundwork for a real race for the throne one day.

It's just that all of this disappeared with Alfonso's death, and as for who instigated the killing of Alfonso, the archbishop didn't really care.

After daybreak, that person will be executed.

The archbishop had all sorts of speculations as to why he had rushed it, but in his mind it was destined to be a mystery that might never be solved.

The city of Billyselli was heavily guarded because of the attack, and the noisy and heavy footsteps of the Balkan patrols in the streets, and no one ventured into the streets at this time, and the locals already knew that the Duke was dead, which made them nervous about the imminent disaster.

A figure walked along the shadow in the corner towards a remote house, paused slightly when he saw the two guards in front of the house, and then suddenly stepped out of the shadow.

"Stop!" The Balkans on guard immediately shouted loudly, and at the same time the weapons in their hands rattled.

"In the name of Lord Earl."

The scarred man, who was lying in the dungeon, heard someone outside, and he struggled to raise his head to look at the door, his hands locked to the wall nervously clasping the wall, and his fingers making a cross on the wall.

"God forgives my sins, and may the glory of the Lord shine again on the holy place, and may all glory be to the Great King."

The man's mouth was fast and silent, he knew that his death should have come, but although this was expected, he had unspeakable unwillingness.

"Give me one chance, if only once, so that I can drag that person into hell together." The man whispered to himself unwillingly, and then looked helplessly at the slowly opening prison door.

A figure that surprised him a little appeared in front of him, and looking at this person, the scars on the scarred man's face couldn't help but tremble.

"Let me see who Alfonso is," the man came out of the shadows of the doorway, and the moonlight shone on his face, revealing the face of Count Mordiglo, "Maybe my nephew doesn't know you, but I think I can still recognize you despite your injuries." ”

"Earl......"

The man finally spoke, a moan of struggle and fear coming out of his throat.

"I know you want to live," Count Mordillo crouched down and looked at the man, "do things for me, this is your chance." ”