Seeing that Uliu was still holding the clothes in his hand that he hadn't had time to pack, Alexander frowned, he didn't really care if he was wearing dirty clothes to meet guests, but now he didn't even have a proper coat except for a shirt on his body, maybe it was nothing for a middle-aged man, but for a young man of his age, it seemed a little thin and not dignified enough.

"Who is it?" Alexander pondered and asked, although he knew that someone would come, but looking at Ulliu's demeanor, he knew that it should not be the drinkers who were fighting downstairs before.

"I didn't tell the name of the owner, but ......," Uliu pondered, "it should be a master with status." ”

Alexander nodded, he believed in Uliu's vision, although he was sometimes a little rigid, but perhaps he had been trained as a servant for many years, and had a pair of eyes that could see people.

This is not to say that Ulliu is a snob, but he does have some experience in this area, at least some of the posturers have nothing to hide in front of him.

But this is probably the reason why Ulliu can't get used to Mahimo, and for the first time, Uriu is helpless against a liar.

"Come in," Alexander motioned to Ulliu to open the door, and he simply stood in the middle of the room, his clothes never a man's real armor, and he could arm a man with nothing but swords and guns.

Alexander didn't remember who said it, but he thought it was a fitting time to comfort himself.

A middle-aged man who looked to be some age walked into the room, wearing a fashionable oblique soft hat, the black tassel pressed to one side hung down to his shoulders, and the black velvet shirt of the same color as his body covered his neck, making the already somewhat fat man look even thicker.

The man had no weapons on him, but he had a large leather pouch around his waist, which made Alexander wonder if it was a short crossbow or a musket.

After the visitor entered the door, he did not speak, but looked at Alexander very seriously, with some impolite scrutiny in his eyes, which made Uliu a little unhappy, he coughed slightly, and deliberately raised his voice and said: "This is my master, the respected keeper of the lighthouse of Sicily, the envoy of the Kingdom of Sicily sent by the noble council of the Kingdom of Sicily to the north of the lighthouse, Lord Alexander Juliant Gombray. ”

The man didn't say anything, but after still looking at it carefully, he slowly took off the hat on his head, revealing the top of the head without much hair, and then he nodded slightly reservedly: "It's an honor to meet you, and allow me to pay my respects to the King of Sicily south of the lighthouse in my personal name." As he spoke, he looked up at Alexander, "I am Joe Surnan, the king's teacher. ”

Hearing this person's self-introduction, the corners of Alexander's mouth twitched imperceptibly.

He had guessed who would be the first to send someone to meet him.

According to his original guess, although Frederick's authority as the king's uncle was prominent and prestigious, he was only a count after all, as long as the king was there, he would not have a chance, after all, Ferdinand was still very young and had just married, and once he gave birth to an heir, Frederick would have no chance.

Of course, no one would have thought that Ferdinand, who had just returned to the country and was in high spirits, would suddenly die at a young age, and he would not even have time to leave a son and a half daughter, and as a result, Frederick, who was the uncle of the king, would be cheapened for nothing.

Therefore, it was originally in Alexander's opinion that when he heard of the arrival of the envoy from Sicily in the south, it should have been Frederick who was anxious to establish good relations with the south as soon as possible.

It was not even unusual for Modillo to send someone to meet him, after all, he was the first to ask Sicily to send an emissary.

But now, it was the king who sent someone who was a little anxious, and he was also the king's teacher, which surprised Alexander a little, and at the same time vaguely guessed some reasons.

It seems that the young king of Naples may not have been as unfortunate as some people say, at least from the fact that he was anxious to see the Sicilian envoy, and the king was aware of the pressure from his uncle.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been in such a hurry to send someone over before anyone else.

However, it can also be seen that the situation of the Naples king does not seem to be optimistic.

"Alexandre Juliant Cambrai, messenger of King Ferdinand of Sicily, has come by order of the Council to meet with Lord Modiglo, Count of Naples," said Alexander, who seemed to be surprised and puzzled when he saw that Jossurnan, and he noticed that the teacher seemed to have shown this when he had announced his identity in Uliou, which made him wonder if it was a Neapolitan, and it was not clear what had happened in Sicily.

Sure enough, Josurnan asked in a slightly puzzled tone: "I beg your pardon, can I know what the noble council that your envoy is talking about, as far as I know, the southern kingdom of Sicily is ruled by the palace minister sent to Sicily by His Majesty King Ferdinand II of Aragon, then allow me to express my confusion about the authority of the noble council that you represent." ”

Alexander nodded, he understood the Neapolitans' seclusion, and they knew what was going on in Sicily, perhaps as far away as Venice or even Genoa, but for the Neapolitans, who had just escaped from the run, they were probably more concerned with regaining their power, and with the allies who had just helped them drive out the French, and were now asking for favors from them.

Perhaps even the Aragonese in Naples did not know what was happening in Sicily, which was also the domain of their king.

Alexander then had to explain to the king's teacher what had happened in Sicily, in a somewhat simple way.

Although he tried to remain as calm as possible, Josurnan's face still changed slightly from time to time, and he seemed to be a little suspicious of Alexander's words, and when he heard Alexander say that he had encountered an accident at sea, and only one servant had accompanied him to Naples, the king's teacher looked not so good-looking.

"Your Excellency, I am sorry that I cannot but express due doubt about your words," Josurnan looked at Alexander again with a scrutinizing gaze, "I do not mean that I have doubts about your identity, but that I have some consideration for the authority of the noble council you represent. ”

Jossurnan seemed to try to make his words sound less direct, but even then Alexander understood what he meant.

Clearly, as Jossurnan said, he was suspicious, but this suspicion was both to the Sicilian aristocratic council and to Alexander himself.

"I can understand that I will wait here until you confirm this, but I would like to state that until His Majesty has sent a new minister, the Council of Nobles has the supreme power to decide all things Sicily."

Looking at Jo Surnan, who had said goodbye and left after a few perfunctory copies, Alexander couldn't help but shake his head in a slightly disappointed way.

It seems that there is really no talent around the young king, Alexander thought to himself, at least this Josurnan seems to be indecisive and forward-looking, although he seems to be very calm, but in fact it makes people feel that he is not responsible.

The fact that the king was the king's teacher had to meet a man they weren't even sure was a liar made Alexander even more sure of how short the Neapolitan Ferdinand was in need of a good man.

Outside the window, the lights were already on, and Alexander lay on the bed looking at the thick wooden purlins, thinking about the big and small things that had happened since he came to this era.

From Sicily to Naples, from an unidentified Greek fugitive to a messenger on a mission, Alexander did not find anything special about these changes.

If you think about it, he still has nothing, and even lost what was originally precious.

Looking at the pearls on his coat hanging by the window to dry, Alexander's heart ached slightly.

There was another knock at the door, and Uliu leaned in.

"Master, another guest is visiting," the Moorish whispered "is an adult who calls himself Gondoza, and he says he is ......"

"A plenipotentiary sent by the king to Naples!" As a tall figure suddenly slammed open the hidden door and occupied the entire doorway, the uninvited guest who suddenly appeared unceremoniously pushed away the Moors blocking him in front of him, and then strode to the open space in the center of the room, and then looked at Alexander who was still lying on the bed so condescendingly, "And you young man, stand up and talk back to me." ”

Alexander sat up slowly, a little stunned, and the bearded man in front of him looked more like a pirate than a kingdom envoy he himself said, and made him feel as if the floor shook with every step, so that even if this person was standing in such a strong fortress-like room, he still had the illusion that he could destroy everything at any time.

"A young man," the villain grinned in disgust, looking Alexander up and down critically, "young man, don't expect me to look at you differently by reporting whose name you are, knowing that a good surname is not necessarily more useful on the battlefield than a notched axe." “

The man walked around the room as he spoke, and when he saw the coat hanging in front of the window, the disgust on his face deepened.

"Sicily has sent a playboy, and the king will definitely teach Gomez a good lesson for this," the man said, walking up to Alexander and looking him up and down again, "tell me what Gomez asked you to do, but whatever you are here for, you must first understand one thing, and here I have the final say." “

Alexander looked at the man, he wondered who he was, but before that, he found himself in need of another good explanation of Sicily.

"I'm sorry, I want to state that I was not sent by the Minister of Gómez, unfortunately he was killed in a riot that took place in Sicily not long ago, and I was ......"

"What did you say!"

A roar erupted from the man's mouth, and he reached out and grabbed Alexander's collar and lifted him directly in front of his eyes. Even Ulliu, who rushed over to help his master, was thrown aside with a strong push.

"Say it again!"

"Gomez was killed not long ago," Alexander looked at the man in surprise, who had cursed Gomez unceremoniously before, but now he was so excited to hear the news of his death, "This was not long ago, Sicily has sent a messenger to report to the king." ”

"Dead? Just dead? ”

The man let go of his hand in a daze, slowly walked to the edge of the bed with his head bowed and sat down, and when he looked up again, Alexander saw that his eyes were full of tears.

"Do you know Lord Gomez?" Alexander asked in a low voice.

"Of course I do, I'm Gundoza of Wallach and Gomez is my brother." When the man finished speaking, he held his head and began to cry.