Normezi looked at the two boxes not far away, and the two Balkans standing next to the boxes, these two men were his retinue and bodyguards, but Normezi had no doubt that they were also spies and executioners on his side, and if he did go and talk nonsense with the French, these two men could cut off his head at any moment.

It's just that in Normezi's opinion, the Balkans are too stupid, and they will only go on a rampage without a decent officer to lead them, so that to this day he still feels unworthy of his defeat at St. John's Monastery, but he also admits that Alexander's flexible use of the Balkan mountain people's ability to sneak up on the monastery is brilliant, the point is that this method is not new at all, but at that time, no one including Normezi himself thought of it.

So Normezi was very skeptical that the two Balkans would be able to accomplish the task of spying on him, or that Alexander had some other means, and as for the possibility that he really trusted him enough not to doubt it, Normezi never thought about it.

According to the route, Normezi was to sail along the coastline all the way to the northwest, that is, in the direction in which the French fleet might appear, and then, after he got in touch, the French would need to send him to Louis XII to report the situation in Naples to him, and then it was up to Louis XII to decide.

"Earl, I hope you have a smooth travel, and I hope your mission can be completed as soon as possible." Alexander walked slowly on the planks on the dock, and he also glanced at the two suitcases and the two attendants standing aside, "Please take my respect for the King of France, but I believe the King does not like to see me in person." ”

Normezzi was slightly surprised, he heard that Alexander seemed to be an acquaintance with Louis XII, which made him feel moved, after all, he was thinking something, and now he suddenly heard that these two people were acquaintances, so whether they were friends or enemies, Normezi felt that he should be cautious, after all, no one could tell who was with whom in these years from friends to enemies, and from enemies to bases.

"Tell Louis that if he remembers why he ventured to Sicily, he should know that Naples cannot fall into the hands of the Aragonese today." Alexander didn't plan to hide how Normezi met Louis XII in the first place, after all, this matter was not a secret, not to mention that since Louis, who was then the Duke of Orleans, did not care that his identity might be revealed, of course there was no need for him to hide this matter for him, and even if it was not for fear of arousing Louis's displeasure, he also wanted to publicize it, at least let Ferdinand know what the French king had done to his Sicily.

In any case, Normezi boarded the ship with two tall Balkans, and left Naples.

Alexander was not idle, and at the same time as he arranged for Normezi to go to the French, he sent a letter to another old man, in which he first expressed the Pope's gratitude for the same support for Massimo as cardinal, which was one of the few miracles of agreement between Alexander VI and Rovere the Elder, and then he cleverly told the Pope the news that the Aragonese might be trying to get their hands on Naples.

Gonzalo's blatant humiliation of Alexander VI after entering Rome is still vivid, and even many Romans still take this incident out of it from time to time as a joke and talking point, Alexander believes that the Pope will not be unaware of this, and he cannot forget the shame and anger of being humiliated in public so easily, so Alexander wondered that if the Pope knew about it, he should not easily let go of this good opportunity that might stir up trouble.

In this way, the destruction of the French and the Pope will be an obstacle to Ferdinand's comfortable ends, but the key to everything is still Naples.

After sending Normezi away, Alexander suddenly inspected the Cosenza grenadiers as the princess-appointed defender of Naples, and looked at the grenadier companies that had shown a completely different style from other armies, although the ranks and attire were not yet comparable to those of the hunting guards, and Alexander was secretly applauding the performance of the charnacellar, and he was also thinking about the next steps.

However, the bad news somewhat ruined his plans, and King Frederick's illness worsened.

In Alexander's plan, Frederick should not have died so soon, because if Alfred succeeded to the throne at this time, although it seemed that he had completely mastered Naples, the resulting changes of power would consume too much time and energy, and a sick Frederick would be more in line with the situation of the old and new forces in Naples to temporarily compromise, and then face the upcoming changes together.

So Alexander was a little annoyed by Frederick's sudden illness, but he couldn't blame Schell for this, after all, for Schell, the trick of fiddling with poison was not his specialty in the first place.

When Alexander arrived at the palace, a crowd was gathering outside the king's bedchamber to talk about him, and when they saw him, they immediately shut up and made way.

Alexander didn't care about these people, he walked directly through the crowd into the dormitory, as soon as he entered the door, a foul smell hit his face, which made him shake his head secretly, such an environment is that even a healthy person can get sick, let alone a sick person.

The Archbishop of Naples came again, but this time there was no more noise for the queen to stop him from preparing for his deathbed penance for the king, and there were many people in the room but none of them spoke, and even the archbishop just stood by the bed and looked down at Frederick, who could not help but gasp.

Alfred also came, his eye sockets were sunken and blackened, his gaze sometimes resting on his wife and then looking at the others beside him, and when he saw Alexander walking in, he seemed to say something, but after shaking his head, he showed a puzzled look, and seemed to have forgotten the topic at once.

Alexander looked at him a little reproachfully, he didn't know how much of the herb drink that Tietoros had drunk for the unlucky prince, but judging from his trance-like demeanor, it was estimated that the stock in his hand was cheaper than that of her nominal husband.

Tiertoros, also known as digitalis, can cause an increased heart rate in the elderly, and if taken too much, it can even lead to sudden death from a heart attack on the spot.

Even healthy young people can cause vomiting and dizziness, and if the dose is too high, it can also cause a blockage of blood vessels that supply too much blood to the brain.

Alexander thought about these common senses that he had inadvertently known before, and secretly sighed in his heart that he was really too deeply influenced by the Borgia family, or maybe it was the relationship with Lucrezia, which made him involuntarily begin to look at everything around him with a Borgia gaze.

This is probably why he felt that Alexander VI was closer to the elder Rovere.

While Alexander was standing in the crowd and thinking nonsense, there was a sudden whisper in the corridor outside, and although the voice was quickly suppressed, people still couldn't help but look towards the door, wondering who else was coming.

A figure appeared in the doorway, and then the man hurriedly ran into the person in front of him, and even pushed Alexander who was in the way, and then rushed over.

Alexander looked at the man's back in a daze, and didn't react for a while.

Alfonso of Billyselly, the illegitimate son of Alfonso II, Ferdinand's half-brother, Giovanni's widow Chassan, and who had also almost become Lucrezia's second husband, suddenly arrived in Naples.

Alfonso's presence seemed to surprise Alfred, who looked at his cousin in a daze, until Alfonso took him in his arms and slapped him on the back hard, and Alfred woke up with two coughs.

"Is that you, Alfonso?" Alfred asked a little dazedly, his brain was a little swollen, there are so many inexplicable things these days, most of the time he sleeps, but when he wakes up, he always sees his wife by his side, which makes him happy, but he doesn't know how soon he feels sleepy again, and then he can't stop sleeping.

Now looking at his cousin who had suddenly appeared, Alfred tried to think with his mind, which had begun to become a little sluggish, perhaps by touching some inspiration, and his expression suddenly became a little unpleasant.

"It's me Alfred, are you okay now, how is Your Majesty?" The young duke squeezed to the bed as he spoke, and when he saw Frederick's gasping for breath, Alfonso was stunned and looked up at Alfred, "Your Majesty, is this not good?" ”

"I don't know, you have to ask my wife, do you know that I'm married," Alfred felt his head a little confused again, he was used to looking at Josa, but saw that Josa seemed to be looking at Alfonso in a trance, "This is Alfonso, Duke of Billy Shelly, you know." ”

"Yes, I know." Jossa looked at Alfonso with a strange look, she didn't expect this illegitimate son of Alfonso II to suddenly appear, but considering that Billy Silly was not very far from Naples, she also figured out why Alfonso suddenly appeared.

Obviously, the news of Frederick's illness reached Billy Shelly, or there were rumors that Alfred had become somewhat insane due to the stimulation of his mother's rebellion, so one can guess why Alfonso II's illegitimate son had arrived in such a hurry.

Zhensha's eyes lingered on Alfonsu's body, and then she glanced at Alexander, who had already walked over, the corners of her mouth slightly curled, and there was a hint of mockery and banter.

Alexander, of course, understood the meaning of this expression, and knew no one better than him in his dealings with every woman, and sometimes when Alexander complained to her, she even wrote to her brother to give advice on how to calm the troubles that the women had caused him.

So seeing Alfonso, it naturally occurred to her that this man had almost become Lucrezia's husband, which made her believe that Alexander must have been very reluctant to meet the duke.

It was only then that Alfonso noticed Alexander.

There was a slight hint of panic on his face, but he quickly calmed himself down again, he looked at Alfred, then at the nobles around him, and then pulled the ornament on his chest, which had been tilted a little from his hurry.

But before he could speak, the archbishop, who had been staring at Frederick's expression, suddenly spoke: "Are you ready?" ”

People couldn't help but look at the sound of surprise, Frederick's face was already turning purple at this time, the clothes on his chest were torn open, but it seemed that they were still rising and falling violently because of the heat, and at the same time, the blood flowing out of a reed pipe inserted in his arm was almost filling the entire copper basin on the ground next to him.

"The king may be called." The archbishop glanced quickly at Asha as he said this, and then picked up the Bible that had been placed next to his pillow.

"Your Majesty, do you want to make a confession," the archbishop asked softly in Frederick's ear, and then nodded whether he heard it or not, "then put your hand on this book of truth that the Lord Jesus gave to the world, and swear before God that you will be honest with God before God's judgment, and then sincerely ask God for forgiveness for the sins of your life." ”

The archbishop said as he laid Frederick's stiff hand on the Bible and whispered: "Now that you are standing before God, your soul will no longer belong to the world but to the kingdom of God, so that you will no longer have to hide your sins because of the world, and God will decide what is right and wrong." ”

Frederick, who had been looking straight at the roof, suddenly trembled, his originally dull eyes seemed to move, and his neck, which had not moved for a long time, actually swayed slightly.

The nobles standing by the bed instantly let out a commotion, and these branches of the Neapolitan royal family, near and far, crowded up as if they were expecting something, as if they wanted to hear their names from the king's mouth.

Everyone was nervous at this moment, even if they knew that Alfred would become the new king of Naples if nothing else, but everyone had some kind of inexplicable hope in their hearts.

Frederick's eyes moved again, which caused excitement again, and when his eyes fell on Alfonso's face, who was standing by the bed, he seemed to be stimulated by accident.

There was an incomprehensible grunt in the king's throat, as if whispering and belching.

He spat out an inaudible sound in Alfonso's ear, which he had immediately leaned over and put his ear to, and then the king's head suddenly thrust upward, and his whole body sank into the bed.

There was a low cry of voice, and as the archbishop slowly pressed his hand on Frederick's forehead, everyone's hearts tugged at this moment.

"King, called."

Despite all the knowing, the archbishop's chest caused a panic, and as a servant who had already prepared rang the death knell placed by the door, a burst of whispers and exclamations of depression and uneasiness spread from near the corridor to the distance.

In fact, many people are not surprised by Frederick's death, although it seems a little strange that the king suddenly fell ill on the night of his son's wedding, and rumors that the king was poisoned are not unfounded, but because Frederick is still alive, even if they guess that the king may have an accident, people still do not want this to happen in their hearts.

It was not that Frederick was the king who was so popular, but that at such times people still wanted less turmoil, so when they heard the death knell, no matter what they thought in their hearts, the Neapolitans could not help but fall into great grief at this moment.

"Pray for King Frederick I." The archbishop stood at the head of the king's bed with the two auxiliary bishops and began to sing the Bible, while the archbishop gently applied the prepared anointing oil to Frederick's already gray forehead and cheeks.

"The king is dead."

With the archbishop's announcement, the crowd at the bedside knelt on the ground, and all eyes were on the crown placed on the velvet cushion next to the bed.

Alfonso's throat moved, he looked up at the archbishop, his eyes shining with a scorching light, and when he saw the archbishop holding the crown, Alfonso couldn't help but straighten up.

"This is the crown of the Kingdom of Sicily," Alfonso said, seeing the eyes of the people, he felt a wave of courage instantly fill his body, so he simply stood up and looked condescendingly at the people in the room, "My father, King Alfonso, passed the throne to my brother Ferdinand after his death, which proves that the Sicilian crown belongs to my father's lineage, and you can also see my uncle's attitude towards me on his deathbed, and his last words are to hope that the crown will return to the heir to which it should be inherited," Speaking of this, Alfonso suddenly said in a loud voice that could be heard in the corridors outside: "Here I declare that I, as the son of Alfonso II and the brother of Ferdinand II, I, the Duke of Billyselli, Alfonso Trastamara, have the inheritance of the Kingdom of Sicily in Naples!" ”

As soon as Alfonso's voice fell, the entire room and corridor were instantly silent!

The eyes of the people stared blankly at Alfonso, who was standing there excitedly trying to calm down Alfonso, who was panting for breath because of his nervousness, and then after a short pause, a loud shout suddenly broke out!

Some stood up vehemently in opposition, others just kept shouting, "Oh God! Some of them asked the others next to them blankly what was going on.

Alfred looked at Alfonso, and he had never expected this sudden situation.

He knew that his father's means of obtaining the throne from his cousin were not very glamorous, but now that his father was dead, and that Alfonso had suddenly declared himself the heir to the throne of Naples at the bedside of his father's death, Alfred was no less shocked than when he heard that his mother was involved in the rebellion.

Visa was also very surprised, she didn't include this Billy Shelly Alfonso in her plan, and now watching him suddenly come out and claim the inheritance, it even made Asha feel that it was not real enough.

Listening to the commotion around her, Tsusha's expression gradually sank, she slowly stood up, and as she moved, the quarrel in the room slowly disappeared, and everyone's eyes were focused on the young princess.

Alfonso watched the people's actions with some surprise, he was still immersed in extraordinary excitement at this time, although he noticed that the eyes of people were looking at him full of disbelief, but Alfonso did not think that his claim was ridiculous.

"I am the son of King Alfonso, which proves that I have the right to inherit the throne, and some people may use my status as an illegitimate son to attack me, but please do not forget that my great-grandfather passed the throne of Naples to his illegitimate son, that is, my grandfather, so I have every right to inherit in this respect," Alfonso became more and more excited, his eyes met Alfred, who was glaring, and then stared at his cousin without giving an inch, "My sister Chasan is the Pope's daughter-in-law, And now I think you have heard of the relationship between the pope and the French, so who do you think will be the king who will be more able to protect Naples and yourselves at a time when the French may invade at any time? ”

Alfonso's words made the surrounding Neapolitan nobles stunned, they looked at each other in amazement, and they didn't know how to answer this question for a while.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

There was a burst of applause, and Alexander slowly walked out of the crowd, he looked at Alfonso, who was a little nervous at him, but still tried his best to make himself look quite imposing, and he couldn't help but admire that this Duke of Billy Shelly could still have the courage to fight for the throne of Naples at such a time, and if you think about it, these reasons are really quite powerful.

"Duke, as far as I know, your sister seems to be in a marriage conversation with a prince of England, and she may soon be leaving the Borgia house, and when it comes to relations with the Pope, I think you are going to ignore my existence," Alexander walked up to Alfonso and looked at his face, "You must know that my daughter is the Duke of Pisa, and her mother is Lucrezia, the daughter of the Pope, then I would like to ask you, who is more intimate with the Pope?" ”

Alfonso's face turned ugly, and he hated and feared both Gombray who was competing with him for Lucrezia.

"But I won't be very angry about this, but I absolutely can't tolerate the fact that you want to prevent my sister from becoming the queen of Naples, duke."

Alexander said, his face darkened.

Just when Alfonso realized that something was wrong, Alexander suddenly grabbed the hilt of the sword at his waist and slammed it upwards!

With a scream, Alfonso fell to the ground with his head on his back.

As he passed out, he suddenly remembered how this scene was so familiar.

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