Alexander looked warily at the young man opposite, and he had already noticed the wounded man lying weakly to the side, and from the way he was bleeding and the young man's skillful grip on the short sword, he was sure that this was a man who was very good at using a knife, or rather at fighting.

It's just that Alexander's brain is a little confused, and he fights and even kills people in a brothel for women, no matter how you look at it, this is a drama that only gangsters play, he doesn't know how he was confused and mixed up like this, and it was the first time he encountered this kind of thing when he visited a brothel.

Perhaps it was only then that he woke up, but Mario next to him suddenly jumped between the two and shouted loudly to the young man: "Stop, do you know who you are talking to, don't you know that it is Master Gombray of Agri standing in front of you." ”

When he said this, the domineering air in Mario's tone made Alexander start to suspect that the pimping was deliberately provoking trouble.

Sure enough, the young man who heard his words not only did not restrain himself, but on the contrary, his eyes showed anger, he was obviously not annoyed by the provocation at this time, Mario's words completely made things a little difficult to manage.

"I don't know who you are," replied the young man, who was a little strange, though he was not arrogant enough to think that everyone should have heard of his name, but in such places where the news often spreads the fastest, he had not heard of him, either the man was lying, or he was really a newcomer to Naples.

Sure enough, the young man's next words fulfilled Alexander's suspicion.

“…… I've just arrived in Naples today, and I'm here to see what this city that my uncle has rescued is like," the young man who called himself Mel de Córdoba looked around proudly in his strange accent "It's a beautiful place indeed, but the Neapolitans are a kind of bastard," said this, his eyes squinting at Alexander behind Mario, "I don't know who you are, but I think you're also a bastard, and your courage against the French is not much stronger than when you face women, Now let me see if you run away. ”

When Alexander first entered the door, he heard the young man's self-proclaimed provocation, but he did not pay attention to what he said.

But now, hearing him say that the city was rescued by his uncle, the pressure is great, but he can't help but get serious.

As far as he knew, there were only a few people who could say that they had saved a city or even a country, and there was only one person who was qualified to say so to the Neapolitans at this time.

That is the beloved general of Queen Isabella of Castile, Gonzalo de Córdoba!

Gonzalo de Córdoba is a legend, and if there is a world where a prodigal son turned back and achieved great things, Gonzalo de Córdoba is more than qualified to be the protagonist of such an inspirational story.

Although many people who are jealous of him say that the reason why he can achieve fame is only because he has a chance to be promoted because of his relationship with the queen, even those who have the most ill will towards him cannot but admit that Gonzalo's achievements are difficult for others to achieve.

From an unruly bad boy to a hero in the Reconquista, Gonzalo de Córdoba has captured the legend of a prodigal man who has become a pillar of his country, and after achieving such fame, Gonzalo is not satisfied.

It seems that seeing this, Isabella's husband, Ferdinand, one of the co-lords of Castile and Aragon, found a new challenge for Gonzalo, and he sent Gonzalo to Italy to help the Neapolitans against King Charles VIII of France.

Gonzalo was clearly pleased with the job, and he far exceeded Ferdinand's expectations.

Soon after arriving in Naples, Kosala found that the Neapolitans' sloppy army and unmotivated generals were a complete burden, and if they were allowed to fight with his army, they would probably be dragged down before Charles could fight, which made Gonzalo determined to take care of the Neapolitans.

And once he is serious or crazy, he will become unscrupulous.

Gonzalo did something that surprised everyone, he forcibly stripped the Neapolitans of their military power!

Then he took his mighty legions, which had experienced the baptism of the Reconquista and the Neapolitan army that was forced to obey his orders, and launched an attack on Charles!

After a bitter battle, Gonzalo entered Naples as a conqueror, and while the people of Naples rejoiced at the return of the king, no one could deny that Ferdinand II, the hairy boy, had the opportunity to return to the throne only because of the Aragonese who they respected and hated.

Now, with the man in front of him claiming to be his uncle who had saved the city, and with a surname as distinctly Iberian as Córdoba, Alexander was almost certain that if this unruly looking guy was not a liar like Mashimo, then he was indeed some relative of Gonzalo.

What would be the result of offending the liberators of Naples, or simply the family of the Emperor?

Alexander saw that Mario, who seemed to have woken up, his face was pale at this time, and his mouth opened wider, but at this time he could not even make a gurgling sound.

The contempt in the eyes of the young man who called himself Mel de Córdoba was even stronger, and he had even begun to slowly play with the two short swords in his hand with his hands, and the person who had been injured in the duel with him because he did not know his name was now struggling to crawl towards the corner with the support of his companions, but the original expression of hatred had turned into jealousy and evasion, and the surname Córdoba was like a monster pressing on everyone's hearts.

"Córdoba? Gonzalo's nephew? At this moment, Alexander suddenly opened his mouth to ask, and then when the young man had just nodded his head in response, he suddenly pushed away Mario who was standing in front of him, raised his hand and raised the musket with a small handle, but a distance large enough to kill an unlucky man without armor!

As a thunderous gunshot echoed in the small courtyard, the smoke filled the air, and Mel de Córdoba's eyes suddenly went dark!

No matter how bad the accuracy is, it is impossible to miss the hit at such a close distance, this thought made him bend down in horror and try to dodge the terrible blow, at this moment, a snowy sword light suddenly broke through the smoke that had not yet dispersed, and then the sharp blade was on his neck!

"I'm sorry, young Córdoba, you're now my captive." Alexander smiled at the stunned young man, and then he suddenly sneezed.

The pungent smell of black powder, he couldn't stand it.

The sudden change made everyone as stunned as that Córdoba.

The boudoir of the Lady of Oljara is one of the best gold grottoes in Naples.

And Madame Olgala was not the kind of superficial woman who lived purely by selling her body, she was very famous and talented, and in this era when no woman anywhere could easily show her head, Madame Olgala was free to discuss the masterpieces of which they were proud with the famous engravers and painters of Naples, and as for the nobles, they were willing to spend romantic evenings with Lady Olgala, even if they did not get the pleasure they hoped for from her.

But what made Madame Olgara really famous was that it is said that King Charles of France was a frequent visitor to her sweet boudoir during the conquest of Naples, and it is even rumored that the reason why Charles was no longer enterprising after the conquest of Naples was largely because he indulged in the tenderness of this beautiful lady.

Whatever the truth of these rumors, during the period after Ferdinand's return to the throne, Lady Olgala was the most famous and well-known lady in Naples, and almost all the Neapolitan nobles were proud to have been favored by this lady, and it was even said that her name had spread to Rome, so much so that even Pope Alexander VI was secretly asked about the anecdotes about the lady.

Such a famous and charming woman was of course the beautiful target of a young man like Mel de Córdoba, who loved to pursue romance and love, but now the young Aragonese was completely in no mood to have a sweet encounter with the lady.

He even motioned with a somewhat pleading look to Alexander, who was sitting across from him as he picked up a grape bead from his plate and looked at it, begging him not to disgrace himself in front of the lady.

Alexander didn't hurt the young man, and in fact he didn't have the guts.

Although he didn't know whether this Mer de Córdoba and Gonzalo had a close relationship, he at least knew that if he really hurt the people of the Córdoba family, it would be really a big trouble.

After all, Gonzalo is an old fellow, but he even dares to take the king's military power, if this Córdoba is really a nephew he likes, if he doesn't do it, that Gonzalo may go crazy again.

At that time, Alexander didn't think that Mordillo would protect him, let alone a fake nephew, that is, his own son, and at that time, in order to protect himself, Mordillo would not hesitate to pack Alexander and send it to Gonzalo for him to dispose of.

However, this does not mean that Alexander can't rectify this young master, who is obviously spoiled although he has some ability.

And what about the Emperor of Naples?

Alexander held the pearl to his lips and turned it gently as he looked at the young man sitting across from him on a soft floor in the Saracen interracial style.

He's figuring out how to make a big deal out of it.

That's right, Alexander decided to take this opportunity to get to know the Neapolitans well.

It was clear that Modillo seemed to have some kind of intention to push him in front of the Neapolitans.

Whether it's dressing up, going to get him to go through the heavy classes, or even getting Mario to introduce him to Lady Olgara, it all has to do with his calculations.

What could be more noticeable than being favored by a beautiful woman, and Modillo seems to be eager to make him the darling of the Neapolitan aristocracy and the rich.

What was Modillo thinking, Alexander was somewhat confused.

However, Alexander did not object to Modillo's doing, and even played into his hands to some extent.

Alexander knew very well that in order to make his identity as George Modillo safe, he had to be made suspicious of him.

Obviously, the more famous he is, the more scruples he will have.

However, he didn't think that the appearance of Córdoba was Modillo's trick on him, after all, this matter was too coincidental no matter how you look at it.

Although he couldn't do anything about this playboy because of Gonzalo, Alexander didn't mind using this young master of the Córdoba family to make a name for himself.

Lady Orgala was evidently a very good person for enjoying life, and her visits were always in the late afternoon, after which she would spend the whole day sleeping, putting on makeup, reading and painting, or doing whatever else she liked.

When she heard that there had been two brawls in succession in the courtyard of her house, Mrs. Olgala was somewhat upset.

She is no longer the kind of little character who wants to attract guests by showing off her flirtatiousness, or deliberately pretending to be a few admirers, and proving her charm by provoking them to fight with jealousy.

Her current reputation is enough to give her the freedom to choose any man she is interested in, and it also allows her to turn down those who she hates.

So when she heard that a knightly duel had been staged in her courtyard, Lady Olgara did not hesitate to order the servants to take them out of her house.

"Men are the most boring of animals," said Lady Olgara to a girl sitting across from her, "remember, never spoil them, and make them think that you are a prey to be captured, when in fact they are always so far away from you that men will run after you like hounds." ”

Lady Olgala burst out laughing triumphantly, and she thought she was so clever that even the famous scholars of Naples might not be able to say what she had to say.

But before she could stop laughing, the servant who had been ordered to drive her away hurried back again.

Lady Olgara had a look of surprise on her face, she knew that her servant was very clever, and even though she was no longer required to be present for many of today's entertainments, this servant was always able to get things done properly.

So it was rare to see the strange look on the servant's face, and Lady Olgara couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "Could it be more difficult to deal with than Charlie?" ”

The servant's face flushed at the sound of this, and as Madame Olgara's fame spread, she had no more and more need to use her brief dewy marriage with the King of France to fill in the façade.

But now in the face of the two strange guests outside, he really couldn't make up his mind.

On a strange note, apparently freshly written, there was a strange seal with a complicated pattern.

The seal is from the Córdoba family of Castile, and the note clearly says one thousand shephires, a staggering number!

Looking at the note, Lady Olgara's originally relaxed face slowly became serious.

The coat of arms of the House of Córdoba signifies the prestige of Gonzalo, while a thousand shephirs are an even more undisguised temptation.

Power and money, a perfect match that has been invincible anywhere since ancient times, challenged Lady Olgala at this moment.

Lady Olgala's resistance lasted only a few breaths before she completely lost her armor and collapsed.

"Go and ask for the ......"

"It's Lord Cambrai, Ma'am, Lord Alexandre Juliant Gombray." The servant reminded in a whisper.

"Yes, please come to my room on the second floor, and as for that Córdoba," Lady Olgara snorted in disgust, "prepare him enough food and good wine, and I believe that the Aragonese buns will be content as long as they have good wine." ”

Looking at the back of the servant leaving, Lady Olgara snorted slightly, and at the same time her face was faintly hot.

She felt embarrassed, especially at the thought of being in front of the guests, which made her even more annoyed.

It's just that she knows very well that after the other party took out the badge of the Córdoba family, he still wrote a reward worth 1,000 shephir wheat, which was hidden enough for her to give in.

What grain means in Naples, Mrs. Oljara is well aware.

And what does a thousand shephir worth of wheat mean?

Mrs. Olgala knew that this money, which seemed to be a windfall, was not only difficult to earn, but might even burn her hands.

But it was precisely because of this that Lady Oljara was a little curious about the person who was willing to pay such a large sum.

When the servant invited Alexander upstairs, Mel de Córdoba, who was sitting opposite, had an indescribably ugly face as if he had just eaten something.

He could never have imagined that Alexander would force him to affix the seal of the Córdoba family to that note in the name that he was now a prisoner.

Now watching Alexander follow the servant up the stairs to the second floor with a relaxed expression, little Cordoba was momentarily ashamed and angry, and the wine in his mouth became completely tasteless.

Alexander followed the servant into a room that looked warm.

There was a faint aroma in the air mixed with a little strange smell, which Alexander knew was from the East, but it was not surprising, many Neapolitan aristocrats and wealthy people liked something with an exotic flavor.

A graceful figure stood behind the half-hidden tulle, but to Alexander's slight surprise, he did not expect that Lady Olgala did not seem to be very tall.

But he didn't care about this, after all, his purpose was just to use this woman to become famous.

Alexander walked to the front of the curtain and lifted the curtain.

But before he could see the face of the lady in front of him, a force suddenly came from his wrist!

With his arm twisting behind his back, Alexander felt as if he had been thrown out of the clouds!

With a "bang", Alexander slammed to the ground!

This sudden strength, this powerful throw, and this familiar pain, Alexander was stunned for a while, and suddenly let out a shout that resounded throughout the small building: "Sophia! ”