Returning to the lookout tavern from the Tuylan Palace, Alexander sent away the two guards who had been following him all along, which was why he had gone to see Josha, and lured the guards away by leaving the tavern, after all, it was only upstairs and downstairs, and it was easy to be discovered. (Pinyin for biqi u)

As an emissary of Sicily, he certainly could not be idle every day, and with the death of Gondoza as the only emissary of the Aragonese, more and more people would come to visit him, which required early preparation.

Although Bruni bled a lot, the injury was not very serious, but the blood loss was very weak.

Alexander was still satisfied with this trip to Tuylan Palace.

In addition to getting permission from Josa to leave Naples, there is also the fact that he can finally get close to Madame Georgioanne.

Although the lady's corrupt life was a bit unexpected, Alexander felt that it didn't matter, after all, this is the way it is.

In general, the Renaissance was a very unique time, the old shackles were broken, new ideas sprung up inexorably, and although there were conservative people like Savonarola, there was more of a desire for a new life and a new world.

But as with all new times of change in history, there are always good and bad extremes of new things that come with restless desires.

The fanatical pursuit of advocating art has also stimulated people's pursuit of the senses, and while indulging in the desire for nature, it has also inspired people to suppress the ** for a long time.

Erotic games between men and women have become a matter of interest for more and more people, such as George Anne, who kept mistresses in number, and men took pride in having enough mistresses, and even the clergy, who claimed to be devout and chaste, openly kept a large number of mistresses.

The most famous is the current Pope Alexander VI, who not only surrounded himself with many women, but also used his power to openly seek benefits and status for his favorite illegitimate children.

Madame George Anne was evidently no different from the extravagant ladies of her time, who openly raised her little white face with her own or her husband's money, and seemed to have more than one, and even this kind of thing that was regarded as a mundane thing did not shy away from her own daughter.

However, she still loves Jisha very much, and Alexander can see that although she herself has fallen into the quagmire of ** and can't extricate herself, she still hopes that her daughter will not be like her, which even makes her turn against the new favorite she just met, and she is also full of vigilance against Alexander, a young man who is close to her daughter.

Or maybe it's not just guarded, Alexander watched Massimo change Bruni's dressing, and secretly wondered, obviously she had doubts about Alexander's identity, even if it wasn't sure that Alexander was her son with Enrique, but just a small suspicion was enough to make her wary of the young man's dealings.

After all, there were still very few fathers like Alexander VI who were happy with the "affection" of their children, and the rumors about the affection between the children of the Pope were enough to make one wonder if they were beyond human relations, even when they were far away in Sicily, and perhaps such rumors also stimulated Madame Georges-Anne, who obviously did not want that terrible thing to happen between her children.

Even now she only doubted Alexander's identity.

However, although Lady George Anne's actions caused some trouble, Alexander found something in them that pleased him.

It is evident that Madame Georges-Anne has not yet told her brother Mordillo about her suspicions of him, which not only reassures Alexander, but also makes it more convenient for him.

Josa decided to go to Kosencha in two days, on the grounds that she was tired of living at her uncle's house.

Alexander didn't know what Modillo's purpose was for keeping Georgio-Anne and her daughter by his side, and perhaps he was thinking of using his niece's marriage to his advantage, but so far Jossa was free, as evidenced by the fact that she immediately asked the servants to pack their belongings instead of telling Modillo first.

"We'll be gone in two days, so he'll get better as soon as possible." Alexander said to Massimo, who was washing his hands in the clay pot, that the room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol, which was originally a very hot summer, mixed with the smell of burnt liquor and sweat, and the air seemed to be muddy and unpleasant.

"Two days should be fine," Massimo's wet hand patted Bruni on the shoulder leaning on the head of the bed, "he's strong, and the Aragonese isn't hurt, although the wound is a little rotten, but as long as the bad flesh is cleaned up, it's fine." ”

"Biting." Alexander handed a piece of wood to Belouni, and then picked up the wine jug that was still a little hot, just when the Florentine man was puzzled and just opened his mouth to bite the wooden bar, Alexander suddenly stretched out his left hand and pressed his mouth, and before the two of them could react, the hot wine in the jug had been poured directly on Belouni's wound!

"Hmm~~!"

The moment of great pain caused Beluni's eyes to open suddenly, almost squeezing out of his sockets, his body trembling, the muscles of the two arms tied to the bed swelled, and the bed squeaked as he struggled.

"That way," said Alexander to Massimo, whose eyes were also wide open and panting, "hurry up, and do it as soon as he is in pain, and make sure that the wound is cleaned, and if he cannot leave in two days, I will hand him over to the Neapolitan." ”

Massimo nodded with some difficulty, he had some experience in dealing with injuries because he was often beaten by his jealous husbands, but he felt that Alexander's methods of dealing with patients were really more cruel than those terrible doctors.

"It's hot." Looking at his red skin, which had been burned by the spirits, Massimo began to wonder if he would learn to be obedient in the future.

"At least he can live, if he continues to inflame his wounds, maybe we will have to find a way to dispose of his body before we leave Naples."

Alexander said casually, he walked to the window and looked out, the terrain of the lookout post allowed him to overlook most of the city and the port, looking at the sea, Alexander's heart was a little lost.

Uliu went out to inquire again, but every time he brought back the news, he was disappointed.

The ship carrying Sophia seemed to have vanished out of thin air, and there was no news of its whereabouts, nor of its people and cargo, and Alexander sometimes even thought that even if the ship had sunk, at least someone should have found the wreckage and drifting things, because there was a busy voyage from Sicily to Naples, and how could a passing ship fail to find such a big target.

Alexander sighed secretly, the scene he saw when he was thrown out of the ship by the explosion of gunpowder always haunted his mind, and Sophia's figure with a crossbow in one hand and a gun in the other kept appearing, which made his thoughts about her even stronger.

"Wherever you are, whatever you encounter, I'll find you as long as I can." Alexander swore in his heart.

When Count Mordilo returned to Tuylan Palace, he saw a busy scene of servants rummaging through cabinets.

When his sister told him that he was about to return to Kosenza's domain, the Count was displeased.

"Doesn't she know that now is the time for big trouble for our family?" "I have just returned from the palace," complained to Madame Georgiaanne, "and that Josurnan dared to confront me to my face, which would have been impossible even a few days ago, but now because of the death of an Aragonese, those people have taken the opportunity to turn against me." ”

"Did the Florentine get it?" Madame George Anne was not very concerned about the current situation, she had seen Mordillo solve such problems many times over the years, and she was sure that this time would not bother him.

"No, someone has seen that man injured, so it's safe to say that there are people in Naples who are helping him, otherwise he wouldn't have been hiding for that long."

"I heard that the Florentine had a duel with the Sicilian messenger before?" Madame Georgianne asked nonchalantly, "and then he killed the Gondoza, who seems to have a real grudge against the Aragonese." ”

"If that's the case, then he should go to the king or Frederick, who are the real members of House Aragon." Modillo snorted, although they were both ambiguous with the French, but he did not have a good impression of the man sent by Savonarola, but now trouble had found him, and everyone seemed to think that the person had something to do with him, and some even suggested that Gendoza had something to do with him.

As far as he knew, some of the Aragonese people in Naples were already ready to move, and if it weren't for the power he had to make those people scruple, the Aragonese might have come to the door.

"The Sicilian messenger has come to see him to-day," said Lady Georgesanne, her eyes fixed on her brother's face, "and he seems to be very interested in him." ”

"Then he really can't do it," Modillo replied casually, and then his previous pace slowed down until he stopped completely, "That young man, has you come to see Jisha?" ”

Madame Georgianne tried to make herself look natural, and the woman's natural acting skills were on full display at this time: "Yes, he has asked to go hunting in the territory of Cosenza, and Josa has agreed to his request. ”

"So you're preparing something?" Modillo looked around at the busy servants.

"Josha seems to have a bit of a liking for this young man." At this point, George Anne was a little flustered, and she didn't know why she felt inexplicably uneasy at the thought of her daughter associating with the young man.

"She's too young to know what it means to like," said Mordillo disapprehantly, "but I don't think it's a bad thing to be able to associate more with that young man, who is a Sicilian, but he is also an emissary of Aragon, and it is good for us to be in our current situation." ”

Georgia-Anne opened her mouth to say something, but she did not say anything, knowing that her brother could not be questioned, just as she had been given to Enrique IV of Castile as a gift, and in Modillo's eyes, both his sister and his niece were merely tools for his ambitions.

But this aroused the disgust of George Anne, and although she did not speak, it strengthened her belief that she could not let her daughter become a prop for her brother to seek power.

"I don't like that Sicilian," said George Anne, despite the unquenchable suspicion in her heart, "he looks too young, brother, you know young people are always more easily driven by **." ”

"But he's useful to me now," said Modillo disappreciatively, "and many people say that I was involved in the murder of the Aragonese emissary, and now I'm going to show them how I treat the Aragon emissary, and it's a wonderful time to invite that Gombray to her territory." ”

George Anne shook her head silently, she knew that this was already a decision, that she could not be happy with the result, and that an inexplicable uneasiness made her feel like she was going to suffocate.

Two days later, the capture of the Florentines was still inconclusive, and speculation began that the killer might have left Naples or that someone had gone into hiding.

And the biggest suspect in the latter speculation is Modillo.

Beruni's injuries have improved, and although he is still a little weak, he is able to walk on crutches.

This made Mahimo happy, but also a little worried.

"My lord, are we really going to leave with that Miss Cosenza?" The monk asked worriedly, "It is rumored that Count Mordilo has something to do with the death of that Aragonese, is it dangerous for us to leave with them?" ”

"Don't worry, sometimes it's too dangerous and safe."

Listening to this plausible answer, Massimo was a little stunned.

"Massimo, have you thought about what to do in the future?" Alexander suddenly asked, and despite the monk's bewilderment, he continued, "Don't you wish that one day you would be the great Mashimo, as you yourself say, and a truly learned and respected man?" ”

Mahimo opened his mouth, he felt a little dizzy in his head, he often said these incendiary words to others, but how could someone say them to him today.

"If you really want to make those dreams come true one day, follow me."

Alexander looked at Massimo's flickering eyes, and he knew that this man might be too clever to trust people easily, or that he wouldn't trust people at all.

Sure enough, Massimo, who had woken up from the accident and trance at the beginning, showed a sleek smile: "My lord, aren't I following you now, I know I have caused you a lot of trouble, but please believe me, I will definitely repay you." ”

"I'm sure you'll repay me," Alexander said as he looked into Ulliu, who was ready to go, and looked into Massimo's eyes, and said in a slow but unusually powerful tone, "but I don't need a reward that you can give now, so I hope that you will one day be a person who is proud of what you have repaid me." ”

Massimo looked at Alexander blankly, he vaguely seemed to understand Alexander's meaning, but he was afraid that he would make a mistake and suffer from gains and losses.

The monk was in a trance, until Ulliu stood in front of him with a jug of wine.

"It's a terrible wine." Mahimo sniffed the liquor with a strange, spicy smell.

"The smell of wine can mask the smell of blood," said Uliu, tossing some of his drink over Massimo's monastic robes, "you have to get that Florentine to take two more sips, preferably drunk, he looks too serious, and that's not a good thing." ”

"Okay, okay," Massimo reluctantly walked over to Beluni, who was standing as straight as he could on crutches, "Drink it, and be an alcoholic, don't tell me that drinking is depravity, you're not an infidel." ”

Although Beruni frowned, he didn't say anything, he knew that he was in danger,

Although he still didn't have a good impression of the Sicilian, he didn't want to hurt others because of himself.

"Drink more, drink more," Massimo laughed as he watched Beluni take a sip of the bad wine, "You really should enjoy life, with all due respect, although Savonarola is indeed an admirable person, I don't think I will ever become a disciple of him, because it is too painful." ”

Asseimo's words made Beruni's face look unhappy, and he stopped to argue with his friend, but after only a few words, his tongue began to stiffen.

As his eyes became cloudier, Belluni's body tried to keep his balance but gradually refused to listen.

By the time Mashimo realized something was wrong, Beruni was on his back and fell on the bed.

The door opened, and Massimo jerked back to see Ulliu standing in the doorway with a small cloth bag in his hand.

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