The "Lookout" tavern is very lively, of course, if it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a miasma, at least imagine a large group of people crowded into a few small space, walled rooms drinking spirits, while drinking drunk, you can know how lively this place is now.

But Brother Massimo did not brag, he was the absolute king and supreme here, and almost everyone loved him, and almost everyone was willing to treat him to a drink and listen to his wise teachings.

The reason why I say almost is because the tavernkeeper's family is the exception, the boss's face has sunk enough to twist water, and the big boss has not been able to complete the feat of recovering his debts, so he simply hides in the corner and sulks at himself while mixing water into the barrel.

Mademo didn't pay any attention to the bitter and vengeful appearance of the boss's family, he took Alexander to find an empty table, and then generously ordered food and drinks for him.

"Indulge your friend," the monk patted the back of Alexander's hand, "As the Greek verse says, only good wine and good food can save our poor bodies, and by the way, I haven't asked you for your name. ”

"Alexander," Alexander smiled back "Alexandre Juliant Gombray. ”

"Very good name," the monk smacked his lips as if he were tasting wine, "and get some rest, after all, we've been a long way off, and I'll let them serve you another bottle of something delicious." ”

With that, Massimo greeted and began to look for the tavernkeeper, and soon his attention was focused on the wine on the table, and he didn't know when he sneaked back to the owner's sister in front of him.

A man who looked like a sailor stood up and stopped Massimo, and filled the half-full cup he had given him, and then asked him: "Monk, tell us something interesting, about Rome and Bologna, for we know only about those things at sea, and too little about things on land farther away." ”

"What is there to say," Massimo looked disinterested after taking a sip of wine, "not all of them are like that, the most depraved are always the saints in monks' robes, the richest are always the Jews in mink robes, and the most stupid are the nobles in purple robes." ”

"Then tell me how you have fallen, we love to hear you say these things," said the sailor, turning back and beckoning, "be quiet, Brother Mahimo is going to preach." ”

There was a burst of laughter in the tavern, but the noise was slowly quieting down.

Alexander sat in the corner and watched with interest, he was now sure that this Massimo was not a psychopath, but he was obviously not a master or a strange man, at least he had not heard of the master sleeping with someone else's wife, and as a result, people chased naked in broad daylight.

The man did succeed in arousing Alexander's interest, and he noticed that the tavern was a mixed mix of rude sailors and apparently well-off merchants, some of whom appeared to be distinctly soldiers, while others looked like petty nobles or scholars of stature in their dress and conversation.

Such a place was obviously a gathering place of all kinds of well-informed information, and Alexander did not expect to find such a good place to find out about Naples without much effort.

And Massimo was also good to Alexander, because he had a "running fate", he specially told the shopkeeper to treat his new friend well, and as for the wine money, it was counted in his share, which made the face of the boss and his family almost the same color as the wine mixed with water.

"Don't talk nonsense about friends."

Assemo suddenly looked a little more serious, and he was now pointing a finger at the sailor's chest, but the look on his face made the originally hippie-smiling sailor slowly feel uncomfortable, and the people around him were much quieter because of his overly serious expression.

"Sermon, it's a sacred word, maybe we can laugh at the man who climbed to the throne by bribery, or we can mock any nobleman we don't like, but sermon is always holy and pure, because this is the great cause that Jesus Christ and his pious apostles have done, and how many saints have given their lives for this cause, not to mention the self-sacrifice of Jesus Christ," said Massimo as he suddenly jumped onto the table and slowly turned his arms to look down at the people in the tavern. If any one of us can stand up and say that he can do what they did, then he is free to be sarcastic, or else he has to maintain the most basic respect. ”

The laughter faded, and the sailor took a few steps back with an embarrassed face, then reached out and drew a cross on his chest, and walked up again, bending down to take Mahimo's trouser leg and kiss it, before sitting back down.

Everyone else looked earnestly at the monk who was still standing at the table, as if waiting for him to start the real sermon.

But then Mashimo laughed and jumped off the table with a thud.

"Let's talk about the lighter things, if you must listen to my sermons, then you should go to St. Peter's Basilica, or at least to the Cathedral of Naples, where we will really be inspired by God, and then each of us will listen directly to God's teachings, and not through anyone who tells you how to believe."

After speaking, Massimo grabbed a small sauce fish on the table and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Mashimo's words seemed to poke a tight ball open, and suddenly a cry of relief erupted in the tavern, which had been somewhat depressed by nervousness, and the people laughed again, and the sailors got up again and whistled uncontrollably.

"What an interesting man," Alexander said, leaning against a wooden pillar as he looked at Massimo as he walked around the crowd, admitting that the man did have a certain charm that would captivate people, or that he had a natural gift for evoking emotions and always seemed to be able to attract attention with unusual words and actions.

At least Alexander himself was led all the way to this tavern.

Several young men who looked like students beckoned to Massimo, and the monk turned down an invitation to him for a drink, and it so happened that they were sitting not far from Alexandria.

"Monk, if you are willing to use your wisdom seriously, perhaps we will be able to see the emergence of a true master, and not the sycophants who only pat the king's eyes." A middle-aged man who looked well-dressed and had a lot of status pushed a glass of wine in front of Massimo with some irritation, "Do you know, I heard that the king has ordered a large number of works of art and a tax increase in order to renovate the royal palace, and he even openly told people that in order to restore the glory of the royal family in the past, even if he follows the example of the French, he will not hesitate to plunder Naples again." ”

"Oh yes, that's terrible," said Massimo, taking a sip and pushing the cup in front of a nearby man to signal him to fill it, "but it's not unusual, you know that not only have I met the king, but I have spoken to him very much, when he was only a prince, but I already realized that this young man was not ready to take on the task. ”

"That's right," said the middle-aged man, exclaimingly, "King Alfonso was frightened by the French, so he handed over the country to a child, which is irresponsible to the kingdom." ”

This man's words seemed to resonate with several other people, and they couldn't help but start talking one after another.

Alexander sat and listened silently, he knew that the king of Alfonso was the father of the current king of Naples, Ferdinand, and coincidentally, the two current kings of Sicily were both named Ferdinand.

It's just that this Ferdinand of Naples is obviously not comparable to Ferdinand of Sicily.

In fact, as these complainers said, the Neapolitan king was not ready to take over at all, but was forced to the throne by his father.

Just a year ago, the sudden invasion of Naples by King Charles VIII of France completely frightened the then King of Naples, Alfonso II, because he was afraid of the French, Alfonso II simply threw the country to his son Ferdinand, who did not know anything, and then took off his crown and changed into a monk's robe and ran into a nearby monastery to hide.

Although Charlie was quite unreasonable, he had no choice in the face of an opponent who had reached such a point, so he turned his spearhead at the new king who was pushed forward by Lao Tzu, and was ready to teach the "little daisy of Naples" a lesson.

It's just a pity that in the following Battle of Foodino, Charlie was so defeated that he didn't have time to fulfill his promise to teach the Neapolitan Daisies.

Charlie's menacing but so quick roll, the crisis of Naples passed so easily, and the overjoyed Neapolitans inexplicably ascended to the throne, inexplicably fled everywhere, and inexplicably became the king of the restoration of Ferdinand, welcomed back to Naples.

As for whether Alfonso, who had taken refuge in the convent early because he didn't guess this outcome, had his bowels green with regret, no one cared.

At least in the eyes of ordinary Neapolitan people, Ferdinand, who took over in danger, is much cuter than his unresponsible old man.

These messages Alexander was in Sicily at the time. He had already heard from the Neapolitan merchants, and he even knew things that the people of his time did not know.

For example, King Ferdinand, who had all the previous encounters so inexplicably, would die suddenly and inexplicably not long after, thus ending his inexplicably short life completely.

It's just that now it seems that before the king dies, maybe someone will stand up and raise his voice against him.

Alexander didn't think that Mashimo was a member of the anti-king group, because this man seemed so unreliable that it was hard to imagine that anyone would expect him to carry out some elaborate conspiracy, but that did not mean that he had nothing to do with such people, at least the people in front of him seemed to want to make a move.

"The king did not know what he was doing, and he even thought that the victory was all due to his command, but the truth is that the king did not say anything useful all the time except to complain that he had not served him well along the way." The other seemed to be more excited than the previous middle-aged man, he slammed the table hard, and at the same time kept nodding his head at Massimo, as if to get support from him, and seeing Massimo make a helpless move, he behaved more fiercely, "Now he is actually preparing to go on a rampage after returning to Naples, which is definitely the behavior of a tyrant." ”

"This is Nero's behavior," the former middle-aged man slammed the table angrily, "This family has disappointed us again and again, and I can't imagine what would happen if the French came back." ”

"Not all royal families are disappointing," muttered the man who had just made a fiery remark, his hands that seemed to have been corroded by something for many years and his skin was chapped together, and his eyes couldn't help but scan the people at the table, "Frederick, at least Frederick cares about the people." ”

"Yes, the Count is a good man," Assemo licked his fingers as if remembering something, and his eyes narrowed, "I have attended those banquets he has held, and he is indeed a very easy-going person, especially to me, the Count has maintained a high level of respect. ”

"That's right, Frederick is the best one in the royal family."

The people around them matched, and several began to boast about the earl.

Alexander listened carefully, he didn't expect to hear such things by meeting someone casually.

Although all their belongings were lost due to the mutiny of the sailors, he was still a Sicilian negotiator sent to Naples.

What's more, this is the only way he can get close to Modillo smoothly.

The news he heard now gave him a general impression of the royal palace in Naples, but he didn't expect that just after the recovery of the country, there were already layers of crisis in the royal family of Naples.

Alexander did not believe that the words of these people were just their own private complaints, and that many of the so-called wishes of the people were in fact deliberately incited.

And as far as he knew, it was precisely this Count Frederick they were talking about, as the younger brother of the former King Alfonso and the uncle of the current King Ferdinand, who became the next king after the young Ferdinand died without an heir.

"Alfonso doesn't deserve such a good brother," said one of the men at the table, who had apparently drunk a little too much, and he staggered to his feet, raising his glass and shouting to everyone, "The king is so much worse than his uncle, let's toast to the health of Count Frederick!" ”

"God bless the Count!"

Immediately someone shouted, but Alexander noticed that there were others who looked disapplied.

Sure enough, someone in the crowd stood up and shook his head and shook the wine urn in his hand: "No, I don't think Frederick is qualified for this kind of wish, the king may still be young, but Count Modigro will help him, the count is the real wise man of Naples, even Charles has said that he would rather face more Neapolitan troops than deal with Count Modillo." ”

Alexander's heart fluttered, he was the first time he had heard of Mordillo since he arrived in Naples.

"Oh, forget it, the guy who hooked up with Charlie," one of Mashimo's tables jumped up and retorted angrily, "he actually advocated negotiating with the French, and he has been staying in Naples to deal with the French, God knows if he took money from the French." ”

"You are not allowed to insult Count Mordillo!"

The man with the wine urn yelled and pounced, and before everyone could react, the clay wine urn in his hand had been steadily smashed on the other party's head, and as the wine urn broke, the wine splashed, and the smashed guy also fell straight down with blood.

People were stunned for a moment, and then suddenly there was a shout all around!

A typical tavern brawl begins!

The shattered wine jar, the overturned tables and chairs, the men's yells, the women's screams, for a moment everyone was involved in this fight that few people knew how it happened, and even the tavern owner, who was originally sullen and sulked, smashed the empty water jug that had just been used up on the head of an unlucky egg who happened to roll to the side.

Uliu was dumbfounded, he couldn't have imagined that these nobles who had just been talking loudly would raise their fists in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, a man slammed into them, and although Alexander dodged in time, the man still pounced on them.

Ulliu finally couldn't take it anymore, he grabbed the knocked wine bottle on the table, and without hesitation, hit the man directly on the back of the head!

With a thud, the man fell down, and Uliuu jumped on the table and shouted to the scuffling crowd: "Do not be unreasonable, my master, Lord Alexandre Juliant Cambrai, is the lighthouse keeper of the Kingdom of Sicily, and the noble messenger sent to Naples!" ”

Suddenly, there was silence in the tavern, and everyone looked at Alexander with strange eyes.