The death of Oriol, the most famous tailor in Naples, in a stinking gutter in front of the back door of a third-rate brothel, has attracted some attention in Naples.

Although this tailor took the opportunity to tailor the clothes for those noblewomen during his lifetime, he frequently entered the house from top to bottom, from the outside to the inside, and made a lot of judgments for those noblewomen, but when he died, he not only robbed him of a gold coin hidden in his shoes, but also was stripped away, and many noblewomen still publicized this incident as an anecdote.

As for many of the husbands, they were even happier, if it weren't for the fact that this guy was a court tailor, someone would have wanted to teach him a good lesson.

The killing of the tailor did not attract much attention, after all, there were so many things that happened during this time, and the death of a tailor naturally did not attract much attention.

The only major event that people are now concerned about, apart from the unpleasant French, is the sudden rumor of Prince Alfred's marriage to Countess Cosenza.

This happened so suddenly that many people have not even fully understood, and the official news has already come out.

The prince will officially marry the countess, and according to more reliable rumors, the wedding was made in exchange for the Count of Mordillo being willing to take on the entire royal debt.

Many people could not help but wonder what was the reason for the urgency of this marriage, or rather the urgency of the marriage, and since they thought so, all kinds of speculations immediately spread in the streets of Naples, and compared with the rumors that the people liked to hear, the death of a tailor was not paid much attention to.

When Alexander returned to the Tuylan Palace, he was accompanied by Alfred to look at a painting, which was a portrait of him, and if you went to the street and asked a local who seemed to have a lot of money to ask for a gold coin, you could see that the portrait carved on it was very similar to this painting, in fact, the gold coin called Radia, which is now popular throughout the South, was based on this painting.

Alfred was a little uncomfortable with the somewhat subversive style of the painting and the scenes inside, especially when he saw that the musket in his hand was actually in his hand, he felt that there was always an indescribable sense of strangeness.

The prince already knew about the Ottomans in Bucharest, and when he first heard about it, Alfred was first excited, then nervous, and then a little inferior.

He considered himself brave, but he knew in his heart that if it were him, he might have been frightened by facing the infidels.

This even made Alfred hesitate to pursue the maverick countess, but whether it was because of the obsessive appearance of Josha or the coveting of the Modillo family's wealth, which his father Frederick had revealed, whether intentionally or unintentionally, Alfred knew that he could not extricate himself.

Alexander's arrival made the atmosphere a little awkward, and he seemed to know that the two men did not get along, so he kindly found an excuse for the prince, and then sent him away from the two of them.

"You seem to enjoy being courted," Alexander sat not far from Tsusha, looking at Tsusha, "Aren't you angry at all about this marriage?" ”

"Isn't that what you arranged for me, dear brother," Josa walked up to the portrait and stood up straight, as if to compare herself with herself in the portrait, and deliberately made the same pose, only now she had neither a shield nor a musket in her hand, "I would love to know what you are going to do next, and perhaps it is in your interest that I marry Alfred." ”

Josha's words reminded Alexander of Count Mordillo's words, although no one had mentioned the name of King Enrique so far, Alexander knew that Count Mordillo had actually hinted at his so-called "noble blood" to him more than once through Lady Georges-Anne.

The Count was very secretive, and never even mentioned the hapless incompetence of Castile from beginning to end, after all, this is a big thing that can lose his head, so it is no wonder that the Count is so cautious.

However, as the Count said, if everything is according to the Count's arrangement, it is indeed Alexander himself who will benefit in the end, which is why the Count believes that he will be able to convince him in the end.

But Alexander apparently did not think so, and he had his own plans, so although he agreed to the earl's proposal, he had other plans.

He still didn't feel comfortable looking at the way Shosha and Alfred stood together looking at her portrait.

"I think you're probably going to need a gorgeous dress worthy of you when you're married," Alexander said, looking him up and down, and then suddenly frowned, "Is there something wrong with my eyes, dear sister, why do I think you're a little fatter than before?" ”

"Qiao Er, you are so annoying~"

As the angry shouts of Jisha came out of the room, a sound of fighting that seemed to be clanging also came out, and the earl, who was accompanying Alfred to pass nearby, looked at the prince with a slightly surprised look, and then listened to the rapid gasping sound from the room in the distance that Jisha seemed to be shrugging helplessly because of the chasing: "Please forgive Your Highness, but you know that the relationship between their brother and sister is not ordinarily good, it is quite good." Hahaha......"

Prince Alfred looked at the earl, and then listened to the sound in the room that seemed a little strange, but he couldn't say anything that was not quite right, and finally the uncle, who still echoed his fiancée, nodded seriously in agreement.

Joseph Buccini walked down the street, and he walked around like the out-of-town businessmen who were ready to take advantage of the threat of war in Naples and prepared to take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune here, because the street where the threat of war seemed a little depressed, and if you were not familiar with the place, you might not even want to stay longer, but Joseph Buccini was very interested in this place.

I've been in Naples for a few days, and from the beginning of my doubts to my understanding, and now I look at those closed shops and feel that there is something else in them, Joseph Buccini has put a lot of effort into it.

The Jew's natural business acumen allowed him to solve many incomprehensible problems once he discovered the extraordinary relationship between Naples and the Free Trade Union, which led Buccini to believe that the current depression in Naples was completely superficial and even false, and that this falsehood not only deceived the king, but even many of the merchants involved in it themselves were unwittingly blinded, and Buccini firmly believed that Naples had great wealth, And this wealth has quietly turned into a huge capital that supports the free trade alliance in a way that is still unnoticed.

The money may not be visible to the eye, but it is definitely a force that can be feared, and how great this power is, Buccini even dared not imagine.

A small funeral procession approached from across the street, and Joseph Buccini, a Jew who knew how to protect himself, held a textbook with the Ca' Foscari logo on the cover in both hands, and bowed his head slightly to avoid the eyes of the passers-by.

The sound of a woman's crying caught Buccini's attention, and he looked up slightly to see the fat widow in mourning clothes, and the people who followed him whispered: "It's a pity that I didn't see a noble lady funeral for this unfortunate fellow." ”

"What else do you want to see, I really think that a tailor can win the favor of the ladies who just want to taste something new, but it is said that Madame Georgiaanne of Cosenza really admires this fellow, but it is a pity that Madame is not in Naples."

"Don't you think it's strange to say this, that lady's son has just returned, and the tailor she has been frequenting lately has died inexplicably."

"Shut up, what are you hinting at, don't trouble me, that Count Montina is not easy to mess with, he is someone who even the Ottoman Sultan would dare to offend!" ……

Listening to the chatter coming from the funeral procession that was gradually moving away, Buccini looked at the back of the team with some confusion.

Frederick's surprise request to marry as soon as possible was quite unexpected, so he even thought of some strange reasons, but as long as he thought about the '140,000 florins', the king immediately threw those strange thoughts out of his mind, for the current Frederick, not to mention that his son may just like to be a father, even if Zhosa is standing in front of him with a group of illegitimate children of unknown origin, he will not hesitate to force Alfred to marry her with a knife.

Hurry up and have a wedding, so that all the debts will be taken over, and Cosenza's strength should not be underestimated, although the rumors that Kosencha personally led the Kosencha to defeat an enemy in Bucharest under the command of a famous Ottoman general and superior forces are not credible, but Cosenza's influence in Naples is still aware of Frederick.

This has also aroused the vigilance of the king.

Therefore, getting married quickly is the key, and everything can be resolved in the sacred marriage bed. The king thought so.

On July 7th, the day was hot from the morning, the sun hung in the sky like a huge fireball, and even in the early morning, the scorching light had illuminated everything on the ground as if it would be ignited at any moment.

Madame Georgesanne sat in her chair, and though it was very hot, she was dressed in a very formal and unusually ornate gown, and the delicate appearance and figure that did not match her youth, made many who saw her secretly compare her with her daughter, who was about to be married, and came to the conclusion that although Mademoiselle was young and beautiful, the Countess was evidently with the maturity of a lady of her age.

The wedding took place in the Episcopal Cathedral of Naples, a church built by the French that has hosted the baptisms, coronations and weddings of more than a dozen kings, and of course about the same number of funerals have been held in this cathedral, making the Episcopal Cathedral an exceptionally sacred place.

When Tsunasa, dressed in a beautiful and ornate wedding dress with every jewel set on the placket, appeared in the limelight, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath and look at Countess Cosenza.

After the wedding, she will become the princess and future queen of Naples, the Modillo family will usher in new glory, Cosenza will no longer be in danger of being separated from Naples, and the king will finally be able to get rid of the high debts that suffocated him.

Everything seemed perfect, and everyone seemed to be benefiting from it.

Alexander stood in the crowd and watched the couple walk side by side, and as they passed him, Alfred nodded to him slightly, but Josha walked over without looking at him.

Her face was very calm, or it would be more appropriate to say that it was indifference, she was like this throughout the ceremony, calm and serene, as if it was not her who was married, and everything around her had nothing to do with her.

It wasn't until Prince Alfred put a crown on her head, which was still a little heavy despite its exquisite workmanship, that Jossa raised her head slightly as if she had come to her senses, her gaze paused on Alfred's face, and then suddenly showed a smile, and when the prince couldn't help but be stunned when he saw her smile, Jossa took Alfred's hands that crowned her, lowered her head and kissed the back of his hand slightly.

A soft sobbing came from beside him, and Alexander looked at Lady George Anne next to her, looking at the countess who did not know whether she was happy or sad, but Alexander wondered if the countess was actually grieving the death of her tailor's lover.

"This dress is so beautiful," a noble lady whispered with envy not far away, "but I heard that this dress is not cheap, and it was made by a very famous Sicilian tailor, you must know that this errand should not have fallen into the hands of others, but unfortunately Oriol died, and died so dishonorably." ”

I don't know if it was intentional, Alexander felt that the voice of the woman in the back was deliberately much louder, just enough for Lady George Anne in front to hear, so he slowly turned his head and looked back.

A pale-faced woman and Alexander looked at each other, and the man next to her also looked panicked, but he still barely squeezed out a smile to please him, but when he saw Alexander slowly raise his hand and make a throat-cutting motion, the man and woman suddenly shook their bodies coldly.

Alexander could feel that there was a sudden silence all around, and that people were quietly moving away, and for a moment only he and Lady George Anne stood there rather abruptly.

"Qiao Er......" Lady George Anne wanted to say something, but she closed her mouth again when she saw Alexander shake her head slightly.

All her life she has been obeying orders, listening to her brother, listening to her husband, listening to her daughter, and now listening to her son, so in Lady George Anne's mind, there is no intention to argue and oppose others at all, she just needs to live according to other people's arrangements, and the rest is only to keep having fun.

The wedding was still going on, but Alexander's mind was no longer there.

Things were prepared like this, his gaze swept across the crowd, and when he saw several people meeting him with meaningful eyes, he nodded slightly.

The court sealer, O'Fred, was the celebrant of ceremonies, and when the prince and his wife came out of the episcopal cathedral in an ornate carriage, O'Fred rode on his horse to clear the way for the wedding chariot as the lead official.

The road from the cathedral to the royal palace was bustling with activity, and even though it seemed to be crowded with people nowadays, Naples gathered on both sides of the road to bless the prince and the Countess of Cosenza.

I just don't know if it's an illusion, Frederick on a horse always seems to feel that the cry of "Long live the princess" is much higher than "Long live the prince".

Alexander, too, was on horseback, and Pagasus was clearly excited to take part in such a spectacle, so that from time to time he would make a sudden snort, or make a gesture towards the woman who had thrown a bouquet of flowers on the side of the road, causing a burst of screams, real and fake.

The pressure is already a little helpless for people like Pagasus to go crazy, and if it weren't for the fact that it has no merit and hard work, it would have been sold a long time ago.

Bellery, however, was interested in Pagasus, but Alexander did not intend to sell him the horse, for he thought that perhaps the half-brother of Josha might use Pagasus as his stand-in, and that would be a tragic fate.

Although the time was rushed, perhaps it was money to do things, and after the Count of Mordillo generously funded a fee, the whole wedding still presented a satisfactory side.

Especially when the nobles returned to the palace with the newlyweds' carriage and saw the abundance of food on the long list of tables that lined up from the hall to the courtyard of the palace, many people could not help but cheer with excitement.

Under the guidance of the Seal Officer, the prince and the king sat together behind the horizontal table in the hall, and on both sides, in front of the table leading to the outside, the nobles who were already standing raised their glasses together.

"Long live the Venerable King of Sicily!"

"Long live, Your Royal Highness the Prince!"

"Long live, Your Royal Highness the Princess! ~”

Listening to the cheers, Frederick frowned slightly, for some reason he felt that this last cheer dragged on a little too long.

Drinking, eating meat, jumping clowns, and the constant shouting and screaming in the courtyard outside, all of this made for a mess, and as the atmosphere became more and more enthusiastic, Alexander saw that the nobles in the hall, who had been somewhat reserved, had begun to become presumptuous, some were taking the opportunity to rub the oil of the maids who served the dishes, and some simply left the table and ran after the women.

Frederick raised his glass and poured it into his mouth, and the beautiful aroma of the wine made him think that it was not wine but money.

Finally able to get rid of those damned debts, Frederick wanted to summon the Jew into the hall and make all the drunken people amuse him, but at last a little bit of sanity prevented him from doing such a stupid thing, after all, he would have to deal with Jews in the future.

The king took another sip of wine, perhaps a little too much, and he saw the shadows of his son and daughter-in-law dangling beside him, and then he knew that they had already stood up.

"Father, let's take our leave, you know it's a good day for me." Prince Alfred whispered to Frederick with some uncontrollable excitement.

"Go ahead, son, do a good job!" Frederick let out a loud roar, loud enough to be heard outside, which immediately caused a burst of laughter.

Alfred nodded excitedly, he could not suppress the fire in his heart, so when he hurried away with the king, he did not notice the slightly strange look of his wife casting at his father's back as he passed by the king.

Alexander took a silent sip from his glass, and he glanced at Count Mordillo, who was sitting behind the table opposite, just as the Count also looked at him.

Alexander slowly lowered the cup, his gaze met that of the Count for a moment, and then his right hand tapped slowly on the table.

One of the attendants removed the empty glass from the king again, and brought a new glass of wine.

The red wine looked like blood, Frederick was slightly stunned, he didn't know how he suddenly had such an ominous thought, and then he smiled and stood up with his glass.

For a while, from the hall to the courtyard, there was a chaotic sound of standing up one after another.

"Cheers to my son, to Naples, to the eternal honor of Sicily!"

"Cheers! Long live the King of Sicily! ”

The cries resounded throughout the palace, and Frederick watched the scene, listened to the deafening cheers, and finally drank the red wine in his glass with satisfaction.