At the beginning of the new month, Alexander walked slowly down the street, and not far behind him, Massimo and Ulius looked at Alexander in front of him and whispered to him.

"The owner seems to be unhappy."

"I've never seen him happy."

"You've only been following your master for a long time, don't pretend you know everything."

"Of course I know, I can feel his heart, it's not something you can understand."

"You liar, what else can you do but cheat, eat, drink, and pat yourself."

"Moor, don't speculate on my mind with your wooden head, you can't understand the great Assemo's mind."

"Great Asseimo, aren't you the Massimo who always runs around naked, the Assemo who always lets her husband chase and beat, and it seems that the origin of your monk's robe is not good."

"Moor, are you going to humiliate me? Remember these words of yours now, and one day you will be ashamed of your words, and the great Mahimo will not care about you. ”

Alexander, who was originally preoccupied, listened to the back and forth of the two people behind him, and somehow his mood suddenly improved.

He stopped and looked back, and saw that the two men immediately had a flattering smile on their faces, and Alexander smiled slightly.

He raised his head to look at the deep night sky, the moon was like a silver hook, and the starlight was looming.

How long has it been since you came to this era?

Alexander recalled, and was surprised to find that it had only been a few months.

But why does it feel like it's been a long time, that kind of time even makes him have an illusion that everything before seems to be real and illusory, real like a dream.

It was the best of times, and it was the worst of times, and Alexander felt as if he was making a footnote to himself, remembering this phrase that had been used by countless people.

So what kind of era is this?

This is the age of the French, the age of Aragon and Castile, the age of many Italian monarchs and the Pope of Rome, and the age of the crescent moon empire far to the east, just as the sky obscures all the stars.

In the same way, this belongs to the era of the masters of art who are destined to glorify history in the future.

Alexander had a silent repetition of the names of these people, some of whom were now famous, some of whom were still unknown, but who were destined to be part of this legendary era.

Unless, unless, there is some kind of force that will change all this.

Alexander took a deep breath, the crisp night breeze lifting his spirits.

"We should go back," Alexander said to the two men, "and we will have a lot to do tomorrow." ”

"Is it about an invitation from the Count of Naples?" Massimo immediately walked up, he shook off the monk's robe vigorously, although he was somewhat regretful that he did not have a Roman shawl that could be thrown behind his shoulders, but he still tried to make himself look more solemn, "If this is the case, as your accompanying monk, I advise you to be cautious, the Count of Naples is a ......"

Speaking of this, Massimo paused to ponder the wording before continuing: "It is said that this lord has a very special reputation, and many Neapolitans scold him, but many more people think of him. And it is said that the Mordillo family has always had a bad relationship with the royal family, which is a troublesome figure. ”

Alexander looked at Massimo with a little surprise, he didn't expect that this guy who was eating and drinking everywhere seemed to be familiar with the nobles of Naples, although this news sounded a bit general, but it was really useful to him now.

As for how much of what Mashimo said was true, Alexander didn't really care.

Even the supposedly rigorous official history can become unrecognizable after many years, let alone something like the rumors in the market today.

But even so, Mashimo's words were still important to Alexander, at least as they showed the influence of the Modillo family in Naples.

When he thinks of this Count of Naples, he thinks of another Modillo, a fat man he still thinks is imprisoned in the basement of the Monastery of San Sebalon.

The reason why Alexander did not rashly tell Count Mordillo about his so-called "identity" was because of the existence of this fat man.

In his opinion, the crazy real Modillo is always a hidden danger, this hidden danger is like an iron needle that keeps wandering on the surface of the water, and he doesn't know when he will puncture a blister.

There was another thing that never made him let go, thinking that Kunto was going to meet with someone, but he was suddenly attacked and killed so suddenly, and they were attacked in the fishing village late at night and the subsequent pursuit, Alexander felt that caution was the best,

He didn't dare, let alone trust anyone, even if this person was the fat man's uncle, and even the birth of the fat man was planned by him, but Alexander still felt the need to be cautious.

"To-morrow the Count has invited me to his house for a feast," Alexander said casually, and then saw Massimo's mouth open wide like a stranded salmon, "so we must prepare." ”

"Of course, my friend, you have to wear the best clothes, you must know that the banquet of the Mordillo family is the favorite of the Neapolitans, even the banquet of Uncle Wang's family is not comparable, but your clothes are too simple, I don't mean that simplicity is bad, but this is not good," Massimo walked up and almost pressed it to Alexander, and looked at him carefully, and then he suddenly smiled, "Trust me, I have a way to help you with this." ”

Then, not long after, the door of the "lookout" tavern sounded with Brother Mashimo's characteristic slightly exaggerated voice: "Barr, my old friend I am back~"

"Damn, you dare to come back!"

The tavernkeeper roared out from behind the counter, and then rushed like a door-slamming car towards Brother Mahimo, who was leaning against the doorframe!

"What are you doing here?" Frightened, Massimo immediately turned around and ran out of the tavern, and as he ran down the steep steps, he kept turning back and shouting to the tavern keeper who had caught up, "Who are you with, who has offended you?" ”

"That's you!" The tavern owner was furious, but it was a pity that his huge body made him walk on the steps and stagger, and he couldn't catch up with Massimo, who had long been experienced in dodging and chasing him, "You owe me a wine debt, stole the monk's robe I dedicated to the convent, and slept with my sister, I will not let you go today!" ”

"Barr, what are you talking about, you bastard!" Massimo suddenly stopped and turned around, his face full of astonishment and disbelief as he watched the tavern owner rushing all the way down and unable to contain his momentum pounce on him, and then stretched out a leg very strangely from below.

In an instant, a scream resounded throughout the street, and when the tavernkeeper's wife ran out with her skirt in her hand, she saw her husband lying on his back at the bottom of the steps, and beside him, Brother Mahimo was looking down at him with a serious expression, and at the same time scolded him with righteous words: "You actually think that I will do something to your sister, are you insulting me or are you insulting your sister, don't you know that fame is the most precious thing to anyone?" But you don't care about any of this, you would rather sacrifice your sister's reputation because you hate me, how can you be such a person, Baal I am so disappointed in you! ”

"You obviously slept with my sister......"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Massimo interrupted him, "Don't you think it's an insult to say such things to a servant of God, look at what I'm wearing." ”

"That's what I'm going to dedicate to ......"

"Dedicated to God's servant, that's why I put on this robe and pray for God's grace, and you should be proud of that."

"You still owe me money for drinks......"

"So you're willing to sacrifice your sister's reputation to frame me for this trivial matter?" Massimo drew a cross on his chest in agony: "My God, look at this man, why did you let this man fall into such a way and refuse to save his soul!" Aren't our piety and sacrifice enough? ”

The tavern owner, who had fallen all the rage, looked blankly at Massimo beating his chest on the top of his head, and for a moment his heart actually swelled with shame, his face flushed with pain and guilt was drenched in sweat, until his wife helped him up, and he was ashamed to lower his head and dare not look at Massimo's face.

"May God forgive you lost lamb," Massimo said helplessly, he raised his hand and paused, before tapping the tavernkeeper on the shoulder twice, and then ended the tavernkeeper's rebuke with a sigh that made the tavern keeper ashamed, "Let's go in, I have something to tell you, by the way, call your sister out, don't look at me like that, you make me blush with you like this, I have found some work for her." “

Looking at the back of the tavern keeper who obediently followed Massimo into it, Uliu stammered, but finally couldn't say anything.

"What an interesting person." Alexander, who was also watching this scene, smiled dumbly, he really didn't expect to meet such an interesting person.

Many times, Massimo could not be trusted, and sometimes he did not even know which of his words was true.

But this time Massimo spoke and counted.

The tavernkeeper's sister was beckoned, and after a flurry of words and gestures from Massimo, the girl went out of the house merrily, and soon brought back several young women of her age, and a bulging package under her arm.

When the package was opened, a large pile of lace of all kinds, lace scraps, and shapeless but precious pieces of fabric shook on the table.

"Come on, girls, let the men see what we're capable of." The tavernkeeper's sister shouted a shout, and then a group of young women began to work around Alexander.

"Behold, what a beautiful young man, but he is so shabby."

"But the fabric of his clothes is really good, and these buttons are actually black pearls."

"But it's still too shabby, the collar of the blouse is not matched with lace, and there is no tassel on the boots, you must know that I have seen a man who has more than a dozen styles just on the lining of various patterns on the robe."

"That's a rich man, but I've seen a noblewoman who wore a robe trimmed with mink, and was even scolded by a church scribe for this."

…………

Several women chattered and kept busy around Alexander, sometimes tying him a silk scarf, and then wrapping a wide belt around his waist that they had somehow put together.

When she heard that she was going to a banquet at the Count of Mordillo's house, a woman immediately rummaged through the cabinets and freed up several feathers, although they were somewhat damaged, but as long as they carefully trimmed the feathers that looked passable, these feathers of different colors were repeatedly inserted into a sloping hat that was said to be worn with the banquet the next day, and as for the origin of this hat, looking at a half-cut trouser leg on the table that seemed to have been cut from a certain dress, Alexander wisely did not ask.

In short, everything seemed to be going well, everything was well prepared, and when Ullius solemnly hung up the sword that Massimo had offered for Alexander, the people in the room sighed heartily.

"This is truly a masterpiece of ours," Massimo reverently clasped his hands in gratitude to God for his inspiration, and then he stepped forward, took Alexander's hand and kissed it slightly, "Thank you for saving me in the quarry, this is my reward for you." ”

Looking at the swindler in front of him, Alexander reached out and gently pressed his shoulder lightly, then bent down and whispered in his ear: "Listen, no matter what you did before, you haven't lied to me until now." I said at the quarry that you were my chaplain, and that promise is still valid if you will. ”

Massimo looked up at Alexander as if he didn't understand, and then he lowered his head again and kissed Alexander's hand gently: "Then I will be your chaplain from now on." ”

Alexander nodded slightly, and he looked at Ulliu, who looked dismayed, and extended his hand to him as well.

The young Moors folded their hands in an oriental salute, then respectfully took Alexander's left hand and kissed the back of his hand.

"Then let's face all this together," Alexander said in a barely audible voice, raising his voice, "ready for battle." ”

After coming into this world alone, he now has two men of his own.

Alexandre Juliant Cambrai's road is still long.