After saying that, Uliu's chin was slightly raised, he did this to make everyone realize the dignity of his master's status with a proud gesture, but then he noticed that things seemed to be different from what he thought.

There was something strange about the atmosphere in the tavern, or rather weird was more appropriate.

Everyone looked at Alexander with strange eyes, and there were curiosity, surprise, doubt, and excitement in those eyes, and in short, the emotions in these people's eyes were so rich that Ulius couldn't help but take two steps back in front of Alexander, and he had begun to regret so much talking.

Alexander stood up helplessly, he originally wanted to reprimand the servant, but he knew that it was useless, the news of his appearance in this tavern would spread quickly, it was nothing, from everything he had heard and seen before, he could conclude that the appearance of an envoy from Sicily in such a place at this time would definitely attract the attention of many people.

It may even make many people think about it.

Places like taverns and inns have always been the most well-informed, but with this well-informed, it also means that such places often mean trouble.

Alexander could already imagine what kind of speculation one would have had when one heard about the appearance of the Sicilian emissary in a tavern where a crowd of people of all sorts of speech often gathered.

Even he could see from the eyes of these people in front of him that some people must have been wondering if this messenger from Sicily had been sent by the King of Sicily to support his "side".

Alexander felt a little unlucky, he had not seen any Neapolitan magnates in trouble, and he glared fiercely at Mashimo on the other side as he thought about the reaction of such rumors if they were heard.

The monk looked a little dazed at this time, he never thought that the pair of master and servant who he had brought back casually on the road would be such a big man, but he was only a little stupid, and then he stood up at once, and said in a voice of "this is my buddy": "Behold, this is a guest from our brotherly country, who has crossed the sea to support us at the risk of suffering in our country, and he has brought us good wishes from the other side of the lighthouse, so that we can all cheer for his coming." ”

"Hooray!"

"The friendship on both sides of the lighthouse lives on forever!"

"Long live the Sicilians, long live the King of Sicily!"

"Ferdinand's friendship with Ferdinand will be witnessed by God!"

Shouts erupted again in the tavern, which had just been fighting, but this time people hugged each other and hooked their shoulders, as if the previous unpleasantness was an illusion.

Uliu stared blankly at this scene, although he had always been known for his cleverness, but at this time the Moors also felt that their brains were a little bad.

If he were to describe it, Ulius would have liked to shout: Neapolitans are insane!

Massimo made a cross on his chest, and then he came to Alexander, and reached out to take the hand of the "guest from the brotherly country", who seemed to others to be clearly close to the Sicilian envoy, and perhaps even to carry out a mysterious mission entrusted by some great man himself.

Now that the two envoys have finally met in victory, it may be necessary to engage in some secret negotiations that are not humane.

Mahimo was indeed very serious, Alexander was a little helpless, he knew very well that the person in front of him was a blind man, although he had known him for less than half a day, but he believed that he knew the details of this person better than most of the people present.

"You need a guide, friend," said Massimo in a low voice, "I am the best, not only in Naples, but also in Rome, Bologna, and Florence, all of which I am familiar with, even Venice and Genoa, and although they are feuding, I am the only one who is respected by them at the same time." Trust me, I can help you. ”

Ulliu showed anger, he felt obliged to defend the interests of his master, and the thought of this guy mixing with him made him feel uncomfortable, although his skin was white, but Ulliu believed that this man must have a black heart: "No, master, this person ......"

Alexander waved his hand, he smiled and looked at the slippery head in front of him, Alexander didn't believe a word of his words, but somehow, something very strange about this man attracted him again, maybe it was his kind of clever words that seemed to be born with incendiary people, or his different cleverness from Ulliu, which made Alexander think that it would be good to let such a person follow him.

What's more, since his whereabouts have been exposed, it is estimated that someone will find him soon, and it is always good to have someone familiar with Naples by his side at a time when the various forces in Naples are still unclear.

"What are you doing," Massimo said loudly to the tavern keeper, who was holding two broken wooden tables, "hurry up and prepare two good houses, clean them up, my friend is going to move in, look at you, look at you, it's so ugly, put down the rags, do you want me to recite the whole hymn to you?" ”

The tavern owner looked at Massimo bitterly, and he knew that nothing good would happen to this guy when he came, but looking at the crowd of enthusiastic guests around him, he swallowed back the curse that came to his lips.

A young girl approached and whispered to Alexander to go upstairs, but her eyes stayed on Massimo as she spoke.

The monk looked solemn, and although he was dressed indecently, he folded his hands and began to silently recite the scriptures that no one could hear.

The girl was a little disappointed, but her eyes were even hotter, and this scene made Alexander secretly admire, this guy is really good at seducing girls.

Because it was a garrison fortress in the early days, the interior of the "lookout post" was built very strongly, and even after all these years, you still won't casually hear the terrible sound that rings everywhere when you walk on the wooden floor, let alone worry about falling through some rotten hole at any time.

The building is so sturdy that in the middle of the corridor on the second floor, you can even see a brick pillar that leads directly to the roof from the lower floor, and a square purlin that looks stout when exposed from the outside.

As soon as Alexander entered the room, Massimo followed, closed the door without any notice, and then looked at Alexander with a serious expression, looking completely different from downstairs.

"Tell me, who are you," the monk still folded his hands, and although he was not wearing monastic robes at this time, he did have the appearance of a monk, "Don't tell me that you are a messenger from Sicily, I am more familiar with it, but I think your servant is very clever and can take this opportunity to make a name for yourself." ”

Alexander looked at the man with amusement, he didn't expect Massimo to think of him as a liar like himself, although he was not wrong to think so.

"Please don't be unreasonable to my master," Ullius reminded, and if it weren't for the fact that this man was a little uneasy to mess with, the Moors would have almost rebuked him, "My master is a messenger of Sicily, a noble ......."

"Sicilian emissary, noble keeper of the lighthouse, forget it, friend," Massimo interrupted Uliu, "I am still the archbishop of St. Peter's Palace, tell me who you are, maybe we can really do something great together." ”

Alexander was a little crying and laughing, he didn't expect this man to be so insistent on thinking that they were his peers, and he was just about to speak, when there was a very soft knock on the door.

Then the door opened slightly, and a head poked in.

It was the one who used to open the spoon with a wine urn because others were sarcastic about Count Mordiglo, which caused a big fight.

"I'm sorry, sir, can I say a few words to you?" The man asked cautiously, most of his body still hidden outside the door, as if ready to go out as soon as he was rejected.

And sure enough, and very quickly, Alexander knew that such a visit would surely come, and perhaps soon something more important would come to him, who was a true Sicilian emissary.

"We are talking about something important," Massimo's expression changed at once, and he stood in front of Alexander, as if he were his agent, "if there is anything you must tell me first, and then I will tell the messenger." ”

"That's the kind of monk, if you allow it, I mean if you allow it, I would like to invite the messenger to one of our little gatherings, not far away, and there will be some people coming, and there may be a few big people." The man slowly squeezed through the crack in the door, then straightened up, glancing at Alexander behind him as he spoke, and finally spread out his hands in a fancy salute.

"The big guy you're talking about can't be Count Mordiglo." Massimo's eyes became hot, and he didn't even wait to turn back to ask Alexander to say yes, but as soon as his mouth opened, Alexander's shoulder was held down.

"I'm sorry, I've had a hard time, and I've had some trouble on this trip, so I'll have to miss tonight's party." When Alexander had finished making a look at Ulliu, the Moors immediately went up, passed over Massimo, who was still with his mouth open, and opened the door for the man.

The man looked disappointed, but left with a sense of humor.

As soon as the door was closed, Massimo turned around and cried out in an excited voice, "God, what are you thinking, Count!" Count Mordillo's banquet, why should you refuse such a great opportunity, do you know how many people want to attend the Count's banquet? ”

"I remember just now, downstairs, didn't you keep praising Count Frederick, why are you so eager to attend Modillo's banquet now."

"They are all big men in Naples, you know, the real big men, like the consul Barbarige of Venice, or the cardinal of Rome, don't you want to know these people?"

Alexander shook his head, he was already sure that this man was not a monk at all, or a liar, but rather a disdainful so-called scholar who was keen to make a name for himself by publishing all sorts of strange things, and trying to get the attention of the great men.

This kind of people have existed in both the East and the West since ancient times, and they have the same characteristic, that is, they often like to be unconventional and boastful, and then through the slowly accumulated fame, they hope that one day they will meet the Lord, and then they can show the so-called ambitions in their hearts.

Alexander didn't know if Massimo was one of those people, but he had decided not to attend the meeting that the man was talking about.

Although it was a little tempting to hear that Modillo might participate, Alexander was well aware that he should have attracted the attention of many people.

He could not act rashly when the situation in Naples was unclear, especially when it was not clear which side Modillo would prefer among the uncles and nephews of the King of Naples.

And Alexander had a hunch that someone would soon come to the door again.

Sure enough, just as Massimo was about to say something more, there was another soft knock on the door.

However, this time Alexander guessed wrong, and looked at the tavernkeeper's sister who was standing at the door with a worried face, and he immediately noticed that the expression of Mahimo next to him had changed, and in an instant, an unfathomable monastic demeanor rushed to his face.

Alexander really admired this person a little, if he hadn't seen his unparalleled wild running before, he probably wouldn't have thought that the person who looked deeply religious now, was the guy who chased people all over the city with his bare ass before.

"Maybe we'll talk about it later," Massimo ended their conversation with a slight nod to Alexander, then turned back to the tavernkeeper's sister and smiled, "What's the matter, L'Olega, if there's anything I need help with." ”

"Yes," the girl looked at the other two people in the room a little shyly, but her gaze remained fixed on Massimo, "I made a prayer robe before, and my brother asked me to make it for the church, but now I want to give the robe directly to you, is this also a dedication to the church." ”

"You are such a pious man, God will bless you, come, let us see your workmanship, I am sure it must be the best embroidery in all of Naples."

Massimo immediately met him, and as he took the girl's hand and praised her piety and kindness, he closed the door with his hand, and soon there was a faint sound of the door closing in the hallway as the whispers faded away.

Uliu stared blankly at the door, pointed, and turned around to say something, but he couldn't remember for a moment, and finally he had to mutter, and then walked back to Alexander.

"Master, what are we going to do next?"

"Wait." Alexander walked to the window and sat down, because it was a fortress, the windows of the room here were not large, and the outer window sills were very steep, so that people stood in front of the window as if they were going to fall out at any moment.

But the view was so wide that he could even see the towers and rugged typical French round turrets of the Chteau Neueu, which reminded him of all the rumors about Naples that he had just heard in the tavern below.

A young and vigorous king with little ruling experience, a respected but ambitious uncle, and a powerful and ambitious count, Alexander sketched in his mind and found that the situation in Naples was not only no better than Sicily, but even more chaotic and complicated.

After all, the Neapolitans have just regained their country, and in addition to these few, the other magnates may not have their own plans.

Uliu began to tidy up the house, but there was nothing to tidy up, not only were they empty-handed, but there were not many sons on the master and servant combined, and if it weren't for Massimo, maybe they would have slept on the streets tonight.

"Uliu."

Alexander suddenly beckoned, and the Moors immediately raised their heads and listened attentively.

"Find a way to clean it up, at least look clean."

Alexander pointed to his body, saying that the material and style of the dress he had on him were very good, after all, Osborne could not tolerate people leaving his tailor's shop in ugly clothes, which would make him very uncomfortable.

Ulius smiled and showed a row of neat white teeth, and he had felt a little uneasy that he had failed as a servant, for his master had hardly ever told him anything.

For Ulliu, it was a dereliction of duty for a servant who was not approved by his master.

"Don't worry, I can't make a new dress like a master tailor, but at least I can make your current clothes look decent."

The Moorish man said as he walked over and helped Alexander take off his shirt, which had narrow shoulders and upper sleeves, which were fluffy and wide from the elbows, and carefully counted the buttons on them one by one.

"Actually, even if we hadn't met this Mahimo, we wouldn't have starved," Alexander smiled at the cautious Ulliu, "at least we can live by selling the pearls on these clothes." ”

"But this is what Miss Sophia sewed for you."

As soon as Uliu's words came out, he quickly closed his mouth, and then he looked carefully at his master, and saw that Alexander had turned to look out the window, and the Moors secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that his master had not forgotten Sophia, but the more he did so, the more he was secretly worried, and looking at Alexander's silent back, Ulliu suddenly felt that it might not be a bad thing if he had promised the visitor and listened to the encouragement of Mahimo to go to the party in the evening.

"Ulliu, be quick," Alexander still did not turn around, "we need to dress modestly, and perhaps someone will come to visit us soon." ”

Uliu nodded, he somewhat understood what Alexander meant, those guys downstairs looked like women with long tongues, they would definitely spread the news of the arrival of the Sicilian messenger everywhere, and the thought of the master going to see those big men in such a sloppy dress now, the Moors felt that the sky was about to fall.

"Who will come first?" Alexander looked out the window and wondered, he knew someone would come to see him, but it was hard to guess who it was.

Uliu, who had just left, hurried in again.

"Master, there is a guest who wants to see you."