Despite the fact that it is still a period of "national mourning", Neapolitans do not seem to have much self-awareness of the need to reduce their entertainment.

Except for the royal palace and the noble house, which were filled with solemn and sad mourning flags, other places are still full of lights and wine.

Perhaps it was the depressing nature of the French occupation, and the Neapolitans seized every time to make themselves happy, or perhaps they were afraid that the pleasure would fade too quickly, and everyone threw themselves as much as possible into the catharsis that seemed to release everything.

Mashimo had a very comfortable life during this time, and he was now a small celebrity, especially in the church, some priests and priests who had not even seen each other before, or who simply did not dare to meet for fear of revealing their stuff, were now able to talk and laugh with them, and by the virtue of temporarily flipping through those boring Bibles and his somewhat clever brain, when he discussed a certain doctrine with some priests, he could sometimes make others marvel at his level of knowledge, Then people talk even more about his patron who is now famous in Naples.

Of course, fame often meant trouble, and at least everyone knew that Frederick didn't like Cambrai, and that his fame had something to do with something less serious.

In a big fight with a celebrity at the house of a celebrity, and it was the nephew of the Neapolitan rescuer Gonzalo, many people began to wonder about this alone, I don't know how long that Gombray can be in Naples, probably soon he will have to run back to his Agri with his tail between his legs, but if he really angers that Gonzalo, probably Agri will not be able to save for long.

This kind of talk and rumor is everywhere in the city of Naples, and naturally places such as lookout posts, which rely on circulating all kinds of gossip as a spice to relieve boredom, will not let go.

So when Massimo walked into the lookout, instead of the usual cheers of a triumphant hero, he saw a gaze full of doubt and schadenfreude.

Massimo had been very fond of coming to the lookout post, and apart from the special service of the tavernkeeper's sister, he was adored and revered here like a king, and though he was content to take money out of his pocket for the sake of this little vanity.

But the atmosphere today made Mashimo unhappy, and this was not the first time he had encountered such a look, he had been suffering from white eyes for the past few days, and even the few clergymen who usually got along well with him began to avoid him.

"The people of the power." Asseimo muttered to himself, he hadn't learned so much now, so he didn't shout immediately, but when he sat down at a table, he saw several people at the same table leave one after another, and Mashimo's face sank.

Fortunately, the tavern's family had a good attitude towards him, especially the owner's sister, who seemed to feel that Massimo's mood was a little low, so she simply didn't even let him drink wine, and dragged him directly to the second floor.

After some requisition that allowed him to vent, Massimo leaned back on the bed and drank the wine that the tavern owner had just brought up, and said to the big man sitting on the stool opposite, "Barr, what do you hesitate to say so much?" Are you going to live with such a tavern for the rest of your life? ”

"The lookout post is my family's ancestral business, not a broken tavern," the tavern owner muttered dissatisfiedly, and then took a sip of wine with a grunt, "I can't leave this place, even when the French came." ”

Saying that, the tavern owner looked at his sister who was sitting side by side with Massimo on the bed, covering most of her body with a blanket, and pointed at Massimo in annoyance: "It's you, what will my sister do in the future, in case that Gombray really lets Gonzalo kill him, do you still want to be your false priest and deceive everywhere, then what about my sister?" ”

"What nonsense are you talking about, you have cursed the two deliverers of Naples at once," Massimo said in a deliberately puzzled tone, "why do you all have to listen to rumors, who told you that those two adults will become enemies, don't listen to those rumors casually, and don't always think about making a big rumor, this is to ...... Forget it, you don't understand it. ”

After teaching his brother-in-law a lesson and finally venting his anger, Massimo continued to get back to business: "I said Bal, think about it, even if you become the tavern owner for the rest of your life, or even the biggest tavern owner in Naples, what do you mean, or do you think you have the ability to become the Medici of Naples?" ”

The tavern keeper made Massimo a little unable to answer, of course he knew that Massimo's words were not bad, but the lookout post was his ancestral business, and even if he wanted to do something else, he shouldn't go to that Cambrai.

Now he's in big trouble.

"Listen to Massimo," said the tavernkeeper to his cheap brother-in-law, "get out of that Gombray early, he's in too much trouble now, and he'll be out of luck when Gonzalo returns, and if you follow him up, I don't want to see my sister sad." ”

Massimo shook his head a little annoyed, he knew that the tavern owner was a tough breed, and he had taken advantage of him by knowing this man's habits before, but now he found that people who were too stubborn were really annoying.

"Don't worry, my master won't let Gonzalo beat him down so easily, don't forget that he is Agri's Gombray." Massimo said angrily, but he didn't even notice that when Gonzalo's name was mentioned, his hand under the blanket that was caressing the woman's thigh trembled slightly.

Alexander, who was in big trouble, was walking with Sophia on the mountain town of Naples at this time.

Naples in autumn is beautiful, full of brilliant flowers and trees, and it seems that the whole city is surrounded by colorful colors.

It's a time when few people go out of their way to plant flowers, but that doesn't seem to detract from the city's autumn splendor, which is beautiful on the Mediterranean Sea and even more intoxicating with the golden autumn clothes of Mount Vesuvius in the distance.

Sophia's toes jumped on the stone pavement, and she jumped from one stone to another, then turned her head to look at Alexander, who had been looking at her and smiling.

In a few days, Sophia seems to have gradually gotten used to today's life, at least she no longer always tugs at the corner of Alexander's clothes and refuses to let go, and her smile is getting more and more, and even today, Alexander has to coax her to untie the short crossbow from her arm because she wants to change her into a long dress, although she has encountered some trouble, but Sophia still obediently untied the belt tied to her arm.

However, when Alexander wanted to leave the crossbow at home, he was strongly opposed by Sophia, who insisted that she must carry the crossbow with her, and she demanded that Alexander himself and not the servant carry the crossbow for her.

Alexander had no choice but to add a short cloak to his coat to cover the short crossbow hanging from his belt, and with a musket that never left his body, Alexander felt that he was not going out with his lover, but on an armed patrol.

Of course, Alexander was not arrogant enough to think that the entire city of Naples was his right to inspect, especially the nobles who had deliberately talked to him before and now tried to avoid him along the way, which made Alexander feel that this seemingly beautiful city actually had a more ruthless side.

The Neapolitans are actually very realistic, at least most of its nobles are, as can be seen from how easily the French conquered the city, and then how easily the Neapolitan royal family regained respect, if it is really not easy to find such a city in Italy, even Venice, which is famous for its coppery smell, those merchants will burst out with unimaginable enthusiasm and persistence purely for the pursuit of money.

"Sophia," Alexander, who saw Sophia standing by a low wall, looking at the harbor below, afraid that she would remember something bad, walked over and gently put his arm around her shoulder, "It's too windy here, let's go somewhere else." ”

"Ah~" Sophia spread her arms and stretched them out to the sides as much as she could, then pointed downwards and continued the movement.

Alexander paused, and then understood what she meant.

"That's right, this dock is huge," Alexander sighed lightly when he saw that Sophia didn't seem to be in any bad mood, "But Sophia, wouldn't it be better for us to go to the mountains and have fun, and I have something to tell you." ”

Alexander decided to tell Sophia about seeing Nashan, who had not said it because he was worried that too many accidents might irritate Sophia, who had always been emotionally unstable, but now that she seemed to be slowly recovering, Alexander felt that it was time to tell her.

And according to the bohemians, Nathan would probably come to Naples in the near future, and no one knows where he had gone before.

But Sophia didn't seem to be very interested in climbing the mountain, and she had been looking at the busy dock below with great interest, when suddenly she pointed to a road leading to the pier in the distance and let out a rather surprised exclamation.

Alexander followed her gaze and saw a rather large convoy slowly approaching.

As he got closer, a slightly familiar figure sitting in the carriage at the front caught his attention.

Slightly recognized, Alexander recognized it as James Columbus.

The convoy of grain from Agri arrived.

The 50,000 shepher wheat that had been negotiated with James Columbus was not included in Alexander's grain shipments to Naples, so James had to take Alexander's warrant and go to Agri to pick up the goods himself.

For the exchange of 50,000 shephirs for a few stallions and an indistinguishable copy of the Columbus diaries, Alexander made an emotional investment in building mutual trust with Modillo.

However, Modillo's intention to rescue the French made Alexander take a liking.

After the Battle of Foodino, the French army was almost at the end of its power on the Italian peninsula, and even Charles himself threw the army to several of his generals, and then withdrew and returned home not to continue struggling in this muddy pool.

Even the most pessimistic people know that the day when the French will be driven back to their homeland should not be too far off.

Even if they financed the French, they would not be able to make any more waves, so Alexander knew that he was only doing it because of the request from "someone."

However, Alexander did not think that Modillo was the kind of person who would be at the mercy of others in everything, so he was so actively involved in supporting the French, not necessarily without his own purpose.

"Ah~"

Sophia pointed to the convoy and let out another cheerful shout, and Alexander, who had come to understand the meaning of her "ah" sound, which was always high and low, contained various emotions, and followed the direction of her finger to see several general wagons in the convoy that seemed to be full of various goods.

Because of the unquiet journey, grocers are always willing to travel with large protected convoys, and they are also very popular, even in places like Naples, where grocers from exotic lands with all sorts of quirky goods are welcome guests.

"It's a grocer." Alexander smiled slightly, looking at Sophia's eager appearance, he suddenly had a provocative impulse, he deliberately pretended not to care about the general carriages, and then turned around and prepared to leave.

Sophia became impatient, and she grabbed the corner of Alexander's short cloak with all her might, her eyes fixed on the slowly moving wagon, as if she feared that they would disappear at once.

"You're going to see those things?" Alexander asked, nodding his head at Sophia, frowning, then pointing to his cheek.

Sophia immediately kissed him on the cheek, but Alexander was clearly not satisfied, and then it was a second and a third......

Cheeks, foreheads, the tip of the nose, and finally the lips, the two of them gradually forgot why they did it, and instead indulged in the game of taking and giving after a gentle touch.

At some point, Alexander had lifted Sophia's body slightly off the ground, looking at the girl in his arms who was also happy with this game, Alexander couldn't help but feel a thick warmth in his heart.

"Sophia, if I could, I would buy you everything you wanted, as long as you can be happy every day like you are now." Alexander whispered in Sophia's ear, "Remember, when I left Sicily, I told you that one day I would let you go back in a more glorious capacity, and then the Sicilians would surely bow down to you." Sophia, I will fulfill this promise, and one day. ”

Sophia looked at Alexander with a puzzled look, she didn't quite understand what he meant, but just being with Alexander was enough to make her happy.

James had already seen Alexander, but he was smart not to bother the two men.

So he didn't have time to tell Alexander something.

The procession of transporting grain passed slowly and continuously, and the miscellaneous trucks had long since disappeared.

The two men, still immersed in the game, did not notice that one of the carriages had stopped not far from them.

Perhaps it was always nervous and vigilant, or it was purely out of a woman's sensitivity, but it was Sophia who first sensed something unusual.

She turned her head and saw a young girl sitting in a carriage not far away.

With her dazzling blonde hair shining in the sun, and her lake-blue eyes clear and sharp, Sophia could perceive the charm of the girl's long legs wrapped in a thin skirt, even if she was just sitting.

And that's exactly what Sophia doesn't have.

Although according to the women of the tribe, Sophia has a pair of big breasts that can not only raise healthy children, but also satisfy men, which makes her very proud, but looking at the girl who is looking at them, Sophia feels a trace of inexplicable danger in her heart.

Just like a small beast in the woods being wary of predators, Sophia couldn't help but hug Alexander tightly with both hands.

Alexander sensed the change in Sophia, and he immediately turned his head, and then saw Zhisa who was looking at them with a smile on her face.

"It seems that you still know how to be motivated," Shosha said with a smile at Alexander, her lake-blue eyes rolling around the two of them, "at least you learned to keep a mistress so quickly." ”

"Huh?"

Sophia's expression changed, and her gaze quickly flickered between the two.

Looking at his proud sister, and then looking at his wife who was looking for a flying knife on his body, Alexander suddenly had a premonition.

The good old days of putting people in prison, stabbing knives, and chasing and killing by the way are gone.