Some describe Malaga as a "city in the sun", with sunny weather for most of the year, and the city is always blue and sunny.

Surrounded by mountains, waterways, and beautiful scenery, Malaga is like a spoiled child, always showing its loveliest side.

Like many places in Iberia, Malaga has experienced both Gothic rule and Moorish conquest, and different styles of architecture can be seen everywhere in this small city, perhaps influenced by Moorish culture for too long.

There was a beautiful stretch of coast near Malaga, where wealthy local people built their villas, and soon that coast became the backyard of the powerful.

But now, the Sunshine Coast, which should have been very lively, seems to be very depressed, and the doors and windows of every house are closed, and even people in their yards are secretly watching out and afraid to go out of the gate.

With the exception of some nobles, many Málagans did not participate in the rebellion led by Don Bavi, and Málagans preferred to take advantage of the opportunity to make more money than the rebellion.

Strategically located at the crossroads of the Mediterranean Sea to the Atlantic Ocean, Malaga is an excellent port for sailing, whether it is entering the ocean or the Mediterranean, or heading to the African continent, Malaga.

So here is one of the largest shipyards in the Iberian Peninsula today, and at the same time one of the most prestigious shipbuilding bases in all of Europe.

"It's such a great place."

When she said this to the people around her, she looked like a squirrel who had stolen delicious nuts, and she smiled at the large dry dock in the distance, where several large ships were being built, apparently for ocean travel, and she felt that these large ships could really get her to places she had never been in her life, compared to the sea ships that had just landed in Sicilian.

The sudden landing of Sicilian troops in Malaga surprised everyone.

And they were able to enter the city so smoothly because of the current rather delicate situation.

The people of Málaga were both frightened and intrigued by the sudden arrival of a foreign army that disturbed their lives, and they had heard that it was led by a queen, and that the locals were more well-informed than the inland because of the easy access to transportation.

So they knew that the queen was not very old, and that she was still very beautiful, and that was what made the people of Málaga really curious, that the queen was said to be as wise and brave as Isabella.

It is even rumored that the queen once went to the battlefield to command the battle, and then she beat the arrogant king of France all over the ground.

Such a queen is of course curious and longing, but she is the monarch of Sicily, which is really dangerous for the people of Málaga.

They feared that the army might wreak havoc in Málaga, and some of the older people still remember what the Reconquista men who had supposedly come to liberate them did in Málaga, a more barbaric act than the Moors, many of whom had suffered at the time of the liberators, and who still remember it vividly.

Previously, the war between Sicily and Aragon was too far away for the Malagans, and they could not think of anything to do with it except for after-dinner conversations.

But now the Sicilian army suddenly appeared in Málaga, and because many local nobles were involved in the Andalusian rebellion, and most of the army had been taken by them, Málaga surrendered without even a symbolic resistance.

In fact, even if the army did not leave, when they saw the Sicilians, the Málaga thought that perhaps it would be better for them to be absent, because at least then there would be no unnecessary casualties due to stupid resistance.

The people of Málaga had never seen an army with so many artillery, and of course the cannons were not very large, and even at first they were a little funny because they looked so cute.

The cannons, which were loaded on two-wheeled gun wagons, were carried down from the ships by donkeys or mules, and the Sicilians unceremoniously announced that they were requisitioning more livestock for transporting supplies, and that horses, donkeys, mules and even cattle were unceremoniously taken from one household to another, which of course caused some conflict, but after taking some necessary measures, the Malagans were soon wisely silent.

Jisha doesn't mind that her wiring is a little rude, although this will be her brother's kingdom in the future, but at least for now they are just simple occupiers, Renzheng is a very useless thing now, and naturally has its own more unique rules in times of war.

The glittering beaches of the Sunshine Coast were so clean and crisp that Jossa even wanted to take off her shoes and walk on them, she remembered that Alexandre loved to watch her walk barefoot on the smooth marble floor in Naples, but now she didn't have that much time to enjoy it.

"Your Majesty, we have counted the dry docks," said a clerk of the army, who hurried behind the queen with a record in his hand, "four ships are being built there, and there are at least two more materials to be built, two of which are nearing completion, and the other two are ready to be laid, and we have counted the sailors' guild in Malaga and found a working group of sailors from there." ”

"These are windfalls, we must protect those purities and supplies, and as for the sailors, they will be treated as our trophies."

Josha nodded happily, she knew that Alexander had an almost stubborn fascination with the sea, and that fascination sometimes made Josa even a little worried, she was afraid that one day he would turn away from him because he couldn't resist the temptation, after all, every time he mentioned the sea, it seemed as if something kept calling to him under the distant horizon.

This feeling was sometimes really bad, and it made Zha feel that although she always thought that she was the one who knew her brother best, she had failed in Alexander's mind in terms of her fascination with the sea and her love for her.

However, it is precisely because of this persistence that Zhisa can't help but have endless reverie about the new world described by Alexander.

Alexander's description of the New World is clearer and more real than what others can only induce their curiosity, and she believes that her brother's stories that sound too magical are true, not because of her fascination with Alexander, but because she can sense something more real in those stories.

Jossa didn't know how Alexander knew about these things, but she wisely didn't ask.

When he sketched out the blueprint for the Free Trade Alliance, the ideas that sounded like a castle in the air were actually more illusory, but Jisha was keenly aware of the possibilities and steps that could be actually implemented and realized, and it was precisely because of this that she almost did everything she could to support Alexander step by step to turn that dream into the reality it is today.

Now, with the power of the Trade Alliance, an expedition that could change the landscape of Europe and all known worlds seems to be more real.

"Those Andalusian nobles will probably come to us soon, so be prepared." In her palm-lined room at the Municipal Palace of Malaga, which had long served as the residence of the Moorish magistrates, the rich exotic style was incomparable to even that of Naples and Sicily, which had the same history.

The patchwork of domes of round arches looks like an upside-down cauldron, the upward arc is always a bit dizzying, and the intricate and ornate paintings made of countless unusually colorful mosaics also make the whole house look very different.

"Your Majesty, our army is ready, and although it is a little hasty, I believe that we can still deal with those Castilians."

An officer replied with pride, and after following the queen from Bucharest to Central Italy and then to Sicily, and seeing the queen in battle, the Neapolitan officers developed a heartfelt trust in their sovereign, their commander, and the army under her command, and they believed that as long as the queen stood behind them, there was no enemy that could not be defeated.

"No, General, it would be too dangerous if you thought so," Josa reminded the officer solemnly, "Maybe those Andalusians are not to be feared, but Gonzalo Córdoba is not easy to deal with, pride can make your soldiers care more about honor, but pride can make you fall big in Iberia." ”

The Queen's criticism made the officer's face redden, and by this time Tsusha's eyes had already turned elsewhere.

Not far from him, a restless man stood.

The Governor of Malaga was a small old man with all his hair gone.

He has a pair of eyes that are also small but always shining, and when talking to others, he always likes to stare at the other person's face as much as possible without blinking, until the subtle changes in the other person's face can see through the other person's thoughts, or make the other person choose to withdraw because of the discomfort of such staring.

The Sicilians appeared very suddenly, without warning, as if they had come out of the sea, and then one of their troops landed quickly on a coast not far from the city, and then took possession of several key roads leading to the city with great speed.

Next, the local city guards, who were completely unprepared to rush to the port, were hit by the Sicilian army, which they later learned to be called grenadiers, on the way.

The city defenders were routed at an astonishing pace, and they hurried back into the city, shouting "The Moors are coming" everywhere, and after almost half the city had been alarmed, Malaga's knowledge of the invasion was actually the Sicilians.

By that time, however, everything was a foregone conclusion, and the port of Málaga, which had been cut off from reinforcements, fell almost instantly and unsuspectingly, and when the administrator and his officials prepared to negotiate with the enemy, they found that their only choice in the face of the steady stream of Sicilian troops was to surrender as much as possible to save face.

The Sicilians were not brutal to Malaga, at least compared to the undisciplined, brutal mercenaries, the Sicilian army was proud of its performance.

Even so, there were a few very unpleasant accidents, and as some people were hanged in the open space outside the administrative palace, the people of Málaga became much more submissive.

To the surprise of the administrator, the Queen of Sicily seemed to be interested in the ruffians of the Sailors' Guild, and she sent a large number of sailors from the taverns and inns where the sailors were gathered, and ordered the confiscation of all ships in the dockyard.

It wasn't until all this was done that she seemed to remember that she should collect food and military expenses from the local area.

Málaga was undoubtedly wealthy, and for many years as a choke point in and out of the Mediterranean, the locals had amassed enough wealth to make life comfortable for everyone in the city, but now that it had become the spoils of the Sicilian army, the people of Málaga began to feel more pain than ever.

To the annoyance of the Malagans, the Sicilian army did not seem to have any intention of leaving, at least not soon, so the magistrate had to wait carefully on the foreign troops while quietly sending a message to the coalition forces in Seville.

It was only that soon the magistrate was brought to the queen by the Sicilian soldiers, who was so beautiful and unreal, and looked at her blonde hair, which seemed to be forever in the sun, exuding dazzling light, but the magistrate's heart was cool.

He could guess that his secret acquaintance with the Andalusian nobility had been revealed, and imagining the possible torture, the magistrate began to worry about himself.

Shosha was still looking at the furnishings of the house, until she seemed tired of looking at it, and then her eyes fell on the administrator.

"I've heard you're close to some people in Seville, right?"

The already nervous magistrate was even more nervous by his question, and he thought about how to explain himself, but for the first time he began to hate the queen's gaze, which he had begun to hate for having the ability to guess people's hearts.

The Queen's eyes were clear and thorough, and her expression was even more serious and focused, but because of this, the administrator saw undisguised resoluteness in the Queen's expression.

This made him not doubt in the slightest, that as soon as his collusion with the nobles of Seville was established, the mesmerizing-looking queen would immediately order him to be hanged on the vacant pillar outside.

"Your Majesty, I think I can explain ......"

As soon as the administrator's argument was interrupted, he motioned for his entourage to bring a letter to the administrator, and looked at his face, which had turned a little pale, and let out a soft laugh.

"You should let your people be careful."

Looking at the secret letter that fell from the queen's hand and fell to the ground, the administrator's body trembled slightly.

He awaited the judgment of him with great fear, and by this time the beautiful young queen in front of him had become a terrible angel of hell in his eyes, and her smiling appearance seemed to have become a nightmare at this time.

"You're going to be hanged," said Tsusha in a calm tone, her expression completely unaware of what was going to happen after she said it, and she shook her head lightly at the sight of the magistrate's body shuddering, "You should have learned to be smarter." ”

"I am the administrator of Castile, and I swear allegiance to ......"

The administrator's voice trembled and he muttered to himself, he wanted to repeat the oath he had made, so that he might find some courage for himself, but then he paused, a dazed look in his eyes.

"Tell me, who do you swear allegiance to?" Jisha looked at the little old man in front of her with a smile, "Do you mean to say allegiance to Don Bavi or Ferdinand?" ”

"My allegiance is to Queen Juana of Castile!" The magistrate, who had forgotten his fear with anger and humiliation, whispered to him like an accusator, "Your Majesty, you can have me hanged in the square outside, haven't your soldiers already done it, but please never forget that you are in Castilian land, perhaps the nobles of Andalusia will be enemies of Ferdinand, but they will give up their grudges to protect Castile, I believe that they are truly noble nobles who know how not to tarnish their reputation." ”

Qi Sha listened silently, she admired this person a little at this time.

The man may have been a slick bureaucrat, but he clearly had a loyal heart.

It's just that this kind of loyalty is so out of place in this day and age.

Motioning for the soldiers to take the magistrate down, she did not give the order to execute him immediately, but watched with amusement as he disappeared into the doorway.

Then she took another letter from her attendant and opened it to read it.

"Your Majesty, it is a great honour to know that you are here in Castile, and the close relationship with your brother, the Duke of Rome, makes me think that perhaps we too can establish a sincere friendship, and on the occasion of my imminent marriage to Princess Alft of Castile, your presence is proof that it is God's arrangement, so I cordially invite you to our wedding, which is the warmest invitation extended to you as a man who is about to be happy, and I hope that you will not refuse... …”

Looking at the letter, which looked neither like a diplomatic document nor a wedding invitation, Tsusha let out a soft smile.

She walked to the window and looked out at the Covones River, which flowed not far away, and looked in the direction of the river upstream, then turned back to the waiting retinue and said: "Pass my order, the grenadier regiment and the 1st and 2nd Cosencha regiments will set up a defensive line on the east bank of the Covones River, and tell all our soldiers that from now on the Kingdom of Sicily will join the war in Castile. ”