When Alexander saw Joanna, the situation was no longer as "intense" as when Carlo saw it, but even then, looking at Nashan, who seemed to be the queen of the gypsy as his backbone, he couldn't help but look at his father-in-law with strange eyes for a while.

Speaking of which, Nashan is not very old, a man in his thirties is full of mature charm, and the mysterious and exotic style of being a gypsy will also attract some curious women, and his skillful knife skills and fierce skills are even more impressive, if you stay with him all the year round. It's no wonder that he had an affair with such a dangerous man.

So he was not surprised when he heard that there was some kind of special relationship between Nashan and the Queen of Bohemia.

But now looking at him and Joanna snuggling up to each other, Alexander couldn't help but secretly wonder if his old father-in-law had a good ability, in addition to his good skills, he also ate soft rice part-time.

In addition to the Neapolitan casualties, the attack of the bandits really angered Joanna was the huge loss caused to her by the bandits.

The gangsters seem to have snatched a lot of things even after being defeated by the Agri, except for a lot of precious jewels and bags of Durant and Florin, many things have disappeared, and even when Joanna walked into the bedroom where she had been locked outside, all she saw was a maid who had passed out in a corner of the room, and some of the precious intimate jewelry she had carefully placed in the bedroom cabinet had long since disappeared.

Joanna felt trembling at the sight of the room, and the blow had made her almost insane, especially when she saw the empty chests that had broken the locks and were open, and the queen's face had turned pale.

No one knew that the boxes contained a large sum of money that Groningen had brought her, and now it was gone.

What had happened at the Marino Palace had already alarmed the people in the vicinity, and although the French were a little slow to hear the news, and the whole battle was completely over by the time their belated patrol arrived, the French who led the group were very arrogant.

He first ordered the palace to be surrounded without asking for any reason, and then completely ignored Joanna's call to the outside of the palace to reveal her identity, and then ordered the people inside to disarm and walk out on their own.

When this demand was not met, the French ordered an attack on the Marino Palace.

Carlo immediately took the Agri people back in color, and a dozen muskets poked out of the smashed window, and the black muzzles were aimed at the French soldiers who were about to storm the gates of the Marino Palace in the open space outside the palace gate, and only a dozen tongues of fire would shoot out at the first order.

Joanna was so nervous that she approached Nashan again, she hugged Nashan's arm with both hands, and her not plump chest almost completely buried Nashan's arm in it, which made Carlo really envious and jealous.

Alexander couldn't help but admire the old man's ability, and then he turned his head and looked down from the window on the second floor.

He was not nervous about the French surrounding the palace, even if he saw that the French army had already arrived to reinforce him, he just wanted to see who would jump out of this farce at the end.

Flickering armor flickered from the distant streets, and a troop of cavalry quickly appeared at the corner of the street as the heavy horses' hooves struck the stone floor.

At the head of the group, a knight in black armor rode on an unusually tall horse, and as the horse's huge hooves stepped onto the first steps of the Palais Marino, which stretched into the street, the French soldiers moved out of the way.

The French officer who led the team immediately greeted him.

"Captain, I want to know what's going on here." A deep voice came from behind the black mask, sounding like a murmur from the night.

"My lord, someone has attacked the owner of this house," the officer saluted, his eyes crept upward, as if trying to see through the tight armor, "it is Joanna of Naples who lives here." ”

The black-armored knight stepped off his mount with the assistance of his attendants, his armor-mounted boots on the steps, and as he walked upwards, the armor rattled and rattled, and each of them seemed to knock on the hearts of the soldiers beside him, and they all stepped back to make way for the knight.

"Let the men inside," the knight instructed the officer who was following him, "and tell them who I am." ”

The officer left and bowed in obedience, he climbed the steps, looked at the muzzles of the guns sticking out of the window, licked his lips and shouted: "Listen, in the name of General Henri de Charlon, the French general in Rome, the people inside immediately lay down their arms and come out, the French army has the right to punish anyone who violates the order with the severest punishment." ”

The officer immediately looked nervously at the windows, although he did not believe that the other party would dare to shoot after the French army had arrived, but standing in front of so many black holes in front of the muzzle, even though it was a very cold winter night, sweat still penetrated the lining of his hood.

Under everyone's gaze, the closed doors of Marino Palace finally slowly opened.

Alexander slowly walked out of the gate and stood on the highest steps, looking at the Frenchman below who was wrapped in black armor.

Seeing the black armor on his body, Alexander frowned secretly, he knew that he might have encountered a difficult opponent.

Black can always make people feel oppressive, and the one who left the most legends in history because of black armor should be the black prince of England.

That man used to be a nightmare for the French, in addition to the intimidating black armor, what was even more terrifying was the horrors he had brought to the French.

Because of this, the French tend to have a natural resistance to black armor.

However, the person in front of him was wearing a curse-like black armor without such taboos, and Alexander could feel that this armor seemed to have a strange smell of merging with this person, which made him secretly raise his vigilance.

"Who are you?"

The black-armored knight asked, his voice slow and low, as if it had become a little laborious to speak because of the weight of the armor.

"Gombray of Agri, Kingdom of Naples," Alexander slowly walked down the steps, his sword tucked away in its sheath, and his hands swayed lightly at will, "So, you are the general Henri de Charlon?" ”

"It's me," the knight's eyes, hidden behind his visor, shone faintly in the light of the torches in the hands of the soldiers around him, and he continued to look at Alexander in the light of the fire, "I've heard of you, in the Bruinie Valley, you defeated Viscount Gronobe, didn't you?" ”

Alexander nodded, knowing that the news should have spread in Rome by now.

Although the allied forces surrounded the city of Rome, for some strange reason, the two sides were caught in some kind of strange standoff for a while.

This stalemate, which was neither like a belligerent nor a truce, had been in place for almost two months, during which time the armies on both sides were trying to avoid clashes, as if they were waiting for some news.

So the battles that take place at this time become extraordinarily noticeable.

The scale of the battle in the Bruine Valley was not large, and because it was far from the periphery of the city of Rome, the victory or defeat of the battle did not affect the situation of the confrontation between the two sides, but this unexpected battle obviously affected the minds of many people.

"Agri's Combrai," said the knight in a low voice, "I want you to order your men to come out of this house at once, and I want to take away the gangsters who are still alive, and I want them to know what it will be like to be a thief in a city ruled by the French army. ”

Alexander silently looked at the oppressive knight in front of him, although he didn't know what kind of person this was, but from the awe-inspiring expressions of the French soldiers next to him, it could be seen that this person had brought great pressure to others.

"I'm sorry, I can't do what you ask," Alexander looked at the invisible eyes behind the mask, "In the city of Rome, Her Majesty Queen Joanna should be protected, but what is happening now makes me doubt that the French can protect Your Majesty, as the lord of Agri, now I have the responsibility and obligation to protect Your Majesty's safety, as for those gangsters, their accomplices seem to have robbed the queen of a lot of property, and it is also my responsibility to recover those goods, so I can't agree to your two requests." ”

"I'm not asking you," the knight suddenly took two steps up to the same level as Alexander, and only then did Alexander find that the Frenchman seemed to be taller than him, with a pitch-black armor, and the black feathers that fluttered in the night wind were fluffy, and an oppression came to him, "I command you to make your men lay down their arms, and no one is allowed to have their own arms in the city of Rome except the French army." ”

"Including the Pope?" Alexander had a smile on his face.

"You are not a joke," the knight lowered his head slightly, his cold, densely drilled visor pressed close to Alexander's face, and the faint dull breathing from behind the visor reached Alexander's ears, "Lay down your arms, or I will let my army tear you to shreds." ”

"Then let's see the real thing," Alexander slowly retreated up the steps behind him, "Our people may die here, but don't forget the lesson of Bruyni, we will show you how we defeated your men in Bruini again, and I promise that this lesson will be more memorable than the last." ”

"Stupid Neapolitan," the knight's hand in the metal gloves with sharp shields slowly clenched, and then he slowly raised his arm, "If you are willing to surrender now, I will be merciful to the captives, and you will regret missing this opportunity." ”

"You should call me a Sicilian," Alexander was unmoved, he slowly retreated with his arms slightly outstretched, "I said it would make you appreciate the fiasco of Viscount Gronob again, even if it was the French general in front of me. ”

"He's mad," said Joanna, who was standing in front of the window on the second floor of the Marino Palace, in horror, "is he going to fight the French, and we will all let him die." ”

Joanna said as she looked at Nashan next to her, as if to get a response from him.

To the queen's disappointment, the gypsy did not seem to be paying attention to her or what was happening below, but to the fact that his lips were moving lightly, as if he were talking to himself, as if he were in a state of dispossession.

Joanna didn't know that Nashan was counting how much he had taken advantage of the fire, but after a while, the gypsy finally gave up in disappointment what seemed too difficult for him.

Then the queen heard Nashan whispering to herself, "Maybe it's time to pay for that black boy ......."

Alexander had retreated to the Marino Palace, and he stood at the gate looking at the Frenchman who was slowly rushing up the steps below, and at the same time at the black-armored knight who had been standing there motionless.

"If there are no one yet," Alexander whispered to the Agri musketeers at the windows on either side, "all the fire will be concentrated on that de Charlain as he fires." ”

Carlo was stunned for a moment, then slowly raised the musket.

The Frenchman was almost halfway up the steps, and Henri de Charlen's flat arm was raised slightly upward, almost to the maximum height that the armour could support.

"Are you going to fight?"

Alexander raised his eyebrows slightly, and his hands slowly leaned behind him.

Just now, when he met with Sharron, he had every chance to surprise the black-armored knight with the two muskets hidden behind him.

But he didn't do it, because he was waiting.

The French soldiers were almost over to Charlon, and they were about to hide him in the crowd.

Just then, a horse-drawn carriage appeared on the street in the distance.

The horses galloped, the wheels spun, and the sound of the coachman shaking the whip could be heard far away.

"In the name of the Supreme Messenger of Jesus Christ's presence on earth, with the power that God has given to the Bishop of Rome, stop fighting!"

A shout rang out from the side of the carriage, a small group of cavalrymen in armor and cloaks embroidered with crosses on their shoulders.

"The Guards of the Holy See." The previous French officer shouted.

De Charlen slowly turned and looked in the direction of the carriage, no one knowing what the expression on his face behind the black armor was.

The carriage stopped in front of the Marino Palace, and the priest who had greeted Joanna at the Palace of Cardinal Monteiro hurried out of the carriage.

He passed through the French soldiers huddled on the steps and came to de Charlon.

"General, the queen of Naples is here, any attempt to infringe on the dignity of the queen is unforgivable, and God will punish sinners who offend the royal family."

"Honorable priest, I think you have forgotten that the city of Rome is now under the rule of the French army." de Charlaine said in a deep voice.

"General, I think you have forgotten that the true ruler of Rome is the supreme pope on earth, and I have brought a direct order from the Pope," said the priest, who stretched out his arms in front of Charron and declared loudly, "In the name of the Pope, I command you to immediately cease your offense against Joanna of Naples, otherwise it will be considered an apostasy!" ”