Alexander really didn't know who the Gundoza of Wallash was, and if it weren't for the fact that this tall Aragonese nobleman didn't seem to be easy to mess with, he would have wanted to get this guy out of the house.

It was only the thought that this man was not only physically strong, but more importantly, that he was also Aragorn's plenipotentiary envoy in Naples, that Alexander had to wait patiently for the Valash nobleman to vent before he properly expressed his comfort for the loss of his relatives.

"Gomez is dead, he's really dead," Gondosa didn't seem to fully recover from the bad news, until after holding his head and crying for the second time, he suddenly raised his head and stared at Alexander with vicious eyes, "Who is it, who killed my brothers, I'm going to kill them!" Those people probably thought that the Valash family was only stupid like Gomez, and they didn't know that there was a Gundoza, and that I was going to avenge my brother. ”

"This may be a little difficult," Alexander said as he thought to himself, of course he would not be deceived by Gondosa's seemingly reckless appearance, just think that he could be sent by Ferdinand II as the plenipotentiary envoy in Naples, and he would think that this man was by no means as rude as he looked, so he felt that he should be careful, "The palace minister was unfortunately killed in a riot, and although the noble council ordered many people to be arrested, and they were duly punished, the real murderer was never determined, However, it is certain that it was a conspiracy orchestrated by the French. ”

"French, I knew those guys wouldn't throw in the towel so easily."

Gondosa clenched his fists angrily and opened them slowly, and after repeating this several times, he began to stare at Alexander, and now there was no trace of sadness on his face, but Alexander felt that there was some shrewdness and cunning hidden under his rough exterior.

"And what are you talking about about this noble council," Gondosa asked and quickly waved his hand, "Wait a minute, what about my brother's wife, what about that woman in Torrea, is she so happy that I laughed for days on end because of my death in Gomez?" ”

Gondosa said without waiting for Alexander's answer and slapped the bed board hard and made a loud "thump": "I knew that was the case, Gomez should not have married that woman in the first place, how could Torrea have a good woman, now it's okay, he will be happy when that woman dies." ”

"I beg your pardon for being too rude to Mrs. Gong Xiang with these words," Alexander looked at Gondosa with a cold expression, although he didn't know what the contradiction was between this person and Madame Gong Xiang, but as a Sicilian envoy, he couldn't let the other party say this anyway, although he couldn't see that Madame Palace Minister had too much sadness about her husband's death" Please pay attention to your own words, as a Sicilian envoy, I don't think it is appropriate for you to say so. ”

"Isn't it appropriate?" Gondosa muttered a sneer, "If you really think so, it's only because you don't know that woman, okay, I'll go to Sicily to find out about Gomez myself, now tell me what this noble council you are, is it possible that after my brother was killed, the Sicilians will take care of their own affairs?" ”

Alexander secretly disagreed, although this seemingly vulgar person just said it casually, but his question just hit the idea in the hearts of the Sicilian nobles, if it was a coincidence, it would be too coincidental, but if it was only from the news he had just heard to guess the thoughts of those people in Sicily, Alexander really couldn't help but admire this person.

"The council is only used to maintain the situation until the king sends a new minister, and the loyalty of the Sicilians to the king is beyond doubt."

Alexander felt the need to emphasize this, after all, his status as a Sicilian envoy did not come from the court, and if he did not have the approval of the man in front of him, then his situation in Naples would inevitably become much more awkward.

This status may not be important, but if Alexander wants to stay in Naples and gain a foothold, then the status of the Sicilian emissary is a useful talisman.

Gondosa did not seem to hear Alexander's words, and began to walk around the room with a frown, and when something stood in his way, he threw it away, as he had done to the hapless Ulliu.

"So what are you here for?" Gundosa suddenly paused and asked, "The council sent you to tell the news?" After asking this, he shook his head and denied the speculation: "No, no, the Sicilians would not be so stupid, it would be much faster for them to send someone directly to Zaragoza to report the news, and besides, would they be willing to let the Aragonese know what was going on in Sicily so early, if that would be strange." And isn't it already strange that there is a hairless child with a hairless mouth. Well, it's probably impossible to get something out of his mouth. After talking to himself, Gundosa looked at Alexander with some confusion, "Then what are you here for?" ”

"In fact, it was an invitation from the Count of Mordillo to re-establish a new treaty between the two Sicilies for the chaos on the border caused by the previous French invasion." Alexander answered truthfully, but his heart was already churning.

This man seemed to be talking nonsense to himself, but in fact it made Alexander only now really begin to understand the real reason why he had been chosen as an emissary.

Before, he had only guessed that Camus had decided to send him away from Sicily in order to dismantle an opponent who might pose a threat to the Council, but now that he had listened to Gondoza's words, he realized that perhaps Camus had chosen him for some other reason.

As Gondosa had said, not only could he not provide any useful information in his capacity, but above all, because of the softness of his people in Sicily, it was useless for even the Aragonese magnates in Naples to ask him for any promises.

At that time, the noble council can completely overthrow the death and refuse to admit it on the grounds that "this person has no right to promise anything on behalf of Sicily", which can completely avoid the possibility that the Aragonese nobles will want to take the opportunity to enter Sicily and compete for power.

Even Alexander felt that even negotiations with Modillo might not lead to anything, and how could the Sicilians casually accept a contract signed by him.

"You're going to sign a new contract?"

Sure enough, Gondosa looked at Alexander as if he were listening to a joke, and then pursed his lips and let out a series of playful "tsks".

"The Sicilians are really slippery," said Gondosa, who seemed to be in a mood that suddenly improved, and he patted the bed next to him and motioned for Alexander to sit down, "Tell me what is going on in this council, maybe I know some of them." ”

Alexander began to tell Gondosa about the Council of Nobles, and when he said that the Council had elected Camus as one of the three consuls, Gondosa let out a "ha" as if to say, "That's so."

And when he said that the council had decided to invite the palace minister's wife to participate in the deliberations, Gondo's beard shook as if it had been cocked, and then he let out a slightly lower "ha".

"I know that Camus, an old fellow who is so old that he has only bones left, and is slipperier than a fish," Gondosa looked at Alexander with a slightly pitiful eye, "young man, I am sure that you have been tricked, you are worthless as a messenger, I don't know why they sent you, but you will not achieve anything in Naples, and soon others will know that you will not gain anything by negotiating with you, and then you will be bad." ”

After saying that, he shook his head and stood up and still hurried towards the door, but when he walked outside the door, his stiff shoulders suddenly collapsed.

Although this action was small, it happened to be seen by Alexander, who followed him to the door.

It's just that when he turned around again, he showed the same arrogant look as before.

"There's no use staying here, listen to my advice and hurry back to Sicily," said Gondosa, then ignoring Alexander, turning and walking towards the staircase.

Alexander silently watched as Gondosa's figure disappeared downstairs, and then slowly turned back to the room under Ulliu's slightly sad comments.

"Master, are we really going back to Sicily?"

Ulius hesitated for a moment before he asked Alexander, who was lying on the bed looking at the purlin overhead, thinking that his master must be upset at this time.

"Who said we were going back to Sicily?" Alexander turned his head to look at Ulliu, and then sat up with a sudden force under the surprised gaze of the Moores, "We'll stay in Naples." Trust me, things may change soon. ”

Ulius looked at Alexander with a little worry, and after making sure he was serious, the Moors went over and picked up the dusty boots on the ground, which he was going to take care of in the evening.

Alexander lay down again and looked at the roof, thinking about what Gundosa had said, and he knew that the man was not wrong.

No one wants to negotiate with an emissary who has no decision, and that will only delay time.

If he really was just a messenger, he would have either been dejected and inquired about the possibility of returning to Sicily, or had run downstairs to borrow wine to kill his sorrows in humiliation and anger.

But this did not suit Alexander.

For Alexander, leaving Sicily was the beginning of a real step, and he didn't feel that Gundosa was telling the truth.

At least Gondosa actually had some expectations of him as a messenger at first.

He could see that Gondozar had hoped for his arrival, otherwise he would not have taken the initiative to visit the tavern.

Therefore, after understanding Alexander's departure, although well disguised, the Aragonese nobleman still vaguely showed a faint disappointment.

Even his sadness at Gomez's death must have something to do with the disappointment.

After the French invaded Naples, Ferdinand II was very helpful in restoring the royal family of Naples, which made Ferdinand of Naples grateful to his distant cousin, and gave almost all of his gifts to Aragon, and the Aragonese was honored as a guest of honor in Naples.

It is somewhat unreasonable for such a popular figure in Naplea to suddenly visit the Sicilian envoy.

It is clear that Gundosa came here with a plan.

As for what the Ragon nobleman wanted from him, Alexander could not have guessed.

Obviously, Gondosa did not know what the Sicilian envoy was like until he met him, although after meeting him, he was somewhat contemptuous because of his youth, and Alexander thought it was only a deliberate disguise.

It is clear that Gondozar seems to want help from the Sicilians, but he does not want to lose his identity.

What is it that makes this big man so embarrassed?

Of course, Alexander knew that with his current strength, he would definitely not be able to help that, and even if he had the ability, he would not be obliged, but if he could know what was bothering Gondosa, perhaps he would be more sure of the situation in Naples.

Two groups of visitors came in a row, but both of them were willing to visit for some reason or another, and the really hot big people like Frederick and Modiglo seemed to have heard nothing of his arrival.

Alexander didn't believe that those two people could be so ill-informed, and then there could only be one reason, and they didn't take his arrival seriously at all.

"Looks like it's going to take some movement."

As he pondered what to do next, Alexander had a plan when he saw Ulliu, who walked in with his wiped boots.

"Uliu, call that Brother Mahimo tomorrow, and let's go shopping."