The Cosenza family is one of the oldest families in the Kingdom of Naples.

This antiquity can be traced not only to the Anjou rule in France or the unified Kingdom of Sicily, but even further to the reign of the Eastern Romans.

Because of this, although so many years have passed, and the change of dynasty in Sicily has long been a matter of fact, the Cosenza family has always stood tall.

Even in many cases, even the Modillo family, which has an equally long history and is more influential, has to pay enough respect and attention to the Cosenza family.

From the day he came to Naples, Alexander knew that there would always be a day when he met the Modillo family, but he never thought that the first meeting with the Count of Mordillo would be to draw his sword, let alone meet the count's sister, who is said to have become the Countess of Cosenza, who was holding a knife and preparing to kill people.

Of course, Alexander would not really kill the prince who was in a cold sweat in front of him, in fact, he was somewhat embarrassed, and was wondering how to end it, but he didn't expect that the original Giorgio Anne Mordillo, which is now the Countess of Giorgio Anne Cosenza, suddenly appeared.

When inquiring about George Anne, Alexander had heard that she had a daughter with the Count of Cosenza, but he never thought that meeting this "sister" would actually involve a knife and a gun.

This even made Alexander wonder if he was in conflict with the Mordillo family, otherwise why would he have to use a knife and a gun first every time he saw this family.

Alexander slowly withdrew his sword, and only then did he feel the pain in his palm, and seeing two deep scars on his upper hand, he tore the hem of his shirt with all his might, biting the corner and wrapping around the wound.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, for your kindness."

Prince Alfred, who had been forced to kneel before because of the twisting of the sword, slowly stood up, his chest was rising and falling, his eyes flashed with pain, he obviously felt that the fiasco in front of the woman he loved had made him lose face, and when he turned his head to see the girl next to him shining in the golden light, looking at the two of them with a rather interested look, the prince's face turned even redder.

"I am defeated by your hands, I will follow the rules of the duel, and since you do not bother to take my life, then please put forward your terms," said Alfred, raising his chin and changing his tone to pride, "There is nothing that cannot be done by the people of the House of Aragon." ”

Looking at the prince, who still had a trail of blood on his face that had not been wiped away, Alexander shook his head, and after glancing at the countess with deep meaning, he suddenly shook it vigorously, and the remaining blood beads on the saber in his hand splashed on the marble floor, making a long mark.

"Forgive me for my presumptuousness, I didn't know she was your daughter," Alexander ignored the prince, who was still waiting for his answer, and bowed to George Anne, "If I knew it was so, I wouldn't ...... it anyway"

No, Alexander didn't say, but looked up at the Countess again, and then looked at the girl named Tsusha, who was next to him and her mother, who looked rather cool, with strange eyes, and then turned to walk the way he came.

"Who are you, young man?"

The Countess looked at the strange young man, and she could feel that the young man looked at her strangely, as if he was exploring something.

On the contrary, looking at his daughter's gaze, he was more just curious.

"Alexander," Alexander paused to look back at the mother and daughter, "Alexandre Juliant Cambrai, messenger from Sicily," he paused at this point, and continued, "but sometimes people call me George. ”

After speaking, his eyes quickly swept over the countess's face, who couldn't help but show a strange look at the name, and turned away without stopping.

Is this the beginning?

The moment he turned around, Alexander's heart was beating, and he knew that with this step, he would never be able to take it back.

"Prepare for battle!"

Whispering to himself again, Alexander's steps grew steady.

Behind him, Miss Josa Cosenza looked at her mother strangely, noticing the strangeness on her mother's face as the man said her name, and then she turned her head to look at the back of the Sicilian messenger who had gone away.

"Countess, allow me to take my leave," said Prince Alfred, his face unsightly, his chest still rising and falling with excitement, "I was arrogant enough to think that I could be your daughter's protector, and now I must admit that I am not qualified to do so." So allow me to retire, but I will soon prove that I am the most qualified knight of the Josa. ”

After speaking, the prince bowed deeply, turned around and left.

The Countess did not stop her, but bowed slightly, and it was not until the prince was far away that she frowned slightly and asked her daughter:

"What the hell is going on?"

"No mother, don't worry," the blonde girl laughed, she looked at the end of the corridor, and then at the back of the prince who was about to disappear behind the bushes, and took her mother's hand and put it to her lips and kissed it gently, "Don't worry, I was just playing a game, but I didn't expect it to be so funny." ”

"It's not a fun game to let two young men duel," said the Countess solemnly, "you must know that men are fierce horses with a violent temperament, and even if you don't spur them, they will compete on their own, not to mention that you are stirring up disputes." Watch out for my daughter, if you don't handle it well, they'll take you off your horse. ”

"In that case, I'm going to tighten the reins, Mom." The girl said, pulling her hair back from her head, "I wish there would be a fierce horse that I want to tame one day, but unfortunately I haven't seen anything that interests me so far." ”

"Jisha," the countess shook her head helplessly and wanted to reprimand, but seeing her daughter always smiling, the sternness on her face slowly disappeared, "You are my favorite child, and we will give you everything we can, so you just have to wait for the person who is destined to appear." Remember never to try to do what you can't do, and don't try to get close to people you shouldn't, or you'll find yourself facing a lot of trouble. ”

"So Mom, is Alfred the one I'm waiting for, but how do I know he's," Shosha looked at her mother with transparent blue eyes, "So Mom, let me enjoy this kind of time when I can choose my own fierce horse, because this kind of good time is too short after all, isn't it?" ”

Seeing her daughter's smiling appearance, the countess stopped talking, she didn't know how to persuade her, and even her daughter's words in a trance touched the throbbing in her heart that had been silent for many years.

"I just hope you're happy."

"I'll be happy," the girl swayed her dazzling blonde hair in the sun, "because I knew what I was looking for." ”

When Alexander returned to the vestibule, he happened to enter the door with the fourth main course that was to be served today.

The so-called fourth main course is the fourth part of the whole feast.

Unlike any banquet he remembers, the same trend in Naples, or as elsewhere at the moment, divides a grand banquet into several different parts.

Not only do people eat and drink at this long banquet, but there are also various performances and competitions.

The clowns would keep turning their heads around each table and telling all sorts of sarcastic jokes, and some of the poets, who didn't know if they were poets or singers, would read long and crappy poems that their rhymes and rhymes were all out of order.

As for the Count of Mordillo just now, he suddenly drew his sword and slashed at it in a hurry, or simply jumped on a war horse with his helmet and armor on his armor, it was also commonplace.

Therefore, for many wealthy and bold hosts, the length of a banquet does not depend on how long he wants to hold it, but how many ingredients he can find.

The fourth main course is a large yellowfin fish, which is served on a large silver plate and is immediately praised by the guests for their generousness.

"What a feast like this," said a short guest sitting next to Alexander, standing up with his glass in his glass, and applauding his host, "it is so rare now, and everyone seems to have become petty and grumpy, as I remember when I had only seen it in the lavish Lorenzo, and it was in Florence." ”

"The Medici are now in decline, aren't they?" The other man also stood up with a wine glass, his clothes were simple, he looked out of place with the person next to him, and his accent sounded a little different from the others, and the person across the table looked at the short man with a stern expression, "That family may have been glorious, but who will remember them now, Cosimo, Giovanni, and even Lorenzo who died just a few years ago is a thing of the past." ”

"But those people are still great, aren't they?" The short man craned his neck and stared at each other, "They are the ones who make Florence prosperous, but the Florentines are just ungrateful." ”

"But they are tyrants, and they have bought power with brutality to the people, and then the whole family is attached to this power until it is completely rotten, so that the Medici family will be overthrown by the real leaders and people of Florence."

"Are you singing a hymn to that man?" When he said "that man", the short man's voice suddenly became heavier, and he stared at the other with sarcastic eyes: "I can hear that your accent betrays you Florentine, so you are a supporter of that person, so why do you still appear at such a lavish and depraved banquet, isn't this what the person you follow has always opposed?" ”

As soon as he said this, there was a wave of boos all around, and people began to wave at the Florentine, as if booing one person off the stage, and more people slapped the table at the short man, apparently encouraging him to continue playing.

The man known as the Florentine man had anger on his face as he walked around the table with his glass and into the open space in the middle.

"Since there are people who question me and those I respect, then let me explain." The Florentine shouted to the people around him who were watching the show.

He first raised his glass, and as he slowly turned his wrist, the wine in the glass fell to the ground, and it was only then that people noticed that he was drinking water.

"This is a banquet for the Venerable Lord Modillo, a feast for the generous Count of Naples, and as a follower of a man who believes that poverty and piety are the truth, I should not have come here, because it is a different ideal from my own ideals, but I must come here even though I know that it will cause me to be confused about God, because I have a great mission entrusted by my leader."

As soon as he said this, the voice of the banquet, which was originally full of ridicule, immediately died down and fell silent.

Everyone looked at the Florentine man in surprise and wondered what he meant.

After all, this man who claims to have a mission represents a strange person who is too peculiar for everyone.

All eyes were on Salen Modillo, Count of Naples, and even the short man stopped arguing with the Florentines and looked at the count.

Modillo, who had been leaning back in his chair casually, slowly sat up straight, his hand playing with a silver knife that cut flesh, and after looking at the messenger and muttering for a while, the count waved his hand: "Tell me what you mean, I want to know what news you have brought me." ”

"Friendship," exclaimed the Florentine man, "the full power of Florence has brought me his friendship to you. ”

Exclamations rang out from all around.

"Friendship?" Mordillo laughed, he gently shaved his nails with a silver knife, and then suddenly said to Alexander, who was sitting next to the short man, "This man has brought me friendship, so what young man have you brought me?" ”

The Count's words turned everyone's eyes to Alexander, and even the Florentines turned to him in surprise.

Alexander stood up slowly, and instead of answering the Count's question, he looked curiously at the Florentines who stood in the middle of the hall and looked completely out of place around them.

This man is so simple, so simple that he is like an ascetic.

Even Alexander seemed to be wearing too extravagant clothes compared to him.

Looking at this man's style and pondering his origins, Alexander couldn't help but think of one of the strangest and most controversial people of the moment.

He is very religious, but not merciful.

He admired nature, but hated art.

He loves his country, but he colludes with foreign enemies.

This man is now ruling the legendary city of Florence.

His name was Savonarola.