On a large table were piles of books, registers, and all sorts of paperwork that had been kept on the farm for many years.

She sat at the table and looked at the papers one by one, sometimes picking up other documents and comparing them with each other, sometimes recalculating some numbers.

Candles have been lit on the table, and the flickering lights cast the figure of Jisha on the wall, and the figure swayed slightly with the evening breeze blowing in from the window, and the undulating curves were like the soft willows by the river.

It's a midsummer night that's not very hot, but it's still exciting, and the smoky wind blows comfortably, but you can also get restless because of the warmth of the wind.

When Alexander walked into the room, he saw such a beautiful view.

A beautiful girl in a peasant girl's linen dress, two braids tied together at the back of her head completely tied the thick gold head from the roots of her hair, her long hair hanging down to cover her entire back, her left elbow propped up on the table, her left hand against her chin, as if she was struggling to solve some problem, and a quill pen in her right hand kept writing on the paper, making a rustling sound.

The light shone on the side of her face, and the half-light and shadow set off the outline of her face more clearly and distinctly, and when she frowned slightly at a problem, it seemed that the whole room had dimmed with her bad mood, and when she finally solved the problem, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly, and she showed an intoxicating smile, and for a moment everything seemed to be beautiful.

Alexander leaned against the door frame to look closely at this picture-like landscape, and he believed that if the scene of this time were seen by the great painters of today, they would surely freeze this beautiful moment in their paintings, and in this era there may be a shortage of food, but there is no shortage of artists who are willing to find inspiration and describe beauty.

They can make the image of Tsusha pass on to the world, and even become an idol for countless people for many years to come, just like the famous Lisa Jogundo, whose deeds have long been forgotten, but the image painted on canvas by da Vinci's magical hands has become the most valuable and difficult to pursue "woman" in the minds of countless collectors.

Just thinking of this, Alexander suddenly felt that there should not be such a portrait, he didn't want to share the beauty of this moment with others, let alone let others see this beauty, he only wanted this kind of Jisha to belong to his own "private collection".

"Looks like I'm going to have to learn how to draw on my own." Alexander whispered to himself with self-deprecation.

His slight noise caught the attention of Josha, and the girl who was originally immersed in her work looked up unhappily because she was disturbed, and saw that it was Alexander, and her originally frowning brow slowly relaxed: "I thought it was Bellery or a maid." ”

A maid was assigned to serve her at the farm, and it happened that this maid was the wife of the hunter Carlo on the farm.

"Bolery should still be patrolling the farm." Alexander shook his head a little helplessly, although the conflict between Boleary and the Bohemians had subsided during the previous day, the hostility between the two sides had not diminished in the slightest, although Josha immediately announced that he would pay the Bohemians to appease the mercenaries by taking advantage of this incident, but the matter did not subside like this.

Seemingly unhappy with Shosha's decision, Boleri declined the invitation to have his first dinner at the farm under the pretext of visiting the farm, and instead began to wander around with the two elderly villagers.

Originally, Carlo should be the best at this kind of thing, as a hunter, Carlo knows almost everything in the vicinity, but when Jisha announces that Carlo can get a piece of the field that Alexander promised him before, Boleri doesn't even want to see Carlo's face.

In fact, not only Caro, but also the villagers who had participated in the defense of the farm before were given the promised fields, although they suffered a lot after being caught, and even two of them were ordered by the tax collector to be hanged on the frame at the gate of the farm, but their families still got the promised land, and even the wives and children of the two poor people kissed her hands to show their gratitude.

All of this made Josa quickly win the support of everyone on the farm, and some villagers were already chanting "Long live Miss Countess", which was obviously different from what others had called her "Miss Count" before.

Even the Bohemians thought the young lady to be a generous man, and the rich reward for their long journey made them so satisfied that they rode their horses and ran about the farm with cheers.

Alexander walked over to the table and looked at the papers on the table with all kinds of handwriting, and he tilted his head to look at Josha.

Coincidentally, at this time, Jisha was also looking up at him, and under the light, the bridge of her straight nose reflected a slight shadow on the other cheek, and her facial features looked more vivid and clear.

"I've become poor." "I have no money," said the Cinza, "except for the land you promised to the villagers, and all the things stored in the whole village have been given to the Bohèmes, and although there are so many fields on the plain of the Agri River, they are not our family, and the Cosenza family is only the guardian of this plain, and we can only get a tax from it, and now I don't even have a florin in my hands, and I am bankrupt." ”

After saying that, she looked at Alexander earnestly, as if to discern something in his face.

"It's too bad to be bankrupt," Alexander shook his head, he had known from the beginning that this would be the case, but he had to do whatever it took to capture Agri, "It seems that if you were to use this farm as a dowry, no nobleman or count would be willing to marry you." ”

"Unless they're idiots," Zhisa picked up a thick stack of papers on the table and shook it at Alexander, "if they see the names of the people signed on them or the circles drawn on them, they will know that almost all of our own land has been distributed to the villagers, and I really have nothing but a pitiful rent, and it is not a good deal for them to marry me like this." ”

As she spoke, she blinked her eyes slightly mischievously.

"Then you won't get married?" Alexander sat down slowly, the meadow on the ground was a little rough, and his legs moved, accidentally touching Josha's feet.

Josha's feet shrank back, then she stomped Alexander's leg forward hard, and she got up from her chair and sat on the floor side by side with Alexander on the table.

"Who would marry a girl with no money and no status, although I think I look good and be beautiful, but for the nobles, being beautiful is the most useless."

Speaking of this, Zhosa suddenly remembered something and touched Alexander lightly on the shoulder: "Where is that Elliot, why haven't I seen his people for a day?" ”

Feeling the slight warmth coming from Josa's body, Alexander closed his eyes gently, he was indeed too tired these days, and even thought carefully that he hadn't really rested well since leaving Naples.

"That man, he should be with Mahimo right now." Alexander smiled lightly, and he could guess that Eliat must have been using his skilful tongue at this time, pouring wine and asking the monks for all sorts of news, especially about the two flintlock muskets.

Elliott's interest in the two muskets did not escape Alexander's eyes, and in fact anyone who was not too stupid would have noticed the tremendous power of the two muskets due to their incredible rate of fire.

Although in Alexander's opinion it was not a real flintlock pistol, it was impossible not to admit that those two guns were the product of an almost epoch-making change in this era.

Despite this, Alexander didn't care that the secret of the two guns would be revealed.

Although it took a long time from the rise of the arquebus to the appearance of the flintlock pistol, and it did have a great impact on the situation of the war, this technical change was not a difficult problem, and Alexander knew that because it was not too much of a problem, even if he tried to keep it secret, he would not be able to keep it for too long.

Unless he would always only make these two muskets for his own play, as long as they were mass-produced, it would not be long before this simple technique would be mastered by others.

In this case, it is better to take advantage of the fact that the design of the flintlock pistol is still a genius at this time, and find a way to exchange this for a part of the benefits for yourself.

The idea had been around even when the two muskets were tinkering with in that room at Kosenza Castle, and Alexander believed that Elliott, who had seen the power of the two guns firsthand, was his first "potential customers".

As for the possibility that Elliot might learn about the musket from Mahimo and make it up himself, Alexander was not worried about this, as he had decided not to leave the Agri Plains Farm for the time being, and he was confident that he would be able to build something that would be of more interest to Elliat during this time.

It's just that the only problem now is the Susha beside him.

Alexander asked: "Have you already decided to personally grant land to those villagers?" ”

Looking into Alexander's eyes, Jisha smiled lightly and said, "Of course, this is the land of the Kosencha family, and now it is my land again, this is my right and my obligation. ”

"It's not your land yet," Alexander reminded in a low voice, "and don't forget that you still have to obey your brother Kesel, who, according to the Duke's tax collector, is now the Count of Cosenza." ”

"The Count is my father," Josha retorted angrily, and then she leaned back against the table behind her with a stiffer shoe, "I'm not going to let Kessel succeed, he took Cosenza from his father, and this must not be allowed." ”

"Go to the Count," Alexander said in Josha's ear, his lips almost touching his soft, almost transparent earlobe as he got too close, "let him know what is going on here, and the Count will tell you what to do." ”

"And then?"

Looking at Josha's inquiring eyes, Alexander's voice was lowered, and his lips were getting closer and closer to Josha's ears and lips, as if he could touch her ears at any time, "Then you will stay in Naples, I think something very important will happen soon, and then the Count should be in need of man, and you may be able to help him then." ”

The inquiring aura in her eyes became stronger, and she looked at Alexander with a slight suspicion, and smelled in a suspicious tone: "What do you know, and who are you?" ”

Alexander paused, muttered slightly, and then said, "What I know is not difficult to guess, but no one knows when it will happen, and you know what I'm talking about." As for myself, of course, your brother. ”

"Are you my brother?" Josha's voice was bewildered.

"Of course, half-brother." Alexander turned his head slightly and whispered in her ear.

"But you're not like a brother right now."

Zha looked at Alexander suspiciously, because she was so close, her lips fluttered slightly as if they were not there, and a subtle throbbing swept between the two.

Alexander asked softly in a tone that he felt a little stiff, "Then what should my brother do?" ”

Alexander did not know what an older brother should do, for he had no brother or sister in his previous life or in this life.

However, as the real brother of Josa, Kezel Cosenza knows exactly what to do.

Frederick's tax collector had only been gone for a few days, but these days seemed to have passed a long time for Keesel.

The tax collector kept his promise, he took all his own men and gave the castle to Keisel completely.

It should have been a pleasure for Keisel, but he couldn't enjoy even the slightest bit of fun.

The whole castle seemed to be afraid of him, and even those who usually flattered him seemed to have begun to quietly avoid him.

This made Keisel angry but helpless.

From the moment he decided to exile his father, Kaisel knew that this would be the way it would be in the end.

However, he did not regret the choice he made, not only because his life was threatened at the time, but more importantly, he did fear that his father would pass on the domain and title to Jisha.

So as soon as he took over the castle from the tax collector, he ordered the secret passage to the top of the hill to be blocked, and at the same time he ordered the vigilance to be strengthened, although he did not think that he could escape from the tax collector, and he did not believe that he could do anything under the pursuit of Bohemian mercenaries.

Maybe it's time to send a letter to Count Modiglo and tell him that he's decided.

On the fifth day, Keisel began to ponder.

He knew that Modillo had great hopes for him, or how much of a benefit his future marriage would bring him.

But now Kesel's decision clearly contradicts Modiglo's wishes, and Keisel does not believe that Modillo will give up on his laurels.

This time, however, Kesel was not afraid of the earl.

The tax collector's previous words to him haunted Keisel's mind, and it was the reason why he finally decided to exile his father rather than risk taking the earldom.

"The Neapolitan will face a famine, and even the richest man will bend his knees in the face of hunger, and it may be shameless to flatter for a piece of fine lamb roasted with oil, but there is no shame in kneeling and begging for a piece of bread that can make a living. And those who can give bread are angels. ”

The tax collector's words made Kesel's throat burn, and he felt as if he had finally seized an opportunity.

Even if he can inherit the title of Cosenza, he will still only be attached to Modillo, and if he can do what the tax collector said, he may become a Neapolitan hero!

The thought could no longer be suppressed, so that when he snatched the seal from his father's neck, the guilt flickered in his heart and disappeared.

Keisel walked over to the table and picked up the pen, and after a long time of pondering, he finally began to put it down:

"Honorable Saint Garre of Naples and His Count of Ischia......"

That's the beginning of Kesel's letter, and that's all.

Then he heard a thunderous sound of horses' hooves coming from outside the castle, and then one of the attendants slammed open the door in a panic and rushed in!

"My lord, it's Miss, Miss is back!"

"Who, Josha?" Kaisel thought for a moment before he understood, and then he angrily scolded, "What's the panic here, did she come back with the tax collector?" ”

"No, my lord," said the squire, pale, "she came back with the bohists, no, no," the squire shook his head vigorously, as if to sober himself up before he said aloud, "it was the young lady who came back with the bohemians, who are now outside the castle!" ”

"What?" Kessel slammed to his feet, and as he rushed out of the room, he didn't notice that the ink he had knocked over had blackened his chest.