Conquer the Dawn of Heaven

The "Lookout Whistle" is very lively in the tavern. Of course, it is not an exaggeration to describe it in black smoke, at least imagine the next large group of people squeezed in a few rooms, and opened the wall of the house while drinking spirits and sprinkling alcohol. It looks like how lively this place is now.

But monk Mahimo did not brag. Here he is the absolute king and supreme. Almost everyone is new to him, and almost everyone is willing to ask him to have a drink, and then listen to his wise instruction.

The reason is almost because the pub owner ’s family is an exception. The boss ’s face is so thick that she can twist out the water. The big boss simply hid in the corner and went into the wine barrel because he failed to complete the feat of debt recovery. Mixing water, while sulking at yourself.

Mahimo didn't pay attention to the boss's bitterness, he took Alexander to find an empty table, and then generously called him a wine dish.

"Enjoy my friend," the monk patted the back of Alexander's hand. "As Greek poetry says, only wine and food can save our poor bodies. By the way, I haven't asked your high name. "

"Alexander," Alexander returned to "Alexander Juliant Gumbre with a smile." "

"A good name," the monk **** like a wine tasting. "Take a good rest. After all, we ran a long way, and I asked them to give you another bottle to drink."

After talking, Mahimo greeted the pub owner, and soon his attention was given to the wine on the table, and he did not know when to sneak back from the back to the boss's sister.

A sailor-like man stood up to stop Mahimo, and gave him a half-full glass again, and then asked him: "Monk, tell us something interesting, talk about Rome and Bologna, We only know about those things at sea, and too little has been heard about things further on the land. "

"What is there to say," Masimo looked stunned after drinking, "It's not all that way. The most degenerate are always saints wearing robes, and the richest are always wearing mink robes. As for the Jews, the most foolish ones are those nobles wearing purple robes. "

"Then talk about how they are degraded, we like to hear you say these things," the sailor said back and said arbitrarily, "Be quiet, monk Mahimo is going to preach."

There was a burst of laughter in the tavern, but the original noise of the noise was really calming down.

Alexander sat in the corner watching this scene with interest. He can now be sure that this Mahimo is not a neuropathy, but he is obviously not a master or a strange person. At least he has not heard that the master has slept his wife. , The result makes people chase naked streaking in the daylight.

However, this person did succeed in attracting Alexander ’s interest. He noticed that the people in this tavern were very mixed, ranging from rude sailors to merchants who apparently lived well. Some appeared to be soldiers, while others were dressed and In terms of conversation, it looks like a little noble or scholar with identity.

Such a place is obviously a gathering place for all kinds of well-informed news. Alexander did not expect such a coincidence to find such a good place that he could find out about Naples without much effort.

And Mahimo is also good for Alexander, because of the "one run", he specifically told the store to entertain his new friend. As for the money, his boss's face is already close. Blend them with a color of water-blended wine.

"Don't talk nonsense friends."

Mahimo suddenly became more serious. He was using a finger on the sailor ’s chest, but the look on his face at this time made the originally hippy smiling sailor slowly uncomfortable, and the people around him also because of His overly serious look was a lot quieter.

"Evangelism, this is a sacred word, maybe we can laugh at the person who climbed the throne by bribery, or we can satirize any nobleman who we do n’t like, but the sermon is always sacred and pure, because this is **** Christ and his piety The great cause that the apostles had carried out, how many saints had sacrificed their lives for this cause, let alone the self-sacrifice made by **** Christ, "Mahimo said aloud, suddenly he jumped on the table and opened his arms slowly Slowly turn around and look down on the people in the tavern. "If any of us can stand up and say that they can do what they have done, then he can sarcasm at will, otherwise he must maintain the most basic respect."

The laughter of the people gradually decreased, and the sailor pulled back a few steps with embarrassment, and then stretched out his hand to draw a cross on his chest and walked up to bend over to hold Mahimo's trousers and kissed before sitting back.

Everyone else looked seriously at the monk who was still standing on the table, as if waiting for him to start a real sermon.

But then Mahimo smiled and jumped off the table.

"Let ’s talk about something light. If you must listen to my sermon, then you should go to St. Peter ’s Basilica, or at least to the main church in Naples, and only then will we really get inspired by God , And then each of us can directly listen to the teachings of God, rather than telling you how to believe by someone. "

Finally, Mahimo grabbed a small sauce on the table and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Mahimo's words seemed to poke a tight ball into the mouth, and suddenly a burst of release cried out in the tavern that was originally suppressed because of the tension. People laughed again, and the sailors also laughed. Stand up again and whistled wildly.

"It's an interesting person," Alexander leaned on a wooden post to look at Mahimo, who was walking around in the crowd. He admitted that this person did have some fascinating charm, or that this person was born There is a talent that can mobilize people's emotions, it seems that they can always attract people's attention with some unusual words and deeds.

At least Alexander himself was run into this tavern with him all the way.

Several young men who looked like students beckoned to Mahimo, and the monk ousted the invitation for someone to have a drink and walked over. It happened that these people were sitting not far from Alexander.

"Monk, if you are willing to use your wisdom seriously, maybe we can see the emergence of a true master, rather than those who are only good at the king's horses." A middle-aged man who looks well-dressed Some people were annoyed and pushed a glass of wine in front of Mahimo. "You know, I heard that the king has ordered a large amount of art and taxes to renovate the royal palace. He even told the public to restore the glory of the royal family in the past. , Even if he learns the French and plunders Naples again. "

"Oh yeah, that's too bad," Mahimo said with a sip of dryness, and then pushed the glass to a person in front of him to signal him to fill it up. "But it's not unusual, you know I have not only seen the king, but also He talked deeply, he was just a prince at the time, but then I found out that this young man was not ready to take on the big responsibilities. "

"That's right," the middle-aged man said angrily, "King Alfonso was frightened by the French, so he gave the country a child, which is irresponsible to the kingdom."

This person's words seem to resonate with several other people, who can't help but start talking.

Alexander sat and listened silently. He knew that these people said that King Alfonso was the father of the current King of Naples, Ferdinand. Coincidentally, the two current Sicilian kings were called Ferdinand.

Is just this Naples' Ferdinand, obviously not comparable to Sicily's Ferdinand.

In fact, as these grumblers said, now the King of Naples is not yet ready to take over, but his father has been pushed to the throne abruptly.

Just a year ago, the sudden invasion of Naples by King Charles VIII of France completely freaked out the then King of Naples, Alfonso II. Because of the fear of the French, Alfonso II simply threw the country and nothing else. The ignorant son Ferdinand then took off the crown and put on his robe and ran into the nearby monastery to hide.

Although Charlie is quite unreasonable, he can't face an opponent who recognizes this kind of situation, so he turned his spear on the new king who was pushed hard by the Laozi to the front, and he was ready. Teach the "Little Neapolitan Daisy".

It's just a pity that in the following battle of Fodino, Charlie was defeated, and he was too late to fulfill his promise to teach the Neapolitan Daisy.

Charlie's fierce but fast-moving flags halted, the crisis of Naples passed so easily, the overjoyed Neapolitan took the inexplicable throne, escaped inexplicably everywhere, and inexplicably became Ferdinand the monarch Welcome back to Naples.

As no one guessed this result, but Alfonso who ran to the monastery to take refuge early had no regrets.

At least in the eyes of ordinary Naples people, Ferdinand, who is in danger, is much more lovely than his unfulfilled old man.

These news when Alexander was in Sicily. He had already heard from the merchants in Naples, and he even knew something that people in this era did not know.

For example, King Ferdinand, who was so inexplicable in all his previous encounters, will soon be inexplicably crashed, and he will completely end his inexplicably short life from now on.

It seems that now, it is estimated that before this king dies, someone might stand up and speak out against him.

Alexander did not think that Mahimo was a member of an anti-king organization, because this person looked too unreliable, and it was difficult to imagine that someone would expect him to complete a thorough conspiracy plan, but this does not mean that he and that People don't matter, at least these people seem to want to act.

"The king didn't know what he was doing. He even thought that the victory was all because of his command, but the fact is that the king didn't say anything useful except for complaining about not serving him well along the way." The other person seemed to be better than before. The middle-aged man was still excited. He patted the table hard, and at the same time nodded to Mahimo, as if to get support from him. Seeing Mahimo make a helpless movement, he behaved. It was even more intense. "Now he is preparing to conquer brutality just after returning to Naples. This is definitely a tyrant's behavior."

"This is Nero's act," the middle-aged man's angry pounding table before "This family has disappointed us time and time again, I really can't imagine what would happen if the French came back."

"Not all royal families are disappointing," the man who had just spoken fiercely whispered, his hands that seemed to have been corroded by something all year round and his skin was dry, and a pair of eyes could not help glancing at the table. Trey, at least Frederick cared about the people. "

"Yeah, the count is good," Mahimo seemed to remember licking his fingers, and his eyes narrowed. "I have attended the banquets he has hosted. It is indeed a very easy-going person. Especially for me, the count keeps High respect. "

"That's right, Frederick is the best one in the royal family."

The people around met, so a few people began to boast about the count.

Alexander listened carefully. He didn't expect to meet someone casually, but heard something like this.

Although everything was lost to them due to the mutiny of the sailors, his identity was still a negotiator sent by Sicily to Naples.

More importantly, only then can he approach Modillo smoothly.

The news he heard so far gave him a general impression of the Royal Palace of Naples. Unexpectedly, just after the country was regained, there was a vague crisis in the royal family of Naples.

Alexander did not believe that these people ’s words were just their own private complaints. Many of the so-called people ’s wishes were actually intentional incitement.

And as far as he knew, it was precisely what they said that the Earl of Frederick, as the brother of the former King Alfonso and the uncle of the current King Ferdinand, became the next after the young Ferdinand had no heirs. king.

"Alfonso is not worthy of having such a good brother," one of the people on the table apparently had drunk a bit, and he stood up long and raised his glass and shouted to everyone, "The king is better than his uncle." It ’s too much difference, let ’s drink to Count Frederick ’s health! "

"God bless the count!"

Someone immediately shouted, but Alexander noticed that some people showed disapproval.

Sure enough, someone in the crowd stood up and shook his head and the wine urn in his hand: "No, I don't think Frederick is eligible to receive such a wish. The king may be young, but Count Modillo will help him. Count is the real wise man of Naples, even Charlie has said that he would rather face more Naples troops than deal with Count Modillo. "

Alexander's heart moved. He was the first time he heard that Mendello was mentioned when he came to Naples.

"Oh ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Forget it, the guy who hooked up with Charlie," a man at Mahimo's desk jumped angrily and retorted. "He actually advocated negotiating with the French, and he still stayed. With the French in Naples, God knows whether he has collected French money. "

"You are not allowed to insult Count Modillo!"

The man holding the wine urn shouted and rushed past, and when no one responded, the muddy urn in his hand had hit the head of the opponent firmly and ruthlessly. As the wine urn burst, the wine was splashing, The smashed guy also planted straight with the blood.

People stayed for a while, and then a cry broke out suddenly!

A typical tavern big mess begins!

Broken wine jars, overturned tables and chairs, men's roars, women's horns, for a time everyone was involved in this fight where few people knew exactly what happened, and even sulked at the water The owner of the pub all smashed the empty jug that had just been used on a hapless egg roll that just rolled to the side.

Uliu was stunned. He couldn't think of a group of nobles who had just talked about it and then waved their fists.

Suddenly, a person bumped into them, and although Alexander flashed away in time, the man threw himself up.

Uliu finally couldn't bear it. He grabbed the bottle that was knocked down on the table and knocked it directly on the back of the man's head without hesitation!

With a bang, the man fell in response, and Uliou jumped on the table and shouted loudly to the crowd in the melee: "Not unreasonable, my master, Master Alexander Juliant Gumbre, is the lighthouse guardian of the Kingdom of Sicily. The noble messengers sent to Naples! "

Suddenly, the tavern was quiet, and everyone looked at Alexander with strange eyes.