Conquer the Dawn of Heaven

"Are you really the kid I've been waiting for?"

This sentence, Modillo did not ask at the end, even when the two were alone, the count tried to hold back without much temptation.

This is because this young man who claims to be Alexander Juliant Gumbre is really beyond his expectations.

If the young man in front of him was taken out of the monastery and sent directly to him, Modillo would have more ways to prove his doubts, and he might even use some terrible methods against him because of the suspicion.

But he couldn't do it now. The young man stood in front of him in such a way that he didn't expect. This made Modillo, who had been brewing for years at this moment, completely caught off guard and even worried.

What he needs is a puppet that can be his pawn, but the young man's performance clearly tells him that this is impossible.

So, does it matter whether this "Joe Modillo" is the child or not? Even if he is, will he willingly obey his control and control?

Modillo had a deep sense of frustration at this moment. He knew that regardless of the true or false identity of this young man, he had spent countless efforts, and the plan he had designed for years had been completely failed.

If he is true, then he cannot be controlled by himself, if he is fake ...

Thinking of this, Modillo's body was soaked in cold sweat.

He knew what that would mean.

The only thing he worried about now was whether this young man knew who he was?

But now it was Alexander Juliant Gumbre who was really the one who brought him the gospel.

When he faced Frederick's attack, it was this Alexander who helped him out of the predicament. When he took advantage of the aristocracy of the aristocracy, this Alexander made him the hero who saved the crisis in Naples in front of the people of Naples.

Modillo really knew how important it was to get popular support at this time, which made him feel that even his sister's son would not do better than this young man.

So what dissatisfied him, Modillo glanced slightly at the young man sitting on the carriage with him, and then he thought he had found the answer.

Because he didn't know what the young man was thinking, this made Modillo uncomfortable, or uneasy.

For many years Modillo has been used to mastering everything. He even started designing a grand plan more than 20 years ago. That plan made him not hesitate to use his sister as a bait. When George Anne gave birth to a child, he was even more Arrange for someone to send that child to him, even if he was secretly raised later in a place that he only knew later.

But now, when the most critical chip in his huge plan appears, he finds that the situation is completely different from the digging he envisioned before. Not only can he not control this child as he pleases, he can't prove whether he is true or not.

This gradually turned the frustration in Modillo's heart into a pain that eroded his heart like poison.

He knew that this pain would become more and more unbearable with time, and whenever he saw this Alexander, he seemed to hear someone mocking him ruthlessly.

Or that the person who mocked was the count himself. He mocked everything he had spent so much effort on, and it turned out to be such a result.

"Tell me, do you want to see my sister?" Modillo asked suddenly, with a weird smile on his lips, seeming to be sarcastic about everyone's current relationship.

"Of course, I always wanted to see her," Alexander nodded. "The last time I went to your Duran Palace was to see her."

"Just to meet her?"

Modillo paid attention to Alexander's look, he still hoped to find something, maybe so that the situation could be slightly reversed. Modillo was already thinking at this time, even if the young man was indeed the child, but he was so different from what he hoped, which made him have to seriously consider whether his plan could continue.

Alexander looked at Modillo seriously and then said in a calm tone: "Of course, because she is my mother."

Speaking of which, Alexander stared at Modillo's eyes and continued slowly: "And you count, you not only made me lose my mother from an early age, but also locked me in a remote monastery. If it was not God's favor and me Luck, maybe I wo n’t wait for someone to take me out of that place, I ’m already dead in the cellar of that monastery. "

Alexander's words puzzled Modillo for a while. He could perceive a certain hatred from the young man's look and tone. This should be the reaction that the child should have after knowing certain truths, which made Modillo doubt. Slightly shaken, he knew that if he was the child himself, he would be angry when he knew the truth, and hate the person who caused him all this, especially if he had experienced some bad things.

What made the count even more aware was that Alexander clearly knew that he had been sent to the monastery out of his idea, which made the count more doubtful.

At least he wanted to know if the young man was really the child, who told him all this, or who brought him out of the monastery?

Modillo wondered in his heart, his doubts still haunting him, but he had no time to continue his inquiry.

The black flag has been covered from the gatehouse above the gate of the palace, completely covering the coat of arms of the Kingdom of Naples. At any time, black often foreshadows disaster and misfortune. At this moment, the black seems to be completely grand.

All the flags hung down in front of the black gated door to express the condolences to the King who died.

Alexander followed Modillo, and when he passed the gate of the palace wall, he paused a little and looked up slightly.

In the early autumn wind blowing, the black emblem covered by the black mourning flag appeared as the flag of the mourning flag fluttered, and the blue and gold on the Wang emblem jumped into the eyes of Alexander.

The last time he entered this palace, he was still a trivial little person, and he could only be taken in through the side door. The king at the time was Ferdinand, who was sober and mad.

Now, he was standing under the main entrance of the palace, and the young mad king had become a cold body, lying alone in a coffin that had no meaning to him though luxury.

His crown has been taken away and put aside, I believe that apart from his wife, few people in this country are really sad for his death.

Even before he swallowed, people no longer cared about his life and death, but began to worry about who would succeed him in taking the crown.

At this moment, Alexander couldn't help but show a little pity to Ferdinand, who had only seen one side and did not leave any good impression on him.

"King, it is not only wearing a crown that can prove his identity," Modillo seemed to feel the mood of Alexander at this moment, and he also looked up slightly at the crown on the top of the door. "The crown is always only on the heads of those real kings. Only when they are born, some people are destined to wear a crown in the future, but if he cannot perform his duties as a king, he may be knocked down from the head. "

Alexander lightly moved his heart. He didn't know whether Modillo's words were suggestive or sentimental. After all, there was a person who was just living evidence of these words.

King Enrique of Castile.

Enrique was stunned and blind and ignorant. As the King of Castile, he made mistakes again and again but refused to correct them, even if someone had been willing to help him, but every time he was frequently stunned. And gradually lost the authority and dignity as a king, and even his wife ’s reputation could not be kept in the end. Letting others unscrupulously accuse his daughter is the wicked kind of queen and others, and it is finally through this malicious accusation And defamation, Enrique was actually reprimanded by his half-sister for being unethical and was deposed and lost the crown of Castile!

Such a person is indeed in line with what Modillo said, but one thing that made Alexander a little concerned is that this unlucky King Enrique was precisely his nominal father as Qiao Modillo .

Alexander's thoughts turned quickly, he could not understand the purpose of Modillo's sudden words to him. Was it really sentimental or suggestive or still tempting?

Alexander was always unsure whether he should admit that he knew the identity of the "father".

Alexander knew that if he was really the fat man of Joel Modillo, then he should not know his identity.

From the scene when he was brought out of San Sebalon by Quinto, Alexander could guess that Joel Modillo was completely unclear who he really was.

Maybe even Kunto did n’t know how important the person he was looking for, otherwise he and the abbey would not decide to impersonate someone because of Qiao Hui ’s sudden illness.

Maybe they only know the illegitimate child of this great man, but they never know that he will be the son of former King Enrique of Castile.

So should I pretend that I do n’t know my identity at all?

Alexander had previously thought that he should think this way, and this is why he always vagued his life experience, even though he revealed the "true identity" to Ruosha.

But now looking at Modillo, a sudden thought flashed in Alexander's heart.

Should n’t he already know his life?

At least at this time, as a hero of Naples and even a savior, he can already face Modillo.

There was another reason for Alexander to decide to tear this disguise completely.

He remembered Osborne, the tailor of Palermo.

Alexander is still wondering how Osborne knew such secret things, but he never doubted that Osborne lied to him, unless even about the "his" life, even the tailor himself was deceived.

This is because when he was in danger and had to tell Osborne the secret, the tailor did bear him to protect him.

What makes that slick tailor tailor not help risking himself?

Alexander couldn't think of anything more tempting than gaining the friendship of a king's illegitimate child, unless it was a king.

It was because of this that Alexander made the decision to showdown with Dillo.

All these thoughts flashed across Alexander's mind in an instant. He didn't know the consequences of his guess, but even if he was bad, Modillo would not be stupid enough to act rashly on him. Although the count was obviously doubtful, but It can be seen by always being cautious.

Because he was no longer the poor Alexander who had just arrived in Naples.

"I won't be that kind of person," Alexander didn't say clearly. At the same time, he carefully watched Modillo's look. When he saw Modillo's obvious expression, Alexander simply continued. "I know someone has taken a copy of this book. Not her crown, and I swear I will never let this happen to me. "

Modillo looked at Alexandria in amazement, his lips trembling slightly, and even because of the excitement in his heart, Modillo hurried through the gate and just turned into a remote corridor, and he grabbed Alexander's arm desperately.

His eyes fixed on Alexander's face, as if to find even a little suspicious clues.

"Tell me what do you know?"

"I know more than you think," Alexander and Earl stared at each other. "I don't know if the person who took me out of the monastery was sent by you, but that person died to protect me, and he was Preparing to see the man who killed him. "

Modillo was even more puzzled. He felt that if Alexander had not lied, then there must have been something wrong with him, and he even believed in Alexander at this time.

This was because he couldn't think of anything, and what could explain why the boy who had been hidden in the monastery that he didn't even know how would suddenly appear in front of him.

"But how do you know," Modillo groaned for a while when he said the name, he knew what the consequences might be if he admitted to his relationship with that person, so even the countless self-proclaimed count Hesitated, and then he said, "How do you know Enrique is your father?"

"I don't know." Alexander shook his head casually, seeing the anger rising on Modillo's face, he continued: "I was told by someone, I don't even know if he said it is true or not."

"Who is it, who is that person?" Modillo could feel his voice trembling ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ He knew that the young man in front of him was telling whether it was true or false, maybe it would be revealed soon.

"Osborne, a tailor in Palermo." Alexander looked completely honest.

In fact, he has decided that apart from being a fake, as long as Modillo continues to question him, he will say everything else as long as he knows.

"Osbourne?" Modillo first stunned, and then showed a disgusting look like suddenly swallowing a fly, his eyes looking at Alexandria also became strange, and after a while, we said "these things. Besides, now go to pray for the king ’s funeral. "

Speaking of which, the count suddenly said again: "Don't tell George Anne about Osborne."

Listening to this, Alexander's eyelids jumped slightly.

Thinking of the count's look in his eyes, and then thinking of his rather playful command, Alexander shook his head secretly.

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