Conquer the Dawn of Heaven

In order to meet the king, Uliu spent a lot of effort. At the request of having no money at hand but showing decentness, the Moors fully exerted his wit and experience.

According to Uliu's own statement, he had received praise in the larger courts in his early years and could not be underestimated in Naples.

At least the clothes should be ironed neatly and cleanly. Every wrinkle of the coat should be carefully checked before putting on the body.

Buttons are a big problem. The brawl in the quarry was badly damaged, and two black pearl buttons fell, which made the Moors feel more uncomfortable than a few more hits, but in Alexandria, the top two After the pearl moved to the notch below, this defect disappeared,

As for the trousers, Uliu was thankful that he hadn't scratched it during the fight before, so as long as he carefully polished off the raised parts with hornstone, it looks okay.

Boots are the most incompetent Uliu, but Josulnan helped them solve this problem, and the last thing left is a sword.

Just when Uliu was thinking about whether he was cheeky and looking for Joe Sournan's men to borrow a sword in private, Mahimo unexpectedly brought a sword that looks a little old, but the style is still suitable for use.

"This is a souvenir of my beautiful trip in Bologna," Mahimo stroked the sword as if he was touching the body of a woman. "The great monk is decorated with the armament of God and stands at the forefront with the enemy. Fighting, this is the legend that only exists in the most romantic era. "

"This sword is good," Alexander pulled out the blade smoothly when he took it. The blade was sharp and the blade was smooth. Turn the wrist slightly to swing the sword slowly. You can feel that the weight of the blade is evenly distributed before and after. This is beyond the handle. Alexander's unexpected good sword "How much do you plan to sell me?"

"Maybe 100 ..." Mahimo hesitated.

"Why don't you go grab it?" Uliu interrupted him angrily.

"To know that this sword retains my good memories, to know that my experience in Bologna is enough for me to write a long poem for this sword ..."

"Then 20 Flynn are okay" Alexander also interrupted the chatter that the monk was about to start. "But now I have no money and I will give it to you later."

Ma Ximo twitched his mouth and thought it was still the default, but he also made his own request: "Please take me to the palace, trust me, I can help."

Alexander doubted that Mahimoken took out the sword which he did not know from which he had tricked it, just to make this request, but thinking about how much the man was still useful, he agreed.

Everything is ready, he patiently waited for Joe Sulnan's introduction.

The first time I saw the King of Naples, Ferdinand II, Alexander had only one influence on him, and that was the "spoiled child".

Although the king is older than him, this impression is deeply ingrained once he is formed, and even makes him a little hesitant about his choice.

When I saw Alexandria, the young Ferdinand was eating his lunch, a large piece of grilled lamb chops with a large bottle of wine, and a pile of various fruits next to it, and then just kept stuffing a piece Very big mouth.

This king is not small, but he is not tall. It seems that even when eating, he is a little breathless, and his clothes are too cumbersome and luxurious, which makes him seem tired even sitting.

When he saw Alexandria, the king who was eating full of oil showed a surprised look. He threw away the half of the sheep bones in his hands. He stood up and walked in front of Alexandria, and then circled around him. .

"Your Majesty, Sicily's messenger Alexander Juliant Gumbre."

Joe Sulnan reminded the king again.

"What is he wearing?" Ferdinand asked suddenly.

It seemed that the young king saw something weird, walked around Alexander again, and then stopped before him.

Then he stretched out his right hand, and with **** sandwiched the sleeves of Alexander's coat that spread like water droplets and lifted it.

"Sleeves like this are really strange. They are different from ours. Also, this jacket has no lining and no shoulders. Although the buttons are OK, why do you want to remove the buttons on the neckline? It ’s weird, do n’t you think it ’s strange, ”the young king chattered endlessly, and then he frowned and asked in a slightly disgusted tone,“ Tell me who made this dress, ca n’t you bear yourself having such a tailor?"

Alexander looked at Ferdinand in amazement. He did not expect that the question he was asked at the first meeting was actually such a question. In the king's mind, a person's clothing was more important than his mission.

Alexander looked at Josulnan next to him with some pity. By this time he knew why the king's teacher wanted to see himself, or was so impatient to let his students behave.

All of this is because this young man may be losing heart.

Ferdinand, who drove the French back to the throne, was expected by everyone at the beginning. Both the civilians and the nobles hoped that this young king would revitalize the royal family of Naples. People turned their disappointment with his father into a disappointment. Expectation for him.

But this expectation did not last long, people found that this young man completely let them down.

If Ferdinand's father Alfonso II fled into the monastery to hide because of cowardice and failure, this Ferdinand completely disappointed everyone because he didn't know how to use his hand to win.

In just a few months, people's enthusiasm for the new king turned into boredom and hatred. Even as Alexander heard in the tavern, people no longer care about commenting on the king's evil behavior in a large public.

Alexander noticed the helplessness passing by Joe Sulnan's face, but he still had to answer the king's question.

"Your Majesty, this is a masterpiece of a famous tailor in Palermo," Alexander bowed. "I have a lot of confidence in him, including what you said seems to be unsatisfactory. This is actually the tailor. Is unique. "

"Is that so?" Ferdinand looked at the letter suspiciously. "Then tell me the name of this person, I would love to know who is the person who can make you have the courage to wear such a dress."

"Osborn, Your Majesty, this person is called Osborne."

"Ah, I knew it was him!"

Ferdinand suddenly shouted, and the unexpectedly loud sound made Alexander stay, and then he saw the King of Naples cursing at the entourage behind him.

"Look at what you have done, look at this dress, do you want others to say that I am outdated than the other side of the top tower, when you are still playing with old-fashioned things, new patterns have come out, see if you wear me What is this makes me ashamed like a clown, "Ferdinand said, waving his hands angrily." I don't want to see you anymore. This is really a shame for me. "

The entourage hurriedly bowed and retreated, and at the same time did not forget to look at the clothes on Alexander's body, apparently to see if they could be copied immediately.

Alexander was somewhat surprised by Ferdinand's wild thinking. He was really strange what this man was thinking, not worried about the real problems facing him, but only annoyed by the outdated clothes.

"It's worthy of Osborne's masterpiece," Ferdinand smiled when he turned around again. "I knew the man when I was very young, a great tailor, and the clothes he made were all over Naples. He is famous. But he ran afterwards and went to the other side of the lighthouse. Since then, the closet of the Neapolitan nobles has been ruled by a group of countrymen. "Speaking of which, the king seemed to think this joke is humorous. After a few laughs, he asked Alexander in a puzzled tone, "Why don't you laugh?"

At this time, Alexander was almost certain that this person's brain was sick.

This "illness" is not just about being arrogant and self-willed, but he does see some strange signs in Ferdinand's even free expression.

This is not a pair of normal people's eyes, there is not even the least sober, but more inexplicable things.

It was a sick look, which made Alexander feel that even if the young man in front of him survived smoothly, he would eventually ruin himself because he was completely mad.

"Your Majesty, the messengers of Sicily came to negotiate with us about the border between the two countries," Josulnan whispered from the side, reminding him that the king had lost people in front of outsiders, although this was still more than what he usually did. It ’s not too bad, but it ’s enough to make Josulnan frown. “But I think we have more things to talk about besides the border issue, is it Your Majesty?”

Joe Sulnan's words made Ferdinand ponder for a moment, then turned and walked back to his throne while nodding.

"Yes, it's a food problem," the king seemed to be drunk, and suddenly he woke up. He sat on the throne and leaned forward, looking at Alexander seriously. "Can you bring us food, do we need ..." Speaking of which, Ferdinand looked at his teacher, and after obviously getting some hint, he seemed to be confused for a while before continuing, "In short, we need a lot of food, enough to feed every mouth in this city. , Although these people should be hanged. "

"Your Majesty!" Joe Sulnan immediately interrupted Ferdinand's words. He really did not expect the king to say such a sentence suddenly, especially in the presence of a foreign messenger. "Excuse me, Your Majesty means even the most unbearable people. , The king will not abandon them and ignore his duties. "

"Oh, of course, the king's duty is to protect those people," Ferdinand explained as though he was sober again under Josulnan's blaming gaze, but then he slammed the throne hard. Armrests "But the Neapolitans are a group of people who do not know how to be grateful. Most of them have been bought by the French, and they will not even show their allegiance to their legitimate king!"

Joe Sulnan looked dull and listened to Ferdinand's unending complaint ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ There was a trace of helplessness in his eyes.

Look at the young man standing opposite and listening to the king's constant chatter. Joe Sulnan regretted his decision to let him come to see the king.

"Can you imagine that they would rather give their collection to the French than give them to their legitimate king, so they should be punished by hunger," Ferdinand stood up a few steps, but then his His eyes were fixed on Alexander's coat again. "Tell me, Palermo is now popular with a style that is as simple as a small landowner in the country?"

Alexander first looked at Ferdinand, then glanced at Josulnan, and he began to feel that today ’s admiration was purely superfluous.

"Your Majesty, maybe you can take a break." Joe Sulnan sighed helplessly, knowing that he might have done something stupid this time, and thought of the news that the King of Naples was an unconscious person. When he arrived in Sicily, Joe Sulnan had an inexplicable sense of powerlessness.

"No, I had a great conversation with the messenger," Ferdinand suddenly felt a strange excitement on his cheek. He raised his hand and took Alexander's shoulder to the direction of the corner door. "Come on, let's talk about Pakistan What is the most fashionable thing in Lemo now, to know that I have been running away for a while, maybe I do n’t even know what people like now. "

Alexander smiled secretly, he did not expect that the result of seeing Ferdinand would be like this. Just when he considered whether he should say goodbye, a servant hurried into the temple.

"Your Majesty, Lord Modillo, Earl of Naples, please."

The attendant reported loudly.

Alexander was a little dazed for a while, he didn't expect to see that Modillo so soon.