Conquer the Dawn of Heaven

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

This kind of ancient can not only be mentioned until the rule of the Anru dynasty in France or the unified Sicilian kingdom era, and even a longer period of Eastern Roman rule.

Because of this, although so many years have passed, the Sicilian dynasty has long been a matter of right and wrong, but the Cosenza family has never stood up.

Even in many cases, even the Modillo family with the same long history and greater influence must give enough respect and attention to the Cosenza family.

From the day he came to Naples, Alexander knew that he would always meet the Modillo family, but he never thought that the first meeting with Count Modillo was to draw a sword, not to mention the sister Count, This is said to be the meeting of the Countess of Cosenza, and she is holding a knife to kill.

Of course, Alexander will not really kill the prince who is in cold sweat, in fact, he is a bit embarrassed, trying to figure out how to end, but did not expect the original George Anne Modillo, which is now George The Countess Annie Kosenza suddenly appeared.

When inquiring about the news about George Anne, Alexander had heard that she had a daughter with the Earl of Cosenza, but he never thought of meeting the "sister", but he also wanted to use a knife and a gun.

This even made Alexander think he was guilty of rushing with the Modillo family, otherwise why would he have to use a knife and a gun first when he saw a family member?

Alexander slowly withdrew the saber. Only then did he feel the pain in the palm of his hand. After seeing two deep scars on his hand, he pulled off the hem of his clothes and bit the corner to wrap the wound.

"Your Excellency, thank you for your kindness."

Prince Alfred, who had been half-kneeled when he was slammed with a sword, stood up slowly. His chest kept rising and falling, and there was pain in his eyes. He obviously felt that the miserable defeat in front of his beloved woman made him lose his feet. His face turned, and when he turned to see the girl shining under the golden light next to him, looking at them with a very interested look, the prince's face rose even more flushed.

"I was defeated by your men. I will follow the law of duel. Since I do n’t bother to take my life, please ask for your terms." At this point, Alfred raised his chin. With a proud tone, "For the people of the Aragon family, there is nothing that cannot be done."

Looking at the prince who still had a blood stain on his face, Alexander shook his head. After glancing at the countess deeply, he suddenly swayed hard, and the blood on the sword splashed on the marble floor. , Draw a long mark.

"Please forgive me for taking the time, I do n’t know that she is your daughter," Alexander ignored the prince waiting for his answer, but bowed to George Anne. "If I knew that, I would n’t do it anyway. ... "

Not much. Alexander didn't say, but looked up at the countess again, and then looked at the young girl named Rusa who was quite cool next to her mother with strange eyes, then turned her head and walked back and forth.

"Young man, who are you?"

The countess looked at this **** young man, and she felt that the young man's eyes were strange to her, as if she was exploring something.

Looked at her daughter's gaze on the contrary, but more just curious.

"Alexander," Alexander stopped to look back at the pair of mothers and daughters. "Alexander Juliant Gumbre, the messenger from Sicily," he paused and said, "But sometimes people call me Qiaoli . "

Finally, his eyes quickly swept from the countess's face who couldn't help but hear the name, and didn't stay and turned away.

Did this begin?

As soon as he turned around, Alexander's heart was beating. He knew that this step had been taken and he could never take it back.

"Ready to fight!"

Whispered to himself again that the pace at the foot of Alexander gradually became calmer.

Behind him, Miss Zosa Cosenza looked at her mother strangely. She noticed the strange appearance of the mother ’s face after the person said the name, and then she turned her head to the Sicilian messenger who had gone away. Looked at the back.

"Countess, please allow me to say goodbye," Prince Alfred walked over, his face ugly, because the excitement of his chest still continued to rise and fall "I arrogantly thought I could be the protector of your daughter, now I must admit I do n’t have this qualification yet. So please allow me to resign, but I will soon prove by action that I am the most qualified knight of Lao Sha. "

After the prince bowed deeply, he turned and left.

The Countess didn't stop, she just bowed her head slightly, and she didn't frown until her prince walked away and asked her daughter:

"what the **** is it?"

"No mother, you don't have to worry," the blond girl laughed. She looked at the end of the promenade, and then looked at the prince's back that was about to disappear behind the trees. She took her mother's hand and kissed her lips gently. "Don't worry, I was just making a game, but I did n’t expect it to be so interesting. "

"Luosha, letting two young men fight is not a fun game," the countess said seriously. "Be aware that a man is a fierce, fierce horse. Even if you don't spur them, they will compete on their own, not to mention you. Provoking disputes. Beware of my daughters, if you can't manage them well, they will lift you off the horse. "

"If that's the case, I'll tighten the reins to my mother." The girl said as she picked up the hair behind her head. "I hope that one day there will be a sturdy horse that makes me want to tame, but unfortunately I haven't seen it yet. What interests me. "

"Luosha," the countess shook her head helplessly, but she looked at her daughter with a smile, the sternness on her face slowly disappeared. "You are my most beloved child, we will give you everything you can give, So you only need to wait for the person who is destined to appear. Remember to never try to do something you ca n’t do, let alone try to approach someone who should n’t, otherwise you will find that you have to face a lot of troubles. "

"So mom, is Alfred the one I want to wait for, but how do I know he is," Ruosha looked at her mother with transparent blue eyes. "So mother, let me enjoy this first. Can you choose the time for the Lima, because this good time is too short after all, isn't it? "

Looking at her daughter's smiling face, the countess stopped talking, she did not know how to persuade, and even the daughter's words in a trance touched the throbbing heart in her heart that had been silent for many years.

"I just hope you are happy."

"I will be happy," the girl shook her dazzling blonde hair in the sunshine "because I knew what I was looking for."

When Alexander returned to the vestibule, he happened to be entering the door with the fourth main dish to be served today.

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

Is different from any banquet in his impressions. Naples, or other banquets in other places nowadays, is a banquet trend that divides a grand banquet into several different parts.

Not only will people eat, drink and drink at this long banquet, but also will have a variety of performances and competitions.

The clowns would keep turning their heads on each table while they kept telling all kinds of ironic jokes, and some would n’t know if they were poets or singers, and would hold their crappy long poems with their rhythm and rhythm. Non-stop.

As for Earl Modillo, just like that, he suddenly pulled out his sword and hacked the sword, or simply jumped into the helmet with a helmet and jumped on the battle horse to compete. It was also common.

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

The fourth main dish is a large yellow fin fish. When the fish body tossed into two pieces was served on the table with a huge silver plate, the guests immediately stopped patting the table, expressing generous and generous praise to the owner.

"It's such a sumptuous banquet," a short guest sitting next to Alexander stood up with a glass of wine and cheered his master. "Now this kind of thing is too few, everyone seems to be stingy and grumpy. I still remember that this grand occasion was only seen in the luxurious Lorenzo, it was in Florence. "

"Medici's house is gone now, isn't it?" Another person stood up with a glass of wine, his clothes were simple, and he looked out of place with the people next to him, and the accent sounded a little different from the others. He looked sternly at the short man. "That family may have been glorious, but who else will remember them now, Cosimo, Giovanni, and even Lorenzo just a few years ago have passed away."

"But those people are still great, aren't they?" The short man stalked his neck and stared at each other. "They made Florence prosperous, but Florentines, ungrateful."

"But they are tyrants, and the power in exchange for the brutality of the people, and then the entire family is attached to this power until completely rotted, so the Medici family will be overthrown by the real leaders and people of Florence."

"Are you singing a hymn for that person?" When talking about "that person", the short man's tone became heavier, and he stared at the other person with ironic eyes. "I can hear that your accent betrayed you Florence. People, then you are a supporter of that person, so why are you still appearing at such a luxurious and depraved banquet, is this not the person you follow who has always opposed it? "

As soon as this was said, a boo sounded all around, and people began to wave to the Florentines, as if booing to step down, and more people patting the table towards the short man, apparently encouraging him to continue to play.

The man known as the Florentine showed anger on his face. He carried the wine glass around the table and walked to the middle of the open space.

"Since someone has questioned me and the people I respect, then I will explain it." The Florentines shouted to the people who watched good shows around.

He first raised his glass. As he slowly turned his wrist, the wine in the glass fell to the ground. At this time, people only noticed that he was drinking clean water.

"This is a banquet for the honorable Lord Modillo, a feast for the generous Earl of Naples, as a follower of a person who believes in poverty, piety, and truth, and I should n’t have come here, because here is my The ideal of keeping is different, but although I know that this will cause me to be confused with God, I must come here because I shoulder the great mission entrusted by my leader. "

Said this, the original banquet filled with ridicule immediately disappeared and quieted down.

Everyone looked at the Florentine unexpectedly, while wondering what he meant.

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Everyone's eyes were on Salon Modillo, Earl of Naples, and even the short man stopped arguing with the Florentines and looked to the Earl.

Originally leaning casually in the chair, Modillo slowly stood up, playing with a silver knife with a meat pick in his hand. After looking at the messenger for a while, the count waved his hand: "Say your intentions. , I want to know what news you brought me. "

"Friendship," the Florentine said aloud, "Firenze's full power allows me to bring you his friendship."

A cry of exclamation sounded from all around.

"Friendship?" Modillo smiled. He gently sharpened his nails with a silver knife, and then suddenly said to Alexander sitting next to the short man. "This person brought me friendship. So what did you bring me?" young people?"

'S words made everyone's eyes turn to Alexandria, and even the Florentine turned unexpectedly to look at him.

Alexander stood up slowly. He did not answer the earl's question, but looked at the Florentine who stood in the middle of the hall with curiosity and seemed completely out of line with the surroundings.

This person is really too simple, so simple like an ascetic monk.

Even if Alexander compares with him, the clothes on his body seem to be too extravagant.

Looking at this man's style and thinking about his origins, Alexander couldn't help but think of the strangest and most controversial person in the world.

He is extremely pious, but not kind.

He admires nature, but hates art.

He loves his country, but colludes with foreign enemies.

This man is now ruling the legendary city of Florence.

His name is Savonarola.