Conquer the Dawn of Heaven

The sudden appearance of Miss Lasa Kosenza surprised people.

The gold-like hair sparkled in the air because of running, although it was slightly slender but its tall body was like a flexible deer moving through the crowd. The young lady of the Earl's family passed through the crowd and was curious. Go to the open space.

"It's not fair," Miss Cosenza said aloud, and she turned around with a pair of lake blue eyes and looked at the Florentine. "Do you think this duel is fair, or what honor is there even if you win?"

As she walked up to Alexander, she raised his hand, and people saw the cloth soaked in blood.

The Florentine looked at the girl who suddenly ran out to stop the duel. Although he didn't know who she was, he was irritated by Miss Cosenza's words.

He looked at the girl angrily, trying to suppress the anger and said: "Which one are you, why should you question me is not fair enough, although you are a lady I can not challenge you, but I will ask your family, your father Or the brothers challenged it, because it was not just my own business, but my identity. I cannot accept such an insult as a messenger in Florence. "

The people around me immediately whispered again, but this time the voice contained gloating.

"Do you want to challenge my family?" Miss Cosenza smiled on her face. She nodded seriously, then slowly turned to look at Modillo, who was still smiling there, and said very seriously "Uncle Salon, this messenger wants to challenge you."

As soon as Miss Cosenza's words came out, there was a sudden burst of laughter in the hall!

Someone clapped on the table and some stomped. The clown who had stood next to him had turned several heels and finally ran to Modillo to start waving his mask.

Everyone looked at the Florentine like a fool.

Savonarola ’s piety and alienation have indeed gained a lot of respect, but this kind of respect comes from the bottom. The people are willing to treat him as a savior and hope in this turbulent era. What he sees in him is a real Full of self-sacrifice idols as great as saints.

But this does not include the nobility, not even the church.

The relationship between Rome and Florence has reached the point where the soldiers met, and today's Pope Alexander VI hates him because of Savonarola's unkind attacks on him.

So the nobles are waiting to see the end of that person, and even the messengers he sent are annoying to the nobles, especially his costume is completely different from everyone else, and the others are eating and drinking, but he is The act of dripping wine without sticking and just insisting on drinking water to eat bread has already caused people's attention.

Now that this man actually threatened to challenge Modillo, people finally broke out completely mocking this ignorant guy.

When Miss Cosenza called Uncle Modillo, the Florentines already knew bad!

He clenched his lips and looked blue, listening to the ridicule and sarcasm that swarmed all around. This small man stood straight on the open ground, and his eyes were unyielding toward the Earl of Naples, who always had a smile on his face.

"So, do you want to fight me?" Modillo asked seriously, and then pointed to the Alexander next to him with a knife in his hand. "There is someone waiting for you there, don't you ignore him?" , I really want to see his hands bleed. Why do Florentines like to fight for people who ca n’t fight? "

The laughter was already ringing in the hall, and listening to Modillo, people now understood his attitude towards Florence, which made people no longer care about, and the ridiculous booing that followed almost drowned the lonely standing there. Florence Herald.

The clown started to jump around the Florentine, and there was still a word in his mouth, and he said with a long tone, "The masked people have not finished a show, and the noble actors without masks have shown us a good show."

Alexander stood aside, watching the Florentine who silently and firmly guarded the last dignity shook his head slightly. He admired this person who still maintained dignity even at this time, but he also knew that the result could be said to be doomed long ago.

Otherwise, he would not reprimand Savonarola so mercilessly and hesitate to provoke a duel.

Although Modillo had an ambiguous relationship with the French, he was completely different from Savonarola in wearing a pair of pants with the French.

No matter what the purpose, Modillo was always a Neapolitan, and from the description of the Sicilian Legislature, Camille, he was a Sicilian who was persistent and restored to the glory of the Kingdom of Sicily.

Savonarola is different. He regards France as his brother and Charles VIII as his father. In his eyes, Florence or Naples, even Milan or Rome, should be saved and conquered by France. He even offered to suggest Charles VIII to enter Rome, which moved the king a little.

It can be said that Savonarola has regarded himself as a spiritual Frenchman.

Because of this, Alexander determined that Modillo would not agree to an alliance with Savonarola.

It's just that if Miss Cosenza doesn't stand up at a critical moment, he really doubts whether Modillo will wait for a minor injury before he can stop the duel.

"Adult, is this the answer you gave me?" The Florentine finally said, his lips had been bitten, but his voice was still firm. "Let your niece insult me. This will not damage my reputation, let alone It will hurt the honor of the one I ’m loyal to. I ’ll leave Naples, but I ’ll say a word before leaving. ”This man turned around and looked at those who laughed at him. He was not tall but very tall. It ’s sturdy, standing there as if the endless power in the body is steady and solemn, which makes the person who is laughing at him gradually lower his voice. "Your ridicule ca n’t hurt me at all, because I know you are actually afraid You are afraid of what you hear, and what is happening in Florence, because you are as greedy, decaying, unsatisfactory as those of our fallen nobles, not angry and only spending time with luxury, in my eyes you are a group of souls Body. "

The laughter disappeared, and the hall became silent. People looked at this man who had just mocked mercilessly. He was short, but no one could ignore his presence. His voice was not loud, but it made him think. The man who continued to ridicule him made no noise, this is a short giant, a warrior standing among the enemies.

Alexander shook his head secretly. The courage and perseverance of the man in front of him admired him, but they were destined to be opponents.

Not to mention that the two's identities were originally hostile, and personally, he did not recognize the actions of Savonarola.

It was indeed a pure person, a person who was purely black and white but not gray in his eyes, but he just wanted to think so, but he demanded that even forcing others to be the same as him, and never allow any different ideas.

Otherwise, the most brutal punishment will be imposed.

This is unacceptable to Alexander and the most disgusting!

"Well, I heard your declaration, and now you can leave with honor." The smile on Modillo's face disappeared, and his expression was serious, which immediately added a touch to the Earl who looked like a kind uncle. Majesty "But please pay attention to the messenger, don't stop and leave Naples immediately after going out of this gate, otherwise I will not guarantee the security of your identity as the messenger."

As soon as the earl's voice fell, the originally relaxed hall was quiet for a while, and the air of killing came into being.

The Florentine stared at the count unwaveringly, then bowed in an orderly manner and turned to walk outside.

"Please wait," Alexander said to stop the Florentine. He looked at this middle-aged man, half a head shorter than himself, but as steady as a mountain. "Can you ask for your name?"

The Florentine pondered for a while, and said, "Bruny, Ovante Bruni."

"My name is Alexander, Alexander Juliant Gumbre." Alexander looked at the strong short man. "Maybe we will meet again someday."

The Florentine called Bruni glanced at Alexander, and of course he had no mood to think about what it meant to defeat this Sicilian at this time.

He only knew that his trip was not only in vain, but Modillo ’s intentions were already very obvious. The cunning Naples obviously saw that the French were in a bad situation and tried to separate himself from the previous one. The young Sicilian came out with his niece to humiliate him.

The Florentine did not think that what happened just now was a coincidence. He felt that it was arranged by Modillo, which made him more worried. Thinking of the full power to face enemies from all sides, Bruni decided to listen to Mody Luo's warning immediately returned to Florence.

This is not because he is afraid, but to report back to the ruling power as soon as possible, and then face the coming strong enemy with him.

Not long after Bruni came out, he heard the loud noise in the hall behind him. The banquet was not affected by his departure. People cheered again, but this time it seemed to be for Miss Cosenza.

Miss Lasa Cosenza sat beside Uncle Modillo. She was not disturbed by the cheers around, but looked at the people at the banquet with a smile.

Her eyes were very clear, and she looked at everyone with a sense of inquiry. When she saw Alexander, her smile became stronger.

"Are you interested in this young man?" Modillo looked curiously at the young man who had received attention because of an unrealized duel. When he saw the niece nodded with a smile, he gestured to his followers.

Then the entourage walked across the crowd to Alexandria under the inscrutable attention of people, whispering in his ear.

In fact, when Modillo and the niece whispered, some people already discovered that they seemed to be paying attention to the Sicilian. Now that the entourage led the young man to the count, their eyes became heated.

In addition to various speculations, some people who know that Uncle Wang ’s son is pursuing Miss Cosenza have already said happily: "It seems that Prince Alfred is about to meet the enemy."

Modillo looked at Alexandria with interest. He felt that the young man was a little beyond his expectations. According to the information he had received before, he thought that this person was only in response to his previous request. Sicily was sent to negotiate with him on the redefinition of the border. Although his real purpose was not to demarcate the border, the young man actually said that he hoped to reach an alliance between the two Sicily against the French, which surprised Modillo.

Everyone knows that the Count of Naples has an ambiguous relationship with the French. This even caused the conflict between the Uncle ’s army and the Count ’s men, but it is strange that a Sicilian now finds him in an alliance.

Before the expulsion of the Florentine messengers, no one knew exactly what Modillo thought.

This made the count think that this young man was either whimsical or really knew something.

"Come on, let's have a drink together," said the count, picking up the glass and leaning forward. "I'm curious now how do you know my niece, and does the injury on your hand have anything to do with her?"

"It's just a small wound." Alexander tore the wound-wraps and threw them away. In fact, before the duel, he had loosened the strips secretly, and he broke the wounds that no longer stopped bleeding. He believed that there was Reasons for Modillo to stop this duel. He didn't want to fight a man with a fanatical mind. Such people are often lunatics.

But I didn't expect that the count did not stop at the end. Instead, the first time I met him, he found a lot of troublesome "sisters" and spoke for him.

This gave Alexander a deeper understanding of Modillo.

"He was injured for me," Miss Cosenza immediately said, "He duel with Alfred, and then he won."

The count was really surprised this time. He looked at Alexandria unexpectedly, and the people at the nearby table couldn't help being quiet.

Uncle Frederick's son Prince Alfred is pursuing the count's niece. This is not only an interesting topic, but also an event that has been enthusiastically followed by countless people.

The marriage means that the conflict between the two parties will no longer exist, and the alliance of the two families will become the most terrible force in Naples.

Perhaps, many people are even thinking that even the throne of King Ferdinand will be unreliable.

But at this critical moment, a Sicilian suddenly appeared.

To make matters worse, although the Countess's language is unclear, it can only be understood as a play of jealous drama.

Hearing this, everyone thought about it.

Perceiving the curious glances from all around ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Then looking at him with a smile and looking at him, Miss Lusha Kosenza, Alexander felt like she had fallen into the pit.

Obviously, this Miss Cosenza is not as innocent as her appearance. If you think about it carefully, you will find that her appearance is somewhat coincidental.

After further thinking, Alexander even felt that the duel between him and the Prince Alfred might not be due to pure coincidence.

"They are fighting for you?"

Modillo seemed to ask curiously, but the atmosphere around him immediately changed again.

"It's a duel for me," Miss Kosensa nodded vigorously under the gaze of countless lights. "Uncle Salon, you know, he's really brave, I haven't seen anyone like him yet."

Miss Cosenza turned her head and said to Alexander: "Although you made me angry, I still said your good words, didn't I?"

Listening to the Countess's awkward tone with her lover, and feeling the weird and inquisitive eyes thrown around, Alexander couldn't help but sigh secretly: My sister, it really can't be so cute.