Conquer the Dawn of Heaven

For a while, Alexander thought he had the illusion, but then he knew he was right, and no one else was lying on the bed, just after confirming the murder weapon by him, the Florentine who had been declared the murderer of Gondosa .

Alexander's hand involuntarily touched the hilt of his waist, and at the same time glanced quickly at the slightly embarrassed Masimo who was standing beside him.

Seeing Alexander's suspicious look, Mahimo immediately raised his hands and shook his head first, saying, "I didn't do anything."

But looking at Bruni, who was leaning on the bed, he could only continue to shake his head with a wry smile and said, "I don't want to do this ..."

"Who is this master?" Uliu stared nervously at Avant Bruni, who was leaning on the bed. Although he didn't know who he was, his hand immediately clenched the short knife in his waist, since the sea. After the distress, the Moors developed the habit of being able to touch weapons at any time, and never stayed away from sleeping even when sleeping.

"We are running around for him tonight," Alexander had calmed down. He could see Bruni's wounds unclear. From the face of the helpless monk beside him, he did not notice any conspiracy. But, thinking about Mahimo ’s talent as a liar, he suspected that he was all pretending.

"Traitor!" Uliu stared at the handle with anger and stared hard at Mahimo. "You liar, a lowly exhibitionist, you should have known that you must be such a person. Your people, it is your best result to fall into their hands. "

"Don't call me a liar. Sometimes I will lie to those women, but I never lie to my friends, even Barr downstairs, I don't owe him money, I will give him back!" Masimo was also angry, he Holding the cross on his chest, he raised it in front of him and shook it, because the excitement and rare excuse of not using various auxiliary words could not help but spit out from his mouth, "I will not betray him, he is my friend," Mahimo spread out. The hand said angrily, "He came to me for help and was injured again. What do you ask me to do? Give him to the Neapolitans and let them hang him!"

"Are you here to catch me, or do you want to kill me directly," Bruni struggled to sit up, his face pale, trembling because of the wound when he was sitting upright, but he was not panic, his eyes There is no fear, only anger and unwillingness. "It is very common for a noble master to kill. We know that one day everyone will be the end."

"I'm not a nobleman," Alexander looked at Bruni coldly. "But I'm going to give you to the Neapolitans. You should be punished if you kill someone."

"Yeah, I should be punished because I killed a rogue." Bruni was not afraid. He straightened up with some crooked clothes. The pain of the clothes rubbing the wound made his mouth tear, and then he looked Yizheng "Now I can go with you, but please don't involve Mahimo, he may not be a good person, but a good friend."

Mahimo opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped by Bruni.

"If you fall into **** after death, it must be because there were too many lies in your life, so don't justify me anymore," Bruni struggled to stand up. "I should be punished if I killed someone, but I No regrets. "

He said that he took a step forward, and then his feet were soft, "pop" fell to the floor.

The guard downstairs clearly heard the sound above, and as the stairs and corridors came closer and closer, then the door of the room was knocked hard!

"Are you alright, what happened? Do we need to go in?"

There was a panic in Mahimo's eyes, and he looked at Alexander pleadingly, and Uliu still stared at the Florentine on the ground with his knife handle, ready to deal with any danger.

Although it was short, it took a long time for a few people in the room. In the deafening sound of the door, Alexander said loudly: "I'm fine, I bumped into something, you continue to rest."

The sound of smashing the door stopped, and the guard asked two more times. After confirming that there was nothing in it, the sound of footsteps spreading away from the door.

"Thank you lord ..."

As soon as Mahimo opened his mouth, Alexander raised his hand to stop him. He slowly walked down to Bruni, who was trying to stand up, and squatted down, looking down at him seriously.

"You should thank Mahimo, as you said, he is not a good person, but a good friend," Alexander said, reaching up to support Bruni's chin, raising his head and staring at himself "but you have to tell me What happened, and it's better to tell the truth. "

Although there were four people, the room was very quiet. Uliou even walked cautiously, fearing that the sound would be too loud to attract the guards downstairs.

Bruni was lying on the bed again, and there was a pottery basin on the table next to him. The hot water was soaked with blood-soaked towels.

Although unwilling, Masimo poured Bruni a few special spirits from the lookout, looking at the slightly rosy Florentine, and Alexander sitting by the bed gently stroked the blade of his short knife.

He just used this short knife to clean Bruni ’s wounds, and said that Bruni ’s wound was not too heavy, but there was a lot of blood. This made Alexander again by telling Mahimo to go out to see if there was any blood. The monk was sent out.

"That Aragonese is an asshole," Bruni gasped, and the cloth he had bitten in his mouth when he just cleaned the wound was still in his hand. "God will punish everyone who commits murder, just like Cain. , I might be punished now, but even if I go to hell, I do n’t think I ’ve done anything wrong. "

"You are really persistent, maybe this is a common problem for you people, always think that you are always the most correct."

Alexander laughed irresponsibly. In fact, he did n’t have any feelings about the killing of Gondosa. He even thought about it. Even thinking about the death of the Aragonese seemed to be beneficial to his situation in Naples. At least now he is in the name. The only messenger of the Kingdom of Aragon.

However, this does not mean that he has any affection for the person in front of him, or that he is a follower of Savonarola, so this is enough to make Alexander dislike him.

Alexander did not like the Savonarola, now the ruler of Florence, and even disgusted him.

"You are so hostile to the rule of power, which really surprised me," Bruni looked at Alexander strangely. "You are very young, maybe because of this, you are indulging in extravagance, so you will not be satisfied with the rule of power, but I promise if you I do n’t think so when I see him. He is a truly devout and self-disciplined person. Compared to him, the cardinals and cardinals are thorough bastards. As for the pope, I think it ’s right to compare him with ruling Ruling disrespect. "

Looking at Bruni's seriousness, Alexander nodded. He did not doubt that this man who had just escaped danger and whose fate was still in his hands, dared to refute him, but he would not be moved by this bravery.

Unlike Savonarola, Alexander was different from those nobles who were only hostile to him. He was not a hostile but aversion to this paranoid man.

If it is necessary to say what is the difference, Alexander thinks it is "fear".

He had a certain fear of that person that the people of this era could not fully understand.

It was a fear of seeing the devil dormant in the abyss. This fear, after being washed by the blood of countless people again and again, would evolve into a real nightmare in many years.

But Savonarola is still far from Florence after all, and Bruni is in sight.

"You killed Gondosa because he was a rogue?" Alexander looked at the Florentine ironically, which is why he hated the Florentine ruler. He always thought that he was the most correct, and then measured everything with this self-righteous right. people.

"I saw him humiliating a Neapolitan woman, that Gondosa drank a lot of wine, so he didn't care about violence against the woman on the street, the woman's husband stood on the side but did not dare to speak out."

Bruni's words made Alexander's face slightly stagnate.

"Maybe this is nothing to the Aragonese, after all, they are the benefactors of Naples, you helped Naples get rid of the French slavery, maybe it seems to you that it is a kind of gratitude," Bruni looked at Alexander sarcastically. These words will bring you a bit of a scourge of killing yourself. "If you think this is nothing, you can give me to the guards downstairs."

Alexander didn't doubt Bruni's words because the lies were quickly revealed.

In other words, he doesn't care if the person has lied or not, he just has to find a reason to keep the person.

"So you and Mahimo are friends?" Alexander continued to ask, which was what he really cared about.

Mentioning Mahimo, Bruni had a slight smile on his serious face, and he shook his head, as if he was helpless to be moved by such a friend.

"He once studied in some schools in Florence, that is the school of the Medici family," Alexander noticed the complex look on Bruni's face when it came to Medici. "Mahimimo is an interesting person , He and everyone are compatible, and he is very talented, but he seems to be unable to persevere in anything, always want to learn more things, which ruined him a little. "

Alexander could n’t help but admit that Bruni was right. Mahimo ’s jumpy and impetuous character makes it hard for him to focus on one thing, and maybe it ’s too clever. He ’s even interested in what he is interested in. Not sure.

"So, you came to Count Modillo for help," and the atmosphere was almost calm, and Alexander asked the question that he really wanted to know. "Or you just want to know Naples' attitude towards Florence?"

Bruni's nerves that had just relaxed were tightened, his eyes became alert, and there was some alertness in his eyes.

"Don't look at me like this," Alexander stood up and stared at Bruni. "Maybe it seems to you that Savonarola is a firm and pious person, or a leader worth following, but in my eyes he is just a usurper Paranoia of other people's power. It's just that his life should be very difficult now, so he sent you to Naples, isn't it? "

There was an angry look on Bruni ’s face. He seemed to sit up but he was paralyzed by the pain: "If there is no injury, I will continue to fight, even if it ’s an infamous infamy, because I cannot allow you to insult that person , Not because he was in power in Florence, but because he was a pious and upright person. "

"Pious and upright." Alexander nodded slowly. He didn't think Bruni was lying or exaggerating. As far as he knew, even the enemies who hated Savonarola most didn't find a reason to criticize him for his own morality. But this did not touch Alexander.

A person like Savonarola is pious, so pious that there should be no other words in the world besides the Bible.

It is also bitter. It is so bitter that any delicious food can be regarded as a bait to satisfy the appetite of the mouth except for the food that can sustain the life.

He is even more serious, so serious that he treats all the good things outside the hymns as a forbidden fruit that lures the world into hell.

For such a person, Alexander felt he would never understand, let alone approve.

"Whether your ruling is pious and upright, does not conflict with whether he will make smart choices, don't forget that he has also worked for the French," Alexander continued to ignore Bruni's anger. "Tell me What he wants you to do, maybe I can help you, at least before I get caught and hanged, maybe I can help you leave Naples. "

Bruni looked at Alexandria alertly, and since he left Florence, almost all the people he met were hostile, especially those nobles and priests who always looked at him with pagan eyes.

Even many civilians are wary of him, it seems that the Florentines are as terrifying as the terrible Black Death two centuries ago.

This made Bruni feel lonely. He didn't understand why so many people were hostile to them, and he didn't understand that the power that had done so many things for the people would be so unfairly misunderstood and questioned.

So when the Sicilian said to help him, Bruni was puzzled.

"Why are you helping me?"

"Because I don't like that Gondosa either."

Alexander gave the Florentine a plausible answer. Of course he would not tell this person. With the death of Gondosa, his original embarrassing identity was completely different from before.

He will not be told that everything in the Aragonese in Naples could become his loot.

Although they are also descendants of the Aragonese royal family, the Naples are now not only going downhill, but even ruining their rule.

As long as he could not think about it for a few years, the country would once again face the fate of being occupied and finally annexed. Alexander felt that Modillo's ambitions were a bit too incredible.

No longer ignoring the inexplicable Bruni, Alexander walked out of the room.

Outside the door, Mahimo was walking in the hallway, and Uliu's black and white eyes were fixed on him, seeming to be afraid that he would come to throw away his clothes at any time and dress lightly.

Seeing Alexander, Mahimo immediately went up. He had just opened his mouth before he could speak out, and was stopped by a finger raised by Alexander.

But he said carefully, "Adult ..."

"bump!"

The very calm Alexander suddenly grabbed Mahimo's collar, pushed him directly to the corner, and squeezed it tightly against the wall!

"Listen to you bastard, if there is such a thing next time, I will let Uliu strip you, and then use the rope to hang you from the gadget to hang you on the busiest street in Naples, you heard ?!"

Masimo nodded pale, and he was so scared to speak.

In his impression, Alexander is actually a very good person, even sometimes a little soft.

He didn't see Alexander blaze, UU read www. uukannshu.com never ignored the small bargains of Mahimo, and even the sword he had forgotten where he came from. Alexander bought it generously, even though he had not paid.

But this time Alexander was obviously angry, and what made the monk feel terrible was that his words did not sound like a simple threat at all.

And Uliu's eyes next to it also made the monk tremble. When he saw the Moorish eyes sweeping around his body with bad intentions, Mahimo felt that the coldness between his legs was uncomfortable.

Looking at the monk's pale face, Alexander was in a better mood. He did not want to embarrass Mahimo, but he had to warn the liar, otherwise he would not know what else he would do in the future.

As for Bruni, Alexander now feels that it might be better if he can help him escape.

But now all the roads in Naples have been blocked, and he can't figure out how to help the Florentines escape.

"You two, be careful, don't let anyone find him," Alexander said a few words, and then raised his eyebrows. "It seems that I have to accept the invitation of Miss Cosenza and go to her territory for a few days."