Food, what Naples are most concerned about now is food!

When trucks of food appeared on the streets of Naples, people rushed to the scene and cheered!

Carriages, donkey carriages, ox carriages, and even sheep carriages. Vehicles of all sizes are moving on the street. The baskets piled up high on the carriages are constantly shaking. The golden wheat grains exposed from the cracks in the baskets are as gold as in the sun. The people who drive the carriage are arrogant and will gesture to the people on the street from time to time. One whistles at those beautiful women, but no one is angry. On the contrary, the people will cheer loudly at the Bohemians who drive the carriages, and some women even throw turbans, veils or jewelry down from the window!

The people in Naples were crazy, and people chased the convoy forward, and more and more people came when they heard the news. Wherever the convoy went, it was like a huge vortex with attractiveness. The Naples followed the grain transport team towards the center of the city like a fish sucked in by this vortex.

Hunger has made many people's eyes turn blue. If it weren't for the Bohemians who were escorting the car, it would have been difficult to mess with, and someone would have rushed up to grab the wheat in the car.

The convoy passed through the old city of Roman times, and the new palace in the distance was vivid in my mind. As the streets widened, it became more and more difficult for the convoy to move forward, because more people had arrived after hearing the news. Finally, the streets were completely blocked, and people surrounded the convoy transporting grain like pilgrimage and cheered!

People kept asking loudly where these people came from and how much food they had transported.

"Come from Agri, but we are not farming," said a Bohemian in front of the team proudly to the Naples who were surrounding him. "We are not good at farm work. We are warriors, and playing with sabers is better than playing forks."

"How much food have you sent?"

"Enough, if we didn't have so many vehicles, we could send more food," the Bohemian pointed proudly with his thumb back. "Look, we sent these foods from Kosenza, and there will be more food later."

"How many people in the city can eat bread?"

People urgently asked, and in the end, even the convoy's way forward was blocked.

"Let's go, hurry up," the Bohemian began to become impatient. "The man said we must deliver the food today, or we will be good-looking. If you want to know more about it and ask the guy behind him, he will definitely tell you more. Now get out of here."

The Bohemian threat did not work. On the contrary, when it was heard that more food would come, even louder cheers broke out in the crowd.

"Agri's food! It was the people of Earl Kosencha who sent the food!" someone shouted excitedly.

"It is Agri's food, but it is not the Earl of Kosencha who brought you this food, but my master!"

A young monk in a monastic robe who kept calling himself a master stood on a pile of food in a carriage and shouted loudly to the people below, "When my master heard that the Naples were facing a hunger, he began to prepare for this day, and he even spent a lot of money to let the Bohemians use their war horses as horses, in order to send more food to Naples."

"Who is your master? Isn't Agri the territory of the Earl of Kosencha?" someone asked in confusion.

"Who did you hear this?" the monk shouted condescendingly to the man in a questioning tone. "The fields of the Agri Plain are now guarded by my master. In order to protect this field, he led us to fight against the enemy and hired brave Bohemians as warriors."

"Did you send these foods?" Another shouted loudly, "Who is your master? Why do you still have to fight? Have the pagans fought to Agri?"

"I don't know where the pagans are, but there are indeed people who want to take away Agri's food, which is what you see now that you will not starve!" Seeing more and more people gathered, Mahimo, who was quite mad, jumped onto the highest place in the carriage and shouted loudly, "I can't tell you who this enemy is, but my master, the messenger of the Kingdom of Sicily on the other side of the lighthouse, Lord Alexander Juliant Kombre, known as the guardian of the lighthouse, saved Agri's fields, and ordered us to send precious food to the Naples and his friendship with the Naples."

"Who is this Alexander?"

"The messenger of Sicily? Then this man is not a Naples anymore? How could he be in Agri?"

"Is Agri's food really enough for the whole Naples?"

More questions came from all directions. Looking at the spectacular scene of people surging below, Maximo immediately felt his whole body trembling, but not because of fear but excitement. He stood on the pile of grain, stretching his arms and slowly turning his body like a cross, so that everyone on the street could see him.

"My master is a noble master. He has no demands on the Naples. He only hopes to become a messenger to make the brotherly kingdoms on both sides of the lighthouse."

"Tell us how much food is?" Someone asked loudly and immediately received responses from countless people. "Tell us, will Agri send more food?"

Mahimo raised his hand and pointed hard at the direction of the questioning voice among the crowd: "Good question, I can tell you what my master said to me, and he said to me, 'Tell the people of Naples that there is enough food on the Agri Plain to make them eat enough every meal, if you are not afraid of breaking their big belly'."

Mahimo's words immediately caused cheers, and people shouted a name: Alexander Juliant Gombre, the messenger from Sicily, who sent food to the Naples and the benefactor of hope!

At this moment, someone suddenly asked in the crowd loudly: "Monk, who is the enemy you are talking about? Is it Modilo? Is he going to starve us all to death?"

The crowd suddenly became quiet, and then like a huge wave suddenly burst out, many people shouted: "You are right, it's Modilo, that shameful traitor, who wants to starve all of us to death, let the king sentence him to death, and hang him on the city gate!"

People kept yelling and looking at Maximo who was standing on the food truck. Just waiting for him to say "yes", they would rush to the nobles' courtyard and force the nobles to immediately execute the person who had already made the whole city hate him to the core.

"What are you talking about?!" But the monks gave them the answer, astonished and angry, "How could you say that to your benefactor? Do the Naples can't even tell the minimum of good or evil because of hunger?"

Mahimo first questioned this, and then shouted to the people below with all his might: "Do you know what Count Modilo has done for you? Do you know who would rather bear the infamy than find food for the Naples? Do you know who asked my master for help again and again, so that my master could understand the danger facing Naples?"

"Is it an earl?" someone asked in confusion not far away.

"Of course it's him, Lord Modillo, Earl of Naples!" Mahimo swung his fist. "It was from the earl that my master heard about the famine that was happening in Naples, and it was also the earl who proposed that he was willing to pay the price of food with his own money, just to prevent every Naples from hungering at this time.

Maximo's words made the people around the convoy confused. They looked at each other in shock, not knowing who to believe for a moment.

After all, just now people were still shouting to hang the hateful traitor, but now this monk told them that the person they hated was actually a hero who saved the entire city, which was really unacceptable to them.

"Look at these foods!" Modilo stamped the thick pile of food under his feet. "As a servant of God, I will not lie, and these foods will not lie. Do you think I am lying after eating these foods and making bread?"

"Yes, food won't lie!"

Someone responded loudly, and at the same time, people's eyes became more and more hot.

Standing in the car, Mahimo pointed to the distance: "Let us go to the palace to see the king, and then these foods are yours. Naples, I promise you in the name of Lord Alexander Juliant Kombre, my master, that you will not be hungry soon!"

The cry of joy resounded over the streets again, and people surrounded the convoys and began to move towards the palace as if they were defending holy objects.

Although we know that Ferdinand is critically ill, people still hope that the king can hear this good news at this time, and perhaps a miracle will happen.

With this mentality, people gathered from different tributaries rushed out of the streets and alleys, surrounded by a convoy slowly but unstoppable torrent to move towards the palace, so that when a small group of cavalry of the city defense force appeared on the street in front of the palace, they quickly turned around and ran away because of fear of giving up their responsibilities.

"Go and report the king to the good news!"

Maximo shouted loudly to the people below. Listening to the stacks of sounds echoing the shouts, the monk suddenly felt that his whole body was about to swell.

Another team of larger cavalry came to the team. They looked at the crowd moving forward uneasy because they didn't know what was going on and didn't know what to do for a moment.

A horn sounded, and a knight in gorgeous armor crossed the team and came to the front. When he saw Maximo, the young knight couldn't help but look confused because he felt familiar.

"Salute to you, dear prince," Mahimo recognized Alfred at a glance. "I will pay tribute to you, Lord Kombre."

Mahimo's words immediately caused another cheer around, but Alfred's face became ugly.

"What is he going to do that Kombrey?"

"My master just brought food to the Naples," Mahimo stood very high, so when he looked at Alfred with condescendingly, he was not nervous at all. Perhaps because there were countless people around him staring at him. The impulse of people coming to madness made him continue to shout loudly, "Your Highness, please do not stop our team, the Naples are starving."

Mahimo's words once again caused a wave of echoes among the people. Alfred's face was gloomy. Although Alexander sent people to deliver food, when he heard that Alexander's people publicly defended Modillo on the street, even if he did not have the intelligence of his father, Alfred realized that things were going to be bad!

He sent cavalry to try to stop the convoys of food transport, but the cavalry quickly fled back, and Alfred had to go on his own, knowing that at this time the nobles were questioning Modilo, and that the sudden appearance of food team would likely destroy his father's plan.

Alfred thought he loved Ruosha very much, but he was even more afraid of his father.

"No one can pass! The House of Nobles is holding an important meeting," Alfred ordered loudly, and he waved to the cavalry behind him to command them to form a wall of humans. "Anyone who tries to pass is considered rebellion!"

A scream of dissatisfaction broke out in the crowd. People didn't know what was going on, why the food team was stopped, and they didn't know why the prince was so hostile to the person who sent them food.

The crowd kept surging forward, but the sharp spear of the city defense army made them dare not move forward. Complaints appeared in the crowd, and then the complaining became higher and higher. Someone jumped onto the low building next to him and kept shouting at the people in the distance, telling them what was going on, which attracted even greater dissatisfaction!

Alfred was already sweating, not because of the heat but because of the tension. He ordered the cavalry around him to stand firm, and at the same time ordered people to quickly report what happened here to his father. He believed that as long as his father came over, as the Duke of Naples and the future heir to the throne, he would definitely calm these people who were about to riot.

But it seems too late!

Just as the people he sent left, Alfred suddenly saw a strangely dressed cavalry running out of the opponent's food team!

The cavalry's horse was very fast, and the whole person was almost completely attached to the horse. The short distance between the two sides was not even waiting for Alfred to warn him, and the cavalry had rushed to him!

With his arms raised, Alfred had only time to see the man's dark beard flashing in front of his eyes. With the bright sword light falling in front of him, accompanied by the war horse under his crotch, Alfred, wearing heavy armor, had already fallen from the headless corpse that was chopped off with a knife and was still squirting blood!

Almost as Alfred landed his war horse, a group of Bohemians, who were originally grooms, were already roaring towards the terrified city defense force!

The formation of the city defense force, which was not even the regular army of Naples, was defeated in an instant and completely dispersed by the fierce Bohemians!

Under the impact of the Bohemians like madmen, the city defense forces were crowded together in chaos, but then they were broken into pieces by the Bohemian mercenaries rushing over.

Although the Bohemians did not kill, the city defense forces, who were hit by the heavy sword or were directly overturned from the horse, still screamed. In contrast to their embarrassment under the whirlwind of Bohemia, was the shocking cheers from the Naples people!

Alfred was not injured because of the protection of armor, but his heart was a little cold. When he realized that the people were cheering for the Bohemians defeating Naples' own army, even though he did not fully understand how terrible the cheer was behind it, he knew that things were really bad.

When the Bohemian who had cut off the horse's head returned to him, Alfrell realized that in just a short while, his city defense force had been "annihilated", and the soldiers who dared not move around or broke their bones when they fell off their horses because they were not lucky enough to leave, and the food transport team began to flow towards the palace like a torrent of the abominable monk!

"In the name of my master, Lord Gombre, I am willing to take responsibility for everything that has just happened," Mahimo shouted to the crowd. "But even if I want to punish me, I will fulfill the mission given to me by my master. These foods belong to the people of Naples. Go to the palace to see the king!"

"Go to the palace! See the king!!"

Countless people shouted to integrate into the team. At this time, for the Naples, the food team was no longer known to bring them food and bread, but a spiritual pillar that no one could tell what it contained. Hunger had made them unable to vent for too long, and Frederick's repeated suppression of the rioters made them feel extremely depressed.

So when they saw the Bohemians teach the city defense force a lesson, they not only did not get angry but cheered. For a moment, the grain transport team from Agri not only became the hope to get them out of hunger, but also became the most reliable ally.

No one went to see Alfred, who was dragged to the side of the road by several followers in a mess. People shouted and walked past the prince.

At this moment, Alfred unexpectedly discovered that the monk pulled out two flags from a cloth bag, one with the Modillo family heraldry that he was very familiar with, and the other was a very strange flag.

Both flags were laid high on the highest grain stack. For a moment, all the people surrounding the grain truck seemed to surrender under the two flags. As the crowd following the convoy spread backwards, people's attention began to be attracted by the flag on the grain truck that was constantly moving forward.

It was at this time that the nobles in the nobles heard the sounds and began to become uneasy. Some people had even begun to look for a back door where to escape.

This is because as the sound of the sound approached, they could clearly hear what people were shouting: Go to the palace! See the king!

These are not the reasons that make the nobles panic. What really makes them uneasy is the people who keep shouting: Gombrey! Modilo! And the truth!

Who is Kombre? Most people don’t know, but from today on, this person’s name will definitely be a household name in Naples, even louder than many nobles.

As for Modilo, this count, who is said to be a family longer than the royal family, is facing their inquiries or trials at this time!

This made the nobles completely panic.

They understand very well that the people may not really need the truth, or that they don't care whether Modillo was wronged. All they want is hunger and long-suppressed vent.

But they are now judging a Naples' oldest nobleman and a man who may become a hero in the eyes of the people.

Sweat appeared on Frederick's forehead. He knew very well how terrible the violent people were, and he knew better what kind of disaster would be for his future succession to the throne if he could not calm the Naples at this time.

His eyes looked at Modillo standing opposite him.

After the news came, the man who was originally speaking was silent. He now even closed his eyes and twisted his hands with his hands, which was said to have been brought back from Rome, with several rosary beads with holy bones in it, nourishing his spirits.
To be continued...