Machimo's proposal to choose to enter Naples on September 15th.

According to legend, September 15th was the day when the apostle Peter left the holy land and crossed the Mediterranean and landed in Europe. The place where he landed was Naples.

Although the authenticity of this legend has long been proven, September 15, as a major anniversary, has been circulating in Naples for a long time.

Because of this, some people even proposed whether to change the day of Ferdinand's death to this day to show that Ferdinand, as the king, was indeed favored by Jesus Christ.

But this suggestion was strongly opposed by the Archbishop of Naples.

Although this suggestion was made, a deacon priest who was stationed in Naples by the Holy See.

Alexander's convoy entered Naples at noon on the 15th.

The sun was not very hot at this time, and you could feel a little pleasant and cool when you sat on the horse and ran a little faster.

At this time, Naples was also the most beautiful. Following the mountains, surrounding them like a girl's open arms, the rippling waves in the port of Santa Lucia, the steep cliffs on the shore were covered with colorful flowers everywhere. Looking forward, the city of Naples was already in front of you.

Before entering the city, the news of the arrival of the grain transport team had spread. The Naples gathered on both sides of the road cheered ecstatically, and even during the national mourning, they could not hide the passion of the people, especially when they saw the convoy full of food that seemed to be unable to see the end. The city, which was originally shrouded in a sad state because of the king's death, became lively in an instant.

Moreover, this kind of excitement was soon spreading to all directions. After the cloak of sorrow was stripped off, the Naples were uncontrollable joy because they saw the food. Although the arrival of the last grain transport team had already shocked them once, the fear of famine was actually always under their hearts.

The people were afraid that it was the only time for food to be sent, so they would continue to face the dilemma of hunger.

But because Ferdinand's death suddenly surged to Naples, the number of people suddenly increased. Looking at the foreigners with different accents, the Naples became even more panicked. They were worried that even the current food might be enough to eat, and if that was the case, famine would come again immediately.

This panic and the bad news of the king's death became a huge rock that weighed on the hearts of the people of Naples. People spent their days in depression and anxiety. As the price of bread on the market began to rise again, this panic became more and more intense.

Although the House of Nobles had announced that there would be no food shortage in Naples, people did not breathe a sigh of relief until the Alexander convoy appeared.

Each car in the long convoy was filled with golden wheat. Next to the convoy, a team of Bohemians who were more arrogant than the soldiers who had been escorted before were riding on high horses. They all looked fierce and fierce, and their somewhat alien-style beards made them look more rebellious. The strange but quite strong armor shone in the sun. The scary-looking scimitars couldn't help but slap their thick thighs as they advanced.

The Naples had to admit that this was a mercenary that was much stronger than their army, at least in appearance they could not think of any Naples soldier who could beat these almost barbarians.

But what surprised the Naples was that although the Bohemians were so rebellious and frightening, they all followed the young man obediently. Except for a few who seemed to have higher identities, the others seemed to be far away from the young man as if they were afraid. Even if there was something to tell him, they would immediately restrain their vicious expressions and report to him with as humility as possible. Then, as soon as he signaled that he could leave, the Bohemians immediately turned their heads, turning around and running as if a devil was chasing him from behind.

This interesting scene aroused the curiosity of many Naples, who looked at the simple-dressed young man.

A white shirt with simple cut style without any fancy decorations, if anything special is that the sleeves of the shirt seem much bigger than any popular shirt today. A pair of cycling trousers designed for travel convenience, the only thing that is slightly extravagant is the leather boots on the feet that look crafted and the boots are covered all the way to the calves.

Although such a outfit cannot be said to be shabby, it can only be said to be acceptable compared to any nobleman. However, what really attracts this young man is his appearance.

This is a pretty face with clear edges and angular outlines, especially his red hair, fluttering in the autumn wind in September, and in people's excitement, doubt and various gazes, it swept through the streets of Naples like a ball of fire and headed towards the city.

Naples was surprised with the beautiful appearance of this young man, but they really couldn't see anything special about this man that would make the Bohemians so afraid.

But then more and more grain trucks eventually attracted their attention.

When Alexander saw Mahemo, the monk was standing beside the wide road under the city gate. At this time, the monk had already changed into a brand new monk's robe. He looked a hundred times more energetic than before, and he already had the shadow of a church clergy.

Around Mahimo, a group of Naples and priests have also welcomed each other for a long time.

Seeing the convoy, Machimo walked out of the crowd and came to the middle of the road. Under the gaze of countless people on the roadside and on the city walls, he first drew a cross in the air, then stretched out his hands and bent down, and bowed. Amid the sound of low talk around, he bowed to Alexander, who was standing in front of the food team with secular etiquette: "Welcome to you, my master, may the glory of St. Peter guide you into the road of Naples."

Mahimo's words caused a lot of discussion. Of course, people know what day it is. If it weren't for the death of the king, a major celebration should have been held today, especially because it was the first anniversary of St. Peter's visit after the recovery of the country from the French, and it should have been even more celebrated.

But famine and national mourning completely disrupted everything, and St. Peter was about to spend the anniversary in sorrow and uneasiness.

At this time, a young man with food and fierce soldiers who could drive away the famine suddenly appeared in front of the gate of Naples on this day.

The priests began to pray, and their eyes looked at Alexander at this time were strange.

The nobles were whispering, and their eyes looked at the Bohemians even more strange.

"Stand my friend," Alexander smiled at Mahimo. "You are now a hero of Naples."

"No, my master, you are the hero of Naples," Mahimo said, turning to the nobles and priests, "My lords, allow me to introduce my master, the guardian of the lighthouse of the Kingdom of Sicily, the messenger of Sicily, and the Lord Alexander Juliant Kombre of Agri."

Speaking of this, Mahimo raised his hands and shouted loudly at everyone around him: "My master, he has brought wheat to Naples!"

"wheat!"

A shout like a rising tide broke out in front of the city gate, which was originally quiet. The people in front were shouting, the people behind were shouting, and even people in the city gate who were not sure what was going on were shouting because they were infected by the plague!

Everyone seemed to be crazy, and people rushed towards the convoy, and they surrounded the convoy in the middle despite the Bohemian scolding and threats. Seeing someone in front of them rolling into the carriage, they cheered from behind, without even using a horse. The Naples had already pushed the heavy grain cart towards the city.

Wheat! Kumbrey!

Kampray! Wheat!

Everyone who passed by was only talking about these two words, and only knew them. Whenever this strange team passed by a place, the people of the "escort" food team would shout these two words to other people who didn't know what was going on, and when the torrent finally came to the noble courtyard not far from the palace, the shouts of people had turned into "Gangbrey's Wheat".

The nobles and priests who had welcomed the food team were carried into the city by the people, and they were quickly scattered. When they finally tried their best to pass through the crowd and meet with the others on the steps of the noble house, they looked back at the shouting crowd below, and their faces were already pale.

Kumbrey sent wheat, which was completely different from "Kumbrey's Wheat"!

The former can at most make him a hero who drives away the Naples famine, but what will the latter be?!

The nobles looked at the people below uneasy, and at the same time they hoped that the great nobles in the nobles could come out as soon as possible to solve the unexpected scene that suddenly appeared.

"That Mahimo," a young priest looked at Mahimo standing beside Alexander and whispered, "Is he a monk?"

"That seemed to be a wandering monk, and I heard him say he claimed to be from Rome," said another short priest.

"Rome?" The others showed a look of surprise. "That wouldn't be... God!"

"What are you talking about?" The short priest was a little surprised at first, and then the same expression appeared on his face. "Do you mean he was instructed by someone?"

“It’s possible.”

"God, this must be reported to the Archbishop as soon as possible."

Just when the nobles and priests were at a loss, behind a large window in the noble house, Modillo was watching Alexander walking out of the crowd and slowly climbing up the steps.

"Dear Naples House, please accept my condolences for the death of His Majesty the King of Naples," Alexander first bowed slightly to the current nobleman who was the oldest, and then turned and pointed to the convoy behind him. "I have sent food to Naples, and I believe that these foods are what Naples needs most now."

Looking at Alexander, who looked gentle but stared at him, the fat on the old nobleman's face trembled slightly, and he could hear the meaning of this sentence.

Give alms, this is giving alms!

The old nobleman coughed and tried to say something that would make him feel as if he still had dignity, but looking at the huge convoy below and the pile of golden wheat on the car, his throat became dry and hard.

What really made him feel stressed was the crowd gathered below.

Everyone looked at them with desire and even a little irritable eyes, which made the nobles feel oppressed that they had never been before.

"Thank you for your generosity and for all you have done for Naples, sir," the old nobleman finally spoke, "Please allow me to inform the House of Nobles of your arrival."

As he said that, the old nobleman immediately turned around, and fled from Alexander like those Bohemian cavalry.

Not long after the old nobles entered the noble courtyard, after a few moments, the two heavy bronze doors of the noble courtyard slowly opened.

With the heavy sound, people's hearts suddenly became nervous.

The gate of the Naples House of Nobles will not be opened easily. In addition to welcoming the royal family or nobles with the highest status, it will only be opened during major celebrations.

Now the two doors were open to Alexander, who was standing on the steps and staring upwards.

Modillo appeared at the gate of the noble court, with a black robe covering his body, making his originally solid figure look much thinner.

Although he was cleared of the charge, he was trapped in another shackle.

The count now spends more time in the noble house than at home every day, and there are even a few times when he is too busy to have supper.

This was already very serious for Modillo, because no matter how important the matter happened, he would always entertain himself with a rich dinner.

But in the past, he had never encountered such things now.

When Modillo stopped in front of Alexander, he happened to stand one step higher than him.

Modillo knew that it was this young man who not only helped him get rid of the entanglements and accusations from Frederick, but also helped him gain a good reputation.

This surprised Modilo. He had never thought that this young man, who seemed to him to be so desolate that he had only left a Sicilian envoy, had become his "benefactor".

And he didn't expect that this young man from the country who had been wandering in Naples before, who had never really taken him seriously, was now a hero in the entire Naples.

Look at the excited people and the abortions who are still joining in. They are constantly shouting "Gambrey's Wheat". This shout even changes the faces of Frederick, who has always looked down on those rabbles.

A lord is not scary, and a hero is not worthy of fear, but a lord with the title of hero is different. Modillo could sense Frederick's fear of this young lord who suddenly appeared, because he himself was the same.

But none of these matters.

For Modilo, what really shocked his heart was the letter Ruosha wrote to him before.

"My most respected Uncle Saren, I have a message that may make you voluntarily give up the delicious food. My mother seems to have a child besides me.

Although I don't know who his father is, the young man who claims to be from the Monastery of Saint-Sebalon in Sicily insists that he is the son of Giorgione Modillo,

And you know this young man, he is the Alexander Juliant Gombre, who can help you, but according to his own words, he has another name, Joel Modillo."

When I saw the letter that Ruosha sent someone to secretly send, Modilo indeed gave up the delicious food on the table as Ruosha said.

He immediately walked into a secret room and uncovered a solid wooden box that had been sealed for a long time.

There is only a very thin piece of paper in the box, because the ink marks on it are a little blurred after a while.

But Modillo still recognized the line of words written on the paper.

Sicily, Karipo, Monastery of San Sebalon, Gior Modillo.

Only Modilo knows what these words mean.

Now, standing in front of this young man, the count's lips squirmed slightly.

At this moment, Modilo wanted to ask him: "Are you really that child?"
Chapter completed!