The two Naples flags tilted and crossed like a portal, covering the black square canopy. The exquisitely carved coffin was decorated with luxurious golden light in the dazzling flames of hundreds of candles on the huge chandeliers above the head. The coffin bag was opened, so that everyone could look at the king's face for the last time. However, a layer of nearly pale powder made Ferdinand lying in the coffin look not so beautiful, and even lying there with his eyes closed, his appearance was somewhat hideous.

Alexander had already heard someone begging someone begging him, saying that the king had already lost consciousness at the last moment of calling, so that the Archbishop had to ask for his last prayer to beg for forgiveness on his behalf, otherwise he might fall into hell because he did not complete his dying prayer.

But even so, people still talked about it, as if they were worried about where the soul would go after Ferdinand's death.

But Alexander knew that such discussions were actually just idle talk. What people really care about now is not whether Ferdinand would become a lonely ghost, but who would eventually wear the crown that had been placed next to the coffin and wrapped in a black velvet stool.

Alexander stood a little far away. He stood with a group of little nobles, looking at the swaying heads in front of him, and listening to all kinds of plausible rumors beside him, he felt that he was not as if he was attending a king's funeral, but as if he had walked into a large vegetable market.

"I said, my friend, where did you come from? I came from Upper Antenol, where are you?" A man with pockmarked face and a deep pit in his temples smiled at Alexander. Although his clothes were very particular, even in black mourning clothes, a string of flat gold chest jewelry hanging around his neck was worth it, but because his image was really scary, everyone around him was far away from him.

"Am I?" Alexander looked at the man with a little surprise. He could see that this man must have ruined his appearance because of smallpox. And from the deep pit on his forehead, this man was obviously in danger at the time, and it was a miracle to survive. "Come from Agri."

"Agri?" The man looked at Alexander in surprise. "That's far enough. You know, it took me five days to get from Upper Antenol to Naples when I heard the news that the king was critically ill."

"5 days?" Alexander looked at the man strangely. Alexander didn't think he looked like a lie, but this man lied to others as soon as he opened his mouth, which made him feel very unhappy. "So you took a shortcut that no one else knew?"

"I knew you would all say that," the man immediately showed an annoyance on his face, as if he had already been sarcastic. "Do you all think that you can't get from Antenol to Naples in two days? It's because you don't have a good horse."

Alexander nodded without comment. He began to think that this person was a little bit interesting. It could be seen that this person seemed to be a little nervous because he was often rejected by others, so that his slightest doubt would touch his overly sensitive nerves. For example, now, in order to prove that he could indeed arrive in Naples in 5 days from the place called Antenol, he began to talk nonsense.

When explaining how he could come in such a short time, the man danced and said and compared his voice. His voice seemed so loud that the people around him showed disgust, and more people looked at Alexander with gloating eyes, as if he was amused that another unlucky person was targeted by this man.

Alexander was surprised by this man's enthusiasm. Although he knew that he didn't know very well how long it would take to go from Antenol in Italy to Naples, and there had been a proverb like Rome, as long as he thought about the bad road conditions of this era, he could think that this man was bragging.

But this man seemed too persistent, and his desire to convince others was so strong that he had attracted the attention of the guards.

"Maybe you can look at my horses," the man finally revealed his purpose. "It won't let you waste too long, you will definitely believe me. They are all real good horses, and they are definitely worth your money."

Turns out he is a salesman?

Alexander looked at this guy with a disgusting look in shock. He couldn't imagine how he would meet a salesman at a funeral, and a king's funeral. This made Alexander wonder if the guards in Naples had already let the Bohemians kill him, and actually made a salesman swagger into the palace.

"Don't worry, I only sell the best horses," the man still chattered, not even seeing two guards standing not far behind him. "Believe me, when you see those little babies, you will know that what I'm telling is the truth, and I'm not a fool, and I won't think that if you deceive a great noble like you, you can still have good fruits, so you don't have to worry at all."

"I just want to know why you came to me," Alexander asked with interest, looking at the guards who had already walked over, "Why don't you ask others to sell your horse?"

"You're asking your friend," the man smiled proudly. "A good eye is the tradition of my family. Everyone in our family can see things that others cannot see, so I will pay attention to you when you and Earl Modillo come in."

Alexander smiled, and he raised his hand and pointed at the man slightly: "So have your good eyes told you that you should have left early just now?"

The man turned his head a little dull, and when he saw the two guards standing beside him, a hint of uneasiness flashed across his already ugly face: "Oh, I said, friends, listen to my explanation, I came in seriously and prayed for His Majesty the King. I know that my voice is a bit loud. This is a bad habit, don't get me wrong."

The guards looked at the ugly face with disgust, but they didn't dare to make too much noise in such a solemn place. They could only endure the disgust of the two of them reaching out to hold the "salesman"'s arm and preparing to take him out of the hall quietly.

But what no one expected was that the man suddenly started shouting!

"Let me, you lowly guys!" The voice hovered over the originally quiet chapel, and even the sparrows that were originally living on the roof were flew around in shock!

The children in the choir were mute, the chanting pastors were stunned, and the great nobles who were whispering in the front row could not help but look back slightly.

For a moment, hundreds of people looked at the sound in the entire prayer hall!

So the "salesman" who couldn't hold back his legs and struggled became the focus of everyone's eyes. At the same time, they also saw Alexander standing very close and watching this scene with helpless expressions.

"Let me, you stupid pigs, do you know who you are invading? Don't think that your dirty hands can touch anyone," the man had to twist his body because his feet were not strong enough to get off the ground. When his face corroded by the ceiling rubbed against the guard's face, the guard could only turn around because of disgust. This gave him time to entangle, but even so he was already caught at the door. "You self-righteous guys, one day I will let you know who you offended. Tell you, the people in the Columbus are not easy to mess with!"

What?

Alexander suddenly turned around and looked at the shadow who was left with only one corner of his clothes and still left in the door with an unexpected look?

"What did he say just now?" Alexander turned his head and asked the person closest to him.

"It seems that his surname is Columbus." The nobleman also said inexplicably, and then his face suddenly changed, but his eyes were looking behind Alexander, which was exactly the same as when Alexander looked at that "Columbus".

Alexander also felt something strange behind him, or he heard that the people who were originally a little messy near him suddenly became silent.

He slowly turned around and saw Frederick, the Duke of Naples standing not far away in front of him.

Or, it should be said that it is the Prince of Naples.

According to Ferdinand's "will", when he was dying, the nobles of Naples drafted a will for him, which declared that once the king died, Frederick would be promoted to Prince as the regent of Naples until a new king succeeded to the throne.

Although everyone knew that this will was actually written completely according to Frederick's order, he has now become the Prince of Naples with justification, and he is one step closer to the crown placed on the stool.

This was the second time Alexander saw Frederick, but no matter which time it was, it was not pleasant.

"The young man from Sicily," Frederick's tone was calm, and he could not hear any hostility at all, but Alexander did not believe that the prince did not know at all that what happened to Kosencha had something to do with him. "It was the young lord of Agri again, I didn't expect you to hide behind so modestly. You must know that just now we were all talking about the food you brought to Naples."

"Your Highness, it has always been my long-cherished wish to do things for the two great kingdoms of Sicily." Alexander bowed slightly and was about to stand up, but saw Frederick reaching out his hand.

A slight whisper came from all around him.

Kissing hand, in many cases, this kind of etiquette that reflects a deep sense of hierarchy indicates a strong sense of high and low. Over the years, some people have been fighting for the right to kiss the back of the superior, and even several wars have broken out.

In order to kiss the bishop, king, or pope's robe, back of hands, and even feet that have not been washed all year round, countless people have been willing to fight each other, but Alexander is obviously not among these people.

When Alexander walked out of the prayer hall, he could feel that even the guards looked at him differently. In addition to curiosity and exploration, some people also had a faint sense of excitement in their eyes. Any challenge to authority was enough to make people excited, let alone a future king.

But Alexander himself knew that this time he really annoyed Frederick.

"My good uncle, it really depends on you this time." Alexander thought to himself as he walked, "I hope that your arrangements over the years will not be just ambitions, otherwise we will have great trouble."

Alexander returned to the Bohemian residence with great worries, but when he first entered the door, he saw Uriu in a stalemate with someone.

Although the man turned his back to him, Alexander had already recognized him when he kept shouting "Believe me, the people from the Columbus family would never lie to you."

"What did you say you're called?" Alexander asked.
Chapter completed!