George Anne walked around the room with some dissatisfaction. When she heard footsteps coming from the corridor, she stopped and looked at the door. But to her disappointment, the people outside did not come in, but passed quickly.

Anne George felt a sense of annoyance. Although she knew it was not wise to bother her brother at this time, after she hesitated a little, she pushed open the door and walked towards a room on the other side of the corridor.

After knocking on the door gently, George Anne pushed the door and walked in without waiting for a response inside.

Earl Modilo, who was helping his servant take off his coat, looked back at George Anne in surprise, and then signaled the servant to retreat.

"What happened? It's not very good to see you," Modilo asked.

"I heard you want Joer to leave Naples?" George Anne looked at her brother with some dissatisfaction. "Is there anything he must do?"

"Just leave for a while, you must know that he has been in Naples for a long time. This is not good for people of his age. Going more to see the world should be what he should do now."

Earl Modilo casually told his sister. Although he knew that the reason was a bit far-fetched, he could not find any other excuses to send George Anne.

After all, George Anne is not the other nobles. As a mother, many completely reasonable statements to others are useless.

The stove against the wall is already full of chopped wood. Sometimes Modilo, who stays up late, will light a few pieces of wood to keep warm.

The weather has gradually become colder, just look at the blurry water mist on the glass windows.

Although the Mediterranean coast that enters late autumn is not particularly cold, it feels uncomfortable to feel like you have fallen into a wind-filled alley at any time.

Modillo hopes that the food can be delivered to the French as soon as possible, otherwise once winter comes, the French will have a hard time.

Although Agri produces wheat, the huge demand from Naples has taken up a lot of weight, and the transactions with the French cannot be revealed.

The last time James Columbus sent did not solve much suffering for the French. It is even said that due to various bad accidents along the way, a group of even became the spoils of the coalition forces.

It takes time to prepare a batch of food again.

And Alexander did not provide wheat for free either.

The price of wheat has gradually fallen with the arrival of autumn harvest, and the Naples who gradually escaped from the panic of food cuts have gradually become awake. They no longer blindly want to prepare some food at home for emergencies, but even if they want to buy it in bulk and send it to places as far as Italy, it still has to pay a lot of money.

After all, in addition to the expensive shipping costs, the current turbulent situation also forces people to pay a larger price to recruit people.

Modillo rubbed his forehead and felt that the difficulties he encountered were even more difficult to solve than the blame he had faced with Frederick. After all, the transaction with the French was not only a secret, but also worse, except for the tacit understanding of the people at the top of both sides, there was no guarantee that this transaction could be carried out smoothly.

For example, the food that James Columbus took away was not smooth except for the coalition forces for various reasons, even those sent to the French were not successful, because neither James nor the men he hired knew who the real "buyer" was.

The result was that the French really "robbed" the food after a battle, because of this, James even lost some people.

The French did not get what they needed smoothly. After all, the things they stolen in the battle would more or less lose a lot.

This made Modillo feel that he could not continue like this, at least he could not pay for the French again and again just to get the poorly small amount of food.

In addition, there is another reason why he decided to let Alexander leave Naples temporarily.

The coronation of Frederick had already been set. Unlike Ferdinand's hasty succession, Frederick's succession could not be said to be a time of peace and prosperity. After all, the French had already been driven to such a faraway place in Italy, and their failure was only a matter of time.

So there could have been more time to prepare, but Frederick still insisted on being crowned as soon as possible.

Modillo didn't know if Frederick couldn't wait to wear the crown and was worried that someone would challenge his status, but he knew that at least the last time Alexander's conflict with him at Ferdinand's funeral last affected the mood of the future king.

So the Earl felt that it was a wise decision to let Alexander leave temporarily. He did not want the conflict with Frederick to affect his plan, so avoiding Frederick's current edge would be beneficial to everyone.

As for the future, the Count did not think much. After all, the young man had too many doubts, which made him even feel that even if Alexander was indeed the Joel Modillo, it would be meaningless if he could not become a real Modillo.

"The young man is already very famous in Naples. He is jealous of the Bohemian woman and Cordoba's nephew," Modillo said impatiently, feeling that George Anne was a little nervous. "So it would be good for him to leave for the time being. You should know what that Gonzalo means to Naples, even Frederick should be careful in front of him."

"They are jealous, yes, those people must be jealous. They are jealous of my son, so they throw dirty water on him, and even more jealous of his current reputation," George Anne retorted a little stubbornly. "I hope my children can always be with me. Can't such a small wish come true?"

"There will be a day," Modillo walked over and patted George Anne's arm. "Your children will be by your side, but now they both have to endure some dissatisfaction."

"What, do you think Ruosha wants to leave me too?" George Anne looked at her brother in shock.

"I'm about to tell you about this," Modillo, who felt that it was a good opportunity, simply sat down with George Anne. "I think you already know that Kesel planned to marry Ruosha to Earl of Hosen in Taranto. Although Kesel was punished for the rebellion, I think his choice is also good."

"You want my daughter to marry that Hosen? Saren, you're crazy, that old man, you're even old." Mrs. George Anne looked at Modillo with wide eyes.

"That's not a problem. We have to know that our mother would be younger when she married her father," the Count interrupted George Anne impatiently. "Listen, I need Taranto. If we can form an alliance with Hosen, it means that even if we don't rely on Venice, we can get more help from the sea. Those Venetians are too greedy, and Frederick can swallow his anger for his throne, but I can't do it. The most important thing is that this can unite our two families into the most favorable alliance in the whole of Italy, and even the king will have to bow to the Modillo family."

George Anne looked at Modillo blankly, perhaps because she was moved by the scene he described. After a while, she asked, "Have you told Ruosha about this?"

"Not yet, I will tell her after Alexander leaves," Modilo tilted his head. "Before this, let her spend this happy time with her brother."

Just as the Modillo brothers and sisters were planning the future for another pair of "brothers and sisters", Alexander was on the large balcony of his home, watching the two people confronting each other in the room worrying.

Since moving into the Mid-Level Villa, Sophia was very happy for a few days that she finally left the depressing Du Yilan Palace, but not long after she realized that even when she got here, she could not get rid of Alexander's annoying sister.

Ruosha seemed to be angry with her on purpose, and would always come to visit her suddenly. Even if it was too late, she would come to her house unexpectedly. She would stay for a long time as long as she stayed because it was too late, so she had to stay again and again.

Whenever this happened, Sophia would open her eyes wide and stare at the two of them. Although Alexander had said more than once that Ruosha was his sister, the almost magical instinct of the Gypsy told her that there must be something wrong with this "brother and sister"!

For example, even though it was not dawn, Sophia still struggled to get up from the warm bed and walked into the corridor barefoot. She first looked at both sides as she used to, and then quietly walked outside Alexander's door like a cat.

But when she gently pushed open the door and was about to whistle and pounce on Alexander's bed, she was shocked to see a scene that surprised her.

Most of the candles burned in the room and blew in the cold wind, with yellow halos. The tables and floors of the room were filled with various documents, papers, and account books that seemed to be used for.

Several new-looking muskets were crossed in the middle of the room, and there was a low table next to them that had been removed so that only a bunch of parts that were invisible.

However, these are not the reasons why Sophia was surprised and angry. The key is that she saw Alexander and Ruosha lying on the bed and fell asleep!

Although both of them were dressed neatly and were covered with messy documents, they seemed to have fallen asleep because they were too tired, but looking at Ruosha who was sleeping soundly on Alexander's arm, Sophia could no longer suppress her anger.

So when a large basin of cold water poured down directly, the two people on the bed who woke up instantly became a chicken. What they heard was the "haha" laughter from Sophia with her unique hoarse throat.

Ruosha, who was attacked like this, rushed towards the muskets in a corner of the room almost without thinking. This scared Alexander. He immediately jumped out of the bed regardless of everything and hugged Ruosha, who was also wet from behind.

"Let me go, I'm going to kill this bohemian woman!"

"Calm down, calm down, you should go change your clothes. You will catch a cold and get pneumonia," Alexander said incoherently and comforted her. At the same time, she turned around and glared at Sophia, who was still smiling. Then he opened his throat helplessly: "Come here~"

The servants in the villa were still very diligent, so they came very quickly. When they saw the scene in front of them, the two maids immediately ran up to help take care of them, while the other turned around and ran to another room to get clothes.

This is also what made Sophia unhappy. Ruosha has a room that belongs to her in the villa.

From the beginning, Sophia felt that her territory had been violated. Seeing the maid rushing to support Ruosha, wrapped in a dry blanket, go back to the room to change her clothes, Sophia sat on the ground with some annoyance.

Alexander had a headache at this time, especially when he saw Sophia tearing a piece of paper into several pieces and throwing it aside, he couldn't help but sigh softly.

However, when he was about to raise his hand to fumble over Fia's head, his numb arms made him look back at the big bed behind him.

He wanted to explain to Sophia, but he didn't know where to start. After all, this is not considered "catching a villain in bed". If you say more, it will be suspected that he will become darker and darker.

"That's worth about 10,000 Durant," Alexander pointed to the torn paper scraps on the ground. Seeing Sophia open her mouth and stared at him, he knew that this trick should work. "Do you know, if you just lose your temper, you will lose a lot of money. If you want us to go bankrupt, just keep losing your temper."

Sophia jumped up immediately. She lay on the ground and picked up the paper scraps in a hurry and tried to piece them together again, but because she was too cruel when she was tearing her up, she couldn't get them together.

Sophia showed a look of depression as if she was about to cry until Alexander gently pulled her up from behind.

"Okay, don't cry, I'll just think you know you're wrong."

Alexander was about to pat Sophia's head, but before his hand touched the end of her hair, Sophia suddenly grabbed it. Then he saw Sophia staring at him with a suspicion, and his expression was clearly saying: You almost tricked him.

Alexander sighed helplessly. He knew that the trick he wanted to get away with was discovered by Sophia, but he didn't want to give up.

"Okay, listen to my explanation," Alexander carried Sophia away from the ground, letting her look at her eyes at the same height as herself. "We read those documents too late yesterday, so we felt a little sleepy and wanted to lie on the bed more comfortable, and then fell asleep. You don't have to think about it all. Don't forget that she is my sister."

Sophia still looked at Alexander with suspicion, then she raised the paper scraps in her hand and swayed.

"That's worth about 10,000 Durant," Alexander looked at the paper confetti with distress. "We are doing big deals now, selling food, vegetables, animal fur, and buying all kinds of things we need. You probably can't imagine what Agri looks like. You don't understand these things yet, but you will know when we get to Agri."

Sophia patted Alexander's cheek slightly annoyed, as if she was a little angry for him to perfunctory herself.

"Well, then I heard," Alexander lifted up slightly to let Sophia sit on the table, and then chuckled, "our Agri has enough food to fill people in many parts of the south. Now it is the season of autumn harvest. Whether it is wheat, rye or even bad oats, these foods have become popular because people have to store enough food for the next winter. In addition to money, we need more things Agri lacks, iron and coal, and craftsmen who are very important to us. Can you imagine how important it is. Sophia?"

Sophia shook her head in confusion. She really couldn't understand what Alexander was saying. She remembered that sometimes when Ruosha was with him, the two of them were talking about these things that she was neither interested nor understood at all.

This made Sophia feel depressed.

Seeing that the girl was not in high spirits, Alexander hugged her gently and said, "Okay, don't be upset about this. You will soon see Agri. It is very beautiful and I believe you will definitely like that place. And maybe by then Nashan will come, you will see Nashan."

Although Alexander had already told her about Nashan, Sophia was immediately happy when she heard this. She hugged Alexander's neck and kissed him in the face, and then hurriedly began to ask him to change out of the wet clothes on his body. For a moment, she forgot why she was angry just now.

And in another room, Ruosha's maid was wiping her body.

"That Bohemian woman is so hateful. Miss, you should ask Master Alexander to teach the savage a lesson." The maid complained in a low voice.

Ruosha glanced at the maid without saying anything, but looked at herself in the mirror and frowned slightly, and asked hesitantly: "How many years younger than that Sophia is, right?"

"It seems," the maid was stunned and then lowered her voice, "Master Alexander seems to like young girls."

"But her figure is better than mine," Ruosha whispered to herself, "It's hard to imagine that a little girl who is less than 13 years old is so big."

"But she is a fool," the maid said disagreeingly, "not to mention being a mute. It's so strange that the young master is so obsessed with a mute."

"She is indeed not smart enough," Ruosha agreed with the maid's words this time. "At least she doesn't know what is the most important thing to Alexander."
Chapter completed!