When Alexander saw Joanna, the situation was no longer as "frequent" as Carlo saw it, but even so, looking at Nashan tightly, it seemed that the Gypsy became the queen of his backbone, he couldn't help but look at his father-in-law with a strange look.

Speaking of which, Nashan is not old. A middle-aged man in his thirties is full of mature charm. His mysterious and exotic style as a gypsy will also attract some curious women. His skillful sword skills and tough skills are even more impressive. If he is with him all year round, it is no wonder that he will have an ambiguous relationship with such a dangerous man.

So when he heard that there was some special Guan Qing between Nashan and the Queen of Bohemia, he was not surprised.

But now seeing him and Joanna snuggling each other, Alexander couldn't help but wonder whether his father-in-law, in addition to having good skills, was also a part-time job.

In addition to killing and injuring many people from Naples, what really shocked and angered Joanna was the huge losses caused to her by the bandits.

Even though the gangsters were defeated by the Agris, they still snatched away a lot of things. In addition to a lot of precious jewelry and bags of Durant and Florin, many things disappeared. Even when Joanna walked into the bedroom that was locked outside, she saw only the maid who fainted in a corner of the room. Some precious close-fitting jewelry she had originally placed carefully in the bedroom cabinet had disappeared.

Looking at the mess, Joanna felt her whole body tremble, and the blow almost made her go crazy, especially when she saw several empty boxes with broken locks, the queen's face turned pale.

No one knew that those boxes contained a large sum of money Groningen brought her, and now the money was gone.

What happened in the Palace of Marino has alarmed the people nearby. Although the French came a little slowly and when their belated patrol arrived, the entire battle had been completely over, but the French led the team were very arrogant.

He first ordered people to surround the palace without asking the reason, and then completely ignored Joanna in the palace and called out her identity to the outside, and ordered the people inside to disarm and go out.

When this request was not met, the French ordered an attack on the Palace of Marino.

Carlo immediately returned the color with the Agris. More than a dozen muskets poked out from the smashed window. The black muzzle pointed at the French soldiers who were about to rush into the gate of the Marino Palace in the open space at the palace entrance outside. Just waiting for a command, more than a dozen flames would erupt.

Joanna was so nervous that she approached Nashan again. She hugged Nashan's arms tightly with her hands, and her unfulfilled breasts almost completely buried Nashan's arms in it, which made Carlo feel envious and jealous when he saw it.

Alexander couldn't help but admire his father-in-law's ability, and then he turned around and looked down from the window on the second floor.

He was not nervous about the French surrounding the palace. Even if he saw French troops coming to reinforce him, he was not worried. He just wanted to see who would jump out of this farce in the end.

The flashing armor kept shaking light from the streets in the distance. As the heavy horse hooves hit the stone ground, a team of cavalry quickly appeared at the intersection.

At the front of the cavalry, a knight wrapped in black armor, rode on an extremely tall war horse. When his huge horse hooves stepped onto the Palace of Marino and extended to the first step on the street, the French soldiers made way out to both sides.

The French officer who led the team immediately met.

"Captain, I want to know what's going on here." A low voice came from behind the black mask, sounding like a murmur coming from the dark night.

"Sir, someone attacked the owner of this house," the officer bowed, his eyes quietly looking up, as if he wanted to see through the tight armor. "The one who lives here is Joanna of Naples."

The black armored knight stepped down his mount with the help of his followers. He stepped on the steps with his armor-plated boots. As he walked up, the armor made a rustling sound. Every collision seemed to hit the hearts of the soldiers next to him. They retreated one after another to give way to the knight.

"Let the people inside come out," the knight ordered the officers who were following him, "and tell them who I am."

The officer left and bowed to obey the orders. He climbed up the steps, looked at the guns that were sticking out of the window, licked his lips and shouted loudly: "Listen, in the name of General Henry de Charleon, the French general in Rome, immediately put down his weapons and walked out. The French army has the right to punish anyone who violates the orders."

After shouting, the officer immediately looked at the windows nervously. Although he didn't believe that the other party dared to shoot after the French army had arrived, standing in front of so many black muzzles, even on a very cold winter night, sweat still penetrated the lining of his shoulder cap.

Under everyone's gaze, the closed door of Marino Palace finally slowly opened.

Alexander slowly walked out of the gate and stood on the highest stairs, looking at the Frenchman wrapped in black armor below.

Seeing the black armor on him, Alexander frowned secretly. He knew that he might have encountered an opponent that was not easy to deal with.

Black always makes people feel oppressed, and the one who has left the most legends in history because of black armor should be considered the Black Prince of England.

That person used to be a nightmare for the French. In addition to the daunting black armor, what is even more terrifying is the horror he once brought to the French...

Because of this, the French often have natural resistance to black armor.

But the man in front of him had no such taboos at all wearing cursed black armor, and Alexander could feel it. The armor seemed to have a strange smell like it was integrated with this person, which made him secretly raise his vigilance.

"Who are you?"

The black-armored knight asked, his voice slow and low, as if he had even struggled to speak because of the weight of the armor.

"Gmbray of Agri, the Kingdom of Naples," Alexander slowly walked down the steps, his sword was put in the sheath, and his hands were swinging casually: "Then, are you the General Henry de Charon?"

"It's me," the Knight's eyes hidden behind the armor shone faintly under the torches in the hands of soldiers around him. He then looked at Alexander carefully. "I've heard of you, in the Bruenny Valley, you defeated Viscount Gronobu, right?"

Alexander nodded, knowing that the news should have spread in Rome now.

Although the coalition forces surrounded the city of Rome, for some strange reasons, the two sides were in a strange confrontation for a while.

This stalemate state that is neither like a war nor a truce has been maintained for almost two months. During this period, both armies were trying to avoid conflicts, but they seemed to be waiting for some news and results with tacit understanding.

So the battles that occur at this time become particularly noticeable.

The scale of the battle in the Bruini Valley is not large, and because it is far away from the periphery of Rome, the outcome of this battle has no impact on the confrontation between the two sides. However, this unexpected battle obviously touched the minds of many people.

"Gombrey of Agri," said the Knight in a low voice, "I want you to order your people out of this house immediately, and I will take away the gangsters who are still alive, and I will let them know what it would be like to be a thief in the city ruled by the French army."

Alexander silently looked at the knight in front of him who was full of oppression. Although he didn't know what kind of person he was, he could see from the awe-in expressions of the French soldiers beside him that the huge pressure this person brought to others.

"I'm sorry, I can't do your request," Alexander and his invisible eyes looked at each other with his invisible eyes behind his armor. "In Rome, Queen Joanna should be protected, but what's happening now makes me wonder whether the French can protect His Majesty. As for Agri's lord, I have the responsibility and obligation to protect His Majesty's safety. As for those gangsters, their accomplices seem to have robbed the Queen's property, and it is also my responsibility to recover those property, so I cannot agree to your two requests."

"I'm not asking you," the Knight suddenly stepped up two steps to the same level as Alexander. At this time, Alexander realized that the Frenchman seemed to be taller than him. He was paired with a pitch-black armor, and the black feathers that kept floating in the night wind were fluffy, and a wave of oppression came towards him. "I order you to let your people put down their weapons. In the city of Rome, no one is allowed to have their own arms except the French army."

"Including the Pope?" Alexander smiled.

"Your joke is not ridiculous," the Knight lowered his head slightly. He coldly drilled the dense holes of the face armor and pressed against Alexander's face very close. The faint dull breathing behind the face armor came into Alexander's ears. "Put down the weapon, otherwise I will let my army tear you to pieces."

"Then let's see the truth," Alexander slowly retreated to the steps behind him. "Our people may die here, but don't forget the lessons of Bruyni. We will let you see again how we defeated your people in Bruyni, and I promise this lesson will definitely be more memorable than the last time."

"Silly Naples," the Knight's hand clenched slowly with sharp metal gloves inlaid with sharp protective plates, and then he slowly raised his arm. "If you have a chance to surrender now, I will treat the prisoners kindly, and you will regret it if you miss this opportunity."

"You should call me Sicilian," Alexander was unmoved. He opened his arms slightly and slowly retreated. "I said that you will re-experience the defeat of Viscount Gronob, even if the French generals were in front of me."

"He's crazy," Joanna, who was standing in front of the window on the second floor of the Palace of Marino, said in a panic, "Is he going to fight with the French? We all let him kill him."

Joanna said as she looked at Nashan next to her, as if she wanted to get a response from him.

But what disappointed the queen was that the Gypsy did not seem to focus on her or what was happening below, but instead kept moving his lips, as if he was talking to himself, and seemed to be out of his mind.

Of course, Joanna didn't know how many things Nashan was calculating just now, but after calculating for a while, the Gypsy finally gave up the job that seemed too difficult for him.

Then the queen heard Nashan whispering to herself, saying something, "Maybe it was time to spend money to buy that black boy..."

Alexander had retreated to the Marino Palace at this time. He stood at the gate and looked at the Frenchman slowly rushing to the steps below, and also stared at the black-armored knight who had always stood there motionless.

"If no one comes," Alexander whispered to the Agri musketeers at the windows on both sides, "When firing is done, all the firepower is concentrated on that de Charleon."

Carlo was a little stunned, then slowly raised the musket.

The French were almost halfway up the steps, and Henry de Charlenpine raised his arm slightly upward, almost reaching the maximum height that the arm armor could support.

"Is it going to start a fight?"

Alexander raised his eyebrows slightly and slowly leaned behind him.

Just now, when he met Shahrun, he had the opportunity to suddenly attack the black armored knight with two muskets hidden behind him.

But he didn't do that because he was waiting.

The French soldiers were almost walking to Charlem and they were about to hide him in the crowd.

At this moment, a carriage appeared on the street in the distance.

The horse galloped, the wheels flew around, and the sound of the coachman swaying the horse whip came from afar.

"Stop fighting with the Supreme Messenger of Jesus Christ who exists on earth!"

A shout came from beside the carriage, a small group of cavalry wearing armor and cloaks embroidered with crosses.

"The guard of the Holy See." The former French officer shouted.

De Charleon slowly turned around and looked in the direction of the carriage. No one knew what expression was on his face behind his black armor.

The carriage stopped in front of the Palace of Marino, and the priest who had greeted Joanna in the Palace of Cardinal Montelo hurriedly got out of the car.

He walked through the French soldiers huddled on the steps and came to De Charlene.

"The general, the queen of Naples, is here, any attempt to violate the dignity of the queen is unforgivable, and God will punish sinners who offend the royal family."

"Dear priest, I think you forgot that the city of Rome is now under the rule of the French army." De Charleon said in a low voice.
Chapter completed!