Naples is not a mountain city, because although like most cities on the peninsula, the entire city is built in a row with high and low order, in general, the city is still built on a large slope extending inland, not on the mountain.

However, Mount Vesuvius in the distance of Naples looked majestic and dangerous, just like a beast crouching there that would burst out with terrible power at any time, spying on the delicious prey of Naples from afar.

Maximo got up very early. When he leaned out his head and looked out from a room, half of his head was exposed, and then immediately flashed and ran into the corridor, he happened to meet the owner of the tavern who came up from the stairs at the end of the corridor.

Mahimo was a little surprised first, and then immediately smiled. Before the tavern owner with an angry face opened his mouth, he had already walked over, and then stood at the stairs and patted the boss at his shoulder as high as his chin and shouted: "It's so happy to see you, Barr, do you know, Jesus Christ told us to bless the first person I see every day, because this person is the guide you start this day. So I will recite the prayer scriptures for you ten times today, without thanking me, this is also praying for myself."

As he said that, he crossed his chest, then grabbed the tavern owner's hand and shook it hard.

The owner of the tavern was obviously confused by Maximo's sudden enthusiasm. However, when he heard that he had to recite the prayer prayer ten times for him, he quickly responded to the monk's kindness devoutly. However, when he watched Maximo walk past him in a muttering manner, he turned around and shouted loudly to Maximo who had already run away: "You bastard, what happened to come out of my sister's room early in the morning?"

Amid the roar of the tavern owner, Maximo ran out of the lookout whistle with hands and feet. Behind him, the boss's couple's curse and screams from the window on the second floor became the horns of the lookout whistle to wake up all guests.

Walking on the street that was cool in the early summer morning and stroking the cross on his chest, Maximo began to reflect on himself seriously.

He was caught by his brother when he woke up so early, which made him feel that this was God’s warning to him. However, after reciting the confession piously, Maximo felt that his previous behavior was not so unforgivable.

"It is our nature to pursue beautiful things. If you block this feeling, you are just a soulless walking corpse." Maximo admitted that he found a reason to excuse him, and then made a cross, which put a perfect end to everything that happened in the morning.

Then, he saw the master and servant standing at the street corner in the distance and looking at him.

Mahimo smiled, he walked up and said hello, then looked at Alexander with a little interest.

"I heard yesterday that guests came to visit you," Mahimo asked in a curious tone. "If I guess correctly, one of them should be the king's teacher, the Josulnan, who is known for his erudition but has no real ability, but I don't know the other one."

Alexander nodded, not surprising to Mahimo who knew Josulnan, the king's teacher always attracted attention, not to mention that Mahimo who always hangs in places like the lookout, but he didn't know Gondosa, which made Alexander a little strange.

And to his surprise, Mahimo seemed to have a low opinion of Josulnan, which was exactly what he had after a brief contact with the royal division yesterday.

"Don't you like Josulnan?" Alexander asked casually while walking slowly on the street. "The king's teacher should be a very traditional person."

"It's too traditional," Mahimo curled his lips and took a deep breath of the morning air. "He is the kind of person who likes to read books and then does everything according to the rules in the books. Such a person would not be wrong if he is a scholar, but it would be too bad to be a king's teacher, and he is said to have encouraged the king to take back his power."

"Reclaiming power, is it the king not the power?" Alexander asked curiously. He had not expected to get more news from Mahemo before, but now he saw that this half-baked monk really brought him some surprises, at least he had not heard of these things before this morning.

"King Ferdinand's power is like the sand on the beach of Santa Lucia. He grabbed it tightly and then slipped away from his fingers little by little." Mahimo thought he had made a good example, and then he got up. "The king was able to command his army before, but in Safforno, the Aragons deprived him of his power, and then embarrassed him again and again. It is said that for this Josulnan publicly said that the Aragons were as bad as the French."

Alexander unexpectedly looked at Maximo. If he didn't think he was really worth nothing, he even suspected that Maximo was putting a trap for him.

Thinking about Josulnan took the initiative to visit him yesterday. In the eyes of the Naples, aren’t Sicilians not Aragonese?

But when I think back, Alexander realized that the Sicilians were really not Aragonese.

At least for the Naples, the Sicilians were much more reliable than the Aragonese.

Alexander shook his head helplessly. Speaking of the messy situation on the Italian peninsula, even the most well-organized people would be confused. However, now he vaguely guessed that at least one thing was certain that King Ferdinand, the King of Naples, seemed not very grateful to the Aragonese who helped him restore his country. He even vaguely guessed that the Naples might have known about the incident in Sicily, otherwise they would not have contacted him on their own initiative.

Perhaps in the eyes of the Naples, although Sicily is still ruled by the King of Aragon, the aristocratic congress should be more pleasing to them than the palace ministers sent to Aragon.

While thinking, Maximo had interrupted his meditation: "Why do we say these things on such a good morning? We should take advantage of this good weather to do more beneficial things, feel the air of this morning, and enjoy the gifts from nature. This is what we should pursue. Art is the source and this great feeling of his. I can even hear the resonance of the internal organs following the rhythmic rhythm when the air is sucked into the body."

"You mean, are you hungry?"

Uliu's words that made Maximo, who was immersed in his understanding of nature, immediately made him feel bitter.

"Let's go find something to eat," said Alexander, who had originally wanted to find this half-baked monk to lend him a stalemate, and now Maximo himself delivered it to him, of course he was willing to accompany him. "Then we can have a good talk."

"My friend, have you finally realized that you are talking to the great Mahimo?" The monk became excited immediately. He volunteered to lead the way and began to speak frostyly. "You should have admitted this fact long ago. You must know that there are many places I have been to and people I have seen, some are still alive but some are immortal. I have even seen the tigress of Friar, although I am a devout monk, but I must admit that according to the worldly view, the woman looks OK."

"I think you must say that you are also a guest at that woman's house, right?" Uriu finally couldn't help but mutter, and after that, he stared at Maximo.

"Of course not," Mahimo squinted at the Moors with contempt. "Obviously you don't know who Fry's tigress is. If you know about her, you will never ask me such a question."

"Oh, monk, I'll ask you for advice," Uriu relentlessly confronted him. Somehow, the Moors felt that this half-baked monk was disliked from the beginning, and this emotion became heavier and heavier, even to the point of breaking the rules he had always adhered to. "Is there anything special about this woman?"

Maximo's face showed a strange look, but it was not annoyance and anger that was speechless by the Moors' question, but rather a look full of ambiguity and jokes.

"If you know how the Fry Tiger treats men, you will never ask me this," the half-baked monk looked at Uriu with an ambiguous look, which made the Moors feel a little chilled. "No one can tell how many men are hidden in that woman's castle. No one can escape any man she likes. It is said that even the Moors have it."

Mahimo said and looked at Uriu again, which completely angered the Moors. Uriu's originally shiny face was already dark red.

"Okay, the best time of the day has been wasted like this."

Alexander interrupted the two of them impatiently. Of course, he would not believe Machimo's nonsense, but when he heard him mention Fly's tigress, Alexander couldn't help but remember that there were indeed various legends about that woman.

Even hundreds of years later, it is difficult for women to make a difference in a world dominated by men. Some women even pay a price to gain some basic power.

However, there are always a few more special women who are not subject to this kind of restrictions. These women are either from powerful backgrounds or have strong personalities, and can still show extraordinary brilliance even in a world dominated by men.

This Furley's tigress is one of these few women.

But now Alexander doesn't have so much thought about the woman far away in Milan. He is now anxious to find something in Naples, or simply cause trouble.

Since the day we came to this era, we have been a little too cautious. Now it is time to ruin our reputation. Alexander has ridiculed himself so secretly.

Then, his eyes suddenly lit up, and then his eyes narrowed slightly and smiled.

"Mahimo, do you think a person should be punished if he does something wrong?" Alexander asked suddenly.

"Of course, God punishes all sins in the world, and people punishes their sins." Mahimo nodded seriously.

"Then you accept punishment from God's will."

Alexander said, pointing behind Machimo.

The monk turned around slowly, and then his face turned white.

A group of men who looked like farmers were holding all kinds of guys in their hands and slowly leaning towards them. Maximo was so familiar with the look of catching the adulterer.

"Do it!"

Alexander looked at a small group of patrol soldiers who were slowly walking in the distance, and without hesitation, he kicked a fish stall on the side of the road, and pulled out two sharp harpoons from the fish cage.

In an instant, the originally lively streets were in chaos!
Chapter completed!