The blue waves are rippling, and the sea surface of the Di Leanian Sea is floating at the beginning of the point of time. The huge hull rises and falls in the sea water, just like a huge cradle with complex and exquisite workmanship, which makes the people on the ship feel drowsy Tired of sleeping.

Mahimo sat in the corner of the cabin, in front of him there was a wooden board fixed on the wall that could be turned over at any time. If necessary, he could lay the board flat and write on it.

Monk Mahimo, guardian of the lighthouse, Lord Agri, under the cronies of Gombré, Earl of Montina, was his private pastor and minister of foreign affairs. These are well-known, and as a true informer , This knows very little.

Mahimo has been doing a good job recently. Although Alexander has been doing nothing for a while since he left Naples, what made him proud was that his "talent" was soon discovered by the lord ’s sister. Not only did Lusha give him no less than Alexandria ’s trust, as Ruo Sha rushed around for the 'Free Trade Zone', Mahimo became a close friend next to the Countess of Cosenza.

This made the monk sigh more than once that "the light of gold can never be blocked", and he did not forget to raise a pen to write one letter after another to his master.

Mahimo has a little privilege on the boat. He can monopolize a small corner where the place is limited. The moment he puts the board down and sits down, Mahimo always has the illusion that he is in the magnificent office of the palace, but now He did not care about enjoying this beautiful fantasy, but wrote letters anxiously.

"My master, distinguished ..." Originally prepared for the beginning, but looking at the limited two pieces of paper in his hand, Mahimo decided to save some points. "Master, the Countess is ordering a diversion to Rome. Please be prepared."

After writing such a sentence, Mahimo carefully cut the stationery and put it away, and then began to write a report to Alexander after passing through Zuosha.

Ruosha sat slightly on the boat gang, her eyes turned to the port of Santa Lucia, which had been going away. The sea this season was slightly cold, but it was not so cold, it felt a bit warm. The sea breeze was blowing, and Ruo Sha raised her hand around the blond hair floating behind her head.

There was a steady footstep as he walked on the ship's board, and Ruosha turned her head slightly to see Connie.

This woman has been following Zuosha since she left Taranto. No one can tell what her identity is. If she is the female companion of the count, Zuosha is obviously very indifferent to her, but if she is a maid, her identity It's a bit detached again.

Connie did not care about this embarrassing identity. She soon became acquainted with the people around Ruo Sha, and people found that this woman was also very smart. She clearly knew what she should play in Miss Countess. Such a role, so after a few months, Connie Ou has been regarded as a member of the Countess Cosenza ’s travel team.

"Have you been to many places?" Ruosha didn't move. She leaned on the creaking cable behind her and still looked at the harbor that was going away.

"Not many," Connie seemed to be in a flash of memory for a while, and then casually said, "My father used to travel with me in his early years. He spent all his life savings on travel expenses. He even went to the Holy Land."

"Jerusalem?" Zuosha was a little surprised. For people of this era, Jerusalem is too far away, even more distant than the original Crusades, especially with the rise of the Ottoman Empire and the Ottomans' infiltration into Egypt. The road to the Holy Land has become fewer and fewer, and the difficulties on the road have also increased.

But the real reason to make Jerusalem far away is that the enthusiasm for faith is no longer there. The shadow of the Ottoman Empire has already made the Europeans lose the desire to regain the Holy Land.

"My father has been to many places," Connie was a little proud of her father. She felt that her father was more worthy of admiration than the nobles. "He is an adventurous person who once said to me more than once that the Mediterranean Sea is It's too small, he hopes to go to more distant places to explore. "

Noosa nodded and said nothing. She didn't really care about Connie's origins. The reason why she was willing to leave this woman was because she thought she should be useful.

Ruosha was more concerned at this time, it was Alexander ’s idea of ​​how to turn their ‘Free Trade Zone’ into an alliance.

For nearly a year, what Ruosha saw was something that others could not see for many years. Although the free trade zone has so far only established trade relations between chambers of commerce, Ruosha has vaguely seen another A Hanseatic League, or a shadow of another kind of alliance that is completely different from the Hanseatic League.

"Dear sister, we can build a world that belongs to us."

This is written in Alexander's letter to Zuosha. I don't know why every time I see the phrase "Dear Sister" in the letter, Zuosha has a slight toothache. It seems that there are always some inexplicable things floating between the lines. Among.

Moreover, Luo Sha couldn't help but notice the saying "our world" that made her palpitate. She remembered that when she first saw this in Alexander's letter, the kind of tremor pouring out of her heart made her sleepless all night.

Establishing a bank, and an exchange that can trade various commodities in advance, and the continuous and common market between various chambers of business, Ruosha thinks that his brother's mind is really something weird.

The world is too big, especially when I heard that the Castilians also discovered a new route to the east and a lot of land that seems to be the eastern world, but it seems that the coastline is endless. Europe suddenly became smaller.

Will such a place become "the world that belongs to us"?

"I heard that my brother has declared his sovereignty over Montina," Zuo Sha said to Connie who was sitting opposite. "Do you have any suggestions?"

Connie carefully thought about it, and of course there was a reason why she was willing to stay with Ruosha.

Her previous failure at San Niro forced her to change a lot of plans. For her, no matter who the lord king and who beat you to death, she is only concerned with how to complete her mission as soon as possible.

"I think you can declare support for your brother as Earl of Cosenza," Connie said with a smile to make her voice smaller. "And let me say something that might not be appropriate. In fact, this kind of support It will not harm your interests, because neither Milan nor the Venetians can threaten Cosenza unless they want to be against Naples while fighting the Holy See. "

Ruosha understands Connie ’s meaning, and it is clear that this woman is implying that she can not put into practice any other than nominal support.

But Lusha didn't think so.

Mahimo came over, and he took a letter to Alexandria, these things were recorded when he was with Rusha, and after watching Luo Sha, he nodded and Mahmo took him to him. Return to the cabin and apply hot wax to the edge of the letter, carefully printing the emblem on it.

But no one noticed that Mahimo clipped a small note into the letter.

Looking at the gradually cooling wax seal, the monk finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But soon a command issued by Ruosha suddenly made Mahimo start suspicious.

"I don't think I should be the only one to go to Rome," Ruosha suddenly found Mahimo. "Priest, you sent someone to find a passing merchant ship to send a letter to my uncle. I want to mobilize the army of Kosenza."

The monk looked at Ruza with a daze. He didn't know why the Countess suddenly mobilized Kosenza's army, but he immediately felt the need to report the news to Lord Lord.

So while he was writing a letter to Earl Modillo, he hurried back to his 'office' and began to hurriedly write down such a note: "Dear Master, your sister is To mobilize her army, she seemed to want to ... "The monk stopped here to think about it, and then continued with a little daze," Into Rome. "

While the monk was worried about the brothers and sisters, in the Dujran Palace, Modillo, the Earl of Naples, was listening to the report of his men.

"The earl had lunch with His Majesty in the royal palace, and then he invited the princess to play in the garden for a while," said a small Dunton attendant, holding a piece of paper and kept reading. "The earl seemed to treat the princess during this period. Very enthusiastic, but Your Royal Highness ’reaction was a little cold."

The count was Caesar, and after abruptly announcing his renunciation two months ago, Caesar inherited the Count of Sarato, Valencia, who was also led by Giovanni, and then he sent Naples to serve his sister Lucrezia. Married to the Alfonso Duke of Billy Shelly, the appointment was busy.

Surprisingly, after seeing Princess Irina, the daughter of King Frederick of Naples, Caesar suddenly seemed to be caught in the vortex of love. He began to pursue Irina desperately. When the princess showed coldness, Not only was Caesar not frustrated, but she even more desperately pursued the princess.

However, the father and daughter of the King of Naples were obviously not interested in Caesar Borgia. The pope ’s son was unexpectedly cold-handed, and even the marriage that should have been quite smooth about the marriage between the two families was somewhat affected.

"The count has formally submitted to the king a request for a marriage contract between the Duke of Billy Shelley and Lucrezia Borgia," the men watched the collected information and continued to report "The king does not seem to object to this marriage, at least I have n’t seen anyone expressing different opinions clearly. On the contrary, many people think that this may be a rare opportunity. "

"opportunity?"

Earl's finger tapped on the armrest slightly, and he looked up at his hand, revealing an inquiring look.

"Yes, everyone thinks that marriage with the Vatican will give us a better chance to get rid of the influence from King Aragon."

Looking at the carefulness of his men, Earl Modillo made a short "hum" in his nose.

"Everyone, so do you think so?" Asked the count, looking at the close friend in front of him.

Aware of the slightly strange attitude in the earl's tone, the cronies could not help showing a little surprise.

For those who are unfamiliar with Count Modillo, many people are very incomprehensible and even angry at his original cooperation with the French.

But the people around the count did not see it that way. In their view, the count was only doing this to save Naples, and it was the count ’s efforts that enabled the Neapolitans to be able to do so during the days occupied by the French. It's a little better.

There are many people who think so in the side of the count. They are more willing to believe that the count is to bear the burden for the entire kingdom. As Modillo himself has never admitted this, he is often regarded by these people as the humility that a true knight should have. And brave character.

So now it seems that the Earl seems to be allied with the Vatican to get rid of the influence from Aragon, which makes the cronies feel a little surprised.

"Adult, do you think this is impossible?" A close friend asked carefully.

"Ally with the Vatican?" The count asked back, then shook his head. "If I must be asked to give an opinion, then I can only say that this is really a stupid decision. Know that both Aragon and Sicily are Trastama. Is it not a betrayal of the ancestors of the descendants of the royal family since such an alliance with the Vatican? "

The count sarcastically said again with a "hum" in his nose, then he stood up and began to move back and forth in the room.

"This marriage will not bring us any benefit," Earl whispered to himself, but his voice happened to be heard by the people next to him. "I know many people want the Aragonese to leave our country as soon as possible. But it ’s not the right time. Have they forgotten that a powerful enemy is staring at us? "

"Adult, do you mean French?"

The confidant asked tentatively, and saw the Earl nod slightly, a trace of doubt appeared on his face.

"Adult, do you think the French will come back so soon?"

"This is not how I think," Modillo stopped and looked at his men. "This is the truth. I understand Charlie. He is a real ambitionist and a gambler. If he doesn't lose the last coin, he will never." Unwilling to leave the table, I bet Charlie must be preparing for his new invasion plan at this time, and if I am not wrong, maybe we will soon receive news that he will send troops again. "

The Earl's words made his men's faces pale. As a person next to Modillo, he did not doubt that the Earl's seemingly casual words were nonsense. On the contrary, his forehead had been soaked in sweat because of the Earl's words Wet.

"Adult, do you think the French will return soon?"

"Yes, soon, and this time the trouble may be greater, and may even exceed the imagination of many people."

Speaking of which, Count Modillo paused and sat around the table.

"Okay, you tell our friends what I mean, and tell them, I do n’t think a marriage can bring more help to Naples, know that we need Aragonese now ~ www.mtlnovel. com ~ not against them. "

Hearing the Count's words, although full of doubts, the cronies still bowed and left, looking at the closed door, Modillo reached out and pressed the mechanism on the table, and a dark grid popped out of the table.

Two secret letters were taken out of the secret grid, and the count read the contents carefully again.

"... Dear uncle, I believe you must be very clear that with the character of the French king, it can almost be concluded that it is only a matter of time before the invasion again, so this time Milan and Venice are actually not a big threat to Romagna. Once the French invade again, Unless they are willing to be Charlie ’s captives, they must stop the war with the Vatican, so whether they can truly become the owner of Montina before the French invasion becomes the most important thing for me at present, so here I I hope to get your help. Now it seems that stopping a marriage is a matter of immediate urgency, because only in this way will the Pope of the Borgia family have to choose to be on our side because of lack of help. "

Looking at the letter, Earl Modillo's finger tapped again.

"You are right," Count whispered to himself. "But do you really only want to be Count Montina, or is all this just the beginning of your ambition?"