Vol 4 Chapter 126: Secret murder

The horseshoe stepped on the snow and made a burst of "poppy popping" sounds.
Under the vigorous pull of Alexander, Pagasos's forward pace gradually slowed down. When he came across Caesar in full armor, Pagasos stopped and snorted, and then protruded forward a huge horse , Gently arched the nose bridge of Caesar's vested horse with his nose.
Alexander looked silently at the mask on Caesar's face, and he could vaguely see the pair of eyes staring at him underneath the mask, which showed anger and hatred.
Pressure Mountain University believes that in the less than 20 years of Caesar's career, he is probably the most hated now.
"I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon." Caesar said naturally that almost all of his encounters were inevitable classic lines.
"You're in luck." Alexander didn't care about Caesar's clearly hostile words, and he wasn't ironic.
Caesar was taken away from Rome as a hostage by Charles VIII more than two years ago, but he quickly escaped. This time he was also free so quickly, which made Alexander really envy his good luck.
But Alexander soon realized that he might have said the wrong thing this time.
He noticed that the sword in Caesar's hand was shaking slightly, it should be because the hand holding the sword was still shaking or was strongly restrained.
"You know what, I used to swear when Charlie was hostage that no one would ever shut me up in this life," Caesar's voice was low and disturbingly gloomy, his eyes through the mask Staring at Alexander's face, it seems to see whether Alexander is really not afraid or is posing. "I can kill you now, and the battle in Livorno can end here."
"No, you can't kill me," Alexander suddenly shook his head. "Or you can't kill me. I think the Pope must see me, and you just want to take the opportunity to scare or humiliate me."
The sword in Caesar's hand was suddenly raised, and the sharp sword light drew an arc in the air
The hunting guards raised their sabers and muskets, and all of their muzzles were aimed at Caesar. Although they knew that if Caesar really cut them, they would be difficult to stop, and because they were afraid of hurting Alexander, the musket was obviously unusable. The muzzle is clearly warning Caesar that as long as he dares to hurt Alexander, he will definitely pay enough
Caesar's hand was fixed in the air, and his eyes were fixed on Alexander.
"Are we going to stay on the street all night like this," Alexander murmured helplessly. "Now I will move forward. I hope you can take this opportunity to let us all step down."
Having said that, Alexander urged Pagasos lightly, and with the slightly reluctant lightly struggling of the warhorse, his feet gripped the belly of the horse, urging Pagasos to pass by Caesar and toward the pope ’s army go with.
Paul Busaco immediately took the horse forward, and several hunting guards immediately followed.
"Passos, it seems that you are not honest."
Alexander gently stroked the warm mane of Pagasos. He didn't know if Caesar's mount was a mare, but he thought that the orientation of Pagasos should not have changed so trendy, so he began to wonder if it was It wasn't that the butcher who relieved Pagasos the last time had bad craftsmanship and did not completely clean up the work.
At the foot of Pagasos's feet, he made a very loud nose, and his reluctant steps seemed to become brisk immediately.
Caesar has turned the horse's head, he slowly follows behind Alexander, and maintains a not far distance from him, that is to say, if he wants to attack, he only needs to urge the horse to raise his sword and stab suddenly, you can threaten Alexander s life.
"You don't seem to worry that I will do it for you," Caesar said suddenly, and he urged the mount and Alexander to walk side by side on the street, but the mask of his helmet never lifted. "You are so sure that I will not kill about you"
"For a person surnamed Pogia, nothing is certain."
Alexander did not conceal his distrust of the Borgia family at all, and even he did not deliberately remove Lucrezia.
If the cunning of Alexander VI, Giovanni's suspiciousness, and Caesar's cruelty are all proofs of them as a Borgia, then Lucrezia's "changeable passion" is proof of her as a member of this family.
Even now, Alexander has been paying attention to Lucrezia's actions, which has nothing to do with whether he trusts his own woman or not. He simply cannot easily believe that Lucrezia's feelings are too rich and changeable.
Caesar didn't seem to mind Alexander's answer, but he wasn't talking to him either.
Seeing Paul Busaco staring at Caesar's back not far behind, Alexander smiled softly.
He does not easily leave Caesar behind, unless he is confident and not dangerous.
The stone bridge on the Tiber River in the Exchange is not far away, but this bridge is not the famous stone bridge that just passed the Fort Saint Angel, so when the bridge was seen, the heart of the standing river was seen from a distance, and the Tiber River was divided As the second island of Tiber, Alexander looked at a faintly towering tower from above.
"I heard that a famous alchemist was buried on Tiber Island," Alexander asked casually. He vaguely remembered that this should be the case, but because he had never been to the island, it was not very clear. .
"An apostate who was declared heresy by the church," Caesar said casually, and then his helmet twisted slightly, with his eyes behind the mask facing Alexander. "As long as I want, I can also let you be declared heretic, you know. Although the trial of heresy is now much more forgiving than it was a few centuries ago, punishment can reappear at any time as long as it is needed. "
The naked intimidation of Caesar Alexander just quietly nodded. He no longer looked at Tiber Island, but urged the mount to run toward the glittering Vatican Hill.
Alexander VI was having dinner. He delayed his dinner because he was working late, so the Pope ordered him to be fed only enough to fill his stomach, without having his servant reopen the sumptuous dinner.
When he saw Caesar and Alexander walking into the hall, the pope had just drank a glass of lettuce juice mixed with honey and minced ginger.
Seeing that the gray-green liquid slipped from the corner of the pope's mouth, Alexander suddenly thought a little bit maliciously. Was the pope drinking something that was said to be strong, was it to deal with Julia Farne.
Alexander VI did not greet the two people who came in. He just bowed his head and ate the food in front of him. The slightly empty hall rang out from time to time the sound of the collision between the knife and fork and the plate, and the sound of the pope drinking lettuce juice. .
Several servants set the wine glasses for Alexander and Caesar at the table, but looking at the red wine in the transparent glass, although he was very sure, Alexander was smart enough not to touch it.
As the pope threw a used handkerchief on the table, the servants hurriedly removed the tableware on the table, and the pope looked at Alexander through the figure of the busy servant around him.
"What's that Sazi in Florence doing now?"
Alexander VI finally spoke, but his first words made both of the people standing across the table slightly stunned.
"Maybe it is preparing," Alexander thought for a moment.
"Maybe" the Pope had doubts on his face. "You sold him so many weapons, don't you know what he is doing, maybe he is always serving Savonarola."
"Your Majesty, you know this better than me, after all, Peloto Cardron has reported everything to you."
Hearing this apparently a bit of irony, Alexander VI was not annoyed. He slowly took the wine glass from the table and took a sip, then turned his attention to Caesar again.
"It's a good thing that you can come back now, because I have a lot of things to do for you to do," the pope said, waving his hand at will to stop Caesar's opening. "There is not much time for you to be angry about what happened before. I have decided to reorganize the army and this time I will not allow Livorno to happen again. "
Speaking of which, the pope's eyes, which had always seemed a little godless, suddenly became sharper, his bright and prominent forehead seemed to be brighter, and the top of the head with a small round cap slightly moved.
"I will retrain the army." Caesar looked at Alexander across the table. He slowly took off his helmet, revealing a slightly pale face.
This face is still the face of Caesar that Alexander was familiar with, but somehow, Alexander feels a little different.
This face seems to have less arrogance than before, and more calmness that seems to be only after setbacks.
Caesar took the glass in front of him and took a slow sip. "I know how to train them. I will turn this army into a sword in my hand."
"That's good, that's what I want to see," the Pope said, glancing at Alexander. "Tell me, when do you think there will be a riot in Florence?"
Alexander shook his head slightly, of course he knew when the riot would happen.
Or even because of his reasons, the time of the riots has changed, but he can still guess the approximate time.
What Florence has become now, although he has n’t seen it before and can imagine it, especially as he enters the Great Ramadan, Alexander sometimes even has an impulse because he knows that with the end of Ramadan and the carnival With the coming of the festival, the world of heaven created by Savonarola will also enter a real madness.
Savonarola will ignite the famous false fire in the square opposite Florence City Hall to destroy all worldly sublime purposes.
The entire Florence will be involved in an unprecedented catastrophe of art and culture that cannot be avoided.
Alexander wanted to prevent this from happening, because it was indeed a costly destruction, and countless masterpieces of art that were regarded as priceless treasures even in this era are destroyed by a fire and no longer exist. With the world, this huge loss even after a few centuries, every time someone mentions it, it will be stunned.
And this false fire for the purpose of destroying worldly crimes is also one of the main reasons that Savonarola has drawn countless controversies in later generations.
But Alexander also knew that it was this movement that burned down secular culture that would become the last straw that overwhelmed the already skinny camel of Savonarola.
Therefore, he knew the time when the riot finally occurred.
But Alexander did not intend to speak out directly, because he knew that the pope might actually know better than him when the riot occurred.
Since discovering that Sacchi may launch a riot in Florence to overthrow Savonarola, Alexander VI can no longer sit still.
He began to frequently send various spies to Florence to inquire about the news, and even directly arranged for the people who ordered him from the local church in Florence to listen to the news.
Therefore, the Pope is more aware of the situation in Florence.
"In the event of a riot," the pope's eyes swept up and down on the two people in front of him. "No matter who ultimately ruled in Florence, I hope that the authority of the Vatican will be restored quickly, and that kind of hostility will no longer be allowed. The behavior of the Holy See also does not allow blatant offenses against the Pope. "
Alexander VI's eyes were a little anxious, and when he talked about it, he seemed to think of something to look at Alexander.
"That monk Mahimo, I allowed him to build a church, and I think that person is indeed a devout person."
Listening to the rare approval of the Pope, Alexander could only nod silently.
Speaking of which, he hasn't seen Mahimo in a while. Although he can still receive letters from him sometimes, most of the time it is not clear where he is.
Because the "religious monk Mahimo" is too busy.
Busy preaching, busy agitating, busy showing everyone his three-inch tongue, and sometimes busy going in and out of many different ladies ’boudoirs.
But one thing is for sure, Mahimo has now become a recognized advocate of the Pope's authoritarianism in the city of Rome, and even the entire Roman diocese.
He preached everywhere the merits and authority of Urban II and Innocent III, and then he criticized the absurdity of the era of the separation of the three popes.
In Mahimo ’s argument, the loss of the Pope ’s authority was the cause of the decline in the prestige of the church and the decadence of the people, and those who did not hesitate to help the monarchs for their own benefit were the culprits.
Mahimo screamed that people should be brought back under the protection and loyalty of the power of the Pope, and even proposed that it should be done from now on, centering on the great His Majesty Alexander VI.
When he saw the text of Mahimo's sermon speech, he admitted that he was indeed disgusted, but Mahmo's actions at all costs still played a role.
At least Alexander VI felt that this person is now very useful.
"I want to know if there is a riot," the Pope looked at Alexander. "Can we take the opportunity to recover Florence"
Hearing this, Caesar's hand was drinking, and his eyes also turned to Alexander.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I can't answer your question," Alexander shook his head. "I can't answer an unconsidered thing, it will break your thing."
The Pope's expression moved, and he heard what Alexander said. He never thought of going to annex Florence.
Alexander could feel two eyes looking at him at the same time, and seemed to want to know if he was lying.
Florence, the center of Romagna, the most luxurious and intoxicating palace of culture and art in this era, and Alexander did not want to take this glorious city as his own idea.
This made the Borgia father and son puzzled because they felt unbelievable.
"You mean you will not send troops to Florence" Caesar spoke to Alexander for the first time since entering the door. His tone was full of suspicion, and he did not hide his distrust of Alexander.
"No." Alexander answered sternly, his tone firm and decisive. "I can guarantee here that I will never have any claim on Florence."
Caesar looked at Alexander a little bit unexpectedly. Of course he didn't like Alexander, but it didn't affect him to take a person seriously.
So he knew that at least Alexander was still trustworthy in reputation, but because of this, Caesar was even more puzzled.
He did not understand why Alexander had to give up such a good opportunity, which made him immediately wonder what bad influence the occupation of Florence would have.
Without waiting for Caesar to figure it out, the pope had whispered an answer "Venice."
Alexander sighed inwardly that he could not but admire the flexible mind of this old man.
He was able to clearly understand the situation as a "coming person", and Alexander VI discovered the problem immediately by purely his years of experience and keen observation.
In fact, no matter whether it is the era of the Medici or the subsequent Republic, Florence has never been controlled by the Vatican. Of course, there is the courage of the Florentines who are not willing to succumb to outsiders, and more is the obstruction from Venice.
The Venetians could not tolerate that Florence, considered the center of Romagna, fell into the hands of the Holy See, whether anyone became a pope
Alexander VI seemed a bit disappointed, but he soon recovered, and he picked up the glass in front of him and gestured to Alexander.
"I already know your thoughts, but I also want to know your plans for the future," Alexander VI looked at Alexander in a flat tone. "I'm talking about Lucrezia."
In response to the Pope's profound gaze, Alexander slowly picked up the wine glass in front of him.
He noticed that Caesar's expression seemed to become a little nervous, his eyes fixed on the glass in Alexander's hand.
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Hearing Alexander ’s words, the pope ’s expression suddenly lifted, a glance of excitement flashed across his eyes, and Caesar, sitting on the other side, threw the chair by accident.
"You want to fight for coinage," Caesar asked incredulously.
He did not know what had happened in the past two months that he was locked up. What made him more aware was that he heard that the coinage right seemed to be related to his father.
"Currency issued in the name of Rome" Alexander VI had a slightly lower voice, and he seemed to be thinking about something.
"Yes, issuing money with the Holy See as the main body," Alexander replied, "as I reported to you before, the circulation is completely dominated by the Vatican."
"So how much are you going to issue?" Alexander VI's cheeks shuddered inconspicuously.
"Your Majesty, we must take into account the credibility and the guarantee that everyone can recognize," Alexander said carefully in his cup. "So, I think that in order to ensure the safety of the currency, the first batch of approximately Can issue no more than the equivalent of 400,000 florins. "
Alexander said and thought for a while, he felt that he remembered correctly, the Vatican ’s annual income and expenditure balance in recent years should not exceed 380,000 florins at most
There was an uncontrollable excitement on Alexander VI's face. He stood up and signaled Alexander to leave the dining table with him. At the same time, he did not forget to take the wine glass that had been carried by Alexander and never touched.
Then, when they left, the glass of wine was poured to the ground by the Pope's entourage who had been standing aside.