Vol 7 Chapter 80: Caesar's death

Quiet, there is no reason, but it makes people feel uneasy quiet.
Alexander VI seemed to feel something, he looked up slightly at the door.
This room is the living room of Alexander VI in the Vatican. Although he is known for his depravity and even ridiculousness, he has not yet reached the point of doing absurd things in the seat of the Holy See, so although the living room is magnificent, it is quite satisfactory, and it is everywhere now. Compared with the extravagance, it is almost the most unpretentious place in the whole Roman city.
The only thing that dissatisfied Alexander VI was that he could n’t get quiet here.
Perhaps it was because there were some problems with the building when it was first built. From here, you can always hear various high or low sounds in the corridor. Even if the people passing the door have been careful, they will often disturb the inside. pope.
Alexander VI did not think about changing places to rest, just because this living room was once used by Gregory XI, and it was the pope who determined the Vatican ’s regulations as the residence of the pope during his reign.
Alexander VI regarded himself as the key person who made the Vatican glory because he saved the Holy See from the predicament because of the bad financial situation, and it was because of this that the Pope ’s authority was already in decline. It is slowly being re-established, which makes Alexander VI feel that he can live in this living room as a representative image of the new Vatican.
Even tolerating those disturbing headaches is nothing.
I just do n’t know how, but the quiet outside today is a bit surprising. Everyone seems to be gone.
Alexander VI raised his head again to look at the door, and then lowered his head to start looking at the advisory statements he had to make at the cardinal meeting on reducing the issuance of gold coins from Ladia.
Suddenly, an unexplained noise came from outside, and then the heavy footsteps were getting closer and closer. It seemed that many people were coming here at the same time.
Alexander VI raised his head again in a daze, and he felt something strange.
Suddenly the door was knocked open without warning, because the door was too heavy, the heavy door hit the wall and bounced back, but was immediately blocked by a few people squeezing into the door.
A servant rushed to the front in panic, his face pale, as if he had seen a ghost.
"Han ... next ..., Caesar, Caesar ..."
The attendant's voice trembled, and even a complete sentence was unclear.
Alexander VI's heart suddenly tightened. He felt something, but he dared not admit and face it. When his eyes fell on the man who was being carried into the room by a few people with a blanket, the pope paused. , And then slowly walked over.
Caesar had already been put on the ground at this time, his armor had been taken off, and he could see his chest still rising and falling, but the original white shirt had been stained by a large blood stain to a dark red, and there were several places The color is black and there seem to be some holes in it.
The mask on Caesar's face had been removed, revealing an ugly scar from the bridge of his nose to his cheeks, and his face was that desperate pale, even his lips were bloodless.
His eyes were dull, a pair of beautiful eyes that were originally described as pure childlike at this time, there was no beauty at all, and the empty appearance proved that life was quickly slipping away from his broken and ragged body.
"What happened, what happened ..."
The Pope squatted down and stroked his son's forehead tremblingly. The tentacles were a lifeless cold, which made him unable to support him any more, and fell backwards in his hands, quickly supporting his servant's arms.
"Your Majesty, the Duke needs to do confession." A priest reminded in a low voice that Caesar seemed to know that he had returned to his father's side. The spirit that was still strong even though it was on the verge of disappearing seemed to collapse at this moment. His undulating chest movements became more and more intense, and his eyes first moved and then began to loosen.
"No, my son will not die!"
Alexander VI stood up suddenly, because he was too hard to shake his eyes in front of him, but after being supported, he suddenly calmed down, his eyes fixed on the occasion of surviving, and he might be called at any time. son.
The pope slowly squatted down again, his hand touching his son's forehead, and then gently confessing the confession scripture in his mouth.
"Wash the last evil, in the name of God, and the Holy Spirit, free from the sins of your life, your soul will be lifted up to heaven innocently, and have a seat in the glorious texture ..."
Alexander VI's voice began to tremble a little, and then he calmed down slowly. When he grabbed a handful of ointment from the cup prepared by the person next to him and applied it to his son's face, his hand shook slightly .
Then he stroked Caesar's face reluctantly, and finally made a dull cry.
"My son ~"
Alexander VI's voice was trembling. He seemed to be panting, but he couldn't breathe because of the cone-shaped pain in his chest, which made him scared.
He turned to the attendant next to him, vigorously waving his hand and gesturing, until someone quickly brought him a glass of wine and poured it into his mouth, he gasped violently and sat down slowly.
The Pope looked at Caesar again, and saw that the last look in Caesar's eyes had disappeared. There were only a pair of eyes that looked gray and completely lost the support of life and soul. The Pope once again wept.
"What happened?" Alexander suddenly looked at the soldiers who sent Caesar back, and seeing their eyes that could not help but dodge, there was a trace of cruelty on Alexander VI's face.
"I want to know how my son died, no matter what you say, I will not punish any of you, but if you hide, I swear to God that you will be subjected to the most cruel punishment in the world, by that time You will feel that pagans are more kind than me. "
The pope's almost crazy words made the people next to him frightened. Nomelo, who had heard the news, looked at Caesar on the ground, and his eyebrows were tightly screwed together.
So even after hearing Alexander VI say such unsatisfactory words, Comello did not stop.
Instead, he quickly wondered what kind of huge changes will happen to the Vatican with the death of Caesar after such an unacceptable accident!
"Our army was about to launch an attack ..."
"The Duke led us personally, he gave us orders, and then took the lead to rush to the front, but, but ..."
"But the army did not rush up with the Duke," a guard with the same blood stains and a left arm squeezed out of the crowd squeezed out of the crowd, and he panted Alexander VI said, "we rushed up together , I saw the Duke take the lead to charge the position of the Neapolitans. He even saw that it was about to succeed, but we were betrayed, no one followed, we had a total of 55 people, all of whom were exposed to the guns of the Naples, Then they shot ... "
When the guard said this, his voice began to tremble. He seemed to be pale as he recalled something terrible, and the fingers of the uninjured hand could not shake tremblingly, as if to grab something, and then tremblingly kept catching. Along the edge of the pants.
"It was a hell. They beat us like prey in the field. We didn't even have a place to hide. Everyone fell down. I escaped, but everyone else died."
The guard's eyes looked straight at Caesar. He felt that the light in front of him was a little dark and he couldn't help raising his head. When he saw Pope Ryan standing in front of him, the guard immediately lowered his head.
"I know you. You came out of Elba with my son. He once told me that he trusts each of you, so now I tell you everything and tell me what happened."
The guard glanced at the pope with some excitement and timidity, and then continued: "We were betrayed. Those troops that should have attacked with the Duke did not keep up. Some of them were watching us killed in the same place, some although I acted, but in fact it was far away from us. Everyone was watching us being shot continuously by the Neapolitans, but no one came up to help us. "
"Then how did you survive," Alexander VI flashed in the eyes, although he noticed that one of the soldier's arms seemed to be interrupted by arrows or other weapons, but he could lie on the ground The son still stimulated him, "Everyone is dead, isn't it, then how do you survive?"
"I was hiding under a corpse after being shot," the guards dared not look into the pope's eyes, and could only stare at Caesar lying on the ground, then he seemed to suddenly think of something and began to say loudly, "but I saved the Duke When I came back, I took him off the battlefield. You see this is the blood he shed on me! "
The soldier kept yelling, which made Nomelo's face next to him gloomy. He waved aside, and immediately two guards came to set up the soldier!
The soldier started shouting loudly until Alexander VI waved his hand to signal the guards to release his arm.
Alexander VI stretched out his trembling hand and stroked the coat on the soldier. Then he pressed his blood-stained hand on the man's cheek, leaving a few striking blood marks: I swear here, I thank you for sending Caesar back to me, so that he did not fall into because of the loss of confession, you will enjoy your life in the future, this is my reward to you. "
Saying that Alexander VI's body bent even more, he silently bent down and reached out to touch Caesar's already cold face, then knelt and hugged his son's head and kissed his forehead and cheek.
"Let's stay alone for a while," Alexander VI said in a low voice.
Nomelo's mouth moved, but he didn't say anything. He raised his hand to signal everyone to go out. When only him was left in the room, Nomelo looked at the pope who was kneeling beside Caesar again, and then turned away from the room, and smoothly The door was closed.
In the corridor, everyone is waiting.
When seeing Nomelo coming out, a priest took a step forward, but he was stopped by Nomelo's lip-moving gesture when he waited to speak.
And at this moment, there was a hysterical wailing in the room suddenly!
"God's punishment! Punishment ~"
The sound broke through the thick door and reverberated in the corridor, making all those standing outside couldn't help creeping.
Caesar Borgia, the most beloved son of Alexander VI, the Duke of Valencia, the commander-in-chief of the Royal Army, was also the most promising one to become the unification of Italy, dead!
When this news came from the Vatican's Holy See, many people already knew it, at least not so surprised.
The Pope's army suffered a fiasco in the town of Pescia. This news actually reached Rome earlier than Caesar's death.
Upon hearing the news, Skop immediately rushed to the barracks of the Roman Defense Forces in the city, but when he first entered the barracks, he felt a strange atmosphere, looking at the soldiers who looked at him from afar with strange eyes. , Skop could not help but secretly grabbed the hilt.
A group of officers was already waiting for him. Seeing these people seem to be secretly relieved, after greeting each other with a rather obscure eye, an officer took a step forward, holding in his hand A gorgeous feather hat tentatively said, "Adult, do you already know what happened?"
"Yes, I know, and I also know that you probably have your own plans," Skop looked out of the door. "Those people are yours?"
"Adult, we just hope you can tell us the right way," seeing that the matter seemed to be exposed, the officer's expression also changed from being cautious to fierce, and at the same time those people's hands were involuntarily pressed on the hilt, watching Skop's eyes also revealed a bit of cruelty. "We don't want to die, at least not like Caesar. I heard that he and his people were killed one by one by the Naples like a target. Even Caesar himself may have already He sent his life, so why should we fight the Naples? "
Skop listened quietly, his hand patting the hilt rhythmically. At this moment, his nervous expression seemed to suddenly relax.
He couldn't help but irritated the officers. They decided to put pressure on him, at least to let him know his decision.
"We ask you to give up the command of the city defense army, and then our temporary army of officers decides the fate of all city defense troops and the city of Rome," the leading officer finally stated their purpose. "Of course, you can also reject our Request, but if that is the case, we can only take the necessary measures against you. "
Although the officer's attitude became harsher and even more vicious as he said this, Skop still listened unhurriedly, and only when those people seemed impatient did he raise his hand and raised a finger: " First of all, I want to know if you understand what you are doing. The rebellion is about to be cut off. Also, what I want to know is, if you decide to take over the Roman City Defense Army, do you want to fight the Naples? "
"This is not a rebellion, it is to save the city of Rome," the officer retorted loudly. "We have to negotiate with the Neapolitans. The queen is just outside the city. She will be willing to accept an un hostile Roman army regiment to negotiate with her. We do not I know what happened to the Pope, but we all know that it is actually Caesar Borgia ’s army and not Rome, so we can talk to the queen, but you must declare that you give up power before that. "
"If that's the case, I can guarantee you will get nothing." Skop showed a contemptuous look. He ignored the angry eyes of the officers and the sword they might pull out at any time, but simply walked directly through these people. He sat in his usual chair and looked up at them with one leg up. "You said you want to negotiate with the Queen of Naples, but who are you, a group of rebels, low-profile mercenaries, do you think that Queen Naples will be with you Negotiations, I can assure you that if you send a messenger in this way, the answer to you must be her anger and not any negotiation conditions. "
The officers stared at Skop in annoyance, and their faces showed signs of anger and shame, but no one could refute him because they all knew Skop was right.
And they can't help but admit that until now they have been kind to Skop, in fact, they are secretly playing with extravagant calculations.
"We all know that you need a real nobleman to be the leader of your actions. This person must have the legal command of the city defense army. Only in this way can you order the Rome city defense army to give up resistance and not be regarded as a rebellion. Then this person Who is it and where is it? "
The officers looked at Skop's with an ugly look. They knew that he actually caught their key points. The thought that even if they actively negotiated with the queen, they were likely to be ruthlessly rejected. These people couldn't help but raise their hearts. A trace of despair.
They had seen the Roman Theta Garrison ~ EbookFREE.me ~ It was because they knew that the army was terrible, these city defense army officers did not believe that they could block the rumor that even the Duke of Rome Thesia Of the Naples army.
But the problem now facing them is that if Skop refuses to give up, then they must seize the command of the city defense army as rebels. If so, what will be waiting for them in the future will become confused.
Looking at the officers who looked at each other, Skop smiled. He was waiting for such a moment. Although the process may be slightly different from what he had imagined, Skop was very satisfied with the good results.
"You need a legitimate commander, and I'm right in front of you now," Skop said, drawing a sword from his waist slowly after making a reassuring gesture to several officers. Pointed to the ground and looked at the few people. "Now I ask you, who wants to join me, I can bring security and peace to you and Rome."
The officers first looked at Skop in amazement, and then looked at each other. From the eyes of others, they saw the same meaning: "It turns out that the biggest lead party in the city of Rome is here."