Vol 7 Chapter 81: Rome common time

The Vatican was shrouded in inexplicable grief and anxiety.
Even those cardinals had to hide their secret secrets carefully. At this time, Alexander VI was like a bull who was completely irritated. Anyone may become the target of his vent.
The Pope has kept himself in the room all day, while Caesar has been placed in a delicate sarcophagus.
On the cover of this sarcophagus is a humanoid statue with a long sword. The statue holds the long sword on his chest. The famous sentence has been newly engraved on the chest.
"Not for Caesar, but for dust."
This proverb, which has long been loved by Caesar, is now given a different meaning.
Not for Caesar, but for dust.
Alexander VI's back was even more rickety. He used to wipe it with good rose water to ensure that his smooth hair was dry and dry, and his hair was scattered around his shoulders, and his eyes were deeply sunk, which made him look Older and weaker.
When he saw the Pope, Old Rovere was a little surprised. Although knowing that Caesar's death was obviously a huge blow to him, Old Rovere didn't expect him to change so much.
"My son was murdered."
This was the first sentence after Alexander VI saw old Rovere.
Old Lovirem nodded silently, then shook his head: "Caesar Borgia died on the battlefield. He died like a knight and a hero, so you also know that this is not murder, otherwise it is an insult to him."
"No, he was murdered, just like Giovanni," Alexander VI ignored the old Rovere. He continued to speak for himself. His eyes were a little confused, which made the old Rovere realize that he was actually Not wanting to talk to myself, but just talking to myself, "My two sons are dead, neither of them died in the hands of a serious enemy, but was murdered by a mean."
The Pope turned slowly, looking behind him at the throne representing the highest honor in the world of Christ: "I have been sitting here for a long time, I have gained power, status and wealth, but I have lost my son, all this It's almost over. "
Old Luo Weilei looked at the back of Alexander VI, he suddenly felt some pity for this unfortunate person.
He noticed that when Alexander VI mentioned his son, he did not count his youngest son, Jeffrey. Considering the rumor that Jeffrey was not Alexander VI ’s own birth, Old Rovere felt that he seemed to be better than this opponent. Luckily.
Although not content, at least his son is still alive.
"They murdered Caesar by vile means. He was my last hope. He was not even 30 years old. He was so young and ambitious," Alexander VI looked back at the old Rovere. "The Naples woman has to pay cost."
"Are you talking about the Regent Queen of Naples?" Old Rovere asked quietly. "I think I have to remind you that any impulsive behavior is very detrimental to Rome, the Vatican and yourself. The Naples army has already Outside of Rome, and your army ... "
Speaking of which, Old Rovere paused, seemingly looking for a reason for the wording, and then he slowly said: "They are now in a neutral position. The Roman city has nothing to use except a small number of city defenses. Come to resist the force, if the war is rushed, it may put the whole city in crisis. In addition, there seems to be a voice in the cardinals against continuing to fight the Naples. They think that it is only Caesar ’s personal war. Then there will be no war. "
An angry roar came from Alexander VI's throat. He knew that the old Rovere said the voice in the cardinal group was actually referring to Mahimo.
He never imagined that this was purely a marionette arranged by Alexander in the Vatican, and now he has the opportunity to make his own voice.
And he cannot but admit that because he has enough financial resources and money to open the way with gold, in the past two years, Mahimo has built a network that cannot be ignored not only in the Vatican but also in the cardinal group. .
"But at least the City Defense Army also obeyed my orders," Alexander VI's eyes became twisted and tightened, and he looked at Old Rovere, wondering whether this opponent, who had always been enemies, was in the death of Caesar. There was something involved, and at the same time a near-crazy thought flashed in his heart. "I can order the City Defence Force to make it all easier. To know that Rome, at least the Vatican is still in my hands."
Old Rovere realized a trace of danger. He knew that Alexander VI, who had lost his son, would do anything terrible at any time, which made Old Rovere regret to see him.
But because it matters, he has to take this risk.
"I think maybe you don't need to make such a fierce move," Old Rovere carefully dealt with the Pope who had lost some reason because of the pain of bereavement. "We don't actually want the Naples to enter Rome, do we?"
"what?"
"I mean our son-in-law," Old Rovere shrugged helplessly. As the old man of the same person, whether official or private, it is always a little embarrassing to get together. "His ambition is too great, this Obviously, it ’s not a good thing for all of us, so I think we need to contain this kind of danger. In addition, I heard some strange rumors about what happened to Ladia gold coins. You heard about this. ?"
Alexander VI ’s original excited expression slowly disappeared. Of course, he knew that Old Rovere had a close relationship with the French church. He himself was the bishop of the French parish. Then he must have got the news that the Ladia gold coin is being run crazy. .
Although the pain of losing his son bite his heart all the time, but almost out of instinct, Alexander VI heard something from Old Rovere's words.
"I know you are definitely not willing to accept my suggestion, but compared to the dislike of me, the situation today should be more noticeable, isn't it," the old Luo Weilei said with certainty again. "Queen of Naples is Alexander's sister, if Let her control Rome, then everything is too bad, Alexander is building an 'empire', he may even want to unify all the city-states of Rome, this is not a joke, he has already started to do so now, and it is very smooth, so I said we should consider stopping his ambition. "
"Who should stop it, your son Constantine," the Pope asked with a malicious sarcasm. "As far as I know, he fled to Ferrara without even seeing the French shadow, so Ferrara The people of the city saw him as a satire by closing the window directly facing the street. "
The old Luo Weilei flashed his anger in his eyes, but soon calmed down again. He knew that Alexander VI ’s mood at this time was obviously unreasonable. The injury caused by Caesar ’s death was likely to let him do it. What a crazy move.
Such a person is dangerous, not to mention that he is still a pope.
"Sometimes I think that it is actually a great irony that God gave Balenti and Constantine to me at the same time," Old Rovere rubbed his forehead, seeing Alexander VI as a mocking look, he continued as if he had not seen it. Say "But can Constantine like this also reassure you, you only need an appointment. Once Constantine becomes the commander of the Holy See, the Naples have no reason to continue their offensive against Rome, after all, for Roma Thesia The key now is to deal with the French, and the queen clearly cares about Alexander. "
"Alexander ..."
The Pope meditated on the name in a strange mood. His heart was so incomprehensible that he didn't even know what attitude he should use to face his good son-in-law.
Alexander VI did not think he was wrong, just as he never thought that the son-in-law was not a normal old man.
"You need to make a decision as soon as possible. I heard that there is a run on Ladia in France, which is very bad."
Old Rovere's words made the pope's face sink. He thought that this cunning opponent would take the opportunity to put pressure on him, but he did not expect that old Rovere's fight actually wanted his son to become the commander of the Pope's army.
But Old Rovere ’s words also reminded him that the unexpected situation of Ladia ’s gold coins also made him uneasy, especially when Caesars died unexpectedly and the Pope ’s attitude was ambiguous, and suddenly found that Old Rovere ’s suggestion became his The only choice.
Just making Constantine the commander of the Pope ’s army made Alexander VI feel ridiculous and unimaginable.
Alexander VI knew the ambitions of Old Loweley. After all, this man has publicly stated that he would seek the Pope's throne. If it was not the Pope's lifelong career, he might have proposed that Alexander VI should step down.
Now, an opportunity appeared in front of him, he certainly would not give up easily.
Alexander VI looked at Old Roveray somberly, and for a while he did not make a sound.
The old Luo Weilei waited patiently with a confident look.
After a while, Alexander VI suddenly sighed very low, and he slowly stood up and walked to the window, looking at a small church outside.
It was the Tambiador Chapel in the Vatican, a masterpiece of the famous architect Bramont, and he is now helping Rome Thesia to build the Montina Castle, which is said to have epoch-making changes.
But these were not of concern to Alexander VI.
Caesar's coffin stayed in that chapel. I don't know if it was an illusion. Alexander VI always felt that Caesar roared from the sarcophagus.
"I can promise you," the pope suddenly turned around, and his head was slightly dizzy because of too much force, so he quickly pressed a chair beside him to let himself stand. "I want you to promise me, you must make sure that the Naples army cannot Entering the city of Rome, I never want to see the murderer who murdered my son appear in front of me. "
Old Luo Weilei nodded silently, it was agreed, but he looked at Alexander VI's eyes, a little pity revealed.
Just when Alexander VI and old Rovere met, Nomelo was walking on the smooth cobblestone road with the setting sun, and the golden sunset shone through the gap between the two ancient buildings behind him, falling to the ground The road was shrouded in golden color, and Nomelo's figure was cast on the cobblestone road for a long time.
In the distance, the Tiber River reveals a small section from an old building like a ruined wall, and you can see the gurgling river flowing.
Anyone who knows will be surprised to see the current Nomelo, the powerful but well-known pope ’s personal secretary wears a tattered coat, he calls his boots because he has come a long way Fleece flew up, and a slightly dirty soft cap crooked on the top of his head.
It would make people look like he would never be associated with the powerful pope's cronies.
But even so, Nomelo seems to feel not enough, so his face is still smeared with oil, which makes him completely another person, even those who are very familiar with him, if not deliberately look carefully And will not recognize him soon,
Nomelo was walking on the street. His identity is obviously a poor man who is too well-mixed, so when he crosses those streets, people passing by him will deliberately avoid him, which gives him more Great convenience, because for this trip, he spent several radias to set up this line.
Nomelo walked down the street. At the intersection not far in front, he saw a carriage parked there, but that was not the noble kind of carriage, although it was hard to sit up, but the carriage was very large. It is a car with a high car gang and a tall cloth tent.
This kind of carriage used for pulling goods can be seen frequently in the city, and it will not attract anyone's attention.
Nomelo looked around, and after making sure that no one noticed himself, he quickly walked a few steps toward the carriage.
On the street not far from the carriage, a tramp who was holding a wine bottle and pouring inferior wine in his mouth immediately noticed him.
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Nomelo stopped to look at the tramp, and then immediately affirmed that this person should not be blocking himself for no reason.
Sure enough, the tramp carefully looked at Nomelo with a sharp eye that the drunk did not. After seeming to recognize him, he seemed to stagger through the street under his feet, and then sat down on the stairs of a family sun.
Nomelo came to the carriage, waiting for him to speak. The rear of the carriage and chest suddenly dropped, and then the two hands extending from the inside grabbed his arm and pulled him into the carriage.
What surprised Nomelo was that the rough and simple truck was clean and comfortable, but it was the owner of the carriage who really noticed him.
"Nice to meet you, Lord Nomelo, I hope you deserve my adventure." Zuosha sitting in the carriage stood up.
"Please rest assured your majesty, I will prove that your judgment is completely correct." Nomelo respectfully took the hand that Rusha handed over and gently kissed the back of her smooth and white hand.