Vol 3 Chapter 95: Alexandria and Alexandria

Knowing things from other countries, this should be a blessing and emotion for most people. Even people who are not very good at ordinary times are often sighed with feelings. Maybe they will have a drink together and talk Chat over.
But this slightly sentimental emotion will not appear between the current Bishop of Palermo, Alfonso and Alexandria.
Alexander already knew that Alfonso had come to Rome, but he did not expect to see him so quickly.
Looking at Alfonso who had replaced the bishop's crown, Alexander thought of two other people, the twin brothers Kunto and Krian.
Kunto is dead and Krian still does not know where he is, but Alexander always feels that the person is always not far from his side.
They all have an unusual relationship with Alexandria, and all this is related to Alfonso.
Looking at Alfonso's calm face, Alexander nodded slightly, then let it aside.
"May God bless you, my dear friend." Alfonso said in a very low voice, which sounded like it was praying, but it seemed like he was deliberately making him remember something.
Looking at the hand stretched out in front of him, Alexander smiled softly. He bowed his head and bowed his head slightly to kiss the back of Alfonso's hand. At the same time, he answered in a low voice: "God will bless me, but you, bishop, you Want to be blessed by God? "
Alexander felt a slight stiffness in front of him, and then slowly withdrew, while the look on Alfonso's face was calm and gentle from beginning to end, and no one saw anything strange.
The entrance to the seeing room is obviously not a good place to chat. The two people are almost the same. The narrative of the old is only two sentences, watching the passing by, with a powerful step that the old bishops did not have. Back of Alfonso who went there, Alexander didn't think much, and walked quickly into the door in the slightly coughed coughing sound of the attendant standing inside the door.
The cathedral ’s seeing room is a long room with a small width and a long door. There are doors at each end of the room, and various portraits are hung on the walls on both sides. The most famous of these It is Peter who hangs the crucifix.
It is very strange that this room is almost the only place in the entire cathedral where paintings featuring Christ do not appear.
There was a guard standing at the door opposite the room. Alexander knew that this person should be a close guard next to the pope, because there have been many unlucky eggs that have been assassinated among the popes of all generations so far. The guards around them have become an indispensable part of the pope.
Especially now that the Pope, Alexander looked seriously at the closed door beside the guard.
Alexander VI, who claimed to have taken the pope throne by unjust means, and relied on a variety of more cruel and cunning means to keep eradicating the person holding his throne from dissidents, should naturally care more about living longer.
The door opened gently, and a middle-aged man came out from inside. He looked at Alexander standing in the middle of the room and waited, reaching for the gesture of letting go.
Seeing Alexander approaching, the guard's hand hanging over his body could not help but hold the hilt, his movement made the armor of the body make a clattering sound, and the eyes under the helmet with the boot helmet were fixed on Alexander's Every move.
Alexander believes that even if there is a little abnormality, this person will pull the sword without hesitation, and he is very doubtful that the seeing room was made so narrow and extended, would it be the deliberate consideration of the past popes who were afraid of being assassinated In this way, as long as the two ends of the room are blocked, there is neither fear of being attacked by others nor of escape.
Alexander was so cranky while being checked again by the guard's signal, this time even the cross he wore was not let go.
It is not unprecedented in the history of the Holy See to use a short sword hidden in a cross, or simply use the sharp edges and strong lanyard of the cross itself to assassinate or strangle.
Ironic, but cruel.
Finally, Alexander entered the door with the middleman.
As soon as he walked into the door, Alexander felt his eyes light up.
The room is very bright, and the brightness of this room gives an indescribable sense of comfort compared to the faint gray in the hallway and the room where you saw it. A sunny day that feels comfortable.
The room is not very large, but there are a lot of things in it, even a little messy.
In addition to a pile of books on the table near the wall that often seem to be turned, the most noticeable thing in the whole room is a huge marble globe placed on the ground beside the table!
Alexander was sure that he had read it right. Although the pattern above seemed specious, this unusually bulky thing was undoubtedly a globe he was familiar with.
Right next to this globe, an old man with a slightly hunchback and a little fatness was standing there looking at the stone bump in front of him seriously.
Alexander VI is over 60 years old. It is hard to imagine that a person who is nearly 70 years old in this era can still have such vigorous energy, but the pope understood that people know what is old and strong. Not only is he still obsessed with female but he also likes younger and more beautiful daughters, and at the same time this personal life is so eroded that when he was the archbishop, he was once reprimanded by the former pope by letter, but he used unusual He managed his huge diocese until he finally reached the pope's throne.
Now Alexander stood not far away and looked at this person. He found that Alexander VI, who was looking down from this direction, staring down at the globe, gave an indescribable sense of tranquility. The sunlight outside the window projected in He even made people feel as if he was covered with a holy light.
At this time, Alexander ’s finger was lightly tapping on a place on the marble globe. Alexander could n’t see where it was, but looking at the pope ’s hand slowly drawing a line down the globe, he could n’t help thinking. A very famous thing.
"It seems that if you can't make a decision on anything, you will end up with a lot of trouble." The pope said this while looking at the globe, then he looked up at Alexandria.
This is the old man ’s face, fat and slightly cheekbones. His nose is more prominent. Because of his unruly youth, the nose bridge that had been interrupted by people has an obvious dent, which makes his nose look There was an obvious bulge up there. The pope had eyes that were very similar to his children. Alexander seemed to see the shadows of Caesar and Lucrezia from those eyes. This made him suddenly understand why he was in Alexander VI. Among the children, the relationship between the brother and sister is the best. Perhaps the more similarity to this father is the main reason for making them feel closer.
Alexander VI was not very tall, which reminded Alexander of his rumors that people wanted to put thick shoes on his shoes in order to appear taller, but at this time he certainly could not stare at the feet of His Majesty the Pope. Non-stop.
At first he bowed to the pope who only wore a small dome hat, and then Alexander knelt forward one step forward.
This is the etiquette that has been taught long ago. In the informal spectatorship, kneeling on one knee is the rule, neither rude nor excessive.
"Get up," Alexander VI said nothing. He gently waved his hand and slowly walked to a chair and turned to sit down. Then he looked at Alexander with those eyes that were similar to Caesar. "Giovanni said you Something was given to him, was it? "
Listening to the Pope ’s inquiry with a unique Valencia accent, Alexander nodded and said
Yes
. Before he came, he had been told that he would not be allowed to speak actively unless the Pope asked, even if he heard the inquiry, He can only answer "yes" or "no", even the honorific title used to praise His Majesty cannot be used casually.
"Well," Alexander VI's left hand finger on the armrest of the chair knocked unconsciously, then waved to the middle-aged man who was not far away. "Show him."
The middle-aged man put a large pile of various letters on the table next to it, and then motioned Alexander to the table: "From there, find the letters you said."
Alexander spread out those seemingly messy letters, but what surprised him was that these letters were all one content.
Lucrezia's husband Giovanni Sforza is conspiring to collude with some people, trying to oppose his father-in-law, Pope Alexander VI, the highest ruler in the name of the entire Christian world.
All letters, no matter what kind of stationery or writing fonts are used, are exactly the same.
Alexander looked at the middle-aged man with some surprise, but saw that he just smiled and lifted his chin with a short beard, as if to signal that he should ignore him and carefully pick out what he wanted from these letters.
Alexander lowered his head and started looking. Of course he still remembered the fake letters Giovanni showed him. The letters were very common both in paper and in font, and in order not to appear to have just been released, Alexander Seeing for yourself how the two people made the letter old in front of him, and in order to appear authentic, there were still two places in the letter that appeared to be temporary corrections when they were misspelled. This all seemed so natural. , Can't see any trace of deliberate imitation.
But now, what he sees is that the content is exactly the same, but there are many different letters on the handwriting paper. What is going on?
Suddenly, Alexander found what he was looking for in the letter, which Giovanni had forged him before.
The same paper, the same handwriting, and those two errors that did not seem to be a temporary change in typographical errors, Alexander picked up the letter.
"Oh, this is it?" The middle-aged man nodded, reaching out casually to take the letter from Alexander.
Just as his finger was about to touch the edge of the letter, Alexander's hand suddenly shrunk.
"what happened?"
The middle-aged man looked at Alexandria calmly, although there was a doubtful look, but he didn't seem to be surprised by his behavior.
Alexander looked carefully at the letter in his hand. The letter was very common, it was a very common grass-gray paper, with the slight yellow marks unique to this paper, and the black edges were pale.
The black is the color of coal ash unique to the Sanero mine, and this detail is taken into consideration even on the letter paper.
Because of this, Alexander will soon find the forged letter in the pile of letters, if it is not seen with his own eyes, he will also be regarded as true.
But because he had seen the process of making the letter with his own eyes, Alexander was more aware of a very small detail in making the letter.
That is on the letter, there are traces left by him.
While familiarizing him with the letter, Alexander had carefully read the contents on the letter paper, because his fingers had been stained with soot on the edges of the letter paper, which seemed quite natural, because Sang Nile is a big mine with the dark ashes flying everywhere.
But because of this randomness, Alexander also recorded this matter in his mind.
But now, the edge of the letter is "clean"!
Thick yellow stationery, black dust, fonts with intermittent handwriting, these were deliberately prepared before, but only the casual touch was just his completely unintentional move, but now it is just slightly contaminated The traces on the edge of the stationery were gone.
"What's wrong?" The middle-aged man still asked, as if he was just repeating the doubts before.
Alexander shook his head slightly, but said nothing.
Is this the letter, or is it actually a forgery?
Or is it that someone used this fake forged letter to drop another genuine forged letter?
Where did the "true faith" go?
Who did this again?
Why do you do this?
Alexander couldn't help circling these questions ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Just when he was determined to speak, Alexander VI, who was sitting in the chair, raised his hand.
Under the sunlight, Alexander VI in his chair looked taller and more burly than standing, and his dark eyes looked at Alexander carefully, and suddenly pointed at him strangely after a little silence. A cloth bag hanging around the waist.
This action made Alexander feel a little inexplicable. He looked at the middle-aged man next to him in confusion.
"Your pocket," the middle-aged man smiled as if he were watching an interesting drama "Please take a look at your pocket."
Alexander stretched his hands in wonder and touched his waist. There was a bag on his coat belt. On his belt was a hanging cloth pocket that men usually wear now. It's something else.
And Alexander took out a crumpled piece of paper from his bag.
Open that piece of paper, and it reads a familiar sentence on it.
"Things that begin with injustice must be consolidated with sin."