Vol 4 Chapter 42: Mandate

Skop is a very smart person. More importantly, he is different from those who have not experienced war and blood. He is like those wild beasts in the wilderness. He knows what is dangerous, and he knows how to avoid those. Dangerous, let yourself be safe.
So even though the army looked exhausted and embarrassed, he quickly smelled dangerous smells from these people. The smell was so strong that he even let out the road without even thinking about it.
The gate to the city of Rome opened to Alexandria.
Standing in front of the city gate, Alexander groaned slightly. At this time, he was actually so tired that he had almost no strength to move. If he could, he would like Skop to make him haunt him.
Just like after a long marathon, when the end point is really near, it will be easier to feel tired and tortured.
But Alexander knew he could not stop at this time, he had to use his own efforts to enter the city, and then walk into the Vatican and walk in front of Alexander VI. If the previous 4 days of journey were all tempered, then Now is the time for him to show people the results of this temper.
He is destined to receive everyone's attention in Rome!
From Montina to Rome, Alexander arrived in time.
No one knows how they went on such a road, and no one knows what these soldiers who are still able to follow Alexandria to the Roman city are thinking.
When they walked into the city gate and walked on the road of Rome, the originally proud Romans chose to avoid the eyes that intersect with them. When these soldiers from the southern mountains that they had looked down on before looked at them At that time, the Romans chose to escape because they couldn't stand the gaze that made them feel dazed, and they couldn't stand being stared by such a group of people.
The street where the Agri people passed suddenly became quiet. People looked out from the gap between their doors and windows. Their curious and slightly wary eyes cast on these filthy bodies, but There was also a chilling army in the army. When they walked silently in front of their homes, the Romans couldn't help but feel the unspeakable depression.
This is the army from Montina?
Many people secretly guessed that at such a time, an army of territories suddenly entered Rome, which could not help but cause people to debate and speculate.
Skop not only wisely chose not to fight Alexander, but he also decided to tell Alexander everything he knew on the way to the Vatican.
"Everyone said that the pope collapsed," Skop shook his head a little regretfully. He looked at Alexander who was walking silently next to him, and suddenly lowered his voice and said, "There are rumours that Giovanni was killed by his loved ones. There must be at least two people involved. "
Skop said that he extended his two fingers, then murmured: "I think I should advise my wife to leave the Roman Church for a while as soon as possible. This is terrible. Who."
Alexander, who had never spoken, turned his head to look at Skop, seeming to be sure whether he was telling the truth, and then he suddenly said, "If I were you, you would not leave Rome at this time, know that sometimes there is no chance People who defend themselves are often regarded as the best scapegoats. "
Skop's face was slightly pale, and he knew what Alexander was suggesting, which really scared him somewhat.
It stands to reason that the Erne family and the Polygia family not only have no contradictions, but even have a typical interdependent relationship.
The Farnese family will borrow the identity of Pope Alexander VI to maximize the benefits for their family, while the Borgia family will build on the fairly deep roots of the Farne family in Italy.
But this does not mean that the two families are really without conflict.
If Julia Farne could have a child for Alexander VI, then for the benefit of this child, he or all her half-brothers and sisters would be the obstacles to the front.
So in order to remove these barriers, even if Julia doesn't do anything herself, who can guarantee that her Farne relatives will not act?
This kind of suspicion may indeed sound too far-fetched, but as long as someone puts it forward, it is likely to burn like the fire of Liaoyuan.
More importantly, I am afraid that some people are willing to believe, or hope that this is the case.
As Alexander said, scapegoats are always found among those who cannot distinguish themselves.
"It seems that I can't leave this city yet," Skop sighed helplessly, and then he looked at Alexander a little strangely. "Why do you come to Rome? No one should think that Giovanni was killed by you." Well, know that he did n’t say good things to you at all during this time, that way, people would think you are his brother-in-law. "
Alexander glanced at Skop and ignored him, because he had seen an oncoming familiar figure across the street.
Nomelo stood alone on the side of the road. During this extraordinary period when he had to go out to guard as long as he had a little identity, the Pope's secretary calmly confronted the panicked Romans with a calm attitude that no one could understand.
It was only when approaching that Alexander could see from Nomello's deep eye sockets that his spirit seemed to be on the verge of exhaustion.
Nomelo looked at the approaching Alexander with a seemingly unbelievable look. He knew that the pope sent someone to Montina, but he never expected that on the sixth day of the murder, he was not waiting for Caesar. , But Alexander.
How many days does it take from Rome to Montina, even if it is fast?
How long does it take to receive the news and decide to start?
Nomelo crossed Alexander to look at the army behind him, and then his eyes fell on Alexander's dusty face again.
"I didn't expect to wait for you." Nomelo tried to make his voice look more natural, but his inner disquieting uneasiness still made his tone a little bit harder. "So do you need to take a bath first, now It is impolite to see your majesty like this. "
"I believe that His Majesty the Pope will not care about this." Alexander did not hesitate to reject Nomelo's suggestion. "I took my people for 4 days, not for a bath in the city of Rome."
Nomelo pondered, as if it was worthwhile to continue to stop it. In the end, he chose to compromise like Skop.
"You can see your majesty, but your army can't enter the Vatican." Nomelo still insists on the last reasonable opportunity to fight. "From the time of Charlemagne, no monarch and noble led his army directly into Vatican. "
Alexander grinned, and a row of white teeth appeared on his dusty face, which made Nomelo feel as if he was mocking his ability to lie openly.
"My army will stand by outside of Fort Angel," Alexander smiled slightly, but the next sentence made Nomelo's face relieved just as "the same as the old Foli tigress did."
Nomelo's eyes finally showed a touch of emotion, which was anger that hadn't appeared in a long time.
Catalina Sforza, Forli's tigress, once bluntly led troops to block the Castel Sant'Angelo due to the collapse of her husband's uncle Pope Sistus IV, which prevented the Cardinals from entering the Vatican for a long time 2 months!
The two-month blockade is one of the most humiliating events in the history of the Vatican. Even if more than ten years have passed, people still avoid that incident to avoid too much embarrassment.
Now Alexander openly proposed that the army should be on standby at Fort Sant’Angelo. For a time, whether it was the Pope ’s personal secretary or Skop, he could not help remembering the days when the Vatican people were taboo.
On the Tiber River, which was approaching in July, as soon as it approached, the cool breezes were already coming from the river.
But maybe because the murder just happened was related to the river, and while feeling that it should have been refreshing and cool, the vague uncomfortableness also made people always think of being far away from the river as soon as possible.
Alexander kept his promise.
Watching the army walk silently into the fortress camp under the Castel Sant'Angelo, Nomelo first sighed slightly, and then looked at Alexander with strange eyes.
"From here, you can control the way to and from the Vatican." The secretary said seemingly inadvertently.
"And I'm not that Caterina Sforza," Alexander didn't mean to answer Nomelo's words, and then he thought and smiled softly. "It's interesting to say, me and that Forli tigress How much relatives are there? "
Catalina Sforza's husband, Githram Niori, is the nephew of Sistius IV, while Barondi's father Loveley is the nephew of Sistius IV.
It's just that this relationship, which doesn't seem very far away, does not make Rovere and Sforza's family more intimate.
On the contrary, in the recent Romagna War, the Vatican Alliance with the participation of the Genoese had severely taught the Allied forces with the participation of the Milanese.
This is the ridiculous relationship between nobles in this era.
Listening to Alexander, Nomelo's eyes became deeper.
Is this suggesting that there is Genoese support behind him? Or is it that he will form an alliance with Milan and even the Venetian when necessary?
Because he didn't know what Alexander was suggesting, Nomelo stopped talking to him, and led the way silently.
Alexander was already familiar with the Sistine Cathedral. Following Nomelo, he walked through the famous corridors and several famous rooms in later generations, and followed a spiraling staircase to the second floor behind the church. After the door of one of the rooms, Nomelo stopped.
The secretary first hesitated by licking his lips, and then he whispered: "Your Majesty just lost his beloved son, so," Nomelo paused and said, "Be nice to him."
Alexander nodded silently. In fact, he had been thinking about a question on his way, that is why Alexander VI would let people call him back.
The Pope must have hoped that Caesar would return to him at this time, or that Lucrezia would accompany him, or even want Jeffrey ’s bear child to comfort him with his painful heart, but why should he find himself What?
Alexander didn't understand.
So when standing outside this door, Alexander's heart was not calm.
As the secretary tapped open the door, Alexander stepped in.
There was a soft sound of closing the door behind him, and now there are only two people in the room.
Alexander VI sat alone in his rocking chair, and the afternoon sun was shining on him, which made the pope look like he was covered with a layer of holy light.
Alexander walked over slowly and came to a stop not far from the pope. He bowed and saluted, then stood silently waiting for the pope's reaction.
It didn't take him long to feel the movement around him, and the pope slowly turned his head to look at Alexander.
When he saw what Alexander VI looked like, Alexander was taken aback.
Old and powerless, as Nomelo said, the Pope at this time was an old man who lost his beloved son, not a villain known for conspiracy and greed and extravagance. When his eyes blinked, he collapsed softly. His eye bags make him look older than his actual age. The skin with exposed age spots because of no makeup is dry and yellow, which is completely different from the usual look that people usually look energetic. .
"You came first."
Alexander VI slowly flashed a playful light in the eyes of the original godless, he looked at the young man in front of him for a while, then leaned on the rocking chair and wanted to stand up.
The rocking chair swayed back and forth, and the pope also shook, so that his already straight waist bent down again.
Alexander wanted to help him in the past, but was rejected by Alexander VI with a wave of his hand. He pressed the armrest again and carefully applied force, and finally stood steadily.
"Look, it's not that hard," Alexander VI smiled self-deprecatingly, and then he waved his hand and motioned to him. "It can be seen that you should be tired, but some things are better as soon as possible."
The Pope stepped up a step, and then walked to his huge desk. It was on this desk that he issued a series of important commands related to the destiny of the entire Christian world.
"I don't know when Caesar will come back, maybe soon, but maybe he's not in a hurry," Alexander VI said with a self-deprecating smile. "Nomelo thought I didn't know what he was doing, but in fact even People reported to me, and I can guess he must be looking for ways to get rid of Caesar's notoriety everywhere. "
"This is not a good idea," Alexander finally said. "In fact, this is to admit that the person is Caesar."
The pope's slack cheek twitched slightly, and since Giovanni was killed, no one dared to call a murderer in front of him, because everyone was afraid that Caesar would inevitably be involved next.
But Alexander said it without hesitation, and even simply pointed out that Caesar was "that person".
"Do you also think ... Caesar is that person?" Alexander VI stared at Alexander. "Tell me, did you think that?"
Under the staring of Alexander VI's suddenly sharp eyes, Alexander looked back unscathed.
"Your Majesty, the key is whether you think so," Alexander's words suddenly made the pope's waxy face suddenly have a layer of abnormal red. "Or is it important that that person is Caesar?"
The redness on the pope's face was even deeper. He even grabbed a heavy copper base cross on the table a bit gaffeously, and it seemed that he would directly smash it with anger in the next second!
But he finally let go slowly, and the pope slowly sat down to calm down his emotions, and then raised his hand to greet Alexander with two fingers.
"Everyone in this city may be a murderer, even if they are not here, they are equally suspicious."
The Pope's words made Alexander's heart sink, and he quickly looked at it, just to meet Alexander VI's gaze as he was staring at him.
"But you are different," the Pope looked at Alexandria expressionlessly. "I don't know what happened in Realo, but Giovanni's attitude towards you has changed since he came back. He praised you more than once. Soldiers, and rare is the toughness of a diplomat, according to him, negotiation with you may be more difficult than winning you on the battlefield. Speaking of Giovanni did not like you in the past, but now he thinks You can be a good friend, I remember he even said once that you are a good match with Lucrezia. "
"The admiration of the Duke scared me."
Alexander said at random, he knew that the pope obviously did not say this.
Sure enough, Alexander VI continued: "Because of this, I think you are the only one who will not have reason to want to kill Giovanni, because he is useful to you, so I will call you back."
Sure enough, even though I guessed it, when it was spoken by the pope himself, Alexander still couldn't help but a strange and complicated emotion rose in his heart.
A little relieved, but more of a faint throb.
"Today, there are too many people in Rome who want to see the good show of the Borgia, and I do n’t know if someone has secretly planned against my family. I need someone who can be trusted, at least in Giovanni. Ni's death, or someone who could not benefit from the death of other people in our family, "Pope stared at Alexander VI's eyes." Such a person is only you, so I will call you back. I want you to start now Temporarily serve as the commander of the City Defense Army in Rome. "
Speaking of which, the Pope continued to wait for Alexander to say:
Do n’t forget that Lucrezia is also from the Borgia family, and she is my favorite daughter.

Alexander's mouth just opened his mouth.
The meaning of Alexander VI is obvious, even if it was not for the Borgia family, or for Lucrezia, Alexander could not refuse this order.
If there is no Borgia family, or if the family has suffered a huge disaster, then Lucrezia will undoubtedly be involved in these troubles.
Giovanni will surely benefit from his death, so will Lukrezija become the next target?
Now, it seems that only Alexander will not benefit from the death of the Borgia family.
Even the Farnese? Wouldn't it benefit from it?
Alexander's head flashed across Skop's face quickly.
He didn't think of a casual sentence, but he really touched the thing that everyone was trying to avoid.
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"My son is dead," Alexander VI's voice became low, so low that he needed to listen carefully to hear "I want to know who killed him, so help me find this murderer, no matter who he is, just help me. He found it out and brought him in front of me. I want to see his face. "
Looking at the Pope who stared at the table appointing him as the commander of the Roman City Defense Army, Alexander pondered slightly before bowing.
"Yes, your majesty."
Coming out of the Pope ’s room, Alexander left the cathedral accompanied by Nomello who had been waiting. When he walked along the path behind the Castel Sant’Angelo and came outside the Portico Palace, he saw the morning I have heard the two figures standing in front of the Portico Palace.
Suddenly, people threw up like summer butterflies, and then weeping heartbreakingly.
"Alexander! Giovanni, dead!"
Lucrezia's tears dripped instantly on Alexander's neck, and behind her, Ruosha quietly looked at the two people hugging each other in the distance.