Vol 4 Chapter 100: Heir

Nomelo sat in his chair and looked at the wine glass on the table in front of him, slightly fascinated. On the table, besides a bottle of wine that seemed to have been stored for a long time, there were cooked fish and a large plate that looked very smoked. Flavored lamb.
Nomelo noticed that Alexander seemed to have a light taste for food. Although he also ate meat, he obviously did not care much about the use of spices. This is very different from the habits of many people now, at least in Nomelo's memory. Here, whether it is the pope or other nobles he knows, people will always add a strong flavor to all kinds of meat, and even some things are too much spices, and even the true taste of the original ingredients are masked.
And Nomelo noticed that Alexander was slow when he ate, which was different from other people. He always chewed slowly when he ate. Nomelo did not know whether Alexander actually thought while eating. , But now he feels a little intolerable.
The situation of the Pope was much worse than he thought. Obviously, Caesar's previous guess about Montina's army was now fulfilled by the Pope himself.
Because of the lack of commanders, those mercenary officers had to do their utmost to restrain the seemingly impetuous army.
"Count, you should have read the letter from the Countess I brought," Nomelo saw Alexander put down the cup and said, "As for your majesty's letter to you, you must have read it, so can you tell me?" What are you going to do? "
Alexander looked at the Pope's secretary sitting opposite, Nomelo looked at him.
"I'll let Caesar go back," Alexander said, noticing that Nomelo's face appeared to continue. He slowly took a drink from the glass and took a sip. "But I need a name. Why did Caesar attack pizza? Know that pizza is a Free City State, so if this problem cannot be solved, there is no guarantee that he will not invade again. "
Knowing that there would be such a problem, Nomelo touched his beard. He knew that Alexander could not not use the chess piece in his hand. Now for him, Caesar can exchange too much.
"Count, please don't forget that Caesar is the son of the Pope and the heir to the Borgia family," Nomelo paused and looked around, seeing only two of them in the room, he leaned forward slightly. After the death of Giovanni, Caesar was the only heir to the Borgia family. You should know what this means. The Pope may pay any price to save him, but the greater the cost, the more disadvantageous it will be for you in the future. , Do you think the Pope will always tolerate your extortion today? "
Alexander nodded. He admitted that Nomelo was right. In fact, it might be better to defeat Caesar on the battlefield, but now that the pope's son has become a captive, it will inevitably become a big trouble.
But this will only be the idea of ​​others, but Alexander does not care about this.
Because even if Alexander VI wants to retaliate against him in the future, it depends on whether he has that opportunity.
"The Zaroni family in Pisa must publicly renounce the inheritance of pizza," Alexander slowly pushed the wine glass in front of him. He carefully cut the lamb on the plate with a knife, and then ate a little bit, saying that he was not He likes this half-cooked and half-baked meal. If possible, he would prefer to eat an authentic red braised lamb "and the pope will appoint a bishop to officially crown Tomnio."
Nomelo's eyebrows twisted, and he never expected that Alexander didn't care about the Pope's wishes at all, and to his surprise, he didn't seem to care about his sister.
Does n’t it mean that their brothers and sisters have a good relationship, is n’t this true?
"In addition, I asked the Pope to formally issue an order for the closure of Pisa, acknowledging that the Duke of Pisa is eligible to be directly crowned by the Vatican."
Nomelo's face was amazed. He felt that it might be understandable if Alexander made this request for himself, but he is now fighting for this right for Pizza, which makes him feel a little unclear.
Nomelo was puzzled because such a decree meant that the Vatican recognized Pisa as an autonomous duke.
According to the status of Pisa today, once the Principality status is officially restored, Pisa must follow the previous affiliation to allegiance to the original suzerain.
Before Pisa became the reigning sovereign of the Republic, it was the royal family of Anjo in the Kingdom of Sicily in the early years.
Thinking of Nomelo's beard here moved slightly, he thought he had almost understood the purpose of Alexander.
Obviously, although Alexander was born in Naples, or Sicily, it is clear that he does not want to be a vassal of those two kingdoms forever, especially after becoming the earl of Montina, this ambition is probably even stronger.
So his decision was not so much to support the release of Pisa from the disappearance of the French royal family of Anjou, but rather to want to break away from the rule of the Sicilian Aragonese royal family.
What makes Nomelo feel strange is that what he can do to help Tomnio so much for his own benefit?
Alexander saw Nomelo's doubts, but he still continued: "In addition, I asked the Pope himself to sign an edict acknowledging Montina's right to protect Pisa. This is very important ..."
"This is impossible!"
Nomelo immediately interrupted Alexander's words.
"If the Pope would be deemed to have signed a failed war agreement, you should know that since the establishment of the Holy See, no Pope has ever signed such an agreement, let alone with a secular lord. Sign such an agreement. "
"Never?" Alexander's hand that originally stretched out to grab a glass stopped, and he looked at Nomelo on the opposite side, with a smile on his face that could not be said to be sarcasm or anything.
Nomelo's face appeared unnatural. He knew that what he said was actually wrong. Perhaps no pope in history had signed this agreement directly after the defeat, but he was forced to use help in various other ways. There are too many examples of compromising world powers time and time again.
But who are those people? The fierce King of France, or the Holy Roman Emperor who challenged the Holy See time and time again, only those with the greatest secular power at the time could challenge the authority of the Vatican.
Does this gombre want to do this now?
Is this brave or stupid?
Nomelo felt that he couldn't understand what Alexander was going to do. Did he really think that the pope would promise him this whimsical condition?
Or he thought he could control Caesar to do whatever he wanted. If the pope did not agree with him, would he dare to kill Caesar?
Nomelo looked at Alexandria incredulously. He wanted to remind the young man not to be too self-righteous, let alone blind victory to confuse his eyes, otherwise it would be a disaster to wait for him.
Just as Nomelo was preparing a warning of "good intentions", Alexander suddenly said indifferently: "Tomnio's family is now only Rio Tomnio and his wife. He has no heir so far, and from him It seems that it is unlikely that there will be any more children.
Alexander looked at Nomelo in doubt, and then continued in a very soft tone: "And Lukrezia is pregnant."
The look on Nomelo's face changed. His eyes were fixed on Alexander who was looking at him. After seeing Alexander nodded meaningfully, Nomelo opened his mouth and slowly grabbed the glass from the table and drank. A bite.
"Lucrezia?" The secretary asked dumbly.
"Lucrezia." Alexander nodded with a positive look.
"You, are you sure about this?" Nomelo knew that Alexander could understand what he was suggesting. "To know that once the people of the Zaroni family publicly renounced the rule of Pisa, the Tomnio family is a legitimate pizza." The ruler, by then they may not be willing ... "
"I can reach an agreement with Tomnio," Alexander feels almost the same, so I will not cover up. "I will exchange the protection of Pisa in exchange for Tomnio ’s acceptance of my condition, once his family has no heirs. The right to inherit the crown of the Duke of Pisa by me, or some of my descendants. "
"Earl, wait," Nomelo waved his hand slightly. He felt that the exhibition was more complicated than before he came. The secretary felt a little unacceptable for a while. "You should know that Lucrezia is going to be with Billy Shelley. The Duke is married, and you and her future child, "said the secretary, crossing the chest with a cross, said a little helplessly," I hope God bless the child, I mean you, even if the Tomnio family died, how do you Make sure this child can get the right to inherit Pisa in the future? "
Alexander narrowed his eyes slightly. He knew that if he were to explain to the person in front of him, he would never allow his woman to marry someone else, probably Nomelo would think that he must be crazy. After all, even Alexander VI was for his own sake. In the future, Lucrezia's mother married a close friend.
Therefore, Nomelo will question if Lucrezia will marry Duke Alfonso of Billy Shelley in the future, then their children will become embarrassed because of Lucrezia's marriage.
"You have to know that this child of Lucrezia is impossible to be admitted," Nomelo had calmed down from the accident just now, and he looked at Alexander's face only to show a playful look. "According to the order of His Majesty the Pope , He or she will be arranged to raise in the name of Giovanni Sforza ’s posthumous son, because there is no nominal relationship with you, so even if the Duke of Pisa is a heir, the only one who can inherit it is you. Do you think the pope will agree to your terms? "
Listening to Nomelo's suggestion that he was using an unborn child as an excuse, Alexander was not angry.
He knew that this kind of thing was very common in this era. In the eyes of the monarchs, children are only suitable for personal ambitions, even if it is due to Alexander VI ’s love of Lukrezija or Old Rovere ’s Valenti. That said, such a choice will still be made.
"You can pass on my terms to the Pope," Alexander certainly knew that this kind of thing could not be decided by Nomelo, and he had other things that the private secretary needed to tell him. "In addition, please tell your Majesty the Pope, I will go to Rome to see him in due course. "
Nomelo was really surprised this time. His head turned slightly to the side. He seemed to be sure if he had heard it wrong. When he heard Alexander say it again, he slowly picked up the table. The upper knife cut the meat under the plate, looking at Alexander carefully while cutting.
"Do you know what you are talking about," Nomelo asked slowly, "If you are the husband of Lucrezia, even if you have committed a very serious crime, the Pope probably doesn't look at Lucrezia Will punish you because you are his family after all, but if you just go to Rome in your current identity, then I can almost guarantee that you are unlikely or out of that city. "
Speaking of which, Nomelo put a bite of cut meat into his mouth and chewed and asked: "So tell me what you want to do, let me hear if you have any other ideas."
Despite what he said was very frank, Alexander's words secretly left his lips.
If it is Lucrezia ’s husband, can it be all right? Is it because family members do not need to worry about the family's conspiracy?
Thinking of the Duke of Poison, who is still a captive in his own hands, Alexander felt that Nomelo was indeed a personal secretary of Alexander VI. The lie was so natural and easy to say.
Alexander would not believe the family that Nomelo said in his mouth. After all, there was Giovanni Sforza in the front and Alfonso in the future. Both of these people let this 'family' give the pit dead.
"I am going to ask His Majesty the Pope for permission to establish a new exchange in Rome," Alexander said casually. "There is also a request for permission to obtain low tax rights in Rome."
Nomelo frowned again. He already knew that this negotiation was more complicated than he thought. At least some of the conditions successively proposed by Alexander were beyond his authority. Even Pope Alexander VI may not be able to Answer immediately whether you can accept these requests.
"I can make Rome the next pizza," Alexander said casually. When he heard a crisp collision between the knife and the plate in Nomelo's hand, he raised his glass and looked up at the promise that was looking up at him. Merlot gestured, "Do n’t you think that pizza is actually very small, or even Florence is still too small, I think there is enough market for us to earn wealth, at least now I see a nice place, "Alexander took a sip of wine" such as Venice. "
Nomelo coughed, almost choked by the wine that had just been drunk into his mouth.
Caesar was disappointed to hear that Nomelo had returned to Rome.
The news made Caesar a hopeful one who was immediately free and hopeful.
He angered Caldron angrily, and then asked the attendant to tell Alexander to ask him to see him.
But Alexander now has no time to meet his captives, and the increasingly impetuous pope army is provoking, or that some mercenary officers are already impatient.
For ordinary mercenaries, this kind of good thing that you can get a salary without fighting, but it is an unbearable suffering for those officers.
To make matters worse, as the weather gets colder, when one day after coming out of the tent, the grass that is already yellow in the wilderness has been covered with a shallow layer of hoarfrost, the mercenary officers have to start thinking An imminent issue.
Should I enter the winter camp?
The Montina army obviously didn't need to consider this issue. They could stay in a warm house and roast the fire to avoid the cold weather. More importantly, because they controlled the port of Livorno, they didn't have to worry about supply.
But the problems faced by the Pope have become more severe with each passing day.
On January 26, on the third day of Nomelo leaving Livorno and returning to Rome, an army of the Pope suddenly left the camp and headed out to a village south of Livorno.
The Montina soldiers who watched the movement of the pope far behind the chest wall quickly blew the horn.
The horn immediately alarmed Carlo, who was examining the chest wall in the distance.
Carlo has been waiting for the opportunity during this time. He knows that he is obviously not as useful as Aufrei, but he is not discouraged.
Carlo was waiting for an opportunity for him to prove his role, and now the opportunity suddenly appeared in front of him.
When the horn sounded, Carlo thought the enemy had attacked, but when he soon became calm on the open ground, he hurried to the southern end of the front line where the horn sounded.
The horn sound obviously also alarmed the pope army who tried to advance to the village. They first stopped to observe. When they saw that the Montina just played the trumpet and did not make any other response, they continued to advance to the village.
When Carlo arrived, he only saw the Pope's army advancing from a distance parallel to the chest wall, and there were a few people who didn't know what to do after playing the trumpet.
Do you want to rush out of the chest wall to stop the Pope's army? Look at the apparently large number of troops. Some Montina soldiers hesitated. At this moment Carlo came with a small group of soldiers.
"What's the matter?" Carlo asked himself, and then cursed angrily without waiting for the soldiers to answer. "What are you doing, are you watching them passing in front of you, or are you afraid?"
"But they have a large number of people," a soldier whispered. "Maybe they were shot before they rushed to them. It seems that many of them carry bows and arrows."
"Then we just need more people than they do," Carlo said, and turned to a soldier behind him, "Go and ask more people to come and tell them I need them here."
After that, Carlo, struggling over the chest wall with the help of the person next to him, looked at the soldiers who were behind him. Carlo shouted, "Agri, let them see how we did it!"
"what!"
A shout with a unique tone of the Aggris rang from Carlo. These Aggris who came out with Carlo from the beginning shouted, and lined up a tight line on the open ground.
It was these Agri soldiers who first began to train what he called the "Agri Phalanx" according to Alexander's intentions.
The Pope's army, which was advancing in the distance, stopped, and two officers came out of them. They first looked at the Agri army, which was obviously a lot smaller than themselves, and then the two began to discuss how to deal with the present. Although this is not a big threat, it does not know what to do for a while.
While the mercenary officers were still undecided, they suddenly showed that the enemy on the opposite side was approaching them.
"These people are crazy?" An officer looked a bit puzzled and looked carefully ~ EbookFREE.me ~ When he was sure that the enemy was indeed only the small square that looked opposite, he waved dissatisfiedly behind him Waving "Array, block them back, we have to hurry to the village soon."
A group of Pope Army soldiers came out of the ranks, and they began to form two rows of long queues. The cold light of the spears shone brightly in the late autumn afternoon.
Looking at his army, the officer showed a satisfied look. He believed that he could scare off the small army on the other side only by the number of people.
At this moment, he heard gunshots!
At this time, no one would have expected that a battle that was completely unexpected by everyone and eventually caused a bigger storm, it began. ...

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