Vol 4 Chapter 135: Piety and purity (Part 2)

Mahimo pinched the thick diary in his hands hidden under his robe. The hard skin of the diary had been cracked in some places, and it hurt a little.
Savonarola was not locked up with his party. Those people were locked in the dungeon of a small castle not far from the pier. It was built on a huge reef that stretched directly from the land into the sea. The solid structure of the castle makes it a dual role of lookout and dungeon.
Savonarola was locked in a separate house behind the city hall. The house was very strong and made entirely of stone. The windows were fixed with wooden fences except for a door. This was originally used to imprison some Convenient for prisoners thrown into prison.
More than a dozen guards are here, these people are not mercenaries but those who are "infuriated". Letting these people rather than mercenaries guard is to prevent someone from bribing or desperately trying to rescue Savonarola.
Everyone knows that mercenaries are not very reliable, whether in front of money or swords.
Masimo walked into the house under the guidance of an official. The light here was a little dim, mainly because the curtains of all the windows were tightly pulled out, and the sunlight outside could not enter.
At this time, the lights were on in the house. The dim light made the house look a little warm, but Mahimo knew all this was false.
It can only be seen from the look on the faces of the "irritated" people standing in those houses and the shiny weapons in their hands that these people are ready to execute the prisoners at any time.
When Savonarola was arrested, someone proposed to execute him on the spot, not because of anger and hatred, but because of the fear of this person.
Savonarola has an amazing instigation ability. His speech has extraordinary charm, which can arouse people's resonance and response. Many people are attracted to him after hearing his sermon, and then follow his footsteps. Some have become firm supporters of his faith.
The "irritated people" also used incitement to entrap the people, but it was because of this that they became more aware of the terrible and enormous power of such incitement.
So many of them are more inclined to execute Savonarola immediately, rather than giving him the opportunity to turn over again.
Mahimo stopped at the door of a room and watched the official and the captain standing at the door whisper a few words and then showed Sazi's warrant before opening the door with the key.
Mahimo entered the door.
The room was very bright, and two huge wax tables lit up a table in the middle. Except for a few chairs and a table, there was nothing else here, and Savonarola was sitting at the table. before.
The two short coats he wore on his body proved Mahimo's presumption that when the rioting people broke into the house, he was taken away without a chance to put on his clothes.
Savonarola was lying on the table halfway down and writing something. Hearing the door, he looked up and looked at the door.
Then Mahimo saw a calm face with obvious bruises.
Savonarola's face was full, the brow bone was high, and the bridge of the nose was high. The entire nose bone was almost directly connected from the forehead down to the tip of the nose, which made him look firm and very serious.
But his lips are very thick, not that kind of eloquent, but anyone who knows him a little bit will not forget his very provocative language expression ability, this ability makes him not yet Before the consul, he had a huge reputation that was difficult for others to figure out.
Seeing Mahimo, Savonarola's face was suspicious, and after looking at it for a while, he put down his pen and said in a calm tone, "Please forgive my stupidity, you are familiar but I can't remember I've seen it before. "
"Master Dean, it seems that I am really a trivial little person in your mind," Mahimo laughed self-deprecatingly, but he was not surprised, after all, he was indeed a man before meeting Alexander Little man "Allow me to remind you that you spent a short time in St. Mark's Abbey a few years ago, during which time you still took good care of me."
Speaking of this, Mahimo had a strange smile on his face, and at the same time he reached out his left hand and gently stroked his lower right shoulder.
"I remembered it, Mahimo." Savonarola's face showed a bit of enlightenment, and then she seemed to think of something interesting and smiled. "In fact, I should have thought of you, but your changes are a bit big and I did n’t expect to see you at this time, and you ’re very impressed.
"Not as impressive as you left me," Mahimo looked at Savonaro "especially every time you ordered someone to beat me with a whip."
Savonarola smiled, seeming not to worry about the extraordinary person who was now able to decide his own life and death.
"I remember you always violated the canon, drinking, gambling, and fooling around with women," Savonarola leaned back on his chair and looked at Mahimo seriously. "My St. Mark's Abbey is serious and pure, But the time you were there ruined the atmosphere, and some people could n’t help but tempt to fall with you. I have to correct it all.

Mahimo nodded silently, but he would not deny these accusations. In fact, Savonarola said only a small part of it. Although he stayed at St. Mark ’s Abbey for a short time, he was kicked out, but he stayed. The reputation below can definitely be described as unpleasant.
"But you, Master Dean, have you ever thought about it? I only spent a short period of time in the birth of Mark, but why do you monks who have worked so hard to maintain the commandments for so long, but they fell quickly because of me as a person? Is my behavior more powerful than the Benedict canon you follow? "
"That's because your behavior has always followed your heart," Savonarola leaned forward slightly. "Mahymo I probably didn't tell you, you are one of the smartest people I have ever seen, Whether it ’s your thoughts or a similarly sophistical excuse for canons or even doctrines, I have been surprised, because you can always find excuses for yourself with various specious reasons, but because of this I think you are more dangerous . "
"So you always let me taste the whip," Mahimo smiled. "You want me to be exactly like everyone else and be one of the sets you preach."
"I'm helping you get on the right path," Savonarola interrupted Mahimo, and then he looked up and down at Mahimo. "I heard that the Vatican sent messengers, so you came with them."
"It seems that even if you are locked here, your news is very well informed," Mahimo looked back at the door. "Let me think, are some of the people outside to give you a message?"
"They just told me something trivial," Savonarola said calmly. "You don't have to worry about them secretly releasing me. They told me that they just wanted me to ask them for mercy because of fear."
"So are you scared"
"Fear," Savonarola nodded without hesitation. "Although ascending to heaven is the desire of every devout person, the fear of death is always inevitable."
"I may be able to save you from death," Mahimo thought and took the diary out and put it on the table. "I read these things without your permission. I want to know what you would use if you could die." In return. "
Savonarola was silent, his eyes fixed on the diary, and after a while he reached out and picked it up from the table.
"Since you have seen it, you should know a lot of things about me," he opened the diary, and looked at the obscure writing on it. "I have seen people ruin themselves and their families because of moral degradation. The rich have taken away the poor ’s only food for a small amount of money. Is n’t it all arranged by God? As for the clergy, they enjoy people ’s respect for their identity and the desire to get God ’s guidance from them. But they are arrogant and wantonly to gather together. They raise their mistresses and conquer violently. Is this all the power God has given them? "
Even when it comes to this, Savonarola's tone is not excited, it seems that it is just narrating the facts, but because of this, Mahimo can feel the inner anger of the person in front of him from it.
"I have met those great masters who can dedicate their talents to the sacred church, but they are more willing to paint those shameful things, because they know that only in this way can the people admire them."
Savonarola shook her head gently.
"God created our bodies, but God did not restrain our souls. He gave us the power of whether our bodies can return to his glory after death, if you can, you can rise to heaven, otherwise You will fall into hell. "
Under Mahimo's gaze, Savonarola stood up and walked around the table. He extended a finger and lightly tapped on Mahimo's chest.
"Tell me monks, will you feel empty after enjoying those fallen joys, and will you be at a loss for your own behavior," Savonarola lowered her head slightly and looked at Mahimo "giving up Benny Dick's canon and those I preached to you before, those things are actually illusory. Just ask your heart if you know that all this is shameful and shameful, whether it is after every extravagant and hectic pleasure You will find all of this uninteresting. If so, you can ask yourself what you want to pursue. "
Mahimo looked down at the finger that pressed against his chest, then slowly raised his head.
"Master Dean, I have to admit that what you said really moved me, but my depravity is my own choice, and other people's influence is my choice, and you are forcing us to obey your orders, Adults, do you know that the life of the Florentines is very bitter, do you know how difficult it is for a family outside to fill their stomachs, who do you think is the fault of all this? "
Mahimo's question silenced Savonarola. He slowly backed down and sat down in front of his chair, his eyes on the notebook on the table.
"I know that it is my responsibility. I am not a qualified consul. Even my ability may only be within the walls of St. Mark, beyond that range is the disaster of others and myself." Vinarola laughed at herself, "but I still hope to help others, especially those who are poor, and no one should be poor."
Savonarola's always calm emotions were suddenly agitated.
"You asked me if I knew that the Florentine people were suffering. I want to tell you that I not only know but also know clearly, I know that the food I save every day is useless, but all I can do for them is try to arrange for them to enter. The factory, with a low salary every day, barely feeds the family, and what the businessmen are doing, they are unkindly eroding the blood and sweat of the poor. Those people emptied almost the entire Florence, and they made everyone in trouble. Is it right? "
Mahimo was silent. He felt a little unsure how to answer at this time. At least in the matter of getting the Florentine into trouble, he felt that he really had no right to criticize others.
"Why are the poor poor? Are they stupid or lazy? I have seen workers who work 17 hours a day. They eat even black bread every day, but they are still poor. This is why they are not hardworking enough. They are destined to be poor "
Massimo opened his mouth slightly, and he found it difficult to answer.
"In the era of Medici, they ruled the Florentines with their tyrants, and their wool workshops made an incalculable amount of wealth for their families, but they were never satisfied, and almost no one could escape their oppression. Almost all the wool workers ’hands were handicapped because of the soaking of hot water all year round, but the Medici family had never done anything for them. Their money was used to buy those paintings and sculptures. Art gains a good reputation, but in fact they only make the word art more degenerate or even dirty. "
Savonarola's tone is not exciting, even when it comes to the most indignant, it still seems to be just talking about things that have nothing to do with himself.
But his eyes were extremely focused. When he spoke, his eyes always stayed on the opposite side of Mahimo's face. The serious look made his whole person look firm and unyielding.
Mahimo listened silently, he did not know how to refute, in fact he knew that Savonarola was indeed telling the truth.
The Medici family's experience of gaining wealth is definitely not kind, and even if you make a careful correction, you will find that the family with high prestige does many things that are not glorious.
From the earlier Cosimo Demetizi ’s use of loan sharks to save all his wealth, to Lorenzo Demetizi ’s bribery of Parliament to gain power, and then to establish the tyrant status belonging to this family, all prove that the Metizi family It is not an innocent past.
"But what does this mean," Mahimo met Savonarola's gaze. "Do you think you are more noble than those of Mettizi? The people suffer more under your rule, I have seen them, That ’s not much better or worse than the time of Medici. "
"But I gave them hope." Savonarola's voice became slightly agitated. "Those people used art to deceive the people, and tempted them to use those illusory beauty and appetite to make them forget what real pain is. But I remind them with piety so that they do n’t forget what really depraved them. I wo n’t regret my choice. Even if they are regarded as heretics, they will stick to my faith, because I saw the depravity and greed. Sin, then I will erase this depravity with pure piety. "
Mahimo wanted to refute him. He wanted to tell this person that not everyone was willing to accept his suit. Not everyone thought he could solve the trouble of stomach squeal by reciting hymns. As for beautiful women and Good wine, Mahimo feels that he can't live without this life.
It was just that these words came to my mouth but they all swallowed strangely. As for the original thought of wanting to retaliate against the whips that had been taken before by this sarcasm, Mahimo suddenly lost interest.
"You will be tried." Mahimo stood up slowly. "But I think you should be very clear that you have no right to self-defense in this trial. All your crimes will be listed in advance, so I will just remind you if You do n’t want to be humiliated at the last minute, it ’s best to admit all the charges against you. "
"At the last minute," Savonarola whispered to herself, then looked at Mahimo "what penalties I will be sentenced"
"Profane, heretic, defamation of the Holy See and brutal rule," Mahimo looked at Savonarola's face. "You will be sentenced to capital punishment."
After a short while, Savonarola stayed a little, he seemed to be frightened by Mahimo's words, but soon his expression returned to calm.
"The punishment for heresy is not for me. The person who should really punish is now holding up the throne in the Vatican," Savonarola took the desk pen and looked at Mache again before continuing to write down. Mo "Monk, if you can save my manuscripts like this diary, I will be very grateful, and there are these things I am writing now, I do n’t want them to defend me, but I hope One day someone can use these things to know what has happened in our time. "
Mahimo nodded his head slightly after thinking about it. He was indeed curious about what Savonarola would leave for future generations.
According to his knowledge, at least for a long time, this person's name will be remembered as a heretic.
When Mahimo left the house, he saw several Florentines hurrying past him and walked in. Then, when he did not go far, he vaguely heard waves of pain in the house. Screams.
The Florentines are forcing Savonarola to plead guilty, and Mahimo flashed this year's thoughts at the same time. At the same time, he saw a group of people busy carrying various wood to the opposite square.
That is the execution table being prepared.
Mahimo took a deep breath, and he suddenly felt a little confused ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Even after shaking his head twice, he didn't throw Savonarola's words out of his mind.
"Poor man." In the end, Mahimo could only sigh so helplessly and turned around to walk into the city hall.
Meanwhile, in a room in the city hall, a man was handing a well-sealed letter to Sazi.
"This is the condition of His Majesty the Pope," Nomelo looked at Sazi slightly curiously. He had not seen the new governor before, but this was not the reason that made him curious, and really caused Nomelo to be curious Yes, something that Alexander asked him to say to Alexander VI before.
"The benefit of overthrowing Savonarola is not just the elimination of an enemy of the Pope. What really matters is that we can make the new Florence government our friend, and for the new government, Savonarola ’s The fall caused them to also lose the trust of the Florentines, so if they want to avoid being threatened by enemies such as the Medici, the only option is to cooperate with us. "
"What's this?" Watching the opened secret letter Sazi's expression change instantaneously, he suddenly raised his head and stared at Nomelo "This is the condition proposed by the pope."
"Yes, this is the only condition for Your Majesty," Nomelo bowed slightly. "The Pope is very eagerly waiting for your reply. This can be done after the public trial of Savonarola, but this condition is not tolerated. Rejected. "
Listening to Nomelo's words, the look on Sazi's face changed. He looked down at the letter again. After reading it several times, Sazi's expression finally calmed down a little.
"It's his purpose that way," Sazi muttered to himself. "I think I already know who this is, and I know why. It is really a currency issued by the Vatican in Florence. Wonderful trap. "