Vol 4 Chapter 137: The devil's temptation?

Nomelo stroked his short beard, and he had a heavy purse in front of him, but this purse was not used to bribe him. Instead, he was bribing the person sitting opposite.
It was a very fat man. A wide coat with many stripes on him seemed like a large square box. The man ’s neck could not be found. The round jaw was completely stuck on his chest. It seems that a ball with facial features is directly mounted on it.
Because he was too obese, this person had to keep breathing. Without saying a word, he would hum first from the nose. It sounded as if it had been opened and closed from time to time, closing the door shaft of the squeezing door.
"That's not good, hum, I can't promise you, hum, if you know this kind of thing, I will lose my job or even lose my head."
The man seemed to be shaking his head, but it seemed that the movement was a bit difficult, so he changed it to a slight squeeze, almost to be squeezed by the upper and lower eyelids, leaving only one slit.
"Be aware that if the government has to make loans, they can find a lot of people. If necessary, we can even go directly to the Jews, although they hate it. At least their money is just gold coins and nothing else. Huh."
"It's very unpleasant to say that," Nomelo frowned slightly. "Do you think that the loan from our hands fell into a conspiracy?"
"Well, well then I will make it clear," the new fat Treasurer of Florence tried to free himself from the back of the chair and leaned forward. "We all know who you represent, and what I care about is how to maintain Florence And you want to bring the influence of the Pope to Florence, but if you think you are required to solve your problem by asking us to issue currency in Florence, I ca n’t agree, huh.

"So how can you agree? We all know that Florence ’s financial burden is already very heavy. If you ca n’t solve this problem quickly, the Florentines’ support for you will also be reduced. After all, you have to prove that Pizza Vernalola is more Okay. "
Nomelo frowned slightly, he did not expect this new treasury to be so stubborn, but he also knows that although he has received some acquiescence from Sazi, it does not mean that Sazi himself can decide everything, Florence's power It is not that Sazi is alone.
"We will get through the hardships," the Treasurer did not let it go. He stretched out his heavy finger on the purse in front of him, and then pushed it forward. "Listen, hum, what we want is that we can only Businessmen who deal with money are not conspirators who are prepared to reach out to our city and refuse to leave, hum. "
Nomelo walked out of the Treasurer's house with an unhappy look. He saw that there were several people waiting for the Treasurer's reception, and among them he saw several Jews.
"Sir, how do you say it?" One of the entourages greeted softly.
"This is a very stubborn person," Nomelo looked back at the mansion of the finance official. "But he is very smart. I now understand why Savonarola will eventually be overthrown, because he doesn't know how to do it. Choose the right assistant yourself. If this person was the financial officer, Florence might not be where it is today. "
"But didn't he reject us?" The attendant heard what Nomelo said.
"Yes, he refused very firmly. He even said that he would rather endure the loan sharks of the Jews than accept our" good intentions. "Nomelo laughed when he said good intentions.
"Then what should I do?"
Nomelo looked in the direction of the square, where there was a group of people who were constantly busy. From time to time, people could be seen walking across the street with a flatbed, and a pair of stiff feet were exposed under the covered meadow.
"Wait, they still have one big thing to do, maybe they will get smarter by then."
After hearing Nomelo's words, the nodded nodded, and compared with that big event, the other things did not seem so important.
Alexander took the plate passed by Aufrei. The smell of mutton soup made him a little bit tired. Although it was already a lucky thing for the soldiers to eat this every day, he was really tired of eating.
This made him wonder whether he should write a letter to James Columbus who had already gone to Castile and asked him to find a way to sell spices as soon as possible, but Alexander also knew that this business was not easy to do, if not It is a non-stop consumption item. The high price equivalent to gold allows spices to even replace gold as a currency in circulation.
In fact, in some places, spices have really been used as currency. The return of goods to barter means that the value of gold and silver kept falling, but at that time, some smart people also made a fortune.
Should I take advantage of this opportunity to make a fortune, Alexander thought so much, and then dismissed the idea.
This world is too big and there are too many opportunities to make money. It is impossible for all opportunities to make all the money. If that is the case, then you will become a person who will only pursue wealth, and may eventually die because of wealth. People.
In this era, the Fugel family is undoubtedly the most successful businessman. They have accumulated amazing wealth in a short period of time, but Fugel's drawbacks are also obvious.
Their source of wealth now depends on Emperor Maximian. Even years later, they used their wealth to push up a new emperor, but because of this they also had to rely on the power of the emperor to maintain the prosperity of the family.
When one day this reliance turns into bitterness, the Fugel family will inevitably taste the bitter fruit they had brewed.
A soldier ran over and handed over a letter. After opening the letter, Alexander looked at the contents and frowned lightly.
"Is the adult in trouble?" Aufrei knew that the letter was sent from the city. Looking at Alexander, there should be something wrong.
"It seems that we have to take a trip to the city." Alexander stood up, and for two days he sat on this stone and looked at the city below. Even the beautiful scenery would be boring for a long time.
"Florence?" Ofrei looked excitedly at the city below.
"Florence," Alexander nodded and looked back at O'Freil. "If you have time, you can visit Botticelli and Overel, but I think you will not see the greatest one. He should be by now. Not in Florence. "
"Adult, do you mean Leonardo?" Aufrei was a little excited and disappointed.
"Yes, Leonardo, that very famous person," Alexander laughed. "But his other name will become more famous in the future."
"What's the name?" Alfred asked suspiciously.
"Da Vinci, Leonardo di Piero da Vinci." Alexander turned to look at the other side of the king.
There is a little-known town there, at least not now, but in a few centuries the name of the town will be world-renowned.
Because here was born one of the greatest geniuses in human history.
This small town is called Finch Town.
When Mahimo saw Savonarola again, it was no longer in the house behind the town hall, but in the Florence central prison not far from the town hall.
This is the place where important prisoners are detained. For many years, there have been politicians who have failed in the struggle, and there have been prominent bishops. Today, Savonarola is held here in a separate place near the northeast corner. cell.
Because of the high terrain of the cell, although the window was not large, it was not blocked by the sun. When Mahimo walked in, he saw Savonarola leaning on the wall where the sun was shining directly, and closed his eyes to bathe the upper body in the sun in.
There were obvious scars on his face, one eye was high and swollen and almost could not be opened, and a tear in his lips vaguely saw the bulging gum inside.
"They hit you?" Mahimo asked, and then shook his head involuntarily. He thought it was hypocritical to ask.
"To make me confess to the crimes I committed," the pain and injury made Savonarola's voice sound ambiguous. "Will they execute me publicly?"
"There will be a public trial before this," Mahimo replied indifferently, and then squatted down. "You can ask for forgiveness and mercy, as long as you are willing to plead guilty to the pope and ask for amnesty, maybe there is still a chance to live Down. "
"Are you persuading me to ask Alexander VI for mercy?" Savonarola was not angry, just tilted his head and looked at Mahimo "I may be guilty, but my guilt is not yet religious enough, so I can't I called other people, and I was really scared. When I heard that I was going to be sentenced to capital punishment, I was scared. Even when they beat me, I confessed it because I could n’t stand it. This is all my crime. I asked Rodrigue Borgia and his fellow parties for forgiveness. I would n’t do it. Do you know that it ’s a real depravity? If that happens, even if I survive, I ’m just a dead soul. Of the body. "
"You refuse to ask for forgiveness just because you are afraid of being scolded for talking about greed and death, and you are only worried about these instead of your so-called beliefs," Mahimo stood up and looked at Savonarola coldly. "You Caring about your reputation is more important than caring about the people, you are just afraid of others' contempt for you. "
Savonarola's head moved, his eyelids lifted up and looked up at Mahimo who was standing in front of him, then smiled.
"Maybe you're right, I care too much about my reputation. I would rather give my life to bow to that Borgia for this, but isn't that what he wants to see, he wants everyone to know and He ended up for the enemy, and I succeeded him. "
"Are you really not afraid of death?" Mahimo stared at Savonarola. He hoped to find even a little fear and panic from this man's face. He felt that he needed to find out to make him feel a little calm inside.
Savonarola's swollen face sagged slightly, he seemed to be thinking and his cheeks flicked slightly.
"Yes, I'm going to die, I'm actually scared," Savonarola whispered to himself, "I don't know if I will go to heaven after death. The crimes they forced me to admit made me think I will be thrown into hell. But I did n’t make a mistake, did I? I just want to know how God will judge my actions. As for those people ’s accusations, I was forced to confess when I could n’t stand the pain.

Mahimo looked at the person in front of him silently. He didn't know if he had got the answer, but he knew that he would never forget this scene in his whole life.
This made Mahimo a little uncomfortable. He used to never worry about sentimental things, but now the voice of this Savonarola always seems to carry some kind of curse into his head, even when he is After seeing the miserable confession of this person because he couldn't bear the penalty, he couldn't let him drive this person out of his mind.
On May 11, the Florence government announced a public trial of Savonarola.
Although the huge torture platform piled on the square has already made the result of the trial well known, many people still hope to hear his own confession from Savonarola himself.
This is the only way to prove that this riot is correct.
The trial was conducted by an 11-member tribunal. When the judges dressed in costumes entered the square and boarded the built wooden platform, everyone in the square made a soft "poo" sound.
The judges looked gloomy at the crowd in the square, and there were some people's worries hidden in their looks.
"We have to sentence him to capital punishment," a judge sitting in the middle of the voice said in a low voice. He glanced at each side with the afterglow of his eyes. "The trial must be legal and must be able to withstand the most demanding questions."
"But the people ..." a judge on the left whispered with some worry. "Someone will defend him, and some people support him, especially the civilians."
"Trust me, people only want to hear what they are willing to believe, so we just let them know what they are interested in."
The Chief Judge whispered to the companion next to him, and then he picked up a heavy cane with copper heads from the table, and "Bang" pressed hard towards the table.
"With the justice and nobility of the Florence granted by God, we are here to declare that this court has the power to try and adjudicate," the chief judge stood up and announced loudly, "We will listen to the charges against the prisoners and screen them. , And finally determine whether these allegations are true. Now, bring the prisoner Gilloramo Savonarola! "
Following the Chief Judge's order, there was a louder roar among the crowd in the square, and everyone's eyes were cast on a prison car that had long been noticed.
The black begging door opened, and a person came down slowly from the car. Perhaps the sunlight was too dazzling. He raised his hand and covered it in front of him, then slowly lowered it.
A face appeared in front of the people, and a wave of noise rang out across the square in an instant.
Mahimo felt the uneasiness of the bishop sitting next to him, he looked at the figure, and then closed his eyes.
The trial is already doomed, so what else is worth appreciating?
Mahimo suddenly felt a little bored, and he vaguely knew what it was for.
He didn't want to see that person being tried by such a group of people, just as insulted like a monkey pulled out for exhibition.
When did you start to sympathize with this Savonarola?
Mahimo felt a little weird. He looked around and saw that a group of nobles were arguing about the man. He watched them coldly, and his mouth could not help but sarcastically smile.
It was these people who succumbed to him carefully when Savonarola came to power. They dared not wear luxurious clothes and precious stones, even cautiously even at home, because they did not know which of them The servant may then inform his guards about his words and actions.
And now they can finally dress up in public, and they can also use ridicule and ridicule in front of people to retaliate against the person who has feared them before.
Mahimo didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, but he couldn't calm down in his heart. When he heard the accused loudly, he looked up to the sky.
Mahimo was at a loss. He did n’t know if he was right to return to Florence. He even had some revenge in his heart before. Savonarola had ordered to whip him. The idea was gone now. The only thing he wanted to know It's just the answers in his heart that are getting more and more confused.
All the charges are being accused, and people are surprised that there is no one to defend him in Savonarola, or that the court did not intend to give him the opportunity to defend himself from the beginning.
People began to clamor, and some people questioned the justice of this court, but the answer was the rod of expulsion.
Savonarola remained silent and neither confessed nor refuted the accusation, and the record of his confession that he had obtained earlier became the evidence to prove his confession.
When a total of 44 counts were completely read, the provocative complainant took a deep breath.
"This man ’s crime is so serious that I even doubted what he used to do and deceived everyone ’s trust. I have reason to suspect that he got some terrible curse and magic from the devil, otherwise how could he be so deceived All the people? "The accuser shouted to the judges" So here I ask the fair court to sentence this terrible man heresy, and also ask the Holy Bishop of the Vatican to see if this person has sold his soul to him. devil."
Hearing the accuser, everyone ’s eyes were on the bishop, and everyone knew that the envoy from the Vatican would be the one who decided on the fate of Savonarola.
The bishop stood up slowly, his eyes not even looking at Savonarola seriously, but to the crowd in the square.
Masimo's body leaned forward involuntarily, UU reading www.uukanshu. The moment when com opened his mouth, he seemed to feel the heart involuntarily mention it.
"heresy!"
The voice passed from the wooden platform to the crowd, and the people who heard the announcement whispered, and the whisper spread to the distance like an expanding ripple on the water.
When the sound reached the edge of the square, a few people who had been watching it silently left quietly.
"Here is the power of the devil, so people with this power can seduce others," Alexander whispered while walking. "So when people do crazy things, they always want to describe the person who tempted them as a devil, because The power of the devil is powerful and irresistible, so all crimes committed by them are forgiven because they are interpreted as difficult to resist this terrible temptation, but in fact it is not the heresy and the devil that tempted them to do this , Just themselves. "
Listening to Alexander's words, Nomelo's heart jumped, and his eyes could not help glancing at Alexander.
"Take me to see the Treasurer," Alexander said to Nomelo. "Since he still doesn't understand his situation, someone needs to give him a good lesson."