Standing outside the audience, Alexander groaned as he looked down the long hallway in front of him, then turned his head to look at the two closed doors behind him.

He felt that he should be glad that he was still alive.

It was clear to him what Giovanni had thought, but Alexander VI clearly did not have any good intentions towards him, and perhaps had been prepared to sacrifice him from the beginning, which was completely in line with his habits.

In the end, however, Alexander VI decided to expose their trick only in front of Giovanni, who was stunned at first when he saw two identical letters in front of him, and then bowed his head without saying anything more.

"Should I choose to believe you," Alexander VI asked Giovanni in a puzzled tone, and then he looked at Alexander, who was also silent, "tell me, how do you convince me that you can be who you say you are?" ”

Giovanni looked at Alexander strangely, he didn't know what assurances Alexander had given in the short time before he came in, at least in his opinion, Alexander must have been sacrificed in this matter.

But that doesn't seem to be the case now.

"I'm going to make the Sforza family think that I have their secrets, or at least the secrets of Giovanni and Colombo, and that would make them feel dangerous," Alexander said to Giovanni, "and he's going to do a lot of wrong things out of nervousness, just to make them feel like they might be threatened." ”

"A decoy," Alexander VI muttered for a moment, then looked at his son, "Well, you can leave with this friend of yours, but I warn you Giovanni, don't deceive your family, and don't forget that Giovanni is your sister's husband." ”

Giovanni slowly looked up at his father, then walked over and took Alexander VI's hand and kissed it silently.

Now, looking at the corridor in front of him, the door behind him, and the silent Giovanni Borgia next to him, Alexander felt that his clothes were cold inside, and the hair on his forehead was already soaked with cold sweat.

"I underestimated you," Giovanni finally spoke, looking at Alexander with some curiosity, as if to see what was going on in his head, and then he asked in a tone of humor, "The Pope accepted your advice, so how are you going to play your part?" ”

How to play? Alexander looked at Giovanni with some inexplicability, he knew what was going to happen next, and he knew what the Borgia family would do next, but now he had to tell them, which made Alexander feel a little strange.

"Maybe we should make your brother-in-law feel a little bit of danger, and let him know that his little secrets seem to have been discovered." The more Alexander spoke, the more strange he felt, he couldn't help but think of Conio, who had even compromised with Conneo in order to get rid of the crime of killing Colombo, but now he had to take the initiative to take the charge on himself, which made him feel a kind of inexplicable irony and helplessness, and at the same time he couldn't help but think of the marriage between Lucrezia and Giovanni Sforza, it seems that these two people are finally going to end in the trajectory of history.

Giovanni nodded noncommittally, in fact, the blow he had just received was not small, when he saw two identical forged letters, Giovanni's heart jumped wildly, he first thought that he had fallen into a trap, all of which was arranged for him.

At that moment, Giovanni really felt scared, and that trembling feeling could still be deeply felt even when standing in the corridor of the cathedral.

"My lord, please allow me to take my leave."

Alexander's voice woke Giovanni, who had fallen into memories because of that trembling, and he waved his hand a little dazedly, but when he saw Alexander turn away, his heart moved slightly, and he shouted: "Wait a minute." ”

Alexander turned to look at Giovanni.

Was it really not Caesar who arranged all this? Giovanni was tempted to ask, but he didn't.

Giovanni knew what that would bring, and even what would happen if he didn't get an answer.

Looking at Alexander's back as he left, Giovanni let out a deep sigh.

Walking out of the cathedral, a cold wind mixed with the smell of dust came to his face, and looking at the busy crowd outside the church, Alexander also exhaled hard.

The Vatican is building magnificent buildings everywhere, and for a long time to come, great works of art and palaces of extraordinary significance will be erected, countless great carvings will be erected, and many masterpieces of famous artists will be displayed in the city.

"Maybe I'll have the pleasure of meeting Leonardo da Vinci."

As Alexander stepped down the first step, he suddenly thought, the era of the great Renaissance three masters, those names that would make people excited and the masterpieces they were proud of should have appeared one after another during this period, Bologna, Milan, Venice, Genoa, and Florence, which is known as the irrefutable literary center of this era, these places must have more attractive things waiting for him to admire and discover.

"It's good to be alive." Alexander sighed from the bottom of his heart.

If you want to see all this, you have to live well.

Alexander finally couldn't help but look back, the cathedral at this time was not as magnificent as it looked many years later, not even the famous dome surrounded by twelve angels, and the cathedral now looked more like a large rectangular coffin, which may be a strange description, but in Alexander's opinion, people entering and exiting from it were indeed like walking into a huge tomb.

Alexander shook his head slightly to dispel the strange thought in his head, and he turned and walked forward, where he was not allowed to ride in a carriage, and his guards were limited to waiting far away, and as he made his way through the messy construction site, Alexander's eyes were fixed on everyone who was close to him.

Perhaps one of them would suddenly charge at him, and then draw his hidden dagger and stab him.

This is the Vatican, but it's also Rome, and there are so many people who have been assassinated in this city, the most famous of which is Caesar.

Will I be assassinated like Caesar? Alexander asked in his heart, he was still not sure if Alexander VI would suddenly change his mind, for that person, all plans were based on the premise of getting enough benefits, so if he didn't think it was worth it, he could change his mind at any time.

And in addition to Alexander VI, there are actually many people who want to kill him now.

Julia Farne was about to avenge her brother, and even if Alexander VI didn't want to kill him, if he did leak the news about Colombo as he proposed, Giovanni Sforza or anyone else would soon want his life.

Unexpectedly, in the short time he came to Rome, he had become a thorn in the side of many people, Alexander secretly laughed at himself, and at the same time clenched the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Of course, he could not carry a musket when he met the Pope, so the only thing he used to protect himself now was his sword.

The Guards were still far away, to be precise, in the vicinity of the Carolingian Palace.

Two figures appeared on the road ahead, and Alexander's heart tightened for a moment, and he looked at the two men, while his feet did not stop but continued as before.

The two men were clearly coming towards him, and when they saw him, one of them quickened his pace and walked ahead.

"Are you going to kill me?" Alexander's hand pressed on the hilt of his sword, he knew that his fighting skills were terrible, although he had studied with Nashan for a long time, it was obvious that he was not too confident in his skills after being beaten by gypsies again and again.

The men in front of him had come not far from him, and Alexander stopped, noticing that the two men were dressed in a familiar way, or rather that they were not Romans.

"Dear Lighthouse Keeper," said the man in front of him, then saluted Alexandria and said in a tone typical Sicilian, "by order of Bishop Alfonso of Palermo, we have come to bring you an invitation from the Bishop. ”

Alexander looked at the two men in front of him with a slight astonishment, by this time he could already be sure that they were indeed Sicilians, and it was obvious that they were still Alfonso's entourage, but he really couldn't understand why Alfonso suddenly wanted to invite him.

And it was clear that Alfonso had arranged for someone to wait outside the cathedral after seeing him outside the Pope's audience, so the two men greeted him as soon as he came out.

When did Alfonso become so enthusiastic? Or what tricks is he going to play?

Alexander couldn't help but think of Krion.

The news that Clarion had assassinated Cardinal Monteiro surprised Alexander, and what he didn't expect was that Alfonso was said to be on the spot.

When he heard the news, Alexander was almost immediately sure that Alfonso had instructed all this, but he really did not understand whether Alfonso had gone mad to assassinate a cardinal, and that this kind of thing was the most terrible punishment that awaited him once it was exposed, and how could he be so stupid as to be at the scene of the assassination?

These doubts had crossed his mind when he had accidentally met Alfonso outside the audience, but all his thoughts were on the matter of facing Alexander VI at the time, so he did not have time to think about it.

And he didn't expect Alfonso to arrange for someone to wait for him outside the cathedral, just to meet him.

Alexander didn't know that Alfonso had found clues about the long-missing Kunto from Sophia's crossbow, but he still knew that Kunto was sent by him, and because of this, Alexander was curious about Alfonso and deeply wary of it.

Alexander couldn't forget what Kunto had seen before he died, and he remembered what Kunto had said when he told him to find Alfonso before he died.

He never said that to anyone, and even though he met Alfonso later, Alexander did not convey it to him for various reasons.

"Your Excellency?"

Seeing that Alexander was silent, the person on the other side reminded him softly.

After thinking about it, Alexander nodded, it was not good to get along with Alfonso, at least this person's ambition made Alexander feel uneasy, and Kunto's death always made him have a trace of vigilance in his heart.

Quinto was betrayed and plotted, which Alexander had no doubt, so even if he asked Alexander to find Alfonso before he died, Alexander did not come to the door so casually.

And he's glad he didn't.

"I will go to see the Bishop, but before I can do what His Majesty the Pope has given me."

Alexander's words made the Sicilians' expressions change, of course, the bishop's invitation could not be compared with the Pope's mission, and he had heard that he could actually meet the Pope, which was enough to make the Sicilians no longer dare to regard him only as the original lighthouse keeper.

Looking at the increasingly humble Sicilians, Alexander was amused by his fox and tiger might, but even if he borrowed the bad reputation of Alexander VI, he would not go to this appointment easily.

Just think of the elusive Arian, and Alexander thought it would be better to be cautious.

Several horsemen appeared in the street in the distance, among them the figure of Paul Busacko made Alexander smile, and the Agrics finally arrived in Rome on the evening of the third day, although everyone was immediately so tired that they fell to the ground and did not want to get up, but Alexander knew how important such a march was to them.

Even if someone was left behind along the way, Alexander didn't care, he already felt that the Agri musketeers who had gone through the long journey were changing dramatically, if the experience from Agri to Rome had turned them from farmers to soldiers, then the trek from Sannello to Rome was changing them from mercenaries like most of the people at the moment, to standing armies that could really endure hardship.

The sound of horses' hooves was already heard in the distance, and the two Sicilians looked back at the sound and several musketeers on horseback caught their attention.

Looking at them, Alexander's hand was always pressed against the hilt of his sword, and even if he was sure who the other party was, he still didn't dare to be careless.

"Your Excellency!" Paolo Busako, who was at the front, quickly approached Alexander, and jumped off his horse as the saber at his waist slapped on his thigh.

"My huntsmen," Alexander smiled at first at the guards, and then again at the two Sicilians, "tell the Bishop, that I will visit him in due course." ”

The Sicilian spoke slightly, but finally bowed his head silently and left.

Looking at the back of the Sicilian, Alexander suddenly remembered the inexplicable words that Kunto said to him temporarily.

"From now on, that noble crown will remain......" Alexander muttered to himself, and then looked up at the city of Rome in the distance, "but for whom?" ”