Michelangelo clearly had all the qualities of an artistic giant and a master, even if he was only emerging now, but he already had the character of a great master.

Perhaps the most impressive of these is stubbornness.

Although the phrase "only paranoia can succeed" has not yet been invented, Michelangelo has already explained that it is indeed an eternal truth.

And because it is a characteristic of the human personality, it is more true than some slogans that claim eternal truth, but it is also more stubborn.

So although it was sternly rejected by Alexander, Xiaomi was not discouraged, and even became more determined because of this refusal.

Again and again he described his great ideas to Alexander, forgetting even what he had come to the Marino Palace for, and then he simply pushed aside the mess on the table and began to sketch.

Looking at the seemingly perfect pattern between the position and the proportional space of the figure on a blank piece of paper, and then the proportional sketches that gradually appeared as the lines were drawn, Alexander was eager to snatch them from his hand and collect them.

I believe that these things must be valuable art treasures after a few hundred years, and even if the descendants of the Gombray family will inevitably lose their authority and position at that time, they will probably be able to live a worry-free life for future generations by relying on these things.

The cranky Alexander looked at the future master who is still 'Xiaomi' and kept explaining, but on the contrary, he did not change at all.

Do you want to strip naked and turn around in front of this bastard so that he can see clearly?

Even more excessively, it is said that in order to experience the subtlety of the human body structure more appropriately, those masters sometimes have to look at it but also have a more direct sense of touch, so that they can truly feel the undulating veins and subtle differences between the body structure and skin texture of each different human object.

Let this Michelangelo casually touch and stroke his sister's unclothed body?

How is this possible!

Even I didn't ......

No, how could this kind of thing be allowed to happen, even if this person probably didn't have to worry about anything because of his orientation, but thinking about it being a man after all, Alexander felt uncomfortable.

"And what do you think?" Looking at Michelangelo chattering, Josa asked the man next to him who didn't talk much, and Alexander noticed that Josa was obviously more respectful of that person, and his tone revealed the attitude of asking for advice rather than the attitude of the nobles to the craftsmen, "Do you think there are any other things that need to be modified in our new palace?" ”

"No, it's almost perfect."

The one was obviously more taciturn and less talkative, but Alexander didn't like the way he looked at him, which was different from Michelangelo's, and his gaze showed an appreciation for "woman" rather than "beauty".

"But as far as I know, your architectural masterpieces tend to be more grand and majestic, so I thought maybe you could give some other suggestions."

Josa didn't want to be told a few perfunctory words, and although she knew that it was rude to consult the two architects in front of them at the same time, she didn't really care, and the way she looked at Alexander made him realize that he seemed to have something else in mind.

"I think it's perfect," the man smiled at him, "I know you want your home to be a great building, so that you or the Count's descendants may be proud of the glory of your ancestors, but I can't help you but warn you that I probably can't help you in this matter." Because you need a house where you can live and even have children in it, not a cage made of cold marble, my style may not suit your needs. ”

Alexander looked at this man with a little surprise, he didn't expect this guy who looked a little lustful to be so honest, and even refuse a gold owner in order to maintain the perfection of his style.

He should have seen that Jisha didn't care about money, but in this way, it showed that this person had some cleanliness in art.

But Alexander still didn't like the look in his eyes!

As if impressed, she picked up a pen on the table, and gently brushed her slightly slender jaw with the goose feathers on it while contemplating, this action made the eyes of the two masters of the art instantly glow, and they looked at the girl with a half-dragging arm and a little contemplation, the man's eyes were more passionate, and Michelangelo was more fanatical.

"This is what it looks like, look at the Earl, what a perfect side face, from here you can see a near-perfect face, and the curves of the body, which are a little green but even more reverie, and look at the transition between the slightly undulating peaks and the lower belly like the flat earth, imagine this kind of scenery, what a pleasant ...... it would be to wander in the valley in the middle of this transition."

"Ahem!"

Alexander had to interrupt Michelangelo's increasingly explicit descriptions with a dry cough, and he even wondered if Millet was a vulgar painter before he became famous, and Alexander wanted to beat him up after listening to his descriptions.

"I'm sorry Count, but Miss Countess is one of the most perfect models I've ever seen," Michelangelo said, still a little reluctant, and then he leaned over to keep his voice low, "And, of course, your little bohemian woman, I heard that it was a shame that she left, and I always wanted to use her as my model." ”

Alexander shook his head, of course he knew that the masters were a little quirky, but Michelangelo's quirks were at least safe for him, and the guy on the other side who had accosted Jossa again, whose name he had so far unknown, was not so safe.

Artists have almost volcanic passions and pent-up desires that seem to explode at any moment, and to put it mildly, a herd of stallions that seem to be in a perpetual state of excitement.

Alexander felt that at least the man in front of him was.

"Brother, let me introduce you, Master Beramont," Josa smiled at Alexander as if he had only just remembered at this point, "I think you must have heard of his masterpieces, but now he is planning a truly great building, and I am sure you must know that Queen Isabella financed the construction of a chapel in honor of St. Peter, and this is the master's masterpiece." ”

Alexander's lips moved, he had to admit that coming to Rome was really an eye-opener, and anyone who came to the house could be a master, at least the stallion man in front of him was indeed a master.

Bramonton, the future builder of the Chapel of Tambidère, is arguably the father of the Roman Revival style of architecture, so much so that many years later, when he walked around the world, he was not careful to see the initiator and initiator of the revival of the ancient Roman style of architecture that he advocated.

The admiration for the Romanesque dome, which was not inferior even to the grand dome of the famous Duomo del Fiore in Florence, made him one of the icons of the revival of Rome and even the revival of ancient art in this era.

Now the man was standing in front of him, and his eyes were drifting to his sister.

"Master, I'm really sorry, I was rude just now." Alexander walked over enthusiastically and pulled the master to his side, "I think my sister must be boring to you, I've heard of your style, and I do have an idea, maybe you will be interested." ”

Looking at the back of the master who had been reluctantly pulled away from her, she smiled, she knew that Alexander probably already understood why she had invited this master to her house.

In fact, Beramont was not suitable to be the designer of a palace mainly for residence, and he admired Michelangelo's designs more than her, and even when Michelangelo said that he could create a statue for her, he couldn't help but be moved.

"But in the new palace," Millet still spared no effort to sell his advice, "please forgive you for knowing that a person's beauty is temporary, but your statue is eternal, and you can let your descendants see the beautiful image you have left in this world, and let them know that you were conceived from such a perfect and intoxicating body." ”

Michelangelo's words really touched Josa, who doesn't want to let their most beautiful moment last forever, even if it's just a cold stone, but think that even after thousands of years, the world will still be obsessed with herself now, and that intoxicating feeling is enough to make Josha's heart stir and can't be controlled.

Alexander seemed to be very opposed to doing so, but perhaps he would not have objected so vehemently if he had promised him that the statue would only be his personal treasure.

Ji Sha pondered, turned to look at the two people who were chatting a little farther away.

Bramont was right, his dedication and sincerity in art made him intolerant of perfunctory, even in the face of a beautiful woman he loved.

It is true that he is not good at building things that are suitable for living and full of life, his works are magnificent and powerful, and he is good at building churches and town halls with grand structures and imposing buildings.

Also good at building, castles!

When he heard Jossa mention the name Beramont, Alexander realized the true purpose of Jössa because his sister had been educated so that she could not even know that Bramont was not the right person to build the New Marino Palace, but she chose this man anyway.

Then the only explanation is that she prepared it for his Château Montina.

Alexander looked in the direction of Jisha, and the two looked at each other, and for a moment they couldn't help but freeze slightly.

Michelangelo happened to see this scene.

Alexander's gaze was like gazing at a treasure that shook Millet, and he seemed to grasp a hint of inspiration, and at that moment he felt that the idea that had been brewing in his mind but could not be expressed became extremely clear in an instant.

Attentive eyes, serious and persistent, it is a kind of calm but never any ambiguous firmness.

What was stared at by that look was a beautiful face, and those beautiful eyes revealed the same persistence, as if there was nothing else except the man in his eyes.

Michelangelo's mouth opened slightly, and the spirituality of the artist Octavia and the master of the future made him seem to have discovered some kind of assumption that he had never thought of before, and did not dare to think about.

Is this possible?

Michelangelo asked inwardly, and then he shook his head slightly, but then a look of excitement flashed in his eyes.

A pair of young men and women with a relationship that transcends the normal worldly brother and sister are full of forbidden love that is forbidden by the laws and morals of the world and is destined to lead to a tragedy!

Michelangelo felt that the blood in his body was about to burn, and he even remembered the heroes of Greek mythology and legend who were destined for tragedy because they transcended the normal relationship with blood relatives.

Michelangelo had the urge to work immediately, to sculpt Alexander in his current form, so that his attentive eyes would remain in people's memories forever.

Alexander didn't know that he had been betrayed by his own eyes, or that he had met a master who didn't see everything with ordinary eyes.

But he knew that it was not appropriate to look at his sister like this, and he was pleased with the interest shown by Bramont in Montina.

Like many of the masters of his time, Bramont was fond of challenging grand architectural plans, always wanting to make their works a masterpiece of stone for the world to admire.

But unlike others, Bramont is more detail-oriented.

He was able to make a small prayer hall more cumbersome than a large cathedral, as evidenced by the Chapel of Tambière.

The reason why that chapel later became a monument in the history of European architecture, and was later used by architectural experts in many countries, was that he interpreted a small chapel into a condensed history of European architecture.

The grandeur of Rome, the beauty of Gothic, and the luxury and uninhibition of the moment, the Chapel of Tambière brings it all together.

But this was not the happiest thing for Alexander, and what really pleased him was that Bramont's interest in military fortifications had reached the point of obsession.

It is said that the master once visited every castle he could see, and that he could find in his dwelling more ideas for the construction of the castle, or ideas that no one knew would be realized, than his sketches of famous buildings that had been handed down to future generations.

And this is secondary, what makes Alexander pay attention is that in his memory, the later Montina Castle was indeed designed and built by the Bramont in front of him!

And it was this castle, like the Chapel of Tambière, that became a milestone that could be imitated.

"Master, I'm sure you're interested in building a truly impregnable castle," Alexander said with a smile, although he knew that it wasn't true, there was no such thing as an impregnable fortress, but he knew that it would arouse the interest of the architectural genius in front of him, "I think maybe Montina should have a chance for you to prove your ideas." ”

"Count, I haven't promised you yet," Bramont said with a little reserve, and then he waved his hand a little impatiently, "well, I have to admit that your castle does make me curious, and if I can I hope to see the designs you just mentioned, of course I will keep it a secret for you." ”

"That's wonderful," said Alexander, with an affectionate gesture of Labramant, pulling him away from Josha, "and let me tell you the details, knowing that I will probably be in Rome for a while, so I think it is necessary for us to discuss them in more depth." ”

With a satisfied smile on her face, she watched the two men walk side by side in the hallway and talk, then she turned back to Michelangelo who was looking at her and smiled, "Maybe I'll consider my suggestion to you and create a statue of mine." ”

"I'm sure you'll agree, Mademoiselle," Michelangelo also looked at the two men in the hallway, "and that is the meaning and value of art to be able to keep your beauty forever in the eyes of those who truly appreciate you." ”

Michelangelo's words made Josa think thoughtfully, she closed her eyes slightly, as if she was recalling this sentence, and then she opened her eyes, and there was a faint unwillingness and loneliness in her eyes.

"Leave beauty forever in the eyes of those who admire you," said Jossa with a glance at Michelangelo, "Master, I hope that one day you will fulfill what you just said, and then I will pay you enough, but I hope that the work must be as you say, and leave my most beautiful moment." ”

Michelangelo bowed slightly, he felt that he had understood what the countess meant.

Perhaps when the countess was to be married one day, she would come to him and ask him to fulfill the promise she had made, and the one who could see her most beautiful moment should be in this house now.

Alexander's rest did not last long, and after lunch, he took Massimo to the town hall.

Massimo had no objection to his return to Alexander's command, although he thought he was very comfortable with the Countess, but when Alexander stepped on the three steps of the Roman town hall, the guards shook the rope of the bronze bell at the door of the town hall, and the bronze bell immediately made a slightly dull sound, and Brother Massimo thought that it was actually very good to follow the lord.

The three gates of the town hall, which were closed side by side, opened at the same time.

From inside slowly came a group of the most authoritative people in the city of Rome.

Some of Alexander was familiar with these people, some knew them, and some were still very unfamiliar.

But whoever it was, and no matter how much the milk thought of him, the eyes of many of them could not help but twitch slightly when they saw Alexander's booted feet step on the woollen carpet of the top steps of the town hall.

They noticed Alexander's hand pressed against the hilt of the sword at his waist, and then saw him step on both feet of the steps without hesitation.

"Except for the guards, weapons are not allowed in the town hall." A Roman nobleman said with a gloomy face.

This man did have a reason to be unhappy, they did not expect that the poor Neapolitan boy whom they had driven out of the order meeting had returned, and he still seemed so arrogant.

"But as the city guard appointed by His Majesty the Pope, I have the right to bear arms," Alexander said, staring into the other man's eyes, "unless you think that I should not do my duty, or that Rome should not be freed from the present panic." ”

There was anger in the eyes of the councillor of the Order Council, but he knew he couldn't say anything more.

Giovanni's death became the greatest sorrow for the Borgia family, but for the Romans, his death was more of a disaster and turmoil.

Alexander stepped forward, stopping as his toes touched the edge of the door frame in front of him.

Half a year after the original demonstration of Caesar's shooting at the city hall, Alexander re-entered the town hall of Rome!