The Vatican is shrouded in an inexplicable sense of sorrow and unease.

Even the cardinals had to carefully hide their secrets, and Alexander VI at this time was like a bull who was thoroughly enraged, and anyone could become his target.

The Pope had kept himself in his room all day, and Caesar had been placed in an elaborate sarcophagus.

On the lid of the sarcophagus is a humanoid statue holding a sword, holding the sword in both hands and on the chest with the famous words engraved on it.

"Not for Caesar, but for dust."

This proverb, which Caesar loved for a long time, is now given a completely different meaning.

Not for Caesar, but for dust.

Alexander VI's back was even more stiff, and his smooth hair, which he had used to wipe with good rose water, was dry, and his hair was messy and loose over his shoulders, and his eyes were sunken, which made him look even more old and weak.

When he saw the Pope, old Rovere was a little surprised, although he knew that Caesar's death was obviously a huge blow to him, but old Rovere still didn't expect him to change so much.

"My son was murdered."

These were the first words of Alexander VI after meeting the elder Rovere.

Old Rovere nodded silently, and then shook his head: "Caesar Borgia died on the battlefield, he died like a knight and a hero, so you also know that this is not murder, otherwise it will be an insult to him." ”

"No, he was murdered, just like Giovanni," Alexander VI ignored old Rovere, he continued to talk to himself, his eyes were a little confused, which made old Rovere realize that he did not actually want to talk to himself, but purely to himself, "My two sons are dead, and neither of them died at the hands of decent enemies, but was murdered vilely." ”

The Pope turned slowly and looked at the throne behind him, which represented the highest honor in Christendom: "I have been sitting here for a long time, I have gained power, status and wealth, but I have lost my son, and this is coming to an end. ”

Old Rovere looked at the back of Alexander VI, and he suddenly felt a little pity for this unfortunate man.

He noticed that Alexander VI did not count his youngest son, Geoffrey, in the mention of his son, and considering the rumors that Jeffrey was not Alexander VI's own son, the elder Rovere felt as if he was much luckier than this opponent.

Although he is a little unlucky, at least his son is still alive.

"They murdered Caesar with vile means, he is my last hope, he is not even 30 years old, he is so young and ambitious," Alexander VI looked back at old Rovere, "that Neapolitan woman has to pay." ”

"Are you talking about the Queen Regent of Naples?" Old Rovere asked quietly, "I think I have to remind you that any impulsive behavior is very bad for Rome, for the Vatican, and for yourself, the Neapolitan army has arrived outside Rome, and your army is ......."

At this point, old Rovere paused, as if looking for a reason to phrase it, and then he said slowly: "They are now in a neutral position, the city of Rome has no strength to resist except for a small number of city defenses, if it rushes into war it may plunge the whole city into crisis, and it seems that there are voices in the cardinal order against the continuation of the war with the Neapolitans, they think that it is only Caesar's personal war, and now that Caesar has been called, then there is no war." ”

Alexander VI let out an angry roar in his throat, and he knew that the voice of the Cardinal that the elder Rovere was referring to was actually referring to Massimo.

He never imagined that this puppet, which was purely arranged by Alexander in the Vatican, now had the opportunity to make his voice heard.

And he can't help but admit that because he has enough financial resources and money, and with the smooth passage with gold, in the past two years, Massimo has built a network not only in the Vatican, but also in the College of Cardinals.

"But at least the city guards are still at my orders," Alexander VI's gaze became more solemn, and he looked at old Rovere, wondering whether this opponent, who had always been his enemy, had anything to do with Caesar's death, and at the same time an almost crazy thought flashed through his mind: "I can order the city guards to make this all this much easier, knowing that Rome, at least the Vatican, is still in my hands." ”

Old Rovere realized a hint of danger, and he knew that Alexander VI, who had lost his son, would do anything terrible at any time, which made Old Rovere regret coming to see him.

However, because the stakes are high, he can't help but take this risk.

"I don't think you need to make such drastic moves," said old Rovere, carefully dealing with the Pope, who had already lost his mind from the loss of his son, "We don't really want Neapolitans to enter Rome, do we?" ”

"What?"

"I mean our son-in-law," old Lauvere shrugged his shoulders helplessly, as the same person's father-in-law, whether official or private, it is always a little embarrassing to get together, "His ambition is too great, and this is obviously not a good thing for all of us, so I think it is necessary for us to curb this danger, and I have also heard some strange rumors about the Ladia gold coin, what seems to be happening, have you heard about this?" ”

Alexander VI's original excited expression slowly disappeared, of course he knew that old Rovere had a close relationship with the French Church, and he himself was the bishop of the French diocese, so he must have received the news that the gold coins of Radia were being frantically run.

Although the pain of losing his son tore at his heart all the time, almost instinctively, Alexander VI heard something in the words of old Rovere.

"I know you're reluctant to accept my advice, but the situation should be more noticeable than the dislike for me," said old Rovere again with confidence, "The Queen of Naples is Alexander's sister, and if she were to take control of Rome, it would be too bad, Alexander was building a ' Empire', he might even want to unify all the city-states of Rome, it's not a joke, he's already starting to do it, and it's going well, so I say we should think about stopping this ambition of his. ”

"Who will stop you, your son Constantine," asked the Pope with malicious sarcasm, "as far as I know, he fled to Ferrara without even seeing the shadow of the French, so much so that the people of Ferrara saw him pass by and closed the windows facing the street as a sarcastic gesture." ”

Old Rovere's eyes flashed with anger, but he quickly calmed down again, he knew that Alexander VI's mood at this time was obviously beyond common sense, and the damage caused to him by Caesar's death was likely to make him do something crazy.

Such a person is dangerous, not to mention that he is still a pope.

"Sometimes I think it's a great irony that God gave me both Barentine and Constantine at the same time," old Rovere rubbed his forehead, and when he saw Alexander VI's mocking look, he continued as if he hadn't seen it, "But isn't such a Constantine also reassuring you, just one appointment is needed, once Constantine becomes the commander of the Holy See army, the Neapolitans have no reason to continue their attack on Rome, after all, the key now for Rome Thesia is to deal with the French, And the queen clearly cared about Alexander. ”

"Alexander ......"

The Pope was in a strange mood and silently recited the name, his heart was indescribably complicated, and he didn't even know what attitude to use towards his good son-in-law.

Alexander VI did not think he was wrong, just as he never thought that a pit son-in-law was not what a normal man should do.

"You need to make a decision as soon as possible, I've heard that there is a run on Radia in France, and it's bad."

Old Roverley's words made the Pope's face sink, and he thought that this cunning opponent would take the opportunity to put pressure on him, but he didn't expect that Old Roverley actually wanted his son to become the commander of the Pope's army.

But old Rovere's words also reminded him that the unexpected situation of Ladia's gold coins also made him uneasy, especially now that Caesar was unexpectedly killed in battle, and the Papal army was even more ambiguous, he suddenly found that old Rovere's suggestion became his only choice.

Just the idea of making Constantine the commander of the Papal Army made Alexander VI feel ridiculous.

Alexander VI was well aware of the old Rovere's ambitions, after all, this man had more than once publicly stated that he wanted to seek the papal throne, and if it were not for the fact that the pope was a lifelong career, perhaps he would have proposed to remove Alexander VI from power.

Now, an opportunity presented itself to him, and he certainly wouldn't give it up easily.

Alexander VI looked at old Rovere with a gloomy face, and for a while he did not make a sound.

And old Rowwere waited patiently with a confident look.

After a while, Alexander VI let out a low sigh, and he slowly got up and walked to the window, looking out at a small church.

It was the Vatican's Chapel of Tambidó, the work of the famous architect Bramonton, who is now helping Rome Thesia build the Castle of Montina, which is said to have been an epoch-making change.

However, these were not the concerns of Alexander VI.

Caesar's coffin rested in that chapel, and it was not known if it was an illusion, but Alexander VI always thought he could hear Caesar's roar from the sarcophagus.

"I can promise you," the Pope turned suddenly, his head slightly dizzy from the exertion, and he quickly pressed a chair beside him to make himself stand firm, "I want you to promise me that I must ensure that the Neapolitan army does not enter the city of Rome, and I will never want to see my son's murderer appear in front of me." ”

Old Rovere nodded silently, and agreed to it, but he looked at Alexander VI with a little pity in his eyes.

Just as Alexander VI and old Rovere met, Nomelo was walking on the smooth cobblestone road in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the golden sunset shone through the gap between the two ancient buildings behind him, falling on the ground and shrouding the road in a golden yellow, and Nomelo's figure was also cast on the cobblestone road for a long time.

In the distance, a small section of the Tiber River peeks out from behind an old building that looks like a ruined wall, and you can see the glistening water flowing down.

Anyone who knows Normelo will be surprised to see that the powerful but quite self-conscious private secretary of the Pope is wearing a tattered coat, he has put on his boots, which have been worn out from the long way, and a soft hat that is somewhat dirty is twisted on the top of his head.

That would never have associated him with the powerful Pope's cronies.

But even so, Nomelo didn't seem to think it was enough, so he had a layer of oil on his face, which made him a completely different person, and even those who knew him very well, and if they didn't look closely, they wouldn't recognize him quickly,

Nomelo walked down the streets, and his current status was obviously that he was a poor man who was too well mixed, so when he crossed the streets, people who passed him would deliberately avoid him, which made it more convenient for him, because it took him several Ladia to get this outfit for this trip.

Nomelo walked down the street, and at the corner not far ahead, he saw a carriage parked, but it was not the noble carriage which sat hard but had a wide carriage, but a chariot with a very tall chariot and a tall cloth tent.

This kind of carriage used to haul goods can be seen a lot in the city, and it does not attract anyone's attention.

Nomelo looked around, and when he was sure that no one noticed him, he immediately walked a few briskly steps towards the carriage.

Not far from the carriage, a homeless man on the side of the street who was holding a bottle of wine and pouring inferior wine into his mouth immediately noticed him.

The homeless man got up drunkenly and staggered through the street, as if by chance he had just caught Nomelo, who was about to get in front of the carriage.

Nomelo paused to look at the homeless man, and then immediately affirmed that the man was not blocking him for no reason.

Sure enough, the homeless man looked at Nomelo with a sharp eye that a drunkard did not have, and only after he seemed to recognize him, did he stumble through the street again, and then sat down on the steps of a house to bask in the sun.

Nomelo came to the carriage, and before he could speak, the chest-high backs of the carriage were suddenly lowered, and the two hands that stretched out from it took him by the arms and pulled him into the carriage.

To Nomerlo's surprise, the crude-looking wagon was clean and comfortable, but it was the owner of the carriage who really caught his attention.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Nomerlo, and I hope you're worth this adventure." Sitting in the carriage, Zhisa stood up.

"Rest assured, Your Majesty, I will prove that your judgment is completely correct." Nomelo respectfully took the hand handed by Jisha and gently kissed the back of her smooth white hand.