When Michelangelo arrived in the town outside the city, it was already getting late, but fortunately, the messenger sent by Alexander stayed in the city to serve as his guide, so he was taken directly to Alexander's temporary house after entering the town.

Seeing "Xiaomi", both of them were somewhat embarrassed.

From Sicily to Rome, and then from Rome to Florence, both of them have too many opportunities and changes, looking at Michelangelo who has also grown a rather thick beard, Alexander is somewhat sighed for the things that have happened in the past few years, especially when he saw Michelangelo's eyes immediately became hot after seeing him, Alexander felt that this master had finally opened a new chapter in his life.

Michelangelo was much more excited by comparison, waving his arms a little and then walking over and hugging Alexander, his loud laughter echoing throughout the room as his hammer-wielding hands slapped Alexander on the back.

"What a pleasure to meet you, my friend, I really want to see you as soon as possible, hero of Europa, guardian of God sent to the world, your exploits have made the whole of Florence boil, I feel that I was completely right to choose you as my model in the first place, because you are the only one who fits the image of David in my mind."

Michelangelo babbled, he even held Alexander's face and looked at it carefully, then reached out and stroked his shoulders and arms, and then let out "oh", "ah" and "ouch" exclamations.

Alexander looked at Michelangelo with a heavy face, saying that if he didn't know the master's not very "sexuality", he didn't care about being touched like this, and thinking about the opportunity to become a model for an immortal masterpiece, he should actually be very proud, but think about Michelangelo's certain orientation that he didn't know when he had been bent, look at his virtue that now seems to swallow him into his stomach, and then think about the completely naked image of David, Alexander couldn't help but feel an indescribable discomfort at the thought of the master squinting his naked body and carving an organ from his body with a tool while he squinted and reveled in fascination.

He finally couldn't help but quietly break free from the clutches of the passionate master, and for a moment he even felt easier than escaping from the Ottoman encirclement.

"Let me think, you're here to be a lobbyist, aren't you?" Alexander could have thought of Millet's intentions, and in fact he didn't intend to avoid it, "But let me hear what the Florentines have promised you, and if it's not worth it, I suggest you let people go back and make new terms now, after all, my intentions are not something that they can know casually." ”

Hearing Alexander's words, Michelangelo burst out laughing, and he boasted in a rather smug tone: "You wouldn't think of what I had proposed, and I asked that I be the only one in charge of the frescoes of the Cathedral, including all the dome frescoes. You know, this means that I will be the first painter since the church was built to do all the frescoes on my own during the same period? ”

"Of course I do." Alexander whispered, he did not expect that it would be himself who could finally make Michelangelo the feat of covering all the frescoes of the Duomo del Fiore, and it was for such a reason, which made him wonder why some people in later generations would repeatedly think that Michelangelo was forced to undertake this heavy work under pressure and power, and even once had a serious impact on his health.

"Then you must know very well how important this is to me, so tell me what you are here for, so that I can go back to work as soon as possible." Michelangelo asked in a very casual tone, as if the question was not a matter of concern at all.

Alexander looked at the master, whose innocent face was very different from his stout appearance, and was silent for a moment, then smiled and nodded.

"Go and tell the Florentines that I have brought them what they need this time," Alexander looked at Michelangelo with a serious face, "and let them send someone who can negotiate with me, and if I can, I would like to see the abbot of St. Mark's Abbey." ”

Michelangelo looked at Alexander with some surprise, he originally thought that things would not be easy, after all, Alexander was no longer the young man he had seen in Sicily, but he didn't expect it to be so simple, although he still didn't inquire about the other party's intentions, but he had already heard from his words that at least Alexander was willing to talk to some specific people in the city.

This already made Michelangelo feel that he had gained a lot, and compared to those masters who were only obsessed with art and completely unsophisticated, Michelangelo seemed much more sleek and sophisticated, so he was immediately satisfied that the news was sent back to the city, and he himself stayed.

"I want to create a monumental work, which will make me a genius and a master admired by this era and then many generations to come," Michelangelo excitedly said to Alexander, who was sitting opposite, over a glass of wine, "I have been brewing this work for a long time, but I need a passion, an inspiration and inspiration that I can never forget after seeing it, so far I have only seen this kind of thing from you, and only you can stimulate the need and pursuit of that emotion in my heart, so promise me friend." I can even paint a picture of your daughter in the same way if you need to. ”

Alexander, who couldn't help but get goosebumps because of Michelangelo's words about passion, was slightly stunned and couldn't help but look at him.

"Oh, I know that Raphael painted for your daughter, but believe me, if I were to create this work I would definitely give the whole story a whole new meaning, and you should trust my skill, just as you didn't hesitate to give me a few florins when you were in Sicily."

Alexander nodded, he had no doubt about this, thinking that if Estelles could be painted by Raphael and Michelangelo, two masters destined to be future giants of art, then not to mention their works, the very thing itself might be a feat of the era in the future.

Of course, if we can say that Leonardo da Vinci also participates, it will be called a real event.

Alexander couldn't help but shake his head lightly when he thought so, he felt that he was really a little too greedy, and actually wanted to let these three paint his daughter at the same time, but his action caused Michelangelo's misunderstanding, because he thought that Alexander underestimated his painting skills and became angry The master immediately roared with dissatisfaction, which even aroused the vigilance of the hunters outside the door, and when he saw the sabers flashing in the hands of the hunters who rushed into the door when he heard the sound, Michelangelo seemed to have just remembered that the young man across from him was now different from when they first met.

The Florentines were very quick with their work, or they had been prepared to send a suitable person from the beginning, and when they heard the news that the people who had sent them out of the city had brought them back, although it was not clear what Alexander really meant, they immediately sent Machiavelli and Massimo, who had already heard the news and had come to the People's Palace, out of the city to meet Alexander.

Assemo did not seem to have completely recovered from the low tide of his previous argument with Machiavelli, so he remained silent all the way, but Machiavelli tried to talk to him on the way, not knowing the purpose of Alexander's sudden visit to Florence.

It was already completely dark when they arrived in town, so they couldn't see how many troops Alexander had brought with them, which made them even more unpredictable about the count's intentions, but when they met Alexander, who was drinking with Michelangelo, they knew that what they had feared most had not happened.

"Do you think I'm going to use troops against Florence?" After finally meeting the two of them alone, Alexander only glanced at the two of them for a few glances and sensed what they were worried about, which made him feel a little surprised, if Machiavelli would think so, it was understandable, but Mahimo also looked worried, which made him feel a little strange, "Why, St. Mark's Abbey has changed you a lot." ”

"I've changed a lot in this time," Massimo didn't deny, he sat down and took a sip of his glass, then shook his head with emotion, "Speaking of which, I think I've done a lot of ridiculous things in the past, but I'm a little grateful that I learned something from those monks in the first place, and I think I might have seen something really meaningful." ”

"You have been seduced by Savonarola." Machiavelli couldn't help but interject from the side, seeing Alexander's surprised eyes, he whispered to Alexander the contents of the piece of paper he saw in the convent house, and when he saw Alexander also show a look of surprise that could not be concealed, Machiavelli sighed softly, "This is really worrying, we all know that it is terrible to be found out." ”

Alexander looked at Massimo in amazement, he thought it was incredible, even a little ridiculous,

A liar who used to cheat on food, drink, money, and sex, but he was able to write those things, and when he heard that Mahimo had been living in the house of Savonarola, he even had some doubts that Savonarola's ghost had taken possession of Mahima's body.

"You can't refuse to admit the truth because you're afraid, although what you said before is true, it's true that I'm not brave enough, I don't have the courage to be Savonarola, but I at least have the right not to be Alexander VI." Massimo said angrily, and then his face suddenly stiffened, and then he showed an embarrassed look, "I'm sorry Earl, I didn't mean to. ”

Alexander waved his hand helplessly, listening to people treating his father-in-law as a negative teaching material in front of him, Alexander could only sigh that his father-in-law's reputation was too stinky.

However, he can't care about these things now, although the change in Massimo surprised him, but he came to Florence this time for more important things: "Tell me how the situation is in Florence now, and whether Sazi can still rule the city?" ”

As soon as Alexander spoke, the expressions of the two people in front of him were tense, and they sensed the vague meaning revealed in the earl's words, which made the two of them feel different.

"The days of Florence are okay now," Machiavelli said after a moment's thought, he noticed that although the count's face seemed calm, his expression was solemn, which made him realize that what he said next could determine the fate of Florence to a large extent, which made him secretly excited, "I am reorganizing the civil army according to Sazi's orders, but I must admit that although the morale of the civilian army is indeed very high, if there are not enough weapons for them, their strength will definitely be greatly affected." ”

Listening to Machiavelli's seemingly modest but actually quite proud words, Alexander secretly shook his head, Alexander was very clear about the Florence people's proud army, just think about this army, which he regarded as a model for the new army and showed his military talent, in the face of the Medici's counterattack in the future, Alexander wanted to tell Machiavelli "You are really not the material to be a general."

"Count, what do you decide?" Massimo asked, his mood at this time was indeed very complicated, this time in Florence has made him wander around finally have a sense of peace, which has made him gradually regard the city as his hometown, and now he heard that this peace may be broken again, his heart is somewhat tangled.

"It's not my decision, it's the French, and the Pope." Alexander glanced at the two people in front of him, "Maybe the Medici family." ”

Alexander's last words made the expressions of the two of them change instantly!

Medici, what this surname means to Florence, even as a half-outsider Massimo knows very well, it can be said that the city has been branded with traces of Medici, even if they have been driven away for many years, but in every street and every corner of Florence, the influence of the Medici family can still be felt here.

It is no exaggeration to say that despite all the efforts to avoid this taboo surname, the smell of Medici seems to always float in every breath of air people breathe.

Florence and Medici are inseparable, no one wants to admit it, but no one ever really denies it.

Now that they heard Alexander mention Medici, the two of them couldn't help but look slightly nervous.

Machiavelli, in particular, was even more nervous and complicated.

After all, he was once a subordinate of Savonarola and an official in the current Sazi government, and no matter which of these two people he is, he is a mortal enemy of the Medici family.

If the Medici family really counterattacked, just thinking about Machiavelli would make the situation in front of him worrying.

"You can protect Florence," Massimo said suddenly, staring at Alexander's eyes with some urgency, "you can make a proposal to the Pope, who will declare Florence under the protection of the Vatican, so that the Medici will not dare to act rashly." ”

Looking at Mahimo with an eager expression, Alexander suddenly felt a little frightened.

Of course, he was not afraid of Mahimo as a person, but of the kind of thinking that now deeply affected him.

Extreme, paranoid, even crazy thoughts are the source of Savonarola's spirit, the kind of thing that drives him crazy and almost makes the whole city crazy is like a plague, it is difficult to get rid of once it is infected, it will make a person do things that he might not have dared to do before, and it will drive more people to do more terrible things under the instigation of such extreme thoughts like moths to fire.

And since the dawn of civilization, such extreme ideas have never lacked hosts, as it was before, and even more so in the future.

"Believe me Massimo, I know what to do for Florence," Alexander secretly collected his mood, he knew that it was useless to dissuade Massimo at this time, that kind of either/or extreme thinking is really difficult to get rid of once it is formed, but looking at Massimo's appearance, Alexander's heart moved slightly, "It's you, remember what I once told you, for you, Abbot St. Mark is not your final destination, and your future will not be confined to that monastery." ”

There was a hint of excitement on Massimo's face, he remembered what Alexander had said to him, and even he couldn't forget that Alexander had promised him to get ahead in the future shortly after they first met, and now it seemed that Alexander's promise had been fulfilled.

"Then now I'll make you another promise," Alexander smiled at Massimo and said, "Maybe one day, you will have the opportunity to realize your current ideals," seeing Massimo's instant excitement, Alexander stretched out a finger to his lips and motioned for him not to speak, "But before that, you must first gain the strength and status that can make this a reality." So Massimo you have to become the kind of person you hate, like a cardinal, or even a pope. ”

For a moment, Mahimo's face was sluggish, and Machiavelli next to him was already letting out a heavy pant of "snort".

It was the first time that Alexander had shown such ambition in front of others, not Ofleiu, not Ulliu, not Gompati, not even his women, but in front of a Florentine and a man with whom he seemed to have disagreements.

The nurturing of a future pope was a matter of vital importance to Alexander's future, perhaps not yet apparent, but when his eyes were set on the distant Iberian Peninsula, the importance of a pope who obeyed him was revealed.

"And your secretary," Alexander looked at Machiavelli, who seemed a little distracted, "I hope you will play a more important role in Florence in the future, but before I do so, I will tell you the purpose of this trip, and I remind you that there will be no evidence that I have said this," he said, looking at the two men in front of him, "the Medici family may return to Florence for help, and I hope you can play a role in this matter in return, Secretary you can get a satisfactory position under the new ruler of Florence, and Mahimo, your future is Rome. ”

Looking at the two people who were in a daze when they heard this, Alexander raised his glass in satisfaction.

It certainly takes a lot of money to raise a pope and support the restoration of a fugitive family.

But for Alexander, this wayward money, he came out.