Nomelo stroked his beard, and in front of him was a heavy money bag, but it was not used to bribe him, but instead he was bribing the person sitting opposite.

It was a very fat man, a wide coat with many stripes seemed to look like a large square box on his body, this man's neck could not be found, and the round chin was completely poked at the chest, as if a round ball with facial features was directly installed on it.

Because he was too obese, this person had to gasp incessantly, and he would make a "hum" from his nose before saying a word, which sounded as if he opened and closed from time to time, and closed the door shaft that squeezed the door.

"This won't work, hmph, I can't promise you, hmph, you know, if this kind of thing is discovered, I will lose my job or even lose my head."

The man seemed to be shaking his head, but seemed to find this movement a bit difficult, so he gently shook his eyes that were almost squeezed by the upper and lower eyelids.

"You know, if the government has to make loans, they can find a lot of people, and if we have to, we can even go directly to the Jews, and even if they hate it, at least their money is just gold and nothing else. Hum. ”

"It's very unpleasant for you to say that," Nomelo frowned slightly, "do you think that taking a loan from us is falling into a conspiracy?" ”

"Hmph, okay then I'll make it all clear," the fat new Florentine treasurer leaned forward as much as he could get himself out of his chair, "We all know who you represent, I care about how to maintain Florence's income and expenditure, and you want to bring the influence of the Pope to Florence, but if you think that you can solve your problem by asking us to issue currency in Florence, I can't agree to it, huh." ”

"So how can you get you to agree, we all know that the financial burden of Florence is already very heavy, and if you don't solve this problem quickly, the support of the Florentines will be reduced, after all, you must prove that you are better than Savonarola."

Nomelo frowned slightly, he didn't expect the new treasurer to be so stubborn, but he also knew that although he had received some kind of tacit approval from Sazi, it didn't mean that Sazi himself could decide everything, and the power of Florence was not Sazi alone.

"We'll get through this," the treasurer refused, his heavy fingers pressed on the purse in front of him, and then pushed back forward, "Listen, hum, we want businessmen who can deal with us only on money, not conspirators who are ready to put their hands on our city and refuse to leave, huh." ”

Nomelo came out of the treasurer's house with a displeased expression, and he saw several people waiting to be seen by the treasurer, and from among them he saw several Jews.

"My lord, what do you say?" An attendant greeted him and whispered.

"This is a very stubborn man," Nomelo said, looking back at the house of the Treasurer, "but he is very clever, and I now understand a little bit why Savonarola was overthrown, because he did not know how to choose the right assistant for himself, and if this man had been the Treasurer, Florence might not have ended up where it is now." ”

"But he rejected us, didn't he?" The attendant understood the meaning of Nomerlo's words.

"Yes, he resolutely refused, and he even said that he would rather endure the usury of the Jews than accept our 'good intentions.'" When it comes to good intentions, Nomelo laughs self-deprecatingly.

"Then what about adults?"

Nomelo looked in the direction of the square, where there was still a group of people busy, and from time to time someone could be seen walking down the street with a flatbed cart, a pair of stiff feet peeking out under the covered meadows.

"Wait, they still have a big thing to do, maybe they'll be smarter by then."

Listening to Nomelo's words, the attendant nodded clearly, thinking that compared to that big event, other things were indeed not so important.

Alexander took the plate that Oflaiyi handed him, the smell of mutton soup made him a little tired, although it was a blessing for the soldiers to eat it every day, but he was a little tired of eating.

This made him wonder if he should write a letter to James Columbus, who had already gone to Castile, and ask him to find a way to sell spices as soon as possible, but Alexander also knew that this business was not easy to do, and if it was not a consumable item, the high price of gold would make spices even replace gold as a currency in circulation.

In fact, spices were used as currency in some places, and the return to barter commodity circulation caused the value of gold and silver to fall, but it also allowed some clever people to make a fortune.

Should he take advantage of this opportunity to make a fortune, Alexander pondered, and then dismissed this idea.

The world is too big, and there are too many opportunities to make money, and it is impossible to earn all the opportunities and all the money, if you do that, you will become a person who only pursues wealth, and may eventually die because of wealth.

The Fuggers were undoubtedly the most successful businessmen of their time, amassing an astonishing fortune in a very short period of time, but the disadvantages of Fugger were also obvious.

They now rely on Emperor Maximian for their wealth, and even after many years they used their wealth to promote 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 dependence turns into a backlash, the Fugger family will inevitably taste the bitter fruit they brewed in the first place.

A soldier ran over and handed over a letter, and when he opened it, he looked at its contents and frowned slightly.

"Are you in trouble?" Offrey knew that the letter had been sent from the city, and that something had gone wrong with Alexander.

"Looks like we've got a trip around town." Alexander stood up, and for the past two days he had nothing to do with sitting on this stone and looking at the city below, and he would get bored of the beautiful scenery for a long time.

"Florence?" Oflaiyi looked at the city below with some excitement.

"Florence," Alexander nodded, looking back at Ofreil, "if you have time, you can visit Botticelli and Ofre, but I don't think you will meet the greatest, he should not be in Florence right now." ”

"Sir, do you mean Leonardo?" Ofleiyi was a little excited, and a little disappointed.

"Yes, Leonardo, that famous man," Alexander laughed, "but in the future his other name will be even more famous." ”

"What's the name?" Oflaiyi asked, confused.

"Leonardo da Vinci, Leonardo di Piero da Vinci." Alexander turned and looked in the direction of the other side of the king.

There's a small town that's not famous, at least not now, but whose name will be world-famous in a few centuries.

Because one of the greatest geniuses in the history of mankind was born here.

This town is called Finch Town.

When Massimo saw Savonarolola again, it was no longer in the house behind the town hall, but in the central prison of Florence, not far from the town hall.

It was the place where important prisoners were held, from politicians who had lost their struggles to bishops who had been eminent for many years, and where Savonarola was now held in a separate cell near the north-east corner.

Because the cell was on a high ground, and although the windows were not large, the sunlight was not blocked, and when Massimo walked in, he saw Savonarola leaning against the wall in direct sunlight, closing her eyes and bathing her upper body in the sunlight.

His face was visibly bruised, one eye was swollen and he could barely open it, and a torn cut in his lip was faintly visible of the bulging gums inside.

"They beat you?" Mahimo asked, then shook his head involuntarily, he felt that it was a bit hypocritical for him to ask.

"In order for me to confess the crimes I have committed," the pain and injuries made Savonarola's voice sound muffled, "will they publicly execute me?" ”

"There will be a public trial before that," Massimo replied indifferently, then crouched down for a moment, "You can ask for forgiveness, as long as you are willing to confess to the Pope and ask for pardon, maybe you will have a chance to live." ”

"Are you trying to persuade me to beg Alexander VI for mercy?" Savonarola was not angry, but calmly tilted his head to look at Massimo "I may be guilty, but my crime is not pious enough, so I can't inspire other people, and I am afraid, I was scared when I heard that I was going to be sentenced to death, and even when they beat me, I confessed because I couldn't stand it, it's all my crime, but if I ask for forgiveness from that Rodrigo Borgia and his comrades, I won't do it, you know what's the real depravity, If I do, even if I survive, I'll end up just a shell with no soul. ”

"You don't ask for forgiveness because you're afraid of being scolded, you're talking about greed for life and death, and you're only worried about that, not about your so-called beliefs," Massimo stood up and looked at Savonarola coldly, "You care more about your reputation than your people, you just fear the contempt of others." ”

Savonarola's head moved, his eyelids lifted forcefully to look up at Massimo standing in front of him, and then smiled.

"Maybe you're right, I care too much about my reputation, and I'd rather give my life for this than bow to that Borgia, but isn't that what he wants, he wants everyone to know what happened to those who are his enemies, and I have fulfilled him."

"Are you really not afraid of death?" Massimo stared at Savonarola, hoping to find even the slightest hint of fear and panic on the man's face, which he felt needed to find in order to feel a little calm.

Savonarola's swollen face froze slightly, he seemed to be thinking about something, and his cheeks shook slightly.

"Yes I'm going to die, I'm scared," Savonarola whispered to herself, "I don't know if I'll go to heaven when I die, and the crimes they forced me to confess make me feel like I'm going to hell." But I didn't do anything wrong, did I, I just want to know how God would judge my actions, and as for the accusations of those people, I was only forced to confess when I couldn't stand the pain. ”

Massimo looked at the person in front of him silently, he didn't know if he had already received the answer, but he knew that he would probably never forget the scene in front of him for the rest of his life.

This made Massimo a little uncomfortable, he had never bothered with sentimental things before, but now the voice of this savonarola always entered his head as if it had some kind of spell, and even when he saw the tragic appearance of this man confessing his sins because he could not endure the punishment, he could not get this person out of his mind.

On May 11, the Florentine government announced a public trial of Savonarola.

Although the huge stake stacked in the square has long been known to the outcome of the trial, many people still hope to hear his confession from Savonarola himself.

Because only in this way can the insurrection be justified.

The trial was conducted by an 11-member jury, and when the uniformed judges walked into the square and climbed onto the wooden platform, everyone in the square let out a soft "pout".

The judges looked gloomily at the crowd in the square, and several of them had a faint look of concern on their faces.

"We must condemn him to death," said a judge sitting in the middle, in a low voice, glancing out of the corner of his eye at each side, "the trial must be lawful, it must be able to withstand the harshest of suspicions." ”

"But the people ......," whispered a judge on the left, with some concern, "there are people who will defend him, and there are people who support him, especially the civilians." ”

"Trust me, people only want to hear what they're willing to believe, so we just let them know what they're interested in."

The Chief Justice whispered to his companion, and then he picked up a heavy cane with a copper head from the table and slammed it against the table.

"In accordance with the duty entrusted to us by the just and noble Florentines given by God, I hereby declare that this tribunal has the power to judge and adjudicate," the Chief Justice stood up and declared in a loud voice, "and we will hear and screen the accusations against the prisoners, and finally determine whether these accusations are true or not." Now, bring the prisoner Giloramo Savonalola! ”

With the Chief Justice's order, there was a louder roar in the crowd in the square, and all eyes were cast on a prisoner's cart that had long been noticed.

The black begging car door opened, and a person slowly stepped out of the car, perhaps because the sun was too dazzling, he raised his hand to cover his eyes first, and then slowly put it down.

A face appeared in front of the people, and in an instant, the whole square resounded with a wave of noise.

Feeling the vague uneasiness of the bishop sitting next to him, Massimo looked at the figure, then closed his eyes.

The judgment is already predestined, so what else is there to appreciate?

Mahimo suddenly felt a little bored, he vaguely knew what it was.

He didn't want to see that person judged by such a group of people, insulted like a monkey being pulled out for exhibition.

When did I start sympathizing with this Savonarola?

Assemo felt a little strange, and he looked around and saw a group of nobles judging the character, and he observed them coldly, and the corners of his mouth could not help but smile sarcastically.

It was these men who were careful to submit to Savonarola when he was in power, and they did not dare to wear luxurious clothes, nor to wear precious stones, nor even at home, because they did not know that any of their servants might tell the people what he said or did.

And now they can finally dress up openly, and they can take revenge on the person who had been fearing them with ridicule and ridicule in front of people.

Massimo didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing, but he couldn't calm down, and he looked up slightly at the sky as he listened to the accuser read the accusations aloud.

Massimo was a little dazed, he didn't know if he was right to go back to Florence, he even had some revenge in his heart for Savonarola who had ordered him to be whipped, the only thing he wanted to know was the answers in his heart that were becoming more and more confusing and confusing.

One charge after another was being charged, and people were surprised that Savonarola did not have a single person around him to defend him, or that the court had never intended to give him a chance to defend himself from the beginning.

People began to get louder, and some people questioned the fairness of this court, but he was answered with the stick of expulsion.

Savonarola remained silent, neither pleading guilty nor refuting the accusations, and the records of his confessions that had already been obtained became evidence of his confession.

When the total of 44 counts was fully read, the complainant, who was already dry-mouthed, took a deep breath.

"This man's crime is so great that I even suspect that he used some kind of means to deceive everyone's trust, and I have reason to suspect that he has received some kind of terrible curse and magic from the devil, otherwise how could he have deceived everyone so much?" The complainant shouted loudly to the judges, "Therefore I ask an impartial court to condemn this terrible man to heresy, and also to ask the Holy Vatican to send a bishop to find out whether this man has sold his soul to the devil." ”

Hearing the accuser's words, all eyes turned to the bishop, and everyone knew that this messenger from the Vatican would be the one who would decide the fate of Savonarola.

The bishop slowly stood up, his gaze not even seriously at Savonarola, but at the crowd in the square.

Asseimo's body involuntarily leaned forward slightly, and the moment the bishop spoke, he seemed to feel his heart involuntarily lift slightly.

"Heresy!"

The voice came from the wooden platform into the crowd, and those who heard the announcement let out a low cry that spread into the distance like an ever-expanding ripple on the water.

When the sound reached the edge of the square, a few people who had been silently watching all this quietly left.

"Heresy is the power of the devil, so those who have this power can tempt others," Alexander whispered to himself as he walked, "so when people do crazy things, they always want to describe the person who seduces them as the devil, because the devil's power is too strong to resist, so all the sins they have committed are also excused because it is difficult to resist this terrible temptation, but in fact it is not the heresy and the devil who tempt them to do such things, but only themselves." ”

Listening to Alexander's words, Nomelo's heart beat violently, and his eyes couldn't help but glance at Alexander.

"Take me to the treasurer," Alexander said to Nomello, "and since he still doesn't understand his situation, someone needs to teach him a lesson." ”