Raphael didn't know how Uliuu could find himself, and he wasn't even very familiar with Uliu.

All he knew was that the Moorish seemed to be the servant of the Count of Montina, and although his brief encounter with Pisa to sell paintings gave him a vague sense that the Moorish seemed to be very powerful, that was all he knew.

Not so with Proto.

He knew the details of this Moorish man very well, or rather knew very well how powerful this man was, at least he knew that it was this Moorish who had seen him when he decided to reveal the news that Caesar was going to buy the Trinity, and that he had observed that this servant seemed to have a great deal of power in Pisa, and did not want to be a pure pagan servant at all.

So now that he suddenly saw Uriu, Proto was first surprised, and then immediately became vigilant.

This is Rome and not Pisa, so he doesn't feel like he needs to be afraid of this guy, but he doesn't want to offend this guy who has a hard backstage.

"It's a good thing that someone wants my friend to paint, do you hear that, Raphael, you're a master now."

Proto whispered to the look on Ulliu's face as he spoke in an exaggerated tone, and he had already decided that if the Moors wanted to say something, they must prevaricate before he could open his mouth, and that Raphael must not know what he had done.

"Not yet, I'm just a little famous now." Raphael was a little shy to say that he felt that Prato had boasted about him a little too much, and although he did aspire to become a master, he himself knew that he was still a little far from that position.

"Well, my friend, tell me which nobleman wants Raphael's paintings?" Proto asked with a smile as he cautiously stepped forward just in the middle of the two.

Then he stared at Ulliu with a slightly stern inquiring look, and asked silently, "What are you doing here?" ”

Ulliu looked at the man in front of him, stretched out his hand and put it on his arm and pushed it hard, and Proto couldn't help but flash to the side.

"I've come to ask you to paint a portrait of a lady, and you'll get a great reward, and it'll make you famous," said Ulliu, who seemed to glance at the letters on the table behind Raphael, as if intentionally or unintentionally, "As far as I know, you're in a little trouble right now, aren't you, maybe this will help you." ”

Uliu's words surprised both of them, Raphael was surprised that this matter was already known to everyone, but Proto secretly wondered if Uliu's eyes had been staring at the two of them.

After all, they came to Rome because of Ulliu's suggestion, and even the fact that they were able to find Michelangelo directly had something to do with this Moor.

It's just that now their relationship with Michelangelo is so stiff, and Uliu happened to appear at this time, Proto wondered if there was something strange about it.

"Can we know who that lady is, nothing else, just want to know in advance what her hobbies are, and you know that it is in our best interest to try to satisfy the employer."

Proto tried to guess Uliu's purpose by asking his employer, but Uliu's idea was rejected by him.

"You'll know when you get there," Ulliu smiled courteously at Raphael, bowing slightly and humbly inviting the master to walk in front, but when he looked at Proto, a mocking look appeared in his eyes, "I believe that I will do you good this time." ”

There was a good thing, Proto thought about it in his heart, he felt that he had already gained a lot of benefits, the heavy gold coins in his pocket always reminded him of the small fortune he had made in Pisa, and the benefits of Raphael's fame were now slowly being revealed.

However, he also knew that these things were inseparable from the Moorish servant in front of him, with whom he had been entangled since the day he decided to tell the Count of Montina.

The carriage headed east of Rome, and Ulliu trotted after it diligently, the hot sun shining on his head, which was covered with a layer of short hair, and looked drenched in sweat.

Although the coalition forces have retreated, and Gonzalo has already returned to Aragon, there are still many people and materials left behind by the coalition army in Rome that have not been evacuated.

Some speculate that Gonzalo had left behind on purpose, as he seemed to enjoy being the uncrowned king of Rome, so he deliberately left some unfinished work here in order to return one day to continue to enjoy his high status.

Although this is just speculation, many people know very well that this is the case, many people know that Charles VIII will make a comeback, and now it has become speculation about when the new king of France will invade again.

Although no one knew who would be enemies or allies with whom next, Pope Alexander VI tacitly acquiesced to the continued presence of the remaining coalition forces in the east of the city.

The carriage stopped in front of a house, and Ulliu, sweating profusely, took a few steps and walked past the carriage to the door.

Proto, who was sitting in the car, saw a dark-skinned maid smile at Uliou, but he guessed that the woman was not Moorish, because although she was very dark-skinned, her appearance was somewhat different.

Perhaps it was the Armenians, Proto thought to himself, he did not know why Uliu had brought them here, and the appearance of the house was not very luxurious, but it was magnificent, but Proto saw in it something different from the dwellings of the nobles and the rich that he was already familiar with.

Then when he saw some unruly men and women appear in the living room of the house, he had already guessed what this place was.

He looked at Ulliu with some surprise, but before he could speak, Raphael next to him suddenly spoke: "Why did you come here, I know what this place is, are you going to introduce me to a prostitute?" ”

Raphael stared at Ullius angrily, his young face flushed with rage, and he felt that it was an insult to him, especially when he thought that his brush was actually going to serve a prostitute, and he felt as if he could no longer stand in front of the Trinity and face the eyes that fascinated him.

"Why do you look down on prostitutes?"

A very calm voice came from the top of the staircase, and with that voice a young woman slowly walked down the stairs.

"Ma'am." Uliuu bowed and stood aside respectfully.

The young woman was full of a certain indescribable charm, and her long curly hair looked like a large moving dark cloud looming behind her, which made her look a little dangerous, but at the same time fascinating.

She was wearing a strange robe, and judging by the looming scene between the ribbons tied to the robe, Proto believed that if she pulled the ribbon, she could see a carcass standing completely in front of her.

"This is Lady Olgara, and perhaps you have heard of her name." Uliu, who introduced on the side, saw the embarrassed looks of the two young men, and the Moors pursed their lips slightly.

Not many men can resist Orgala's charm, especially young men, who often fall into the vortex of Orgala's charm at the first sight of her.

"I just think this profession is full of immorality, but it's not disrespectful to you personally, but I'm sad how someone like you can end up in such a place."

Raphael said somewhat angrily that he felt that this was too unfair to the beauty in front of him, although he also knew that he was probably self-inflicted, but the impulse of the young man still gave him the idea of wanting to save this beauty from such a place.

"In fact, this is my residence, and everything here is mine." Orgala looked at the young painter with amusement, she had seen too many young people, impulsive and passionate, but this emotion came and went so quickly that it might not even be necessary for another woman to appear, but a fresh toy might change their interest at once.

"Madam, I have long admired your name." Proto said suddenly.

Unlike Raphael, who was only dedicated to painting, Proto was very concerned about the people and things of Rome, and he had naturally heard of her reputation for this glamorous woman, and he also knew that although this woman was a prostitute, she had relationships and connections that many people could not match, which made Proto suddenly feel that this trip was really worth it.

"Madame would like to have a portrait of herself," Ullius reminded him, before adding, "I mean, Madame wants to make herself look more like herself than the ladies of the ladies." ”

Raphael looked at Ulriu in some surprise, and then looked at Olgara.

"Maybe I'm more suitable for myself." Orgala gently tugged at the ribbon of the robe with her fingers and slowly pulled the buckle open, and in the stunned eyes of the two young men in front of her, a piece of snow-white skin swept in front of their eyes.

"Look at me, I want people who see my portrait to know my passion and charm, not the so-called dignified and elegant, maybe some women want to make themselves look dignified and elegant, but I just want people to go crazy because of me."

Raphael blinked his eyes and shook his head vigorously, feeling as if he had not understood the lady's words.

Enthusiasm and charm were strange to Raphael, he didn't know if he had heard something wrong, and he didn't quite understand why the lady was so "cheap" to herself.

Although she had never painted a prostitute, Raphael knew that they still wanted her to be painted in a portrait of herself that would look noble and pure, while the famous Roman courtesan in front of her seemed to be eager to draw attention to her body, not her.

Moreover, Raphael also felt that this request made him somewhat embarrassed, in addition to finding it difficult to accept this kind of work in his heart, and he was well aware that he was a little unsure of what he wanted from Lady Olgala.

Little did Raphael know that in Venice today, there was a boy a few years younger than him who was working hard under his father's urging to copy many of the master's paintings, so that one day he could fulfill his father's wish to become a master of painting.

But the father could never have imagined that his son would become famous not for the sacred scrolls described in the Bible stories, but for the creation of secular painting and to leave a name for posterity.

This future master, who is still a boy now, is called Titian Vecellio.

If it were for Titian decades later, Orgala's request would not be so painful, and even according to Titian's habit, in order to make the work more successful, perhaps he would have an in-depth exchange with a certain lady who was a model.

But Raphael, who was still young, or still very pure, felt a little embarrassed, and he even thought that maybe the lady had found the wrong person.

"Do you think this young man can do it?"

After Raphael and Plotto left, Olgala asked Grogenen, who was sitting in front of the window looking at the backs of the two men who had left.

"I think he'll remember that amazing moment you just had." Gragenin looked out the window and kept arguing about the two young men as he walked.

"I just hope I don't look that bad." Orgala walked over to the mirror to take a closer look at herself.

"Your charm is the most irresistible, so trust me that this will go well." Grogenin smiled at Orgala, and then he beckoned Orgala closer to him, "But even so, I am ashamed, knowing that if the burden of career success is carried by a woman, it is enough to make us feel ashamed, even sad. ”

"But I don't feel unfortunate, on the contrary, proud," Orgala said, looking at Grogenin who held her chin up, "Since I can't take up arms like everyone else, all I can do is do things for you with my body." ”

"You did it, and you did it better than anyone else," Grogenin bowed his head and kissed Olgala lightly, "and what you are going to do this time may be dangerous, after all, women's jealousy is terrible, and I can't be there to help you, so it's all up to you." ”

"I'll be careful," Orgara whispered, "I only wish the young man had painted me less modestly." ”

As if to pick up Orgara's slightly sarcastic tone, Grogenin glanced at the seductive stunner.

"There seems to be friction between the Count of Montina and the Genoese," Grogenin looked at Olgara, "I think maybe you could ask the Moorish if the Count needs our help now." ”

Orgala nodded.

Even though Uliuu was downstairs, Grogenin wouldn't say anything to him directly.

In this way, at least in the future, when facing the Genoese, they can be more proactive.

"Sir, do you think the Earl will break off his engagement with Miss Rovelle because of this?"

Grogenen groaned slightly, he knew that Orgala was not asking out of curiosity, in fact, he had been paying attention to this matter as well.

If Montina splits with Genoa, this will not be a good thing for many people, at least it will be a big blow to the free trade alliance that has begun to take shape.

"Even if I don't want to admit it, there is a fact in front of everyone," Grogenin mused, "and the FTZ has brought wealth to all of us, and the FTZ is far bigger than we thought, so much so that many people may not be able to tell who this 'everyone' I am talking about now." ”

Orgala nodded silently, she knew that Grogenin was right, maybe there was something he hadn't said yet, at least as far as she knew, many Romans, whether they wanted to or not, had unwittingly been involved in the wave of wealth that Alexander had started.

Many people have a more or less relationship with the exchange, and as the business of the exchange grows bigger and bigger, more people are involuntarily swept into this unstoppable vortex of wealth.

"We must admit that this free trade alliance is like a beast that is growing, and one day it will devour ourselves," Grogenin looked calm, but what he said made Orgala's heart uneasy, and now the only one who can hold this beast firmly is the Count of Montina. ”

"Do you think so?" Orgala was a little surprised, she knew that her master was actually a very proud man, and because of this he would never attach himself to anyone.

The Empire's governor in the Netherlands could not do it, and neither could anyone else.

However, he was somewhat surprised to say this about Alexander, and Orgala found it a little incredible.

"Honey, do you know what the proudest decision of all the investments in my life has been?" Seeing that Orgala shook her head very obediently and waited curiously for an answer, Grogenen was in a good mood and patted the seat next to her and asked her to sit next to her, "It was I who decided to keep that bohemian girl as a gift for someone else instead of taking her for myself, which is my most successful investment so far." ”

"Sir, do you mean Sophia?"

"Yes, it's that girl," Grogenen thought for a moment before remembering the name, "I may have felt a little disadvantaged when I decided to return her to Cambrai, but now that I know why I did it in the first place, I noticed something different about that person, and even though I couldn't say what it was then, I could sense something about this man that no one else had." ”

"And you obviously guessed right." Orgala nodded earnestly, she knew that her master had extraordinary insight, and Alexander's actions in Naples caught his attention at that time, but she was still curious, "So what do you think will happen in Romagna will be resolved?" ”

Hearing Orgara's inquiry, Grogenin smiled meaningfully at her.

"Believe me, it may not take us to break this situation," Grognin said first, then shook his hand suddenly, "but that's why we have to give the Count advice to help him as soon as possible, so you can go to that Ulliu now." ”

Orgala immediately stood up and walked downstairs after a slight greeting to Groganin.

Grogenen's near-blind obedience convinced Orgara that things would go their way, but because of this, she understood better why Grognin wanted her to find Uriu as soon as possible and show him enough support and kindness to Count Montina.

According to Grogenin's plan, whether he can get help from Alexander next will be the key to determining the fate of the lowlands in the future.

Orgala walked slowly down the stairs, knowing that Uliu should be downstairs.

However, to Orgala's surprise, when she came to the hall, she unexpectedly saw an acquaintance she hadn't seen for a long time.

The Imperial Palace's minister, Kotzchach, who had been away from Rome for some time, seemed to be in her living room.

However, what caught Orgala's attention was that Kotschach was actually having a good time with the Moors at this time.

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