In the dimly lit room, Massimo flipped through the pages of the manuscripts spread out on the table, some of which could be connected, and more of which could only be seen in the words of the writer.

"A pious soul can cleanse himself, but a depraved and filthy soul can pollute everything around him......" Massimo whispered a sentence from a page of manuscript, "Only by constantly asking oneself and with awe can one avoid the arrogance and conceit that are revealed by arrogance." ”

Massimo put the manuscript down and picked up another piece of paper, this time to his surprise, seeing a different statement.

"The Florentines expelled the tyrants who enslaved them and established a Florence belonging to everyone, a feat never before done, and from that day on no one would have to worry about being punished for being disrespectful to the lord, and every decent and upright Florentine could bravely stand up and claim that they could contribute their wisdom to the city, which had never been seen before and was unimaginable, and in order to uphold this right, the Florentines were obliged to defend the city from the likes of Medici, Or any other enemy encroachment that tries to change that. ”

Assemo looked at the manuscripts, thinking that they might be useful, and though he couldn't say why, he was careful to collect them.

Savonarola was evidently in a hurry when he was taken, and those who took him were only interested in him, and as for what he had written, it seemed to them that it would be insignificant if they had mastered the man.

Massimo walked to the bedside, he had long known that Savonarola lived a simple and even poor life, but looking at the dry hardwood bed, he couldn't help but reach out and press it.

Then his hand touched something hard under the pillow.

Lifting the pillow, he saw a book with a wooden cover, small and with tattered sheepskin on the corners, apparently some years old.

Massimo gently opened the notebook, and to his slight surprise, it was not a manuscript, but a diary.

The handwriting in many places on it has been blurred, but the traces of time left by different eras can still be seen from the words and sentences, and even some of the words and sentences seem very childish, as if they were a slightly childish self-confession of a young man in the early years.

"It's a terrible thing, I think I'm probably poisoned or cursed, my heart pounds every time I see her, my blood seems to be heating, I think I'm sick, because I'm sweating and then I stutter incoherently."

Looking at this casually flipped page, Massimo was slightly stunned, he really didn't expect to see such content, which made him suddenly feel that the abbot who was always pure in his impression but so far away suddenly became a little colorful.

Massimo kept flipping through the diary, and to his surprise, he saw the teenagers, youths, and other private affairs of Savonarola that no one else would ever know.

"I saw the man drinking incessantly, while his family wailed and pleaded, the man was utterly depraved, he had no property and was unwilling to take up his responsibilities as husband and father, he gave all his savings to the prostitutes who were extravagant and unkind, and then after a brief pleasure from them, he was indignant at his predicament."

"I was struck by what I saw today, that I had seen a clergyman whom I had previously admired come out of the house of a notorious woman, and that the smell of alcohol and the smell of a woman could be smelled even from that far away, and that it was infuriating that no one had come forward to express indignation at such a blatant act of blasphemy, and that one had to suspect that the whole church seemed to have become a miasma, and that such a fall was insignificant here."

Massimo flipped through the pages, originally just out of curiosity, but slowly attracted by the contents of the diary.

There was a soft sound outside the door, and Mahimo didn't even see that someone had walked in, because he was so engrossed.

"We're going to meet the Florentines."

The bishop standing at the door looked cold and said that although the bishop did not have a good impression of this guy who won the favor of the pope by being a drummer, he was not hostile.

There are many such people, but there are too few who can really stay, after all, not everyone can soar like Cardinal Monteiro at the beginning, and even the bishop of Monteiro has already changed people.

"It's an interesting book," Massimo said, putting the diary in his small bag, "are we going to meet the new ruler?" ”

"Yes, we need to know the attitude of the Florentines towards the Holy See today." The Bishop inspected the room for a moment, then frowned, "This room makes me feel uncomfortable, I think that savonarola must have left something evil here, maybe this house should be demolished altogether." ”

"It's time to tear it down," Massimo looked back at the room, "since the master is no longer there, there really is no point in this house staying." ”

Massimo stepped out, his hand pausing slightly as he closed the door.

Although the door was closed, Mashimo felt as if he had signed the death sentence of Savonarola.

The square in front of Florence's City Hall is very bustling and lively.

Countless people are running around, and it seems that everyone has a great mission.

The expressions on people's faces are also very different, some people pretend to be happy, some people have gloomy faces, but many more people's faces are full of uneasiness.

It had been 2 days since the "enraged" broke into the monastery of St. Mark's and forcibly taken Savonarola away.

For both days, the Florentines spent their days in this extraordinary excitement.

Some saw danger, others saw opportunity, and as Savonarola's comrades were eliminated, many began to worry about the vacant positions in the city hall.

The Sazi family has now become the most powerful group of people in the city, several Sazi hold important positions in Florence, from the commander of the city defense army to the treasurer, the surname Sazi can be found everywhere, and the new consul of Florence is now the head of the Sazi family, Gurvio Sazi.

There seemed to be a commotion in the square, and Sazi could easily see from the window on the second floor the group that had crossed the square, drawing countless pairs of eyes to watch.

"The Pope has sent someone." Although he had already received the news, he was still vaguely uncomfortable to see those people.

Sazi can't help but admit that Savonarola's-for-tat confrontation with the Holy See allowed Florence to get rid of the control of the Holy See in the past few years, although they fell into Savonarola immediately afterwards and it seems that they can never get rid of the shackles of thought, but at least the Florentines today are somewhat resistant to the Holy See.

However, the Sazi knew that this resistance would soon disappear, and when they decided to overthrow Savonarola, it would mean that he had to abandon his previous policy of hostility to the Holy See at the same time, otherwise Alexander VI would not mind supporting the Medici family back to power.

As for the possibility of bringing the Medici family back to power, neither Savonarola nor Sazi and his companions could not accept it.

So, the only way is to get on good terms with the Vatican.

Not to mention, thinking of the Count of Montina, who was now stationed on the King's Hill, felt that this was the only way out.

The group of emissaries of the Holy See had disappeared into the corner downstairs, and Sazi calmed down a little, he knew that it would not be easy for the Holy See to recognize the legitimacy of the new Florentine government, and that greedy Alexander VI would definitely put forward unacceptably harsh conditions, but now he had no other way.

Alexander sat on a stone as the setting sun reflected the whole of the West, and the fiery clouds shrouded the city below in a magnificent light, painting the whole of Florence in an intoxicating color.

He remembered that because of the pronunciation, Florence was once called the Emerald of Fried, although the name always reminded him of the Emerald City of Oz, but now looking at this city bathed in the golden sunset, Alexander couldn't help but sigh softly.

There have been too many legends in this city who put an end to the dark history and ushered in the Age of Light, and they have left their mark in their own way.

Leonardo da Vinci, Michelangelo, these people are the pride of Florence, but also the giants of this era.

But for Alexander, the real attraction in the city now was the Savonarola.

According to the agreement between Alexander VI and him, Alexander's army could not enter Florence, but this did not prevent him from deterring the Florentines.

And as far as he knew, this was precisely the intention of Alexander VI, and in the negotiations between them, the question of Florence was one of the conditions for the negotiations.

Ofreil walked up to Alexander, and he brought him a plate of mutton soup.

Alexander never deliberately shared the weal and woe with the soldiers, and even when he was on the march, he would not refuse if he could eat a good meal.

However, he is not greedy for appetite, so when the conditions are not good, he will eat the same things as the soldiers.

The broth didn't taste very good, mainly because it only had a little dried ginger powder and a pitiful amount of sour millet juice in addition to the salt, which gave the broth an unpleasant fishy taste.

Alexander picked up the bread and took a bite, it was a little hard but still edible.

The distance from Pisa to Florence allowed both armies to reach their destination quickly with only a short march, and Alexander believed that in this day and age, there were not many armies that could compare with him in the speed of marching.

"What do you think they're going to do with that Savonarola?" Ofleiil asked suddenly, and then, as if noticing Alexander's slightly surprised look, the captain of the marching army pouted slightly, "A merchant in Pisa mentioned that Savonarola, and he said that the man was actually a good man, very pious and honest, at least better than many Florentine nobles. ”

Alexander nodded and looked at the city below.

"You may be right, Savonarola is a good man, but because of that his sins may be heavier than the others."

"I'm sorry I don't understand," said Oflei, a young stonemason who was showing great talent in the organization of the army, but who did not understand the meaning of Alexander's words, "Isn't it because he is a good man that he deserves that unfair trial?" ”

Seeing that the marching captain rarely showed such a look, Alexander couldn't help but chuckle.

"Oflei, a good man does not necessarily make a good ruler, and sometimes a person who pursues moral perfection may even do even more destructive things, because such a person cannot tolerate imperfections, let alone imperfect morals," Alexander said earnestly to Oflei, "but the problem is that there are no truly perfect people in this world, including Savonarola herself." ”

Oflaiyi listened to Alexander's words with some puzzlement, he could not think of anything wrong with it, but he had an urge to deny it with all his might.

This surprised Ofleigh, for he was eager to admit what the Count had said, but he struggled to find that he had never had such a desire to argue with the Count.

As if sensing the contradiction in Oflaiyi's heart, Alexander rose from the stone.

"Believe me, Ofleiuil, you will want to refute me because I am right in what many people have so vigorously denied," Alexander patted the captain on the shoulder as he walked past him, "Anyone who wants to pursue moral perfection is in fact seeking to be a being above others in his heart, and that is something that only God can reach. ”

Oflaiyi's body trembled slightly, and he looked at Alexander's back with some fear.

"And anyone who wants to act in God's place will end up with nothing good." Alexander's voice came slowly, and Oflaiyi couldn't help but feel terrified in his heart.

Massimo sat at the end of the long table, opposite him was the new Florentine consul Sazi, on the left of the table was a group of Florentine officials, and on the right were the Vatican emissaries.

"There must be a public trial," the bishop's voice was resolute, and although he noticed that all the Florentines, including Sazi, looked ugly, he did not leave any room for it, "This is the order of His Majesty the Pope, and the will of the Vatican." ”

"But what kind of crime are you going to condemn that man, Your Lordship?" Sazi asked with a gloomy expression.

He understood the purpose of Alexander VI's insistence on a public trial, and that the verbal and written rebuke of Savonarola had caused him to lose face for several years, and in some places people simply quoted some of Savonarola's sentences when referring to Alexander VI's immorality and the depravity of the Vatican.

This made Alexander VI almost unbearable.

Because of this, he hopes to bring Savonarola to shame through a public trial, and even to show everyone how his enemies have been discredited and even become a criminal.

"Will he be charged less?" The bishop glanced across the row of Florentine bureaucrats across from him, sarcastic at the corner of his mouth, "I think you can find out what he has committed, such as his most cherished reputation, isn't that the best target?" ”

"You may be mistaken, Lord Bishop," said an equally gloomy official, looking at the Bishop, "I know that you are hoping to find out his personal virtues and convict him, but I will say that if this is the case you are doomed, and no one will believe that Savonarola is indebted in personal morality, and even the most severe of men cannot convict him of this, and I would even say that Savonarola is almost a saint in piety and morality. ”

"Watch your words!" The bishop looked coldly at the official, "You are defending an enemy of the Vatican and the Pope, ironically, this person was overthrown by yourselves." ”

The bishop's words clearly aroused the displeasure of the Florentines, and all of them looked at Sazi, who looked at him with the same ugly expression.

Sazi looked at the bishop and met the sharp, defiant gaze in his eyes.

"We must first get him to confess, no matter what means are used." Sazi finally spoke.

His words made the Florentines breathe a sigh of relief, and they knew what they meant.

Many people looked at Sazi in amazement, and some were already wondering what kind of agreement he seemed to have made with the Pope's emissaries on this matter.

"But what is the charge against him?" A Florentine man was a little hesitant and asked, "We all know what kind of man he is." ”

"I'm sorry," Massimo, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, and seeing everyone's eyes on him, Massimo stroked the thick diary, "If I allow, I would like to meet that Savonarola first." ”