Being a prophet is a magical thing.

People will adore you, fear you, envy you, and then fear you until they will eventually hate you!

No one wants to see a person know more than they do, know it earlier, and no one wants to have to live uneasily in the prophecies of others again and again, because people are always afraid that one day the prophet will say to him, "I know what kind of ending you will have".

Alexander was certainly not such a prophet, and even if the news that Nomelo suddenly brought surprised both Alexanders, he was more surprised and confused.

The pope was shocked by the suddenness of this event and the astonishing prediction of Alexander, who was even more surprised by the sudden outbreak of war between Poland and Moldova.

In his memory, the war, which would have resulted in the almost total annihilation of the Poles, should have taken place much later, although he did not remember it in detail, but at least it should have been after autumn, because it was precisely because of the approach of winter after late autumn that the Poles, who were already at a disadvantage at that time, fell into the trap of Moldovan Grand Duke Stefan in a hurry, and suffered a crushing defeat rarely seen since the establishment of the Polish-Lithuanian kingdom.

But now it's summer, and considering that the news has reached Rome, this war must have broken out for a long time, so if you count the time, this war must be at least a few months earlier than the time in history.

Alexander felt a little dazed, he did not know what caused such a huge change, if Giovanni's death was perhaps a small change because of his appearance, then what was it that made a war between European countries so early than the time in history?

Alexander couldn't figure it out, but he didn't bother to think about it now, because the Pope was looking at him with a puzzled look on the other side.

Alexander VI had the urge to come in and grab the guy in front of him, and then knock his head open to see what was inside.

He had just questioned the young man's suggestion that war might break out between Poland and Moldova, and before he could finish speaking, his secretary brought the news that war had broken out.

This made Alexander VI almost think that this man was simply a miraculous master of prophecy, and then he immediately couldn't help but wonder if he was a spy sent by someone, otherwise how could he have predicted such a war with such an almost impossible war so accurately.

Poles, or Moldovans? Or bohemia?

Or was this man simply sent by the Empire?

You know, the Emperor Maximian has always wanted the Vatican to bow to him.

Alexander VI was quickly guessing the young man's "true identity" as he looked at Nomerlo, who was looking at him strangely: "What happened, why did war break out between two countries that also believed in Christ?" ”

Alexander VI's question is a bit strange, because the outbreak of war between two countries that also believe in Christ is not new in Europe, but has long been commonplace.

Sometimes such wars are not only more brutal than those with infidels, but also more protracted.

For example, the Hundred Years' War between England and France, which had just ended, had just ended, and Alexander VI would not have imagined that the entire Apennine Peninsula would be plunged into a long-term war, requiring nearly three generations of Italian wars.

Alexander VI asked this question because Poland and Moldova were at the forefront of the resistance to the Ottoman invasion, and in the Pope's view, in the face of the frenzy of the Ottoman army led by the Sultan of Baseyet, how could such an absurd thing happen in these two countries that were already struggling to resist the crisis.

Nomelo opened his mouth, he didn't know that the two people in the room were discussing the matter, so he looked at Alexander with some scruples, and after making sure that the Pope didn't seem to mind letting the young man hear the news, the secretary said: "The messenger who brought the news was an emissary from the Bohemian court, who had come directly from the royal palace in Prague, and this man had passed through Belgrade, from where he brought a lot of news about Moldova and the Ottomans." ”

"Perhaps I should meet this man," Alexander VI whispered to himself, and then he looked at Alexander again, "and this time you are right, and I must admit that I am very impressed by your words. ”

"I'm at your service, Your Majesty." Alexander bowed, he knew it was best to speak less, at least to keep his mouth shut when the Pope looked at him with that kind of look.

No one likes to be proven wrong one minute when they are confidently presenting their opinions, let alone a pope.

Alexander even felt that the war had not come at the right time, and that it was necessary to convince Rome or those he hoped for in order to convince Rome or those he hoped for in this "Ottoman threat theory".

He didn't have much time, but it was not easy, and his plan could only begin once everyone believed that the Ottomans could really invade Italy directly.

And this time was enough for him to gather enough funds to carry out his plan.

But now that the war between Poland and Moldova had broken out early, he did not know whether it would cause other changes, which made Alexander immediately feel that the already scarce time had become even more urgent.

Alexander was the first to tell him the news, knowing that only he could understand what the accident meant to them.

"Why did war break out all of a sudden?" Hearing this, Jisha also looked incredulous, "Aren't they the same belief in God, and they are also at war with the heathen?" ”

Alexander could only smile bitterly at the question that his sister was puzzled about by the same as the Pope.

He believes that people who hear this news will probably find it unbelievable, after all, in the face of a strong enemy, there may be a catastrophe at any time, and only by fighting side by side can they have a chance to get out of the crisis, but these two countries actually play such a thing as a nest fight, and anyone who hears it can only feel that it is really incomprehensible.

Surprised, Tsusha quickly realized the implications of the incident.

"The news will spread soon," Jisha was a little confused, but then nodded affirmatively, "It will definitely spread, and then people will really feel threatened by the Ottomans." ”

Alexander nodded silently.

Obviously, the war in the Balkans would have a great impact on the whole of Europe, after all, it is not necessary to guess how bad the conflict between the two Christian states would be at this time.

That would inevitably cause a great deal of panic, especially in coastal cities and ports.

Qi Sha opened her mouth slightly, her golden eyebrows gently condensed together, and her delicate face showed a look of embarrassment.

"We don't have enough money," Zha Sha looked at Alexander helplessly, "we are already very short on hand, and you have to insist on providing such a large sum of money for your father-in-law." ”

Alexander noticed that when he said "old man", the tone of his voice was deliberately heightened.

"But there is no way, according to our plan, we can't make Bishop Alfonso a cardinal," Alexander shook his head a little helplessly, "we can't see a Sicilian cardinal, and this will affect our plans." ”

"But now, even if we succeed in preventing Alfonso from becoming a cardinal, we may not have time to scrape together enough money, we are too poor."

The corners of Alexander's lips twitched at his words, and he was tempted to say "We are not poor", at least as they were, and if they hadn't carried out that crazy plan, they would have enough wealth now to live a carefree and prosperous life.

And as time goes on, they will become richer and richer, even if the decline of the Mediterranean-centric business world is inevitable, but depending on his knowledge of this era, the long days before this complete decay will be enough for them to accumulate a huge fortune for their descendants to enjoy.

They can then use this wealth as capital to venture into the New World earlier than anyone else.

Alexander believed that with his knowledge of the new world, he could become the master of that world!

But is that all there is to it?

Alexandre Giuliante Cambrai, a name that might make him one of the richest people in the world.

But George Mordillo, this name has the opportunity to make him one of the most powerful and great people in the world!

From the moment he walked out of Saint Sebaron, Alexander had already secretly vowed that he would just do something in this world.

Now that such a good opportunity has appeared in front of him, should he give it up?

Alexander looked at Zha Sha, looking at her slightly twisted eyebrows, he involuntarily reached out and gently twisted his thumb on Zhisa's forehead, as if to use this method to erase the troubles in her heart.

Jossa looked at Alexander, she raised her hand and gently took Alexander's hand on her head, pulling it first over the bridge of her high nose, then over her smooth cheeks, and then letting that hand rest on her round, smooth jaw and caress gently.

Then he took Alexander's hand and let it rest on the lower side of the hill on the left that he had raised like a peak.

The healthy and powerful beating sensation is transmitted to the palm of the hand through the warm skin and dress, and the beating speed gradually increases due to the caress of the palm, and the temperature gradually increases.

Alexander felt a little thirsty, he could feel the unusual softness, and he could feel the change in the tension of this healthy body under the caress of his palm.

It's a young girl's heartbeat and it's mesmerizing throbbing.

"I'll always support you, my brother," Tsusha leaned forward slightly, "Listen, I know you're different from others, and I believe that you can do things that others can't do in their lifetime, so I'm going to support you desperately, and now all you have to do is prove that my choice is not wrong." ”

Alexander nodded slightly, knowing that Josha had seen the momentary wavering he had just had.

Because of this, she encouraged herself in this way that completely broke through the tacit understanding between the two before.

All the while, Alexander wondered when Jossa was sure that he wasn't the "George Modillo".

Sometimes he thinks it should be at Agri's farm, when there is a brief ambiguity between the two, and sometimes he thinks that it may be a speculation after the kind of feelings that are very different from those between the brother and sister that are revealed by the two parties in the correspondence between them, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Even sometimes he thinks that maybe it was the usual casual gaze that betrayed him, after all, the way his brother looks at his sister is completely different from the way a man looks at a beautiful girl.

But no matter when they found out, the two of them always tacitly avoided the truth that was not really important to them.

But today, when he was faced with a problem that might make them lose the opportunity to be troubled and confused, Jisha took the initiative to break this tacit understanding that had been guarded.

"I'm sure you'll succeed, I've known you're different from the rest of the world since the day I saw your plans for that free trade zone," Josha took another small step forward, and there was barely a gap between the two of them, Alexander's hand on her chest was sandwiched between the two, "I want everyone to know that my vision is not wrong, let them see how good my brother is, tell me if you are willing to help me achieve this wish to be a sister?" ”

Alexander stared at Josha's eyes, the blue of which was so deep that he even shuddered as if he might sink into them.

Looking into those eyes, Alexander finally whispered, "I will grant you this wish." Believe me, it's not just the Countess's Countess, it's not the Duchess's crown," he leaned forward and whispered in a low voice that only two people could hear, "Maybe one day you'll get a whole new world and a crown." ”

Suddenly, there was a beating of his heart in his hand that was even more violent than before, and Alexander saw that Josha's cheeks and neck had turned crimson with the sudden excitement.

He immediately took a step back, then felt that it was not enough.

Even so, Alexander could clearly see the clear veins on his face that had risen on his neck in an instant due to excitement.

"So our plans are going to continue?" It seemed to take a lot of effort to calm herself down, and she looked at Alexander, but by this time the gaze between the two of them had changed from before.

It was a feeling that was clearer than the original ambiguous tacit understanding, a unique emotion that only two people could feel.

"Yes, although this war came a little suddenly, but our plan must continue, this is a real golden opportunity, believe me, as long as everyone is aware of the threat of the Ottomans, our plan is already half successful," Alexander smiled bitterly at this, "But as you said, the key now is that we are too poor." ”

Listening to Alexander's helpless self-deprecation, Jisha couldn't help frowning.

Everything requires huge sums of money, and the amount of this money is an absolutely terrifying number.

According to Alexander's previous plan, as long as everyone was gradually made aware of the threat of the Ottomans, it would inevitably affect their confidence in the safety of the coastal cities and ports, and this concern would undoubtedly be a huge blow to the ports that relied on trade to sustain their prosperity.

What Alexander needed was precisely the panic that people had lost confidence in fear of the Ottoman threat.

Because only in this way could he take advantage of the opportunity to extract a larger share of the ports that were destined to depreciate due to the threat of war at the lowest price.

Taranto, Messina, Palermo, Barletta and even Naples and Venice, famous for their wealth!

Just think about the enormous wealth that these cities could bring, and it was enough for Alexander to threaten the Ottomans with the "notoriety" of the Ottomans.

But now the Polish-Moldovan war has made this happen too soon, and they have not yet had time to gather enough money to realize their plans.

"That Grognin?" Jisha said suddenly.

Alexander knew what Josha meant.

Although the lowland merchant never appeared again, Orgala, who was his eyeliner, made a name for himself in Rome.

Relying on her previous friendship with the Imperial Palace and Gonzalo, Orgala was already a celebrity among the upper echelons of the Roman aristocracy, and behind all this there must be the shadow of the lowland merchant.

But Alexander didn't want to deal with that Groganin easily, and he instinctively had a certain wariness of that person.

"And the Ottomans, do you think they really won't start a war?" Zhisa was worried, she was in favor of Alexander's plan, but the unexpected outbreak of war between Poland and Moldova made her a little less confident: "You said that you believed that the Ottomans would not start a war, and that is why your plan will succeed, but now what if they do march to the west coast of the Mediterranean, even if you can really realize the plan, can you guarantee that it will not fall into the hands of the infidels after that?" ”

Faced with the puzzled eyes of Jisha, Alexander was a little unsure of how to explain.

It was impossible for him to tell him everything he knew, and this was exactly where he was fully supportive of him, but at the same time he felt conflicted because he was worried.

After thinking about it for a while, Alexander decided to take the plunge!

"Can I fully want you, as much as I believe in you?" He stepped forward and approached Josha.

Ji Sha stared at the familiar and unfamiliar "brother" opposite, and then nodded.

"Well," Alexander said again, bringing his lips to Josha's ear, and whispering in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them, "I make you believe me because I know the Ottomans better than anyone else, because I am from the same place as them. ”