The city of Rome is now in chaos.

Several stone bridges from the Vatican to Rome have been blocked, and the Holy See Guard has erected artillery in Castel Sant'Angelo, which is not comparable to the large-caliber artillery, but it is enough to deter the already somewhat frantic mob.

But this is obviously not enough, from the Castel Sant'Angelo across the Tiber, you can see that there are mobs everywhere who are breaking words and smashing, what was originally just because of the anger at the depreciation of Radia quickly turned into a pure riot and destruction full of destruction, many statues erected on the riverside were torn down, especially the marble statue that Alexander VI ordered people to be on the Pandris Street at the mouth of the Tiber Bridge in order to show that he was strong against all opponents and won the papal crown in one fell swoop. It was pushed down by the angry crowd, and then someone peed on it, and then countless people poured large vasks of feces on the statue, and the smell drifted to the other side of the river, so that the soldiers on guard had to stop it by gagging their mouths and noses.

Alexander VI's fame, like his statue, stinks at this moment.

Alexander VI sat in his living room in the chapel, and he could see from the window not far in front of him the still building St. Peter's Basilica, which had been under construction since generations of his predecessors, and every pope who wanted to see the completion of the most illustrious cathedral in Christendom, but they were disappointed.

Alexander VI had this hope, so that although he was also extravagant, he cared deeply about his health, and he wanted to live a long time, and then see the cathedral completed during his tenure, just like his old rival Rovere's uncle Sistine IV, if this pope will go down in history, it must be because of the construction of the Sistine Chapel during his tenure.

And what kind of reputation will you leave in history?

Alexander VI thought about it carefully, it shouldn't be good, he let out a self-deprecating chuckle at this thought.

There was a soft knock on the door, and Nomelo walked in.

"What are they doing, are they discussing the deposition of me?" The Pope didn't look back, still looking out the window and asked.

"The cardinals are meeting to discuss what to do," Nomelo did not answer directly, pausing slightly, and he whispered, "perhaps you should consider leaving the Vatican for a while, or perhaps you should fulfill the duty of visiting the dioceses, such as Valencia, and I am sure that your hometown will be very excited about your return." ”

Alexander VI looked back at the secretary and smiled, he knew that Nomelo was hinting that he had temporarily escaped from the Vatican, and that there was not only one in history who had escaped from the papal throne for various reasons, and that the excuse used by those ancestors at that time was to perform papal duties and visit the dioceses.

But Alexander VI doesn't seem to want to leave the Vatican.

"Nomerlo, remember when we first arrived in Rome?" The Pope struggled to stand up on the handrail, and he walked to the window and looked into the distance: "How amazed we were at the magnificence of the buildings, the daily luxury, and the women who were intoxicated and indulged, and swore that one day I would become the master of the city, and then I paid the price of almost bankruptcy to become the Pope, and then my sons died here one by one." ”

Alexander VI said weakly, and raised his hand to the chapel where Caesar's coffin was placed in the distance.

"There, my last hope was dashed, in fact I knew from the time of Giovanni's death that the decline of the Borgia had begun, how long had it been since then? 3 years, and then everything is different, Giovanni, Caesar, Lucrezia, each of them has left me, or is like a passerby with me, and the Borgia family is no longer what it used to be. ”

Nomelo stood aside and listened silently, he knew that this was what Alexander VI had been saying in his heart for several years, but he would not say it before, but now that he said it, it made Nomelo feel a faint unease.

"Now those people are trying to get me out of the Vatican, and I know that if I want to leave, it will be easy, and they will probably even pay me a lot of money for this, but if I leave, I will probably never come back, what am I? An exiled pope waiting to be deposed or simply waiting to die? ”

Nomelo looked at Alexander VI wordlessly, he knew that the Pope was right, once he left the Vatican, his fate was doomed as he said, but if he remained here, he shuddered at the thought of the already crazy people in the city across the river.

"What does Rovere want?" Alexander VI's voice suddenly stirred, and the previous decadence and powerlessness seemed to be swept away at this moment, he turned around and straightened his waist slightly and then relaxed, with an inexplicable smile on his face, "I know he won't give up such a good opportunity, let me hear how much appetite he has." ”

Nomelo thought for a moment, and finally spoke: "He wants you to publicly admit that he can solve the current trouble, and that he will be appointed as the cardinal governor of the Vatican." ”

"Oh, he's really welcome," Alexander VI smiled, not at all angry at old Rovere for such a blatant usurpation of power, "but if he wants these things, then what can he give, there must be enough good enough for me to agree to his terms." ”

"He promised that you would not be deposed, and," said Nomelo as if he had thought of how to phrase it, "and that as long as you are able to serve as pope, your position will be guaranteed until the end." ”

"That means I can be this pope until the day I go to heaven or hell, right?" Alexander VI asked unhurriedly.

"Yes, but ......"

"But I have to surrender my power," Alexander VI said to Tenomello, "after all, he is willing to pay a great deal of money for this governor cardinal, not to owe my allegiance," said the Pope, who turned to look out the window, "He wants me to be his puppet, just like the Popes of Avignon." ”

"Your Majesty, what are your plans," Nomelo asked softly, "how do you want me to reply to him?" ”

"So what do you think I should do?" Alexander VI looked at the private secretary, "But you suggested that I leave the Vatican, which seems to be a little different from what Rovere suggested. ”

"Your Majesty, even if you leave the Vatican, you will still be the Pope, but if you stay here, you will be a puppet as you say," Nomelo replied carefully, "so it is up to you to make a decision." ”

Alexander VI's brow bones were slightly twisted, and he knew that it was indeed time for him to make a decision.

It's just that what kind of result this decision will bring, but it is no longer something he can see clearly.

Alexander VI slowly turned to look at Nomero, his eyes were empty, but he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy in his heart when he fell into Nomerlo's eyes like this.

Nomelo knew his employer too well, he knew what kind of heart he had behind this seemingly wooden face, and how good this man was at playing tricks.

So even in the face of such a dilemma, Nomelo was never sure whether Alexander VI was really cornered.

"Nomelo, is it okay if I choose to go to Pisa or Bologna at this time?"

Normelo instinctively wanted to shake his head at Alexander VI's questioning, but he suddenly came to his senses and forcibly stopped this action that might kill him.

But even so, Nomelo's face had become very ugly, and he said with some difficulty: "I can propose this idea to the College of Cardinals for you, but ......"

"It's hard to be allowed, though, is it," the Pope asked softly, and then he waved his hand for Nomelo to leave.

Nomelo barely managed to maintain his composure, bowed, and walked out the door.

He knew that he had just almost exposed himself in front of the Pope, that he was Alexander VI's secretary, but if even he thought that the Pope's request could not be granted, would Alexander VI still trust him?

Nomelo had seen too many secrets and intrigues about the family, and Alexander VI would never allow someone who was no longer trusted to stay around.

The Cardinals were surprised and did not know how to deal with the idea that the Pope did not want to stay in the Vatican, nor to be exiled back to his native Valencia, but to move to Pisa or Bologna.

Bologna was the traditional domain of the Pope, and Pisa was the domain of his daughter and granddaughter.

So it seems reasonable for the Pope to want to move there, but everyone knows that things are clearly not that simple.

Alexander VI was the soul of the Borgia family, and if he was allowed to Pisa, then he would most likely wrest power from Lucrezia's mother and daughter, and then use Pisa to rebuild an army.

At that point, perhaps, it was the beginning of his revenge.

Not to mention the fact that he could also get help from the French.

The cardinals had set their sights on old Rovere, many of whom had already placed their chips on the most powerful man in Rome today, and now they were waiting for him to make a decision.

Depose the Pope.

This idea has been brewing in everyone's hearts for a long time, but even though the elder Rovere has openly forced the palace of Alexander VI, no one dares to publicly propose to depose the pope.

Looking at the eager eyes of those cardinals, old Rovere secretly cursed in his heart, he knew that they were implying that he should be the first to stand up and speak publicly, after all, he was the one who got the benefit in the end, so if he wanted to get his hands on the triple crown, he must have the courage and obligation to stand up and openly challenge Alexander VI.

After all, even at this time, Alexander VI was still a formidable behemoth in the eyes of many people.

"Cardinal, what do you think should be done?" Old Rovie suddenly asked a "young man" who was also in his 30s, but seemed a little abrupt among such a group of old people.

"You're asking me?" Massimo seemed a little surprised, seeing the cardinals' looking eyes, Massimonu pursed his lips, and then shrugged his shoulders: "I think maybe we should respect the opinion of the Pope himself, and know that maybe we can find a way to get the Pope's authorization if he is satisfied, so that the Cardinal can solve these troubles in the city of Rome at hand." ”

There was silence in the hall, and everyone looked at Assemo in astonishment, they had never expected him to say such a thing, and the most surprising of them all was old Rovere.

He didn't know how the turmoil about Radia came about, but it was true that Alexander VI supported Caesar and Rome Thesia as enemies, but as Alexander's spokesman in the Holy See, Massimo suddenly switched to support the Pope, which made old Rovere immediately vigilant in surprise.

Old Rovere secretly wondered about Mashimo's intentions, and he could not think of any benefit to Alexandria if Alexander VI moved to Pisa or Bologna, after all, although Rome and the French were in a temporary confrontation, a great war could break out at any time.

It is likely that the attitude of a pope at this time will play a crucial role at some point.

Old Rovere's face was cloudy, and he tried to find out what was going on that he didn't know, but just as he was about to speak again, an attendant hurried into the hall.

"My lord, in the city~in the city~" The sweaty attendant fell on the ground due to nervousness, but he didn't care about his broken knees and got up and ran towards the semi-circular staircase chamber, "The army has entered the city of Rome!" ”

"What do you say? Whose army? Old Rovere suddenly felt a little wrong, and he hurried down the steps of the pulpit, grabbed the panting attendant, and asked anxiously.

"The Neapolitan army, they have entered the city!"

There was a shout of surprise all around, and old Rovere had a look of disbelief on his face.

The reason why he made Constantine the commander of the Papal Army at this time, and even did not hesitate to make a direct private deal with Alexander VI, was because he knew that although she defeated the Papal Army and even killed Caesar, the Queen of Naples would not dare to enter Rome easily, because if that meant that she would become the target of public criticism.

No one would tolerate a king who controlled the Vatican, not even Charles VIII, who entered Rome in high spirits and ended up with enemies on all sides and fled for his life.

Even the arrogant Gonzalo, who entered Rome as a victor, left very quickly, because he knew very well that Rome was a city that was difficult to get in, but even more difficult to get out.

But that's it, the Queen of Naples suddenly entered the city of Rome?!

Old Rovere paused in astonishment, and then he suddenly turned to look at Massimo, who was sitting not far away!

There, Massimo was facing him with a face full of smiles, which looked a little strange.