After the erosion of time, the marks on the wooden beams have been blurred, but under the careful rubbing, the strange-looking traces are still printed on a piece of paper.

"It's Hebrew, sir," said Uliu, looking at the handwriting on the paper, "but I don't know it, but I've seen it from my old master." ”

Alexander looked at Uriou, he was a little curious about the Moorish past, and he didn't believe that a Sicilian nouveau riche could have such a servant in his family, so when Uriu decided to leave the Zioni family and follow him, Alexander refused at first.

But now it seems that this Moorish man did not disappoint him.

"In addition to the counter and these tools, you must know that the tools for weighing gold and silver must be very accurate, so they must be repaired and corrected frequently, according to habit, these jobs should be done for the shops they are familiar with, especially the gold and silver measuring tools, although the Jews are greedy for money, they are still very particular about credit and fairness in transactions, so they will be very careful to maintain those measuring tools so that they do not deviate, find those shops with whom they have close dealings, and then look for clues from them," Alexander looked at his subordinates who were starting to get busy in the basement and smiled, "Although they took the documents they could take with them when they fled, there is enough evidence left." ”

Alexander's instructions left Ulliu and Massimo a little dumbfounded, and although they found nothing special in retrospect, they did not think of anything when they faced the empty room themselves.

But now that Alexander said this, it seemed that the whole room was really full of evidence.

Objects that might have been used as evidence were carefully examined or simply removed, and clues were gradually revealed.

When Alexander returned to Marino Palace, he saw Jossa in front of a large pile of rags that were lying in the hall.

"They say your men are arresting people all over the ghetto," said Shosha, "and two bishops have just sent in to ask what is going on, and although they have not explicitly expressed their displeasure, they can tell that they think you are looking for trouble." ”

"The big men of the Vatican," Alexander couldn't help but think of the rumors that someone was trading with the Jews, "it seems that they are really big shots, and there are cardinals who stand up for them." ”

"Are you investigating Giovanni's death?" Josha bypassed the various vessels that Alexander called the evidence to be sealed, "You know that apart from the murder of Giovanni, no one else really wants you to find anything. ”

Alexander nodded approvingly, he knew that what Jisha said was right, except for the murderer, many people did not necessarily hope that this murder would really come to light.

As for the enemies of the Borgia family, they didn't want to see the result of this murder.

Perhaps the more ambiguous it is, the better it is for some people.

At least one of them is forever saddled with the murder of his brother, which is enough to make it difficult for Caesar to move forward and be in trouble for a long time to come.

In this matter, Ji Sha's vision obviously has to look further, and when many people think that he is bound to track down the murderer, Ji Sha can see through this, which shows his wit.

Alexander's customary hand raised his hand to stroke Josha's head in approval, but then stopped again.

I don't know when he started to be a little scruple about this kind of intimate action between brother and sister, maybe it was because he finally broke the tacit understanding between the two, Alexander began to worry a little that maybe this seemingly unconscious action would fall into the eyes of some people with a heart, if that, it would be bad.

As if aware of Alexander's strangeness, Tsusha deliberately rubbed her head forward and said in a slightly mischievous tone, "Don't you want to praise your sister for her cleverness?" ”

"Praise indeed," Alexander took Zhosa on the head and kissed her on the forehead, "I have just discovered something new, and the Pope has given me more than just an investigation into Giovanni's death. ”

A trace of worry flashed in her eyes, maybe it was a glorious thing to be trusted and trusted by the Pope in the eyes of others, but she knew very well that for Alexander, his future was not in Rome, and he should not waste his time and energy in this city.

"You should stay away from trouble," Zhisa said with a slight dissatisfaction, "It's up to you to get out of Rome as soon as possible, and go back to your territory, where you are needed." ”

"But now I have to finish this," Alexander was also a little helpless, he was also dissatisfied with Alexander VI's arrangement, but it was clear that it was not so easy to refuse a pope, "I know what is most important to me, believe me that things are not very bad, and I have my own plans." ”

Josha nodded, believing that Alexander should know what was important, and that the topic could not be continued, as she saw Ulliu walking in their direction.

He first bowed to him, and then immediately walked up to Alexander and reported, "Sir, I found it." There are a few shops that are well acquainted with the people who live in that house, and we've identified them all and locked them up, and as you said, don't let them see each other. ”

The Moorish paused slightly, glanced at the next to him, and then continued: "In addition, according to your orders, we have inquired about almost the entire Jewish quarter, and found that the owners of several of the shops do not seem to have been seen since this morning, and two have not even opened. ”

Hearing this, Alexander had a "sure enough" expression on his face.

The Jews who hid behind the scenes could not live in the world as invisible people, they were often some ordinary shopkeeper or an amiable-looking old man, but in the shadows, they controlled and ruled the place where the Jews gathered.

Alexander believed that if they could buy time for Levid even if he committed suicide, they would not take the risk of staying in the ghetto.

Maybe some of them will go back to their own shop and take care of the business as if nothing happened, as if they have nothing to do with the house, but surely some of them will have to leave the ghetto for some reason.

Now Alexander is looking for those who are still there.

"Only, some of those shops seem to have something to do with us," said Ulliu, who did not continue until Alexander looked at him again and made him speak to him, "and some of them seem to be related to our chamber of commerce, and it seems that one of our merchants is doing business with the Jews." ”

Alexander was a little surprised, of course he knew that doing business would inevitably involve dealing with Jews, but Uliu would specifically say this, which means that this person dealing with Jews should be more than just a simple merchant of the Chamber of Commerce.

"That man's name is Matthews Tiego, a merchant from Bareari," Uliu carefully reported, "and he is now the agent of your Chamber of Commerce in Barearic. ”

"Balearic Island's agent man?" Alexander looked at Asha a little stunned, "Is our business so good now, that we can already do business in Castile?" ”

"No, that man is just a Castilian merchant I know," said Josa, frowning slightly, "I met him on the Thirenian Sea, when he almost killed the men of the Venetian navy, I saved him and let this man join our chamber of commerce." ”

"This man is in Rome now, and he is doing business with the Jews?" Alexander asked curiously.

"No, he was supposed to go back to Barearic directly, but I asked him to come to Rome with me," Josa said casually, and then the corner of his eye suddenly jumped to catch a glimpse of displeasure in Alexander's eyes, "I think maybe I should let him come and meet you, although I don't know what your free trade zone will look like in the future, but it would be nice if someone could help us in Bariari." ”

"So you brought him here, and he's doing business with the Jews right now." Alexander smiled bitterly, he didn't know whether to praise or blame Josha, but he was somewhat interested in the Bari'ari merchant named Matthews Tiego, "Well, find a time for him to come and see me, maybe I really have something to do with him." ”

Barearic is an island belonging to the Kingdom of Castile, and Alexander will not forget this.

Ulliu was a very diligent servant, a servant, a gifted musketeer, and in the future, if nothing else, he would be Alexander's governor.

But no one knew that he could still hold the position of torture officer.

The Jews who were imprisoned in the northern prison of Rome were numerous, and in the gloomy cells awaited their unknown fate, and it was Ulliu who would decide their future.

In this prison, the Moors showed an unknown side, and he had the guards take the Jews into a room with a closed door, and soon there were screams coming from inside.

The screams terrified the rest of the cell, so much so that when it was their turn, someone began to babble out of fear about everything they knew.

There was a group of Jews, the wisest of their people, who realized early on that they could not accumulate real wealth by ordinary means of earning money.

These wise men began to use their knowledge and the business they had started over the years to do business in a different way.

They used their prestige among their clansmen to pool all their money, and then used it to either issue usury to the noble bishops who needed large sums of money, or to put their huge capital into the market, taking advantage of the fluctuations in prices that had become so volatile as a result of this investment, that they made astonishing profits again and again.

These Jews had been doing this for many years, and as this practice continued, a special group of people emerged among them who had amassed wealth in this way.

These people are called elders, and they may usually be just a small gold shop owner or an inconspicuous shop owner, but when they are gathered, these people will use their shrewd brains to quickly calculate a business, and then it will not be long before somewhere chance is that someone has gone bankrupt and made them a fortune.

When Ullius reported this plausible-sounding and even implausible-sounding news to Alexander, he was somewhat worried.

Although Ullius could guarantee that the Jews were telling the truth, it was because of this that he feared that he might have been deceived by the cunning fellows again.

However, this time Alexander did not doubt it, but it was somewhat surprised.

Alexander didn't know if the Jews' description was some kind of early bank prototype or variant, but when he looked at the confessions, he knew he might have really dug up a big guy.

An underground world that seems unreal, but hides in the Jewish ghetto of Rome, a vast underground financial system that holds in the dark how much wealth no one can tell.

Alexander felt that if this was not what Ulius had told him, the first thing he would do was to kill the man.

The world knows that the Jews had money, but it is often unclear how much money they have and how they use it.

Now, Alexander felt that he had vaguely touched the door of the mystery, and the next thing to do was to reach open the door and walk in.

"Have you found the whereabouts of some of them?"

"Not yet," Uliu was a little helpless, "We have all gone to see some of the people they said, some of those people have not been found, but some of them are just running errands, and they don't know more than others, so we continue to look for them." ”

Alexander nodded and did not blame or urge, he knew that it could not be so simple, although those Jewish elders may not usually deliberately hide or deceive, but what happened to the Jews over the years must have made them more cautious, so things will not be so simple.

But that didn't bother Alexander.

"Go to the town hall and bring out in my name all the records of all the necessities of life in Rome over the years," Alexander narrowed his eyes slightly, "those Jews, since they can control the price of goods in Rome with such a large amount of money, then they will definitely leave all kinds of traces, and they can't put that money directly into the market themselves, which needs someone to help them, I want to know which family has been the most active in Rome when prices have changed over the years, and who has been rich during this time." ”

Uliu's face showed a look of adoration, he couldn't stop nodding, and then he turned around and left in a loud voice in an overly excited tone, so that Massimo, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but mutter: "Shameless sycophant." ”

"Take that Bariari's Matthews Tiego, he's a merchant and can help you find clues faster," Alexander reminded Uliu aloud as he ran away, and when he heard Uliu's clever response, he smiled lightly and looked at Massimo next to him, "As for you monk, I also have something to hand over to you." ”

Asseimo's expression immediately changed from disdain for the Moors to seriousness.

Massimo was a little uneasy at this time, he felt as if he had fallen out of favor, and he was very uncomfortable with his idleness after arriving in Rome, which made him even a little envious of Carlo, who was now recruiting new recruits in Agri, at least the farmer still had something to do.

Now, when he suddenly heard that Alexander had given him a job, the monk immediately became refreshed.

"I will arrange for you to meet the Pope," Alexander paused to look at him helplessly at the first sentence that made the monk faint, and then continued, "Your agitated appearance is better to wait until you see the Pope himself, I think he must be glad to see someone worship him so much." ”

"Rest assured, my lord, I will definitely make the Pope feel that I am his most loyal follower."

"Then I will arrange for you to give a series of sermons," Alexander then instructed, "you will be a very devout ascetic, a man who has followed us on a pilgrimage to Rome through many hardships, and you will be angry at the neglect of the Vatican, and sad at the neglect of the Pope, and you will condemn all those who are unreasonable to the Holy See, even the most powerful and influential nobles, and you will reprimand them mercilessly." ”

Massimo nodded as he listened, his expression changing with Alexander's narration, until at last he stopped talking in a slightly stunned state.

"What do you want to say?"

"My lord, do you mean that the most powerful and influential nobles also include the King of France and the Emperor?"

Seeing that Massimo looked a little pitiful, Alexander couldn't help but sneer.

"Do you think you're going to be retaliated against by Charlie or Maximian for this?"

Seeing Alexander's mocking appearance, Massimo immediately shook his head: "Of course not, if you need me, I can immediately become a fearless martyr." But in order to serve you in the future, can you tell me if it's safe to do this? ”

"Don't worry, they won't do anything to you," Alexander reassured Massimo, "at least not for the time being, and when we're done, then you may not have to fear what they'll do to you." ”

Listening to Alexander's slightly tongue-twisted words, Massimo's heart warmed slightly.

Assemo always believed that he could see the size of a woman's breasts through his clothes, and he would not be wrong to look at a man.

From the moment he met Alexandria on the outskirts of Naples, Massimo believed that this young man was different.

Along the way, it has been proven that he was not wrong.

But now, it seemed as if Alexander wanted to prove to him that he hadn't seen far enough!

"We're going to find the triple crown, Massimo," Alexander stood up and looked in the direction of the Vatican, "and then, I'm going to make you the biggest beneficiary of this matter." ”

"Your Majesty, allow me to introduce you, a true practitioner, a humble man who has walked to the Vatican from a distant place only to see the Supreme See and kiss the horns of your robes, one of your most loyal followers, Brother Mahimo."

On the afternoon of July 22, 1497, Alexander took Massimo into the Sistine Chapel in the Vatican.