Caesar's roar echoed over the garden, and he saw the Assassin's scimitar pass through Lucrezia's throat, and he saw Lucrezia's body fall to the side, and at this moment his hands and feet became completely cold, and even his heart suddenly stopped as if he was being caught!

But then Lucrezia's scream of terror woke him up, and he realized that whether it was negligence or Lucrezia's instinctive dodge at the critical moment, although it was thrilling, the assassin's knife did not hit.

"Someone!!" Caesar let out a hysterical cry as he desperately charged towards the Assassin empty-handed, only to discover that the Assassin in the guard's uniform was wearing a mask with only his eyes exposed.

The man didn't continue to do anything after the knife was not struck, he just stood there and looked at Lucrezia who was rolling on the ground in horror, and the aristocratic lady at this time had long since lost her innocent and romantic or graceful temperament, her hair was scattered and her face was pale, and she didn't even care that her skirt was cut by the stones exposed on the ground, but she kept screaming in terror while kneeling and crawling towards Caesar who ran over.

Caesar's shout attracted the attention of the guards outside Potico's palace, and as the chaotic voices of people quickly came from all around, there were many people outside the garden, and the sound of hurried footsteps came from far and near.

Caesar had already rushed to Lucrezia's side, and then desperately took her in his arms, his hands protecting her body, his eyes fixed on the terrible man opposite.

Looking at the skillfully fiddling saber in the man's hand, Caesar had a hunch that this man was perfectly capable of killing the guards before they arrived.

"Leave us alone," Caesar stared into the eyes of the assassin in front of him, "if you want, you can come to me in the future, and I will fulfill one of your conditions, I swear to God that I will do what I say." ”

The Assassin shook his head slightly, as if he didn't care about his oath, but instead of rushing any further, he looked in the direction of one of the guards who had already appeared first in the distance, and then suddenly turned and burrowed into the towering bushes beside him.

"Wow", Lucrezia, who was trembling in panic, cried only then, she hugged Caesar's shoulders with all her strength and refused to let go, and at the same time stabbed her body desperately into his arms, "It's terrible, he's going to kill me!" ”

"It's all right, Lucrezia, I'm right here," Caesar wrapped his arms around Lucrezia tightly, and kept kissing her forehead to comfort her, but he quickly calmed down, "That man didn't want to kill you, or you would have died." ”

"It's horrible!" Lucrezia grabbed Caesar's clothes with one hand as if she was afraid that he would disappear, and with the other she grabbed her own neck: "He cut my neck directly, almost cut off my head!" But why did he do it? ”

"I don't know," Caesar looked blankly in the direction of the Assassin's disappearance, the bushes he had squeezed and swayed, and he could faintly hear a shout, followed by several short screams in succession, and the silence seemed to be getting farther away, and it was clear that the Assassin was defeating the guards who had intercepted him all the way until finally there was no sound.

Caesar's face was gloomy, his body trembled slightly, and he could not tell whether it was fear or anger, or just pure humiliation.

He, Caesar Borgia, the Pope's son, the archbishop of Valencia, and the prospect of becoming a cardinal soon, had to bow down to an Assassin and beg for mercy, even promising him his life in order to save his life, a humiliation that filled his mind with anger as soon as the crisis had passed.

Looking at the guards who appeared one after another, Caesar's eyes narrowed, he didn't understand how someone could have infiltrated the Potico Palace during the day, and he didn't understand why this person stabbed Lucrezia.

Caesar was sure that the man had not come to kill him, for if that was the case, he could have waited until he had come close before coming out from behind the bushes, and it seemed perfectly fine that he could have killed himself unarmed with the fact that he had quickly defeated the guards and fled without being hindered.

So, his target is Lucrezia?

This discovery did not make Caesar relax a little, but rather made him feel more nervous.

Lucrezia has always lived happily in the Potico Palace because she has not been involved in any trouble, and because of this, the Borgia family never thought that anyone would be unfavorable to her, so even if she is the Pope's daughter, the protection of the Potico Palace is not particularly strict.

Perhaps because of this, the Assassin was able to sneak in and carry out the assassination, but Caesar was reluctant to think about the reason why he was completely sure that he did not do it, he only knew that Lucrezia's safety was threatened, and someone was trying to harm her.

"Gotta get out of here." Thinking about this, Caesar suddenly said.

"Don't go Caesar, don't leave me!" Frightened, Lucrezia clung to Caesar's clothes, "I'm so scared. ”

"I mean, we're all going to have to get out of here, it's not safe here." Caesar said and looked around, as if someone might suddenly jump out of nowhere in any corner of the garden and assassinate them, "We need to go to our father, and inform Giovanni and Geoffrey as much as we can, that they may increase their guards." ”

Caesar thought of his family first at this moment, and he hurriedly asked the guards to protect the frightened Lucrezia from the Potico Palace, and ordered his men to send news to the rest of the family.

While the people in Potico's palace were panicking, a figure was quickly leaving the palace, he first quickly crossed the palace wall, and then quickly burrowed into a wood, and after alertly shaking off the chasing soldiers, the man took off his guard coat, revealing a very ordinary civilian dress.

His sharp saber had been tucked into what appeared to be a wooden box for tools, and when he removed the pullover, Nashan's slightly swarthy face was revealed.

At this time, Nashan looked like a very ordinary stonemason.

Not far from the Palazzo Potico, there is a magnificent building under construction, which will become one of the most prestigious palaces in the Vatican many years later, which will house the immortal masterpieces of Botticelli, Leonardo da Vinci and Raphael, who is still in his mother's arms, and interestingly, this palace does not have the work of its builder, Michelangelo, which is the Vatican's Holy See.

Today, the library, which has been expanded several times and eventually becomes one of Christendom's most famous collections of religious texts, is still a messy construction site dug up everywhere, and Michelangelo's dusty face, dressed in the same dust, shows irrepressible excitement as he walks on the edge of the dusty construction site.

"Behold, this is a library," said Millet, who had only made a name for himself in Rome because of his prominence, in an excited tone to Alexander next to him, "I really didn't expect that lord to think so highly of me, for from the time he asked me to renovate the cathedral, I felt that I had been blessed by God." Speaking of this, he seemed to sense that this was inappropriate, and quickly explained, "I mean that the Archbishop of Valencia is like a blessed angel sent by God, and you can understand that he really takes care of him." ”

Looking at Michelangelo's incoherent appearance because of his excitement, Alexander could understand.

In this era, even great artists need the support of nobles, and in Italy in this era, there is no shortage of a group of powerful people who are almost obsessed with art.

Whether it was the Borgia, Sforza, Rovelle, or the Medici family, who had been expelled from Florence and were looking for help, these powerful families generally had a strange interest in art, whether it was a genuine interest or just a vassal elegance, and they were indeed supporting the artistic talents they admired in different ways.

It was their unrelenting generosity that enabled the great artists of this era to give full play to their strengths, and some were even able to use the name of artistic creation to break free from the shackles of repressed ideas and begin to pursue the first hope of a new life in a thousand years since the fall of Rome.

"It's going to be a great library, and I'm sure it will make my name remembered in the future," Michelangelo said, still excited, and then he looked at Alexander very seriously, "but it's also because of you, I wouldn't have come to Rome without the gold coins you gave me." ”

"I'm sure you'd still come to Rome without me," Alexander shook his head, of course he knew that he was right, Michelangelo's success began in Rome, so even without him, the "Millet" in front of him would still be the admired art giant "And I can assure you that although this library is magnificent, it is by no means the culmination of all your achievements, or it is just the beginning, your achievements will be greater, and there will be more miracles waiting for you." ”

Michelangelo looked at Alexander with some astonishment, he could feel that Alexander's attitude when he said these words was not polite, but as if he was just recounting a fact, at this moment he even had the illusion that the young man in front of him seemed to see his future, which also made him listen to these words and couldn't help but be excited at the same time, and remembered another thought that he had always cherished.

"Remember what I mentioned earlier," Michelangelo stared at Alexander's face with shining eyes, "I think you really have a head like a Greek god, believe me, your appearance is so fascinating, I mean your appearance meets all the requirements of a master carver." So, would you like to be my model? ”

Alexander was a little speechless and looked at the "Xiaomi" in front of him with a golden light and an obsessive face, although he knew that he had fallen into the obsession with artistic creation again, but when he thought of the rumors that had been circulated in later generations that this man seemed to have some special orientation, Alexander's back couldn't help but feel a little chill.

At this moment, he saw a "worker" walking around the construction site.

Alexander immediately found an excuse to get rid of the infatuated "Millet", and after passing through most of the construction site, he saw Nashan who was already waiting there a little farther away.

"Why did you kill that woman?" Nashan was a little puzzled and asked, "I don't like to kill women, even if it's just to scare her." ”

"I'm just trying to scare her," Alexander just smiled at Nashan's question, and then his expression became solemn, "Are you really going to take Sophia away?" ”

Nashan looked at Alexander a little surprised, he had raised this matter several times before, but Alexander refused, if it wasn't for the fear that Sophia would be angry, he would have already hit the young man in front of him who didn't know what to do and forcibly took his daughter away, and now listening to him suddenly take the initiative to ask, Nashan couldn't help but be a little suspicious: "What, are you willing to let me take her?" ”

Alexander instinctively shook his head, but then stopped and looked at Nashan and said, "Do you know what Sophia means to me? ”

Nashan didn't speak, he also knew that Alexander didn't want to hear his answer, and sure enough, Alexander continued: "She saved me, and more than once, in my eyes she is proof that I know that I am alive in this world. ”

Alexander saw the confusion in Nathan's eyes, and he knew that Nashan could not have understood what he meant, and in fact no one but himself knew what he meant.

From Ding Chao to Alexandre Giulian Cambrai, from just trying to survive in this era to having to actively get involved in this disturbing right and wrong, Sophia is an important and even direct reason for his changes.

In the dungeons of the Royal Palace of Palermo, when he saw that Sofia was about to be humiliated, he helped the two of them out of the crisis by saying the name of Giorgio Modillo, and it was then that Alexander knew that he had no way out.

Sophia is the root of all these decisions!

"There's going to be a lot going on," Alexander said, looking back at the Tiber River in the distance, and the city of Rome farther away was obscured by rolling hills, "Maybe you're right to take Sophia away for a while." ”

"Oh, really?" The news didn't make Nashan look very happy, his shrewd eyes didn't stop looking at Alexander's face, and then he reached out and twisted his beard, "Then you are willing to let Sophia go, but I want to know what you think, young man, don't play tricks with me, I have seen a lot of tricks of the Gaj. ”

Alexander smiled wryly, of course he knew that his sudden and thoughtless promise would definitely arouse Nashan's suspicions.

"Rome, it may not be peaceful soon," Alexander said helplessly, "I fear that I will not be able to protect Sophia at that time." ”

"Oh?" Nashan frowned, "It's been too long since I've been out this time, the queen can't have no one by her side, in this case, I'll take Sophia with me, but you have to tell her yourself." ”

Alexander nodded silently, he knew that this was really up to him, but the thought of Sophia's reaction when she heard the news made Alexander a little apprehensive.

But he knew he had to do it, and Alexander was secretly alarmed when he thought of the series of great changes that might take place in the whole of Italy with the advent of 1497.

In the coming turmoil, he was not sure that he would be able to protect Sophia, and the thought of putting Sophia in danger made his heart twitch again and again.

However, before Alexander could figure out what to say to Sophia, an order from the Holy See summoned him back to the Vatican.

Only this time, it was not Alexander VI who saw him, but the secretary named Nomelo next to the Pope.

And the first sentence of the pope's secretary was shocking: "Young man, you are in big trouble!" ”