The beginning of November in 1497 was a little cold, which reminded the Romans of the winter of 1495.

The Romans suffered a lot that winter, and many families were so bad that they didn't prepare for it, and the whole city of Rome was in trouble because they didn't have enough heat.

When he got up in the morning, Alexander opened the window, and a cold wind made him shiver slightly, and he leaned out of the window slightly to look at the street, looking at the white morning frost on the buildings and treetops on the street, and he couldn't help rubbing his arms.

"Ahh

Alexander closed the window in annoyance, then pulled over a shirt and walked out of the room, and took a few steps to the door of the next neighbor.

Before Alexander could slam the door, the door was already knocking, and Josha stood in front of him wrapped in a blanket.

"You know how cold you look." Alexander pushed Josha into the house and closed the door with his hand.

Wrapped in a blanket, she stood in the middle of the room and watched with a smile as Alexander busily closed the open windows before he walked up to her in a huff.

"You don't know that even a small cold can kill you, and at that time, I can't save you even if I have the ability to create miracles, don't you know how to take care of yourself."

Looking at the puffing Alexander, Zhosa smiled even more happily, her exposed hand first pulled into the side slit with a slight force, as if she was afraid of exposing her body, but then gently stretched out and slid down the edge of the blanket.

Alexander's gaze couldn't help but move slowly with the hand of Jisha, his original unhappiness was gone, but his eyes began to be a little uneasy.

"Your maid may be here soon." Alexander felt a little disobedient in his throat when he spoke, and he had originally scolded Josha not to be so bold, but when he said it, it seemed to remind her to be cautious when cheating.

Josa looked at Alexander with a smile, and when he didn't know if it was because the room was a little hot or because he was excited, he licked his lips slightly, and suddenly shook off the blanket he was draping on.

Alexander's heart pounded for a moment, but then he was stunned to find that under the blanket was not the wonderful figure of his sister he had imagined, but a women's close-fitting secret armor that shone with a fine luster and was embellished with almost close-fitting lines to set off the curves of the Cinza!

Alexander looked at this strange armor that completely set off the figure of Zhensha, and for a moment forgot that she deliberately tempted and teased him.

"How's that, is it pretty?" She stood ostentatiously in front of Alexander and turned around, so she was made of pieces of precision armor, and the skirt with lace and enamel patterns like a skirt opened slightly, and swirled in all directions like a fan.

The silver ornate armor with its delicate patterns is a dazzlingly fine work of art that Alexander believes even the most discerning person will have to admit.

As for the practicality of this armor, looking at the gems and pearls inlaid on it, and the various textures that have been completely hollowed out from the already thin pieces of armor purely for the sake of beauty, Alexander thinks it may be better not to think too much about the unrealistic.

She dragged Alexander to a corner of the room, and it was only then that he noticed a large wooden frame standing in the corner, on which hung a shoulder plate chest that looked like a match for the strange armor, and a helmet made in the exact style of the ancient Greek Athena, with a large cluster of towering snow-white feathers.

At Ash's urging, Alexander groped for her to put the armor with its gold-lined collar over her shoulders, and then helped her put the helmet on her head.

The sun-kissed blonde hair hung down from behind the helmet and the snow-white feather ornament that the helmet could not resist swaying, and then Josha motioned for Alexander to help her fasten the clasp of a floor-length red cloak to the jeweled bra clasp that lined her breast.

"How do I look now?"

Hoping for a sword or a spear, perhaps through a precedent on her part, she found that there were only a few muskets in her room, so she picked up a crutch from the rack and tilted her head to look at Alexander.

Alexander heard an unassuming grunt in his throat, and he quickly coughed to cover it, and then suddenly thought of something, and raised his hand to signal Josha not to move,

He looked at it carefully, then slammed his right hand the palm of his left hand.

"This is what it looks like, this is what I've been looking for!"

Alexander walked over and hugged Josha, and just as his lips were about to touch Josha's, the door behind him was suddenly pushed open.

With surprise on her face, she looked at the maid standing in the doorway, stunned, and just when she didn't know how to hide it, Alexander's lips were already kissing the helmet that covered her forehead.

"Great, that's exactly what I need," Alexander said, hugging him, "and the way you look gives me a great idea, trust me, my sister, you're going to love it." ”

She didn't know if Alexander was in a hurry or if he really had a good idea, but she was curious when Alexander seriously asked her not to take off the armor first, and to wait for him to return.

Alexander walked out of the room in a hurry, not letting the maid notice the "vicious" gaze he cast at her as he passed by.

Josha's lips were very sweet, but unfortunately they were ruined by a stupid maid who had no eyesight, and oops, it was still Uliu's use of peace of mind, and it seemed that it was time for the Moors to come back and stay by his side.

Alexander walked downstairs in thought, first nodding to Paul Busako, who was already waiting, and then giving him orders.

"Go and get Michelangelo here, whatever noble family he is in now, tell him I need him, and ask him to come to me as soon as possible."

Paolo Busako looked at Alexander with some confusion, he had the impression that adults were still more involved in battles and disputes, and that kind of artist was obviously not the same as adults.

However, he quickly ordered a captain of the hunting guard to deliver the message, and ordered the huntsman to bring a few more people, after all, the city of Rome was so big, and no one knew where the master was now.

Although it was a little far away, Busako's actions were still visible to Alexander, which made him feel even more that he should let Ulliu return to his side.

Because if it were Uliu, he would have known where to find Michelangelo with his short acquaintance with the nobles of Rome.

However, it is not difficult to find Michelangelo, two years have made this young man who came to Rome to try his luck become a veritable master admired by many people, although the sudden departure of Caesar made Michelangelo lose his source of patronage for a while, but the pope still admires him.

So the captain of the hunting guard soon learned that Michelangelo was working on the main hall of the Basilica of Santa Maria Maggiore, which was to be built, according to the orders of Alexander VI.

When the team leader arrived at the Basilica of Santa Maria, he happened to be lucky enough to see a scene that few others saw, he saw Michelangelo, who was covered in dust and dirty, was angrily beating a stone with a hammer and an iron chisel, but it was not a great work performed by the master passionately, but really beating out of anger.

The team leader saw that there were a few people next to him who wanted to dissuade him, but he didn't dare to speak out because he was afraid of the master's temper, and it wasn't until the team leader waited for a while and finally couldn't help but say hello, and Mi Langiro put down the hammer and looked at the hunters who interrupted him with a pair of angry eyes.

"The Count of Montina wants to see me?" Michelangelo asked in surprise, he didn't expect Alexander to take the initiative to see him.

Michelangelo knew a little about the conflict between Alexander and the Pope, but he always felt that it had nothing to do with him, so although the people next to him tried to dissuade him, he jumped off the shelf and slapped the dust on his body a few times.

"You can see that I'm not going well here, so it might be better to meet the Count for a change of mood," Michelangelo casually made an excuse for himself, and he didn't change his clothes, so he followed the squad leader out of the church and turned over on the mount prepared for him, and then he asked with interest, "Can you tell me what the Count is looking for me?" ”

"I'm sorry master, I don't know, but my lord seems to be in a hurry."

Michelangelo nodded a little disappointed, he never gave up the idea of having Alexander model him, but it didn't seem to be the case now.

When Michelangelo arrived at the Palazzo Marino, another guest had already arrived early.

Matthews Tiego sat opposite Alexander with a serious expression, and beside him there were several men in ordinary clothes who looked like frivolous and fancy men, and they also accompanied him with solemn faces, which made Michelangelo, who had just arrived, feel a little strange.

Michelangelo had heard of Matthews Tiego, but in his opinion he was a copper-smelling businessman, and although Michelangelo himself was interested in money, he did not think that he would one day have anything to do with this man.

"My master, it's hard to get you in on now."

Alexander greeted him and said with a little emotion, thinking that he had sponsored millet that was desperate before, but in a flash, millet has become an admirable art master.

"As long as you are willing to be my model, I am always there." Michelangelo joked and took the opportunity to bring up the idea that had already fascinated him a little.

"Maybe I've got something here that will interest you just as much." Alexander motioned for Tiego to wait for a moment, and went up to the second floor with a puzzled Michelangelo.

Arriving at the door of Josha's room, Alexander knocked lightly and then pushed the door open.

Michelangelo walked into the room puzzled, and then he saw a somewhat bored Jossa standing in front of the window, dressed in armor.

Michelangelo was stunned for a moment, and then apparently fascinated by what he saw.

At this time, the sunlight shone in through the window, and a slightly dazzling pillar of light was projected on Jisha's body, as if it was about to completely envelop her in a circle of holy light.

The silver scales of the armor reflected a little light, the Athena helmet was like a dazzling crown against the background of her waterfall blonde hair, and Michelangelo was surprised that the goddess Athena, who seemed to have come out of mythology, was not beside her famous spear and shield, but a shrewd musket.

Michelangelo's face fell, and he looked at Alexander a little angrily, as if he was angry that such a beautiful picture scroll had been destroyed in this way, but when he saw Alexander raise his hand, he could only continue to look at the Zha who was already holding the barrel of the gun and standing there.

"You're going to ask me to carve a marble statue of Mademoiselle Countess, and if so, I'd advise you to give ......it up," Michelangelo gestured to the musket that looked unpleasant, "a bit of a new idea." ”

When Michelangelo said this, he felt his cheeks tremble, if it weren't for the dozen or so gold coins that had funded him, he would have already scolded out of anger.

"No, I don't need a marble statue," Alexander said, glancing at him, "Of course I'll ask you to create a truly unique piece when I need it, but for now I want you to help me design a pattern." ”

Michelangelo was a little stunned, he looked at Alexander and then at Josa: "A pattern, a pattern?" ”

"A coin," Alexander smiled, "I will design a new gold coin, which will be shaped in a 1:1 ratio of weight and size to that of Florin, but I will require that it be of a beautiful shape, with an inscription that is far better than that of any gold coin in circulation today, and that the pattern be in the image of a coin in the shape of a coin in circulation." ”

Michelangelo looked at Alexander in astonishment, he thought that Alexander might ask him to carve a statue, or a large fresco, maybe a zenith painting, but he never thought it would be a pattern for minting coins.

Visor was also a little surprised, she looked at Alexander in a daze, and at that moment she even thought Alexander was a little crazy.

Who would engrave the image of their sister on a gold coin and let it circulate everywhere?

Josha was about to speak, but Alexander held out a finger to her lips.

"Master, I want this gold coin, in addition to having a sufficient face value, but also a beautiful inscription, so that everyone must see that it is not only comparable to, but even better than, any gold coin of equal value, and even worthy of collection. So it takes your talent and inspiration, and I don't think it's going to be easier than a sculpture, but you can imagine that it's easy to show a beautiful pattern on just two sides of that size? ”

Michelangelo nodded silently, he had to admit that Alexander was right, this seemingly simple pattern, but precisely because there is only a small coin on both sides of the space, this requires him to have an extraordinary vision, and the most reasonable use of the space on both sides of the coin.

"It's not easy," Michelangelo said, with an interested look on his face, "but I'm a true genius, so if you pay me a fair fee, I think I'll soon be able to complete the design of the gold coin as you ask." ”

"That's great."

Alexander smiled and hugged Michelangelo hard, but when he let go of his hand and saw the dirt, Alexander couldn't help frowning slightly.

"In the middle of a job arranged by the Pope," Michelangelo reluctantly explained, "it was a carving in the Basilica of the Virgin Mary, but it didn't go well. ”

"Is it a blind little angel?" Alexander couldn't help but ask, he vaguely remembered that Michelangelo had been busy with various jobs to make money during this time, and he even lived in the church for several months in order to complete a large number of tasks arranged by Alexander VI.

But this was not the time for Michelangelo to really show his extraordinary talent.

In the eyes of many people, although he is already famous, Xiaomi is still just Xiaomi, and if people want to treat him as the real masters who have achieved fame today, it will have to wait until next year.

The year 1498 was the beginning when Michelangelo truly gave the world a taste of his extraordinary talent.

Michelangelo looked at Alexander in amazement, as if surprised at how familiar he was with his work, but this intrigued him, and he immediately began to babble to Alexander about how he had made no progress on the work, and finally pessimistically asserted that he might have lost his inspiration.

"You're just a temporary setback, believe me next year will be your lucky year, and then you will have smooth sailing, success, and the pinnacle of art from now on......"

After irresponsibly portraying a bright future for Millet, Alexander sent him downstairs, and then sent the young master away after repeatedly telling him to be perfect in the design of the gold coins.

Throughout the time, Tiego and his men sat in a corner of the hall and whispered, sometimes arguing, until they saw Alexander walking towards them, and Tiego quickly stood up.

But Alexander did not wait for Tiego to speak, and motioned for the men to follow him out of the antechamber, and after passing through the long corridor, they came to a small hall.

Here, not long ago, another meeting was held.

As a result of that meeting, a place called Rotterdam was born.

"My lord, have you already decided?" Tiego's voice was a little excited, he never dreamed that he would one day discuss such a topic with others.

Or, perhaps, for the vast majority of businessmen, it's a dream.

Alexander didn't answer Tiego's question, but looked at the men with blazing eyes.

"Earl, I must explain beforehand," the men did not seem to be very afraid of the invisible pressure, and one of the elderly men said with a somber expression, "as soon as you decide to mint your own coin, it means that in the event of a run, you must bear the risk that the principal will be shorted, and the Fuggers are not obliged to assist you in the event of a short-term short-term loan, except to give you a suitable loan." At that point, you will have to bear all the consequences yourself. ”

Alexander nodded, and he looked seriously at the man in front of him, a Jew, a representative of the Fugger family in Rome, and Tiego's helper in the Carolingian palace.

"I know exactly what I'm doing," Alexander nodded solemnly, "and now tell me more about how I can make the materials used to mint gold coins more suitable if I mint them myself." ”

Listening to Alexander's words, the Jew on the other side suddenly glanced at the door.

At the doorway, Tsusha, who had changed into her seductive armor, was listening intently to their conversation.

"Forgive me, Lord Earl, for taking the liberty of saying this," said the Jew tentatively, "as far as I know, in order to keep the gold coins delicately designed, it is necessary to mix them with some stronger materials, otherwise the fragility of the gold will quickly wear the pattern into obscurity." ”

Speaking of this, the eyes of the Jews glanced at the Jew again: "And you have always insisted that the newly minted gold coins must have a delicate pattern, I wonder if you insist on this, is it really just to make the gold coins look more beautiful?" ”

Looking at the fierce eyes of the Jews, Alexander was silent for a moment and then smiled.

"New gold coins will be issued with the permission of His Holiness the Pope, and all we have to do is wait for Master Michelangelo to draw for us a pattern that will bring us great wealth."

Alexander's answer lifted the Jews' faces and a smile appeared on their faces for the first time.