Carlo's execution, in which Alexander did not participate.

He heard the real drums outside, and faintly heard the priest's prayers, but he remained in the room.

For Carlo, Alexander's helplessness was heavier than regret.

He knew exactly what Carlo was thinking about, and that's what he had been thinking about.

The soldiers who had followed him from Agri were the basis of Montina's army today, and these veterans were proud to be the newest army of the lord of the lord, and when they mentioned Alexander, they did not call him Lord Count, but only Lord Lord, which was very different from the other soldiers.

In the eyes of the Agri, they should be considered Alexander's "private soldiers".

But perhaps because of this, the Agri were also xenophobic, and they looked down on any new recruits who joined later, even the newly recruited Agri townspeople were only slightly better than the soldiers in Pisa or elsewhere.

Alexander had already discovered this situation, and he didn't care about it, after all, it was not a big deal to have different factions in an army, and this kind of competition between armies gathered at different times and places could sometimes stimulate the fighting spirit of the army.

But Carlo's actions made Alexander unforgivable, as Carlo himself said, could not be forgiven.

Selfishness can make a person impulsive, but it can also make a person crazy, maybe in many cases selfishness does not cause any great harm, but when the harm does appear, the only thing that can be remedied is to pay the price.

Carlo wants to pay with his life for his actions, and this is not something that anyone can stop, not even Alexander.

The door was gently pushed open, and Ofleiil appeared in the doorway, and the young marching captain had a somewhat unsightly face, and nodded silently when he saw the look of Ulliu, who was standing beside Alexander, at him.

Ulliu had arrived directly from Pisa, and at this time Alexander was carefully looking at another letter from Lucrezia that he had brought from Pisa.

"My lord, Carlo told me that he wanted you to take care of his family in Agri."

Alexander put down the letter and nodded silently at Oflair, which he had promised Carlo before, so he knew that Carlo should have something else to say.

"He wants you to forgive him for what he did, and that he will be remembered by his family in the name of his death in battle."

"He's cleared all his sins with his own death, so he deserves the credit that deserves to be his own," Alexander whispered, looking into Oflair's face, "Tell me if you don't think I should have done this." ”

The muscles on Oflaiyi's face moved slightly, he thought for a moment and then shook his head: "I don't know, my lord, there may be other ways, but this is the only most suitable result. ”

"That's right, the only one that's most suitable," Alexander stood up and motioned to Ofleiyi to follow him out of the house, it was a little cold outside, but the weather was clear, and when he looked up, he couldn't see a single cloud, "We must be responsible to all the soldiers, which means that apart from their pay and food, we must ensure that the death of each of them is worth it, which is why Carlo must pay for his actions, because he provoked a battle that should not have been started by him." ”

Ofleigh's eyebrows furrowed, and he picked up the intriguing meaning of Alexander's words.

If he shouldn't be the one to provoke, then whom?

Or is there nothing wrong with this fight, it's just that Carlo's actions can't be forgiven?

Ofrey pondered in his heart, and he vaguely sensed that the Count seemed to be undergoing some kind of change with Carlo's death.

It was a feeling that felt a little strange to him.

Nomelo arrived quickly, and at noon he hurried back to Livorno in a carriage that seemed to fall apart at any moment.

When the carriage wobbled to a stop in the potholed clearing in front of the Liwo village office, Nomelo looked a little embarrassed when he got out of the car.

The news he heard on the way was a surprise to Nomerlo, but when he saw the Papal army on the way, Nomelo was even more shocked and almost speechless.

An army of 3,000 people passed by him like a crowd of fleeing refugees, many wounded, and many more who looked as if they had just been ransacked.

Nomelo immediately ordered the army to be reorganized, but to his dismay, the mercenary officers did not obey his orders.

Perhaps knowing that the Pope would not forgive them for their defeat, the mercenary officers refused Nomelo's request to organize the troops to return to Livorno, and after some discussion they told Nomelo in a very regretful tone that they had done their best, and that according to the contract, they refused to obey the orders of any unrelated person unless Caesar, as commander, personally ordered them to do so.

Nomelo wasted no more words, he was in dire need of knowing Caesar's safety, so he found a carriage and, after paying a good payment, drove almost overnight to Livorno.

On the way, Nomelo thought of many possibilities, the worst of which was that Caesar might meet with accidents, which made Nomelo worry all night, and even refused to be a coachman who wanted to rest in the middle of the night.

It's just that it was too dangerous to travel too fast in the middle of the night, so after a long night of slow suffering, I finally arrived at Livorno at noon the next day.

"I want to see Caesar!"

These were the first things Nomelo said when he saw Oflei, but he was brought before Alexander, and not only not out of kindness, but before entering the house, Ofleiil whispered to him: "My lord is in a bad mood. ”

Nomelo was a little strange, he didn't know what to worry about a man who had won or even captured the opposing commander, until he met Alexander.

"My cavalry captain has just been executed." Alexander's tone was calm, and he didn't seem to hear much emotion, but Nomelo felt something oppressive from the calm.

Nomelo quickly recalled, immediately remembered who Alexander said about the captain of the cavalry, and while surprised that Alexander would actually execute one of his close generals, he also realized that the next thing might be even more tricky.

Sure enough, Alexander then said in an unquestioning tone: "I don't want to continue to dwell on the negotiations for Caesar's release, but now listen carefully, there are only three things you need to know." Alexander waved his hand vigorously to stop Nomelo, who was about to speak: "First, I demand payment for all the damages caused to me by this battle, second, I will leave Caesar until the reparations are completed, and third, I will return to Rome with you to personally report to His Majesty the Pope what happened in Livorno." ”

Nomelo looked at Alexander in surprise, if he had already thought of the first condition, then he had actually prepared for the second condition, after all, Caesar could only be free if he received compensation and ransom.

Although this may have damaged Caesar's dignity somewhat, the newly erected crosses in the open field outside Livorno speak for themselves.

But Alexander actually decided to go to Rome at this time to present himself to the Pope, which surprised Nomerlo.

At this point, however, Nomelo was clever enough not to make any rebuttals, and vaguely felt a hint of joy.

Whatever the reason for Alexander's decision to make such an outrageous decision, perhaps even in the eyes of most people was extremely stupid, at least Caesar's safety was guaranteed for the rest of the time.

It's just that to Nomelo's surprise, Caesar seems to be in a bit of a hurry.

Upon meeting the secretary, he immediately told Nomelo to help him get free as soon as possible, and he asked Nomelo to bring him a message to Alexander VI on his behalf.

"Dismissal all those mercenaries, I would like to see a new army when I return to Rome," Caesar said to Nomelo with great interest, "I think this defeat may be a good thing for me, at least I think I already know how to train a truly qualified army." ”

Pelotto Caderon had already made preparations, so when Nomelo arrived, he was very clever enough to prepare some things for his master, and according to his guess, the time to leave Caesar should not be too short.

Despite his anxiety, Caesar calmly watched as he and the others saw Alexander off.

What Caesar didn't expect was that as soon as Alexander left, he was told to be sent somewhere else.

This time Caesar did not raise any objections, he had already guessed that Alexander could not hold him in Livorno for a long time, after all, this is a papal diocese, and it is inevitable that he will be able to take advantage of it for a long time.

Caesar wondered how he could convince Lucrezia when he met her, and he believed that, with his knowledge of Lucrezia's character, he was sure that it would not take much effort to convince his impulsive and always wavering sister.

Perhaps, this is a rare opportunity, Caesar thought, that Cambrai can use Lucrezia to seize Pisa, can't he be her own brother and herself?

Caesar secretly thought that Alexander had made a huge mistake this time, which not only gave him the opportunity to turn defeat into victory, but even took the opportunity to completely defeat the enemy who had already given him too much humiliation.

Caesar was secretly happy in his heart, and even relaxed when he was sent to the ship.

This ease and joy was not until long after the boat had sailed, when he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"Where are we going?" Caesar asked, stunned.

"We're going to Naples," replied one of the crew members enthusiastically, "rest assured, we are familiar with this road, so you don't have to worry about any trouble." ”

"Naples, why not Pisa?" Caesar was taken aback, "I think you must have gone wrong, Gombray is going to send me to Pisa." ”

"I'm sorry sir, but we only got orders to go to Naples." The crew shrugged, then turned to leave.

"We're going to Naples?" Caesar was stunned and asked Ulliu, who had escorted him, and he had some impression of this Moorish man, knowing that he was Alexander's confidant, "Tell me why I went to Naples?" ”

"I'm sorry sir, I don't know, I just arrived in Livorno yesterday," Uliu pursed his thick lips as if a little aggrieved, "I was ready to serve the lord to Rome together, but last night the lord suddenly ordered me to serve you to Naples." ”

Listening to Ulliu's chatter, Caesar opened his mouth in astonishment, he didn't know what had gone wrong, but at least he knew that his previous plans had come to naught.

It soon occurred to Caesar that Alexander had sent him to Naples not just for fear that he might do something in his absence.

Modillo, Count of Naples, was Alexander's uncle.

Thinking of this, Caesar realized that Alexander had really taken him hostage.

October is a fruitful season, and even in turbulent times, the joy of a good harvest can always dilute the anxiety caused by the current situation.

As long as you are not the kind of person who seems to be vicious, people will show kindness to you, and if you are lucky, you may even meet a young man who hands you a freshly picked apple or a tanned but healthy village girl on the way.

Alexander seemed to be in a much better mood than when he came out, so when he saw a village girl stuffing a bunch of grapes to Paul Busako during the break, he smiled knowingly.

Nomelo was in a hurry, he wanted to return to Rome as soon as possible, and he hoped to set Caesar free as soon as possible, no matter what happened next.

As for why Alexander went to Rome at this time, he no longer cared.

The ease of access from Livorno to Rome, thanks to the vast system of roads left over from the early Roman era, led Alexander to wonder how much the Church, which controlled the beliefs and ideas of the entire Western world, had done to keep people in awe in the millennium since the destruction of Roman civilization.

The so-called dark Middle Ages, even in this long era, there were some stars that can be remembered by future generations, but after all, the world has stood still for such a long time.

Then, it was in this era, on this land, that a bright light appeared that completely changed all this.

Michelangelo, Machiavelli, Bramont, Ficher, and perhaps many more in the future, who are either already famous now or will be famous in the future, appeared before him, while others, such as Alexander VI and Roveret the Elder, appeared before him, either foe or friend.

"It's the best of times," Alexander said to Nomelo, who was sitting next to him munching on bread, but when he saw a few mercenaries walking by in the distance with weapons on their shoulders, he couldn't help but add, "It's also the worst of times." ”

Nomelo followed Alexander's gaze, looking at the backs of the mercenaries who had been looking at them from a distance for a while and then quickly dodged, he touched the thick short beard under his chin and asked casually: "So what do you want to do in such an era?" ”

"I'm going to adapt myself to this era," Alexander said as he stood up and walked towards Pagassos, but Nomelo apparently didn't hear the rest of his words, "or adapt to this era." ”

News of the Battle of Livorno reached Rome two days before Alexander's arrival.

Then, on the 30th, coincidentally the last Sunday of October, the Vatican held a Mass of worship.

According to the statutes of the canons of the priests established in the early years, Alexander VI was required to appoint a cardinal to perform liturgy mass in his place in the cathedral, a task that was traditionally carried out by the most junior of seniority.

So for the first time, in his capacity as a cardinal of the Vatican, the elder Rovere presided over this liturgical Mass in the basilica.

Many people noticed that the former Queen of Naples, Joanna and Josa, also attended this rather grand Mass, and when the two of them appeared among the noble ladies, they could hear the faint sound of gasping all around.

"You're famous now," Joanna looked at Josa intently, she didn't really like this Miss Cosenza very much, I can't say why, maybe because of her unusual youth and beauty, or because of the freedom and ease that she secretly envied, in short, Joanna knew that she was actually jealous of Josa, "But don't you think that your brother has made your situation very bad, and our outside the Marino Palace is now about to become a barracks." ”

The news of the Battle of Livorno brought about a sharp increase in the number of people watching outside the Marino Palace.

There has been speculation that the Pope feared that Alexander might take the plunge and send someone to Rome to rescue his sister, although this idea seems unrealistic, but considering that he even did something like taking Lucrezia from Caesar and then sending troops to blockade the Angel Castle, it seems not impossible to send people to Rome to rescue his relatives.

So in this way, as Joanna said, the outside of Marino Palace is about to become a barracks.

There was a slight commotion in the crowd in front of them, and several young women in gorgeous clothes walked slowly, and among them, a young woman dressed casually was the most conspicuous.

"Your brother's fiancée is here." Joanna smiled meaningfully.

Barentia della Rovere is also a celebrity in Rome today, but she is famous for somewhat embarrassing reasons.

Barondi, who walked among the sisters, bowed slightly to Joanna before hugging Josa.

"I should congratulate you," said Jossa in a whisper, in Barentia's ear, "and Legrigo Borgia used to have a Mass here in the first place. ”

Hearing this obvious hint, Barendi was a little surprised, of course she knew that her father's ambition was to become pope one day, and the entire Rovelle family was willing to pay the price for supporting him, but she didn't expect Jisha to be so clear.

Or was it Alexander told her? Barondi pondered in her heart.

"My brother is fighting for us, and we should pray for his blessings, shouldn't we?" Zha looked at Barondi.

"He's fighting, but not necessarily for me."

Barendi felt the strange gaze from all around, and although she didn't want to show any dissatisfaction, she couldn't help but say something negative that made her feel a little strange as well.

Feeling that being a "sister" has an obligation to excuse her "brother", Jisha opened her mouth, but before she could speak, a voice suddenly came from the side: "No matter who is fighting for, I think Count Montina is a selfish person. ”

This unexpected voice startled both women, and they turned back to see a young and handsome young nobleman.

Beside him, Xia Sang looked at Ji Sha coldly, with undisguised hatred in his eyes.

This is a very beautiful young man, and even in a place like Rome, this young man's excellent appearance is so attractive, that when he speaks, everyone around him cannot help but look at him with the eyes of a good show.

Alfonso, Duke of Billyselli, people recognized this figure who is now also "famous" in Rome, but seeing these three people standing together, many people couldn't help but show an interesting look.

"Duke, if you are going to challenge my brother, then you are obviously in the wrong place," said Jossa with a nonchalant face, "you should go to Livorno and find him instead of slandering him here." ”

Alfonso's young and beautiful face darkened slightly, but he didn't show anger, but looked at the two women in front of him.

"I don't mean to slander him when I say that he is selfish, he has no regard for your safety for his own selfish desires, and if it weren't for the mercy of His Majesty the Pope, Mademoiselle Countess, you should be locked up in prison instead of living in your Marino Palace, and where is that Cambrai now, and does he dare to stand here and appear to protect you?"

Alfonso's words made the two women in front of her look stunned, Barendi's lips opened slightly without opening, and Zhensha narrowed her eyes slightly.

"That Gombray, he doesn't dare!"

Alfonso shouted to everyone around him.

"Who said that?"

Suddenly, a voice came, and everyone heard it.

A figure appeared behind the crowd.

On October 30, Alexander appeared at the Vatican Basilica!