By the time Alexander walked up the village halfway up Mount Dievo, a massacre that could not be called a battle had ended.

Even in winter, there was still a strong smell of blood in the streets, especially near the church and the old well, where a row of crooked corpses fell in a very strange way in a half-fan shape, and the carriage was faintly surrounded in the middle of this fan, which showed that the target of these people was the people in the car.

It's just that they didn't expect that what was waiting for them would be an organ gun that had been modified again.

The organ gun that Jossa had used in the Balkans had dealt a fatal blow to the fugitive descendants of the Hussite who had tried to rob her convoy, and the way in which it fired simultaneously with an unusually dense fire in one direction or even just one target was at some times even more damaging than the Agri musketeers.

Alexander, on the other hand, borrowed Leonardo da Vinci to re-improve the organ gun.

The new organ gun did away with the pointless butt or even the handguard at the lower end, the barrel was held firmly in place by seven rows of holes in the box rack plate, and behind the gun carriage was a charge pool designed by Leonardo da Vinci consisting of four pulleys that could be flipped over and over again, which could be ignited by striking from behind.

The result of this design was that each group of soldiers operating the organ gun simply filled the loading slot with primer, flipped the pulley, and quickly connected the moving powder pool to the barrel to fire quickly, and then re-rotated the pulley to reload.

The speed of such a shot is terrifying, and anyone who tries to face such a weapon, whether in a street fight or in the field, must not only have enough courage, but also enough luck, because almost no one can survive such a dense fire.

The new organ gun can be said to be the scythe of death in this era, and the only thing that restricts it is the time it takes to reload the ammunition.

But even so, in the face of such a weapon, there are not many enemies who have a chance to rush in front of it.

Alexander walked forward on the bloodstained ground, his boot splattered with a patch of blood, and every now and then he made a slight noise from stepping into the dried blood that had not yet been completely frozen.

The captive attackers had gathered in the open space next to the well, and these people looked at Alexander with trepidation, who was a devil in their eyes, especially with such a terrible weapon, which made them feel even more terrifying.

"Lord Count, I am an officer in the Papal army~" A captive suddenly shouted in the crowd, he was lucky not to be injured, but he looked very embarrassed, most of his face was covered by mud, and he couldn't see his appearance, and a pair of eyes stared at Alexander uneasily, "I ask for your permission to explain my identity to you!" ”

Alexander raised his hand slightly to stop the hunters who were about to smash the butt of his rifle at this man, he walked over and looked at the captive, then at the others behind him who were also staring at him and asked, "Are you all the Pope's army?" ”

"Yes, my lord, we are at the behest of His Majesty the Pope, Caesar Borgia, Duke of Valentino."

The officer replied loudly, and then he was about to say something, but Alexander raised his hand to stop him.

"I don't know what you're talking about, you are a bunch of murderers and bandits, so you don't have any rights in front of me." As he spoke, Alexander turned and walked towards another carriage that had taken him up the mountain.

As he got into the car and closed the door, he heard the clamor of the captives outside in panic.

The carriage moved forward, and as it was about to leave the village, a burst of gunfire rang out over the village.

Old Rovere sat quietly in his chair, his left hand unconsciously patting lightly on his leg, and his right hand twisting the gray beard on his chest.

Old Rovie is 57 years old today, which is undoubtedly a long life for people in this era, and the reality that even the powerful cannot grasp the life span makes many people become less enterprising at this age.

This was clearly not the case with the elder Roverley, who longed for power, especially to become pope, and was not shy about confessing his desire for the papal throne, both in private and in many public occasions.

However, he now had a very strong opponent, Alexander VI.

Although any new pope would not succeed to the throne until after the death of his predecessor, the elder Rovere had reason to believe that Alexander VI might have made arrangements before his death to ensure that he would not be allowed to ascend to the papal throne as he wished.

For this, the old Rovie is not surprised, the grievances between the two families over the years have turned them into real mortal enemies, even if sometimes forced by the situation to suspend the conflict and even cooperate, but the grudge between the two families and the conflict of interest formed over the years are destined to make it impossible for them to live in peace.

Especially after today's experience, old Rovie believes that their previous grudge must be even deeper.

When the squire came in and reported that the Count of Montina had arrived, old Rovere was just a little sleepy, and he felt that he might be a little old, and that he was tired from a little exertion, and that he must prepare for the future of himself and his family, for no one knows when he will go to heaven.

Seeing Alexander walk in, old Rovere greeted him silently and motioned for him to be opposite.

Looking at Alexander, who had a hint of chill on his body, the cardinal paused before asking, "Everything is settled?" ”

"Yes," Alexander nodded slightly, "and what about Konstantin?" ”

"He," said old Roverley, looking back, "to do what he had to do. ”

Alexander nodded wordlessly, this was an agreement between him and old Rovere, and in exchange for the Roverley family choosing to side with him in this "bandit attack" incident.

"So, what are you going to do next?"

Looking at Old Roverley's seemingly interested demeanor, Alexander thought for a moment, and then smiled at the old man: "I think it's time for me to take a break." ”

When Caesar appeared in the corridor of the Sistine Chapel with his whole body covered, all the people who passed by could not help but look at him in amazement, and when they saw the armor and sword that he did not wear easily, people immediately realized what might have happened, and the team of heavily armed guards behind him confirmed this conjecture, and the atmosphere in the Sistine Chapel instantly became tense for a while.

The Sistines Chapel is actually not very large, and the corridor on the side of the main hall leads directly to the Pope's usual office room, where successive generations of popes have spent their working hours since Sistine IV built the church.

Alexander VI was no exception, but this was why he strongly advocated the construction of Peter's Basilica, as he did not want to work in a church built by the Pope of the enemy family all the time.

Just as old Rovere had a deep-seated enmity toward the Borgias, Alexander VI had an equally unquenchable hatred for the Roveres.

But the pope today is clearly on his mind, since the morning he has shut himself up in his room and has not seen anyone, and the emissaries who have come from afar to meet the pope have to wait endlessly in the corridors where the cold wind blows, and the reply they receive is always "Your Majesty sees no one now."

It was noted that even the Pope's private secretary, Nomerlo, did not appear, giving a vague feeling as if something had happened.

Caesar's appearance quickly proved this suspicion, and people were secretly surprised to see Caesar entering the church with his guards.

Caesar was pleased with the unsettling atmosphere that had been suppressed for too long, anxious for the humiliation that had preceded it.

Nomelo did not know when he appeared outside the Pope's room, looking at Caesar who was walking from afar, he clasped his hands in front of him and watched without saying a word until Caesar came to him.

"Let me guess," Nomelo pointed to Caesar, "and you're here to tell the news." ”

"We're here to report the good news," a hint of excitement crossed Caesar's face, "and we made it to Nomerlo." ”

The secretary looked at Caesar calmly and did not say anything until he asked "What's wrong" in some surprise, and then moved away slightly.

As Caesar passed, Nomelo looked at him, then turned his head to look down the hallway in front of him again.

Caesar excitedly pushed open the door and walked in, and when he saw Alexander VI sitting in a chair looking at the door, he smiled unconcealably.

Whether as the illegitimate son of the Archbishop of Valencia or the Roman prince who was later publicly recognized by the Pope, Caesar's life has actually been very smooth so far, even if he has encountered some troubles slightly, but these are never major setbacks, and even when he was captured by Alexander in Livorno and imprisoned on the island of Naples, he was not really disappointed and discouraged, because he knew that he would always be free.

And now he felt that Alexander had paid the price for the insult he had inflicted on him in Livorno.

Caesar didn't want to wait for the news of Alexander's death to come before his father reported it, he wanted to get everything done before then, so that when the news came to be real, he could get what he needed directly from his father, who had been forced to compromise.

The most important thing is that he can't wait, he thinks that as soon as the news of Alexander's death comes, he will rush to Pisa and take Lucrezia back to Rome.

"Father, there are things I think you need to know," Caesar said to the Pope who was looking at him, "and it is important. ”

Alexander VI looked at Caesar for a moment of silence and then nodded, and he motioned for a servant who was waiting beside him to leave.

Hearing the sound of the door closing behind him, Caesar immediately took a few steps forward and said hurriedly, "I did it father, and the man is dead." ”

Caesar's eyes sparkled, and his voice trembled slightly because he was too excited.

"What are you talking about," Alexander VI looked a little tired and lonely in his tone, and he looked at Caesar with a complicated look in his eyes, and an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes, "Are you showing me your victory?" ”

"Father, I really did it, we don't need to worry about that Gombray anymore, we can even accept his domain, Lucrezia can be the Duchess of Florence and Pisa, and I can rule Romagna."

"Maybe you also want to say that you promised the Rovie family that they could take Tuscany, right?"

Alexander VI asked slowly, seeing Caesar's face slowly showing confusion, the Pope shook his head helplessly: "I said I didn't want you to offend Alexander, not only because he is your nephew's father, but also because he is invincible to you, but you refuse to listen to me, you are too deep Caesar, completely forgetting my warning to you." ”

Alexander VI was a little out of breath because of the excitement, he took a sip of the wine glass on the table, and then poured his own glass to the brim, because his hands were shaking, and the wine overflowed down the table to the floor, making a "bang" sound.

Caesar looked at his father in a daze, and suddenly the muscles on his face suddenly trembled, and then asked a little hurriedly: "Father, do you know anything, what did Gombray do, tell me what happened?" ”

Caesar's voice grew louder and louder, and then he became impatient, and he rushed to Alexander VI in a few steps and stared at the Pope, whose hand holding the wine glass was trembling more and more: "And what father have you been?" ”

"What did I do?" Alexander VI looked at Caesar with complicated eyes, "Juan is dead, he is my eldest son, I expect a lot from him, but he left me so early, and then Giovanni, his death made me almost crazy, so I can't lose you anymore, I must protect you my son, so whatever I do is to save your life." ”

Caesar looked at Alexander VI with a pale face, he seemed to have guessed something, but he didn't want to admit it, and after a while he said with trembling lips: "Gombray, is it right that Gombray made you do this, he didn't get the trick, right, he's still alive?" ”

"I have advised you, but you have been blinded by jealousy and hatred," the Pope sat down wearily and looked at the glass on the table in front of him, "why don't you listen to me, is it because of jealousy, or is it that my past favor for you makes you feel that you can do whatever you want, and that no one can stop you?" ”

The corners of Caesar's mouth trembled slightly, and he slowly sat down and stared at Alexander VI's face: "You betrayed me Father, tell me if that's the case?" ”

"Everything I do is to protect you," Alexander VI met Caesar's eyes that almost breathed fire, "you can't imagine who you are fighting against, maybe you think it's just Gombray alone, but in fact your enemy is the whole of Rome." ”

Speaking of this, the Pope leaned back and leaned back in his chair to look at Caesar, whose face was full of disbelief: "You should be glad that many of the accomplices you have found are members of our family, at least they will not betray you cleanly, but Rovier, do you think that because they hate Alexander as much as you do, they will become accomplices in your conspiracy?" ”

Caesar's face twitched again, and he forced himself to calm down, not knowing if there was an ambush outside the door that might rush in at any moment.

"What did he promise you to betray his son?" Caesar still had the feeling that everything in front of him was so unreal that he shook his head vigorously before turning his desperate eyes to Alexander VI: "Whatever he promised, do you think it's worth it?" ”

The Pope was not angry because Caesar became unreasonable because of his anger, his originally somewhat ugly face seemed to be a little better than before, and he picked up the wine glass on the table, and the Pope looked at Caesar's eyes and gradually became indifferent: "Listen to Caesar, I have paid enough to save you, and these costs are enough for me to be the pope again, so you must do what I arranged." You must leave Rome for a while, this is not exile but to protect you, so I hope you will at least listen calmly to me, you will be imprisoned on an island for a while, but believe me that soon you will be free, and I will send someone to take care of you in this time, it will not be long, but you must promise me that I will not do anything that may anger others. ”

Caesar's body trembled slightly, he didn't seem to understand the accident, he looked back at the door behind him, and stretched out his finger.

Seeing Alexander VI nodding silently, Caesar's breathing gradually became rapid.

"Tell me why, what is the reason for all this?" Caesar clung to the only straw that was about to sink and asked, "Maybe I can reverse all this if I know why, father, have you forgotten, Cambrai once saved himself in this situation, and I believe I can do it too." ”

Alexander VI looked speechlessly at Caesar, who was trying to get out of the predicament in front of him, he did not say anything more, but picked up a copper bell on the table and shook it a few times.

The sound of the door opening came from behind Caesar, who turned to see Nomelo coming with the guards.

"You have a share, too?" Caesar asked angrily.

Facing the angry Caesar, Nomelo just spread his hands, but when he saw the strange look in Caesar's eyes, Nomelo made a slight gesture behind him.

"It's not wise, trust me you're not going to embarrass us all so much." Nomelo said as he walked forward, and behind him several guards with tall shields scattered on either side, surrounding Caesar.

Caesar's hand gripped the hilt of the sword, and his gaze even swept over Alexander VI not far behind him, but finally he let out a helpless sigh and let go of the hand holding the sword, and then he took the blade of the sword and pulled the saber out of its sheath, and handed the hilt to Nomerlo's eyes.

Nomelo took the sword, carefully put it away, and looked at Alexander VI.

"My son, you don't have to be discouraged by this failure," only then did Alexander VI speak, and the Pope walked up to Caesar and stretched out his hands to hold his face tightly and looked into his son's eyes, "Your failure is not because of your ambition, but because you are trying to make everyone on his side, so think about it calmly, maybe this lesson will be a good thing for you, because it can make you understand how a monarch should use it instead of blindly rebelling against everything he faces." ”

With that, the Pope kissed Caesar lightly on the cheek, and then waved his hand to Nomerlo, who was standing aside.

Caesar was escorted by the guards to the door, and when he reached the door he stopped, turned around, and asked, "Tell my father, what did you promise Rovile?" We all know they won't let me survive if possible, tell me! ”

Alexander VI looked at Caesar, who was full of unwillingness, and groaned slightly, and then said: "Forlì, I promised the Roverley family that they could get Forlì." ”

Caesar's face was stunned, and he looked at Alexander VI for a pause, then let out a meaningless chuckle, and then turned and walked out the door.

On the afternoon of January 28, 1500, Caesar was escorted onto a ship docked at the pier of the port of Fiumicino, not far from the city of Rome.

According to the agreement between the Pope and Alexander, he was to be sent to an island far from Rome and imprisoned indefinitely until both parties agreed that he could be released.

The destination of the ship was the island of Elba, located in the Tirenian Sea.