A fire once again ignited the hidden desires in the hearts of the Florentines, and they watched the flames roar with anger against heresy, and they rebuked the devil for tempting them down the wrong path, and took the opportunity to blame this "devil" for all the crimes they had committed before.

Alexander did not go to the stake, he did not know if Savonalorola had any impassioned last words in the last moments of his life, or if he was afraid of his imminent death, a name that had become history for him.

The stubbornness of the new Florentine treasurer surprised him a little, so he had to enter Florence himself when he saw Nomerlo's letter.

Walking around the city, Alexandria has a rather magical feeling.

This is his "second" visit to the city, the last time being more than 500 years later.

Looking at the city completely different from the "memory", Alexander secretly sighed about the wonder of life, the water of the Arno River made him sometimes stop because of a slight distraction, looking at the river Alexander suddenly had a thought, if he jumped into the river at this time, would he float up again and return to his original era.

This speculation gave Alexander the urge to give it a try, but he didn't.

He knew not to say that it was almost unlikely, and even if it were, he wouldn't try.

What can you do when you go back to the original world? Do you continue to live like you eat and wait for death?

In this era, he is pushing the world towards a future that no one knows, and in that era he was only an insignificant little person, and in an era when the social structure has been solidified, he is destined to be a small person.

"O devil in my heart."

Alexander muttered to himself, knowing that if the devil in the hearts of the Florentines was repressed destruction and madness, then the devil in his heart was the ambition and desire that had been manifested.

He was reluctant to give up everything in this era, and with the birth of his own child, he felt that there was something equally difficult to give up in this era.

"Let's go."

A slight sigh came from Alexander's mouth, he didn't know if he really gave up a chance to go back to the past, but he knew that from today onwards he really gave up everything he had before.

The Florentine Treasurer Medino was a textile merchant a long time ago, and his family did not have deep roots in Florence, and two generations ago, the Medinos were just a group of inconspicuous people in the textile chamber.

Midino's father was a very discerning man, he knew that he and the Medici family could not be compared, and he did not want to waste all his energy in the process of confronting a behemoth, so he showed enough tame and well-behaved from the beginning, which made Lorenzo de Medici quite satisfied with their family.

It was only later in the assassination of Medici that although the people of the Medino family were not directly involved, they were somewhat implicated, so for many years after that, the Medino family became cautious, and the business was completely dependent on the Medici family.

Surprisingly, when the Medici family was expelled from Florence, the Medino family was not implicated, and it is not known who they went to infiltrate the government of Savonarola.

For such a family that can protect itself at any time, and even fish in troubled waters, many people are secretly vigilant while admiring, and they always feel that those Mitinos are not so simple.

Sure enough, when Savonarola was overthrown, the Midios once again proved to the Florentines what it means to see the wind and what to do, and before many people could understand what was happening, the Midios suddenly generously offered a large sum of money to fund the new government.

You must know that in the previous war of commodity dumping, the Midino family also suffered heavy losses, and at this time, they were able to come up with such a large sum of money, and this kind of trick really made many people have to admire the courage and courage of this family.

Midio's generosity helped the new government, which had only been born for a few days, to overcome the initial difficulties, and they themselves were rewarded with the fact that Medino's Treasurer was now the Treasurer of Florence, and if nothing else, he might soon have the opportunity to become one of the five consuls like Sazi.

Listening to Nomelo tell the story of the legendary family, Alexander had already walked the streets not far from the Midino home.

This is a much cleaner street than the rest of the city, and it can be seen that someone has deliberately kept it clean and hygienic, and if you look closely, you will find that the gutters on the side of the road are actually covered with rattan grates, which makes Alexander a little surprised.

"It's all done at the Midino family's expense," Nomelo explains, "and the family is really different, they are happy to spend money on their neighbours, and they are willing to invest in all kinds of public affairs in Florence." ”

"Well," Alexander whispered a single tone in his nose, and what he saw along the way gave him a new impression of the Midino family, but whether it was good or bad was only known to him.

"Nomelo, do you think Midino will support us?" Alexander stood outside the Midino house and looked at the unassuming mansion.

The house is large but not luxurious, it belongs to the kind of style that fits the identity but is very restrained.

"Unless we can meet his conditions," Nomelo frowned as he looked at the house, which was a very rare thing for him, since his service to Alexander VI, he had rarely failed and never achieved almost nothing as he had on this occasion, "I don't believe he was a man of complete loyalty to Florence, as can be seen from the family's experience." ”

Alexander glanced at Nomelo, the Pope's private secretary, who had a great influence on Alexander VI, but was always very careful to keep his duty, and never showed his identity in front of anyone except to advise Alexander VI.

Whenever Alexander VI appeared, he tried to keep himself out of the limelight, rather than deliberately showing his position at the side of the pope.

Such a person was really a good material for a natural secretary, which even made Alexander a little jealous of how the Borgia family could find such a talent.

But now what he noticed was what Nomelo had to say about Midino.

As Nomelo said, the Midino family could not have been the kind of people who were loyal to Florence, as Normelo had said.

It's just that what exactly they want, that becomes the key.

Midino's second visit to Nomelo was not a surprise, or that he had been waiting for it for a long time.

It was only when he heard that among the people who came to visit was the Count of Montina, the Florentine treasurer's expression couldn't help but froze slightly.

It was impossible for him to ignore the Montina army, which was now stationed on the Kings Hill, and although it was not very numerous, not even 700 men, according to reports from those who had gone to hear the news, Midino was well aware of the threat it posed to Florence.

Today, the Florentine army, in addition to the city guards of a few hundred men, is a group of "enraged people" between the citizens and the soldiers, who, after mastering the weapons, replaced the previously purged popular defenders as another group of armed thugs on the streets of Florence.

Although these people have not done much out of the ordinary except for the rough behavior of the arrest of Savonarola's comrades, many citizens have begun to watch out for them becoming another popular defender.

But now it seemed that the men were of some use, and as Medino ordered the guests to come in, he wondered if it might be a good idea to ask Sazi to incorporate them into the city defenses.

When he met Midino, Alexander quickly put him in the category of a "shrewd businessman", and looking at the shining eyes, he secretly wondered what kind of conditions this man would offer.

As for the fact that Midino did not participate in the trial of Savonarola, Alexander did not find it strange.

Obviously, for a person like Midino, once he loses his use value, then no matter what kind of character he was before, he will become worthless, perhaps in his heart, he was not optimistic about Savonarola from the beginning, otherwise he would not have climbed to the backer of Sazi again in just a few years.

"What I want, Count, is that force is not a good solution to everything."

Midio's surprising frankness intrigued Alexander, and it was clear that many people would try to avoid changing things in the direction of the threat of force at such times, but this man was clear from the start.

Seeing Alexander's somewhat surprised look, Midino shrugged indifferently.

"Isn't that the case, when negotiations fail, they will resort to force, and what cannot be obtained at the negotiating table will often be obtained through war in the end."

Alexander looked at Medino with interest, he didn't expect to meet such an interesting person in Florence this time.

"In order to issue a currency, it was necessary to completely loot the wealth of Florence before, which no one expected, and now that the market in Florence is almost about to collapse, the price of gold is frighteningly high, and many people are about to run out of bread, this is a golden opportunity to invest in a new currency." Mídino seemed to be quite emotional, and his gaze fell on Nomerlo, "I know that this is the purpose of the Pope, you want to control the whole of Florence, maybe others can't understand it, but I can detect it." ”

Nomelo glanced at Alexander next to him, he knew that the issue of currency was Alexander's plan, and the Pope was obviously very happy to let the Vatican have its own coinage, and even said more than once behind his back, "That Cambrai should be grateful for what is in his head, otherwise I would have taken it off." ”

Now seeing that Midino blamed the Pope for the matter, and Alexander did not object, made Nomelo feel a strange feeling in his heart.

Could it be that he did it all for Lucrezia? The thought flashed through Nomerlo's mind, but he didn't have time to think about it now.

"Florence's finances are already in ruins," Nomelo said, looking at Alexander again, and seeing that he really didn't mean to speak, "you should know better than I do about the problems facing the city today, you have overthrown Savonarola, but if you don't do better than him as soon as possible, you may be the next to be overthrown." ”

Listening to the already obvious threat, Midio's expression darkened slightly, and his shrewd eyes roamed back and forth between the faces of the two people opposite, and then returned to Nomerlo's body.

"Florence has a city defense army and, if necessary, enough soldiers, and the Florentines have a proud tradition of resisting aggression."

"But this tradition cannot be compared with the army of the counts outside," Nomelo finally tore off his disguise completely, and the private secretary of the pope did not continue to persuade him, but showed the threat in the most direct way, "If you can resist the attack of Montina's army, then you will definitely be able to resist the Medici family, but now they must have heard what happened in Florence, where do you think those Medici will be, whether it is Venice, Milan or Genoa, or they have already arrived in Rome, Perhaps it won't be long before they get approval from His Majesty the Pope for the restoration of the Florentine inheritance. ”

Mityno's hand on the armrest moved slightly, he seemed to want to stand up but endured, looking at Nomelo in front of him, he seemed to wonder if he should say something, and then he seemed to have made up his mind, leaning forward slightly away from the back of the chair and approaching the two in front of him.

"I don't want to admit it so soon, but there are things that seem like we need to make it clear," Medino's gaze rested on Nomero's face for a moment, before lowering his voice, "as far as I know, there is a man who should be in Genoa now, but as you say, he may have left for Rome by now, and Giovanni de Medici has always taken advantage of every opportunity, and I know from the day I met him that this man is much smarter than everyone else." ”

There was a momentary pause on Nomerlo's face, he really didn't understand what Midino meant at first, but after hearing him say this, Nomerlo's expression became strange.

"Giovanni de Medici?" Alexander also leaned forward, and for a moment the heads of the three men were about to touch together, "Son of Lorenzo de Medici?" ”

"Yes, and his brother, of course," Midino's eyes twent, back and forth between the faces of the two men in front of him, "they should be on their way to Rome by now." ”

"So, you're serving the Medici?" Nomelo looked at the man in front of him with a slightly strange look, and he even began to calculate in his mind how many masters this person had changed.

"I'm just serving the ruler of Florence," Midino looked at Nomelo disapprovingly, "I don't think well of Savonarola, but I don't think of Pazzi, he's too arrogant and their family's reputation isn't good." ”

Nomelo was quite impressed by Midio's words.

The Pazzi family's previous conspiracy against the Medici family was a stain on the family, even if they returned to Florence and held important positions, but with the overthrow of Savonarola, many people who had previously received the favor of the Medici family could not help but remember what the Pazzi family had done in the first place while hoping that the Medici family would return to power.

It's just that this Midio actually got in touch with the Medici family so quickly, which makes Alexander have to admit that there are always so many people who can mix like a fish in water in this turbulent and troubled world.

"Everything I do is for the benefit of the Medici family, so please forgive me for not being able to accept the issuance of the Papal See's currency in Florence," Midino looked at the two in front of him, he did not show a smug look, because he knew that it would cause the other party to resent "But if the Medici family itself agrees, I will not object, after all, I am only serving the real ruler of Florence." ”

Hearing this, both Alexander and Nomelo couldn't help but feel a strange mood in their hearts.

"This man may not be unlucky even when the city of Florence is destroyed."

These were the first words that Nomelo said after leaving the Midino house, and he stopped to look back at the inconspicuous house behind him, and now that he looked at it, it seemed to feel like a behemoth hidden in the shadows.

Alexander smiled slightly, he knew why Nomelo was so emotional, but he knew that if everything went according to the trajectory of history, then it would be at least ten years before Mitino would usher in his so-called "true ruler of Florence".

And in this time, it was enough for him to do a lot.

No one knew that Alexander had entered the city of Florence, and although Montina's army on the King's Hill was disturbing, there was little fear of a possible war because that army had not moved and the papal emissary was still in the city.

What really touched the Florentine spirit was always the trial of Savonarola.

When the stake was finally announced, Sazi was nervous, he didn't know what was going to happen next, so he secretly sent someone to mobilize all the "enraged" near the square, and at the same time ordered someone to prepare a carriage for himself behind the stands.

He was ready to be burned at the stake and if it caused a riot, he would not hesitate to order a suppression, and if the situation was uncontrollable, he would immediately get into a carriage and flee out of the city to ask for help from Montina's army.

But things weren't as bad as he had imagined, and when the verdict was finally announced, the square was filled with unexpected cheers instead of protests and angry shouts.

The fire burned, and with a faint scream of terrible screams, the man who had once enveloped the hearts of all Florentines struggled in the flames, howled, and finally reduced to ashes.

Looking at the extinguishing flames, Sazi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Throughout, the judges did not give Savonarola a chance to defend himself, or even give him any opportunity to speak out.

The guilt was read out and burned at the stake, which was the sole purpose of this trial.

Assemo watched the scene all the time, and when the flames rose, he quietly left the stands and went to the back, taking advantage of the frantic clamor of everyone around him.

First he took a deep breath, then Mahimo hugged his head and let out a muffled growl.

He didn't know what had happened to him, but watching the man disappear into the flames, he suddenly felt as if something deep inside had been burned and destroyed along with it.

"What's wrong with me, he had people beat me in the past, I should be happy when he died, yes, I should be happy."

Massimo kept babbling as he walked back and forth, but when he stopped, he looked up and listened to the tidal shouts in the square, and he let out an uncontrollable roar again!

The fire was extinguished, and the ashes scattered.

Savonarola, one of the most stubborn and recently insane men of its time, vanished with the extinguished flame.

When Alexander returned to camp on King's Hill, he saw Ofleiil standing on the hillside in front of the camp looking down the mountain.

Seeing Alexander, Ofleiyi immediately greeted him.

"My lord, there's a letter from Pisa."

Alflei's words made Alexander's heart skip a beat, and he immediately took the letter and hurriedly opened it.

Then Oflair noticed that Alexander's face was gradually showing a slightly strange expression.

Alexander silently put the letter away, then turned and looked at Florence down the hill with an indescribable look.

Just as Ofleiyi was wondering what was in the letter, Alexander had already spoken.

"News from the Chamber of Commerce in Pisa, Giovanni de Medici just arrived yesterday and just arrived in Pisa."