Since ancient times, there have been all kinds of people, some of whom are born wealthy, who rely on the rights they were born with that others cannot have in their lifetime to enjoy life, and eventually end their lives in extreme luxury.

Some are born with a miserable fate, and their life's poverty and embarrassment and family misfortune and desolation will make people feel unspeakably hopeless, and even at the last moment of their lives, they may be played by fate.

But there is another kind of people, they are naturally optimistic, no matter what seems to be insignificant in their eyes, it is almost impossible to make them worry, maybe it is their optimism that impresses the people around them, this kind of people are often very lucky, and can always get benefits from others when they need help.

Massimo was such a man, he always had a nervous laugh all the way from Naples to Rome, and he laughed better and better, until one day he was blocked in a room on the second floor of a hotel.

Massimo pressed his back against the bed, the other side of the bed against the door.

Next to him, a woman as nearly naked as he was fighting hard on the bed with him, and the door seemed to be smashed at any moment, and then a giant would break in.

"My husband knows, he knows, he's going to kill us!"

The woman kept screaming hysterically in Mahimo's ear.

"I know he's killed 2 people, they're all my suitors, and he's going to kill his nephew because he suspects us of adultery!"

Asseimo was a little skeptical that he had fallen into a trap, although he remembered being chased by fathers, husbands, brothers, and even sons more than once for discussing life with married women, it was still rare to see someone as excited as the one outside.

"Didn't you say that your husband went to war, why did he come back again?!" Massimo pressed against the door with all his might, he could not forget the time he had seen her husband's astonishingly large man, and the monk believed that he would never be able to stop it.

"I don't know, I don't know anything!"

The woman screamed in panic, and she even put down her work and sat on the ground and cried.

Massimo immediately felt the pressure from outside the door, and just as he was shouting for the woman to come and help top the door, there was a loud noise, and there was a sudden silence outside the door!

Massimo looked in panic as he had been knocked open to the door of a cracked room, and he noticed that there seemed to be a figure shaking outside the door, followed by a rush of footsteps.

There seemed to be more and more people outside, and the figure shining through the crack in the door flickered bigger and bigger, and finally it seemed that someone was standing in the doorway, covering up the light in the hallway.

"In the name of Lord Earl, open the door monk!"

A familiar voice shook Massimo's heart, and he immediately cried out in ecstasy.

He jumped up and hugged the woman next to him and kissed him, shouting "God forbid" and "The Count is such a good man" as nonsense.

The woman was a little uneasy, and she struggled to break free from Mashimo's arms, first listening to the outside, and then anxiously pushing the bed.

"How is my husband, I want to see him."

"Don't worry, ma'am, Paul Busako is not easy to mess with, he can even kill a wild boar in one fell swoop."

Massimo comforted the woman proudly, but unexpectedly, when she heard his words, the woman's face suddenly turned pale, and she yelled even more hysterically, and even scratched at Massimo.

"He's dead, my husband was killed, I'm going to kill you!"

"Mad woman," Massimo cried out in exasperation, and as he dodged and squeezed the bed in front of the door, the monk immediately cried out, "For God's sake, come and help me, this woman is mad, she's going to kill me!" ”

"Duchess, your husband is fine, he's fine."

Paul Busako said helplessly to the crying woman, and then he quickly turned sideways, allowing the naked woman to rush past him and pounce on the stout fellow who had been pushed to the ground by a few hunters and couldn't stop struggling.

"Woman." Massimo shrugged his shoulders at Busako in a somewhat helpless tone, but seeing Busako's expressionless look up and down his face, the monk stooped down to pick up the clothes that had fallen on the floor, and then closed the door from the inside.

"My lord wants to see you." Busako shouted at the door.

"I'll come now." Assemo shouted at him, and with another sound of confusion came from inside, the door opened slightly, revealing one of Massimo's heads, and after making sure that it was okay outside, he opened the door wider.

Then Busako was stunned to see another disheveled woman emerge from Massimo, and she ran to the other side of the corridor with her head bowed against the wall, ignoring the duchess who was holding her husband like a child.

Busako looked at the woman who had walked away and pointed, then looked back at Massimo with a stunned look on his face.

"You know, it's my job to preach the gospel of God, and there are followers who are so religious and passionate that they don't care if they are taught alone or together."

Listening to Massimo's unashamed words, Busako seemed to be about to say something, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

"My lord wants to see you." Busako repeated.

"I'm ready." A flash of excitement flashed across Massimo's face.

Servants came and went in Marino's Palace, preparing for the long journey of Josa.

Now that the decision had been made to leave Rome, Alexander decided that it would be best to leave as soon as possible.

Letting Jessa go before Borgia and his son could come up with any other ghost ideas that might be in danger was something Alexander had decided earlier, but it had to be brought forward because of Caesar's unexpected escape.

Josa's trip to Rome was arguably of unintended benefit, and Alexander even admitted that if he had done all this, it might not have been better than Josa's.

"I will never forget what you have done for me," said Alexander, whispering in his ear as he put his arms around his beloved sister while he was alone with him, "you brought me Tiego, and you have found me so many people in Rome who can help me, and when I confronted Kai in Livorno, you made the Romans understand how important I am to them, otherwise I would not have been able to concede to the Pope so easily even in Rome." ”

"But you're still going to let me go," Zhisa seemed a little annoyed, she twisted herself and broke free from Alexander's arms, and then put her hands on Alexander's face to take a closer look, "Actually, you're afraid that I'm going to spoil you, right, but Lucrezia has been captured by you, but you still don't worry, let me think about what you're thinking." ”

With a slight effort in her hand to keep Alexander's head from moving, her blue eyes fixed on Alexander's eyes, and then slowly approached, and then closer.

"Brother, what do you want to do," Asha's lips drew closer, and when the tip of her lips touched Alexander's skin, both of them shook slightly, "Are you going to deceive me?" ”

"I just don't want you to be in danger," Alexander's voice was a little hoarse, he felt that Jossa seemed to know what to do to upset him, and now she was using this method to probe his inner thoughts, "You must know that the father and son of the Borgia family have always made me wary, and Rodrigo Borgia is known for his cunning. ”

"But he's also Lucrezia's father, your future child's grandfather, so while you're right to be worried, I don't believe you're even sure of that." Jisha shook her head disappreciatively, her lips touching Alexander again and again as she spoke, which made Alexander feel as if he couldn't help but stir his heart.

"Actually, I'm not sure, but that's not the most important thing," Alexander felt that something was better to say to Josa as soon as possible, "I let you go back to Naples because it may soon become dangerous, and Naples will be safe at least for a while, especially Kosenza, and I want you to go back to Kosenza, because I may not be able to take care of you for a long time to come, and I can only rest assured when I return to Kosenza." ”

Zhisa looked at Alexander a little strangely, she was sure that Alexander should know a lot of things, but he obviously didn't want to tell her, which made Zhosa a a little annoyed but couldn't help it.

There was a sound of footsteps, and Ulliu's peculiar way of reminding them that it was time to return to the distance they should have as a normal brother and sister.

Suddenly, she leaned over Alexander and kissed her hard, then she quickly stepped back, picking up a letter from the table and opening it.

Alexander couldn't help but admit that women were indeed born actors, and looking at the way Jisha seemed to sit there reading the letter as if nothing had happened, he thought it would be difficult for people outside to guess what they were doing before.

Led into the room by Ulliu, Massimo drew a cross on his chest like a true monk before greeting the siblings.

"My lord, I don't know what you have to do with you in such a hurry to recruit me." The monk asked cautiously.

"Monk, I think you should be prepared," Alexander withdrew his gaze from Jotha, and he felt that he had better be careful, the monk is a very clever fellow, especially when it comes to men and women, "Our Pope thinks you need some help. ”

"I'm sorry I didn't understand what you mean," Massimo was a little puzzled, "I did do a lot of things for the Pope during this time, but you know that it was all done according to your orders, so you won't doubt my loyalty to you, it hurts my heart too much, my lord." ”

Asseimo seemed a little angry, and he looked at Alexander unhappily, as if the matter was not over if he didn't give him an explanation.

"I don't doubt your loyalty," Alexander said, looking at the monk who seemed to be deliberately performing, "I want you to be prepared, you may be entrusted with a heavy task." ”

Assemo was stunned when he wanted to continue to say something, but when he saw the eyes of Jisha who was silently raising his head and looking at him next to him, the monk immediately became a little more honest.

"Listen, if I'm not mistaken, Florence is going to change something soon, and this may be your chance, knowing that not long ago the Pope mentioned you more than once when he talked about Florence, and I don't think it's a coincidence." Alexander smiled at Massimo as he said this, "I remember you said you had a great time at St. Mark's Monastery in Florence, didn't you?" ”

"Yes, my lord, but what does that have to do with that?" Mahimo licked his lips, his expression a little unnatural.

"Congratulations, monk, you may be about to return with glory."

All the way down the hallway, Massimo was floating under his feet, and he seemed to be even weaker than if he had just gotten out of a woman's bed.

"I'm not going back, why should I go back to that place, it's really not a good idea," Massimo muttered incessantly, and when he saw the cold eyes of the Moors next to him, Massimo suddenly remembered something, stopped and turned around and pointed to Alexander's door and whispered to Ulliu, "Am I a little distracted, how do I think they are ...... between Lord Count and Miss Count"

Seeing Mahimo twist his hands back and forth as if to express something, the Moorish turned his head with a cold expression and continued to walk without hesitation.

"Well, I'm too careful," Massimo said and continued to walk forward in a low whisper, "Of course Florence is very good, there are many beautiful people in that place, but the monastery of St. Mark's is terrible......"

At the end of January 1498, two days later, after a long day of Lent, the people finally came to be released.

The Romans, who wanted to make up for the hardships of fasting even more, took off the simple clothes they wore during the fasting day and put on the gaudy clothes they had been looking forward to for a long time.

From this day on, civilians will take out the clothes they would normally reluctant to wear and dress them neatly, so as to show off to others.

The aristocracy and the wealthy were much more varied, with women splurging on the occasion and showing off their sumptuous costumes and jewels, while men celebrated their escape from the long days of hardship with jousting, feasting and hunting.

The carnival after Lent has become a topic of conversation, and this year has a different meaning for the Romans.

Many Romans were rejoicing in this year's harvest and that the exchange had made them richer than before, and the thought that this was just the beginning made the Romans feel compelled to celebrate their luck.

So it was proposed to Alexander VI to hold a grand procession around the city and a torch celebration.

The suggestion was quickly approved by the Pope, who even announced that he would personally attend the event.

The Pope's decision made the already excited Romans even more excited, and they began to hurry to prepare for the upcoming carnival.

Alexander's life during this period was very uneventful, or rather monotonous.

Having left Rome, she went out for a seemingly casual walk one morning, but never returned.

A group of Bohemians who had been preparing outside the city to protect the Shosha and rushed to the port, and a Neapolitan merchant ship that had also been waiting there immediately set sail for Naples as soon as the Chelsa had boarded the ship, and headed for Naples along the coastline.

Alexander VI did not show any dissatisfaction with the departure of Josha, which even gave Alexander the illusion that he had made some fuss about his precautions.

On the first day of the carnival, the Vatican held a grand Mass of Thanksgiving under the auspices of Alexander VI, and countless Romans flocked to the Vatican's basilica from the streets.

Exquisite floats, built with donations from wealthy locals, passed by the church's entrance, and the people on the carts waved and cheered loudly to Alexander VI standing on the steps.

Among the people, the Order, led by Brother Massimo, kept shouting "Papa" to Alexander VI frantically, which also infected many people around them, although many people still seemed a little cold, but this madness still infected some people.

They shouted along with Mahima's men, at first quietly and perfunctorily, and gradually the shouts around them made them involuntarily increase their voices.

When they shout, a nearby member of the Order will come up and drape them in a black robe that heralds suffering and salvation, and then they will take the hands of their newly recognized brothers and sisters and encourage them to cry out with them: "Papa! Papa！ ”

The shout was agitated and blind, and even many of the people who were led to shout along with it did not understand why they were so excited to shout that word to the greedy and cruel pope, but the waves of shouts around them had made them unable to consider why, and the clenched palms and the robes draped over their bodies made these people gradually feel that they did seem to be very different from those who seemed cold and actually mediocre.

“Papa！ Papa！ ”

High-pitched shouts swirled over the square, and the cardinals' assistants changed color, they could not have imagined that the populace would suddenly show such fanatical adoration and loyalty to Alexander VI.

Old Rovere looked at this scene with a gloomy face, he didn't know if it was written and directed by Alexander VI or if this person really had some kind of demagogic charm, but he knew that it was very disadvantageous, whether it was for the Roverley family or for the other cardinals, a pope who was too powerful and loved by the people was not what they wanted.

“Papa！ Papa！ ”

The crowd was still shouting.

Some of them were desperate, some were shouting and counting the gold coins they had just stuffed into their hands, and many more were at a loss or even at a loss.

But no matter what, the shouts still resounded over the Vatican.

At this moment, Alexander VI was so moved that he even wanted to beg God to stop this moment and let him immerse himself forever in this rare moment of excitement.

"We can do it, Caesar, we can do it," Alexander VI turned slightly to look at his son, who was standing not far behind him, standing with a group of Vatican bishops, "The Borgia family will become not only Rome, but also Tuscany and Romagna, and no one can stop us." ”

As if sensing his father's excited eyes, Caesar took a slight step forward, and under the gaze of many eyes, he bowed to the Pope and bowed to the ground.

"Papa," Alexander, standing in the middle of the aristocratic crowd, looked at the father and son from afar, whispering the title that was ringing in the air, and then he turned his head slightly to look in the other direction, "Let's see what the other Papa will do." ”

In Rome, when Rome was celebrating the occasion of a grand extravagant commemoration, a huge pyre was erected in the square opposite the Florence City Hall.

Instead of pine and branches, the pyre is composed of bundles of manuscripts, precious paintings, delicate wood-carved furniture, beautiful carpets, ornate draperies, and many more books that have aroused countless reveries and passions.

A torch is held high, and it is not the flame of pleasure and depravity that the Romans herald, but the fire of purification that seeks to destroy all the impure filth of this world.

"Burn, purify this world of all ugly and filthy pure flames, this will be our final declaration to this fallen world!"

On January 17, 1498, in Florence, the fire of vanity was lit as scheduled!