Rodrigo. Borgia met the Medici martial arts teacher on a warm afternoon, and it was a face that was very strange to him, but the young man's free and easy demeanor, and his luxurious and elegant clothing made the cardinal nod slightly, and he even generously allowed the young man to kiss his ring. This was not for the latter, but for the Medici, with whom he had reached a preliminary agreement three months earlier, Lorenzo. Medici's son, Giovanni, would be offered a clergy, and three years later, his sister would marry the son of the current Pope Innocent VIII. Of course, he needed to come to Rome, with his cousin Giulio, Borgia's son Caesar, and the heir to the Duke of Perugia, Terra. Baglioni studied together under Bishop Picromini, and at the age of twelve, they went to Pisa or Perugia to study theology and law.

The friendship of the teenagers was always a little purer than that of the adults, and Rodrigo arranged this arrangement to the satisfaction of both himself and the Medici, except for the annoying Bishop Picomini.

"I'm going to turn this place into a nursery!" He shouted, "I'm not here to be a nurse!" ”

"You don't have the conditions to do it?" Rodrigo muttered, tilting his head away so that his ears would not be deafened by the hysterical Bishop Picomini. Also, What is a nursery?

"All right, dear Picomini," said Rodrigo helplessly, "I will give you the Silver Palace." ”

"The Silver Palace?"

"The Silver Palace."

Bishop Picromini looked skeptical, the Romans knew that the "Silver Palace" was Borgia's beloved object, and he never entertained unfamiliar and unimportant guests in the "Silver Palace", and the only people who could live there for a long time were his children and his lovers.

"I could almost say you're humiliating me." Rodrigo explained: "I probably haven't had much of a chance to use the 'Silver Palace' in the past few years. "Old Sibo (i.e. Pope Innocent VIII) is sick and dull-minded, and there must be a conductor behind him, and this man is not Rodrigo. Borgia, that is, Dela. Lovere. Moreover, after the defeat of this papal election, he had to regroup and make more money to prepare for the next papal election, not to mention that he was also the Grand Master of the Templar Order, with an entire group of knights, sergeants, farmers, and priests to take care of.

If it was only Rodrigo, he would have to worry about the safety of his family when he was unwilling to use the Templars to distract from others, the Silver Palace was not a fortress after all, it was Galisto III Alfonso. The resting place that Borgia had built for himself on the shores of the Silver Lake was a delicate, warm, and expansive building, with few walls and no towering arrow towers, surrounded by the clear expanse of the Silver Lake and dense cedar forests, through which the Assassins and mercenaries could easily break through its loose defenses. But with Borgia, the Medici, and Picomini, it's different, and any one of them has to think about whether or not it will anger the other two, Lorenzo. The Medici are already the uncrowned kings of Florence, and the Picromini family is already on the rise of ambition – which means they are not tolerant of mercy, or rather, they need some prey to polish their teeth.

As for yourself...... Rodrigo raised his little finger and scratched his forehead, he often made small gestures that were not dignified enough to make people think that he was amiable, but unfortunately Bishop Picromini was unmoved, "Then you don't come," he said: "And your ......" He originally wanted to talk about prostitutes, but at the thought that one of them was the mother of his students, he endured it: "Those friends of yours. ”

"Of course." Rodrigo didn't want any surprises, if nothing else, the Medici martial arts instructor was a handsome young man, and although Rodrigo thought his charm was far and wide, he never tested his humanity because he knew how fragile they were.

After arranging Picomini's affairs, Rodrigo returned to his official residence in Rome, which was noisy and hot, full of flies and mosquitoes, and Rome was a rotten piece of fat, and Cardinal Borgia imagined with malice in his mind as he returned to his room through an unknown side door, lest he be entangled by those who were anxious to meet him. He took the wine from the hidden cupboard, cut a few pieces of cheese with his own hands, and prepared to spend a short quiet time, who knew that at this time, his secretary knocked on his door, and Rodrigo sighed, it must not be a trivial matter for his secretary to disturb him when he knew he wanted to rest for a while.

"Who?" Rodrigo raised his thick eyebrows: "Heinrich? Kramer and Jacob? Sblenger? ”

"Yes." His secretary and senior adviser, Duarte. Blandao leaned over the cardinal's ear and said, "Two little people who don't matter. ”

"Then what matters is what they have."

Heinrich? Kramer and Jacob? It was the book "The Witch's Mallet" that Sbleanger brought with him, which had been sought after by countless ecclesiastical people and laymen before it was completed, and they added so many details to it that even Borgia could not read: "Take off the person who is suspected of being a witch, put her in a wooden cage, recite the scriptures a hundred and twenty times, and then pull the wooden cage up, and if she is still alive, there is no doubt that the devil is sheltering her, and the evidence is conclusive...... If she dies, she is innocent and should be given sacraments...... Wait," he said, looking at the two blackfriars, "That is, she is alive and a witch!" She should be put to death, she is innocent, but she is also dead, so please tell me, what is the point of such a trial? ”

Of course it makes a lot of sense. The two monks exchanged a look, and Brother Kramer coughed lightly: "My lord," he whispered, "the property of witches is obtained through the devil and all kinds of evil crimes, so ...... It should be confiscated. ”

Rodrigo. Borgia found himself compelled to face the two Dominican monks, as previously described, they did not look vicious, but what they did was no different from putting a flock of hungry beasts into a sheepfold, the primogeniture in the eleventh century deprived women of almost everything they could, but in the thirteenth century, the limited inheritance law gave women the possibility of becoming parents, daughters could inherit their father's property, and wives could inherit their father's, Being married several times in a row means that her land and assets will snowball...... In "The Witch's Mallet", neither the person who reported nor the person who testified was guilty of false accusation, and even if it was proved that the woman who was shown to be a witch was innocent, they would have nothing to lose, but if they succeeded, they would receive a reward from the witch's property. Of course, it was the church and the local lords, archdukes and kings who could gain the most, who no longer had to worry about how to persuade or threaten women who were not obedient enough, just a whistleblower and a few witnesses could make her doom.

Even if they don't have coveted possessions, or have youthful bodies, or have beautiful looks, the "witch's gavel" will also become a sword hanging over their heads, and the end of disobedience is to be burned to death in agony, and I am afraid that few women can muster the courage to refuse. Or, there may be wise people who use the "witch's gavel" as a tool of revenge, and according to the book, the witch's family will also be taken from their property and expelled from their home.

And how much disaster and calamity this book, in the hands of earthly kings and grand dukes, could cause even Borgia to imagine, and no king could feel that he was rich, and that every king longed to reclaim the fiefdoms that had been divided.

"Please let me think about it for a few days." Borgia concluded.

The two Dominican friars were a little disappointed, but there was no one to recommend them, and they had no way to meet Pope Innocent VIII directly.

"The Witch's Mallet" made Rodrigo. Having lost the desire to rest, Borgia reached out and rattled the bell, summoned Miguel, and told him to "take care" of the two Dominican friars, if their books were also in Dela. If Lovere shows up, kill them, before and after.

He straightened his clothes, put on a red four-cornered hat to cover the small blank space left on the top of his hair after cutting his hair in the "St. Peter's style", put on a weasel skin cloak, and boarded the carriage to go to the office of the Holy See before he was discovered, and outside the door he met Jem again. The Sultan, a dark-skinned young man of only twenty-five years old, was a heretic who had failed his struggle with his brother for the Sultanate and had to go into exile in Rhodes to seek refuge in the Templar Order, and of course, when the Grand Master of the Templar Order was a Borgia, his recklessness soon increased the Templar Order's annual income of forty-five thousand gold coins, and he was transferred several times, from Rhodes to France and from France to Rome...... Jem never considered himself a prisoner, and always wanted to seek Bolgia compromise and support through baptism, reform, and military cooperation. Borgia was more of a down-to-earth man, and he didn't think it was a great thing to baptize a heretic, and he couldn't afford to bring him a gold coin for the Templar Order. He gazed at Jem as gently as a butcher looking at his pigs, and he provided the prince with enough money to squander in the city of Rome, but not to budge an inch on crucial matters.

Jem also knew that he was not taken seriously by Borgia at all, and the reason why he was still comfortable living was because Borgia, or rather, the whole Christian world, was going to use him to deter the Ottoman Turks, and he was one day, the rightful heir to the position of Sultan, and what he was waiting for was that day, if one day, his brother or his heir, or Borgia's ambitions could no longer be filled by Rome, he might have the opportunity to invade Istanbul with his army.

Borgia stared at him for a moment and didn't say anything more: "Fortunately, this guy is twenty-five years old. He said, leaving Jem, who was skeptical about the words. Sultan, Shi Shiran went about his own business - if there is another Jem. Sultan, Picromini will surely stretch out his hands and strangle himself to death like Samson strangled a lion's neck.

But he really thinks Picomini is very good at taking care of children......

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Bishop Picromini, who was particularly good at raising children, curled his fingers, he was confident in his mathematics, but he had to make sure that the child in front of him was really nine years old, he was three years older than Giulio, and he was also a Medici, but he did not want to be a Pacioli (a Franciscan friar who was good at calculus), but rather wanted to be a retinue of Bacchus, the god of wine, and Bishop Picromini doubted that his mind was indeed a paste and not a brain, as Giulio (and occasionally extremely mean) said. The only thing worthy of praise in him was his cheekiness, no matter how sarcastic and reprimanded Bishop Picromini, he was amiable, neither angry nor frightened, and when he noticed that Giulio was overworked, he would intercede on his behalf, "Giulio is still a child." He said this, but he never complained about his homework, nor did he procrastinate, but the problem was that the mistake in it made Bishop Picromini dizzy, and the thought that soon the child would be in the teaching position, Picomini completely lost faith in Rome, a priest who could even count the feast day wrong?

Jo wasn't angry at all, he knew he wasn't smart enough, his governess had told him a long time ago, and there were very few people like this in the Medici family, after all, the Medici had made his fortune from bank lending, and mathematics was an important subject for them, and perhaps for this reason, he would become a priest in the future instead of inheriting his father Lorenzo. Medici's career. But that's also good, with the support of the Medici, he can at least, well, climb to the position of a cardinal, but what he didn't expect was to be a priest and also learn mathematics.

He thought to himself that perhaps he should write to his father as soon as possible, asking him for an attendant who was good at mathematics.

What Giovanni Medici did not expect was that a few days later, because of his cousin Giulio Medici's unintentional remark that drinking alcohol would cause children to become dementia or die, he would not even be able to approach his favorite alcohol.