If it were for the Bishop of Perugia, he hoped that Bishop Picromini and his "retinue" would leave Assisi as soon as possible. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info everyone knows that anything can happen before the white smoke rises from the chimneys of the Sistine Chapel (Note 1)—but in any case, even the Borgia in Rome would not necessarily use the pilgrimage as a despicable excuse or a prevarication, let alone a Bishop of Picromini who is far superior in personal conduct to the red-clad Bishops.

There are many ways to make the pilgrimage to St. Francis. Yes, it is unanimously agreed that the long and arduous pilgrimage that follows in the footsteps of the saint and walks every path he passes barefoot is the most pious and orthodox, not to mention the time and energy that must be expended on the journey, and apart from the threat of hunger, disease and thieves, you must be young (at least no older than St. Francis before the vocation) and strong (able to withstand all kinds of tortures), And a good man who is determined and intelligent (you don't want to know how many poor pilgrims have been lost on the path of life).

Therefore, more people choose to simplify the solution.

First you have to worship the Blessed Sacrament – and then, from the house where St. Francis was born, to the church where he was baptized; to the mountains of Assisi, where he wandered as a homeless outcast; to the leprosy amoulium near Assisi (where St. Francis cared for some of the most terrible of patients); to the church of St. Damien, the church of St. Mary Angel (now the Basilica of St. Francis) and some other chapels, which were renovated by St. Francis after the collapse; to the squares, villages, and woods where he preached; to the mountain hut of Aveni, where St. Francis received the five sacred wounds; Go to the church of Assisi to see the statues of Cimabue, Jacopo, Ducho, Giotto, and their disciples for St. Francis; to the Chapel of Badingula in the Monastery of the Subo Snow Mountain (where St. Francis resides as a user); to the manger in the monastic chapel of the valley of Greinlyude; to the hill of hell where he was once buried (originally used only for criminals and outcasts, where St. Francis insisted on being buried, and is now also a holy place); Go to the Great Altar of St. George's Church, where the remains of the saint who were called by our Lord are finally laid to rest (yes, St. Francis was dug up the day after his death, and the following year after the consecration he was transferred to the lower part of the altar......

The point is that this simplified pilgrimage process seemed to the Bishop of Perugia to be a bit too slow, and he certainly did not suddenly decide to send Caesar away for no reason. Borgia, with the Holy Spirit above, he saw the assassin of Lovere.

"What a hell of a world." The Bishop of Perugia muttered, so to speak, a sincere prayer before returning to his bed, which was the same as that provided by the monastery to the wealthy pilgrims, with curtains, linen sheets, woolen blankets, goose-down pillows, and incense boxes with dried lavender, which were said to get rid of fleas and bed bugs, the exact effect of which is unknown, but the bishop's bedding was new, and no strange visitor jumped on him for a feast of abundance, except for the original one on him.

It was supposed to be a good environment, but when the curtain was lowered, the Bishop of Perugia could not sleep, and when he closed his eyes, he could see the Assassin in a long gray-and-white undergarment, a sleeveless tunic and a cowhide belt, who perhaps considered himself no different from many pilgrims...... Ahh Look at the ball hanging from the end, Bishop of Perugia has seen with his own eyes how it can take a life when he was a layman - grab a ball with one hand, cross the rope and put it on the victim's head, and then close it with force, and in a few moments you will be able to smell the stench of feces and urine, and it is said that the assassins with the power of Samson can even wring off the head of their target.

Not to mention the fact that Bishop Perugia had seen this man at Bishop Lovere's banquet, he was a guard and teacher of swordsmanship, but like many families, this kind of person spent more time playing the role of an assassin, Bishop Perugia did not consider himself a smart man, at least not as good as Picomini, his classmate and friend, but he was impressed by the fact that the man had a dog's face.

He rolled over in annoyance, pinching the flesh of his belly, and for days the poor Bishop of Perugia had nightmares, either that he had been pierced in a gloomy corridor by a sudden sword of thin stabbing (though he thought that his relationship with Lovere had not reached this bad), or that when he happily opened the lid of the food plate, he saw not a fat rabbit, but the head of little Borgia.

"Let's let the saint get back precious peace as soon as possible." He said to himself, calculating how many pilgrimage points to reduce.

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The next day.

After the morning prayers departed, the pilgrimage departed, and the little friar brought by Picromini was left in the monastery, too small to keep up with the pace of adults, let alone the rugged mountainous terrain they had to walk, and there was a place like a leprosy on the way to the pilgrimage - although Picromini was a priest, he was also called a wizard by his teachers in college, half-mockingly, half-praised, because of his excellent medical skills and medical concepts beyond ordinary people- He believes that young children and the elderly are indeed more susceptible to epidemics than strong young people. So after thinking about it carefully, he left Julio behind. The Medici and a monk who tended to him.

"What do you want to do?" The monk asked kindly, "Brother Julio?" "The reason he's so respectful isn't just because of Giulio. The Medici's surname, even more so because the monk was originally Lorenzo. A friend (or a servant) of the Medici. He was a goldsmith and didn't intend to be a monk, but since the Medici had rewarded him handsomely, and he could travel all over Umbria with Bishop Picromini, he could learn more, and he might be in the service of a bishop in the near future, or maybe Rome in the future, so let him take care of Giuliano. Morality. The Medici children would not have had any problems, not to mention that he had once created a beautiful gold lily coat of arms pendant for a beautiful Florentine man, and received a large honorarium.

"I'd like to go to the courtyard." Giulio said.

The goldsmith looked out, and Giulio was not talking about the courtyard inside the monastery, but outside the monastery, a verdant place, where there was a wood, and outside the woods there was a stream passing by, and on either side of the stream were orchards and herb gardens carved out by the monks, and now a few monks were busy in the fields.

"Well," said the goldsmith monk, "I will go with you." ”

Bishop Picomini had a retinue of about two dozen men, but they were all ordinary or unusual monks—I mean, Bishop Picomini, a bunch of happy bachelors who had never thought of having wives and children. Of course, they had no experience in babysitting, and Giulio had barely been able to eat anything other than milk when he was sent out of Periled Florence by his uncle, his cot became the cloak of Bishop Picromini and the other monks, his little silver bowl became a wooden cup and palm, and his maid became a bunch of clumsy monks, the only good thing being that they didn't notice that the child they were carrying with them was different from a normal toddler.

But if Giulio was just an ordinary baby, maybe he would have died long ago - a mature soul could at least endure and make the right choices. Bishop Picromini didn't like children, or rather, anyone who would cause him trouble or disturb him would be kicked in the ass. Of course, if Giulio had died, the Medici would have received the most sincere apology from a bishop - perhaps in the near future, one of the Medici's sons would have been given the priesthood, but the problem was that this apology would have been of no use to Giulio, who might have been reduced to a skeleton by then.

Thus, as we know, the Medici infant won over the Bishop of Picromini with his strange meekness and quietness...... Tolerance, you know, he originally wanted to give Giulio to a noble family to raise on his behalf. Another important reason is that it should not be forgotten that both Giulio's mother and his father have a beautiful face - Giulio can only be said to be lovely now, but when the monks do not wrap him in a cloak, but put him on their shoulders and carry him away, some foolish villagers will bow down when they see this scene, because they think they have met the apparition of the Son.

However, Giulio really won the attention and affection of Bishop Picromini after he showed a remarkable talent that could not be found in a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand, and that only the Lord could bestow.

As a six-year-old child, when it comes to language and discourse, Giulio is a great child. The Medici were best at colloquialisms (Florentine lingua franca, Italian), Latin, Greek, and French, with the occasional Hebrew word and Arabic syllable. By the time he had come to Assisi, he had been able to memorize the whole Bible, and to engage in some cheerful and interesting little debates with the monks and with the Bishop of Picromini, and his mind was full of the purity and wonder of a young child, and everyone was willing to talk to him and hear his thoughts.

To the surprise of Bishop Picromini, he was very sensitive to numbers, as at that time, the only place where the monks needed to use mathematics was probably the ecclesiastical calendar, except for the number of eggs, although it was not uncommon for a bishop to miscalculate the fasting day. But little Julio was never mistaken, and he could eat meat that day, and he should eat fish that day. (Forgive him for his sensitivity, if there was anything worse than the meat at that time, it was probably only pickled fish, but during Lent, those who eat it may be hung up and whipped by the devil.)

This small skill gives Julio some voice in the team, which cannot be compared to the bishop or the monk, but at least his will will not be ignored and ignored again and again because of his infant status. If his demands are not excessive, they can usually be accommodated.

The goldsmith friars led Julio through the convent, and the monks of St. Francis of Assi's convent all smiled vaguely when they saw the diminutive Giulio walking slowly behind the great friar, there were pious people who donated their children and property to the church, but such a small child was still rare, "Where are you going to take him?" Brothers. A monk asked.

"He's going out into the courtyard." The goldsmith monk said.

"Children should get more sun." One monk said that he had several siblings in his family, and that he had heard many similar words when he was still under his mother's skirt, but he did not expect to use it one day.

"Brother John in the lettuce field." The other monk said, "Yes, go, go, Joshua is there." ”

"Who is Joshua?"

"The altar boy of the convent of St. Francis," said the former friar, "he should ...... And this young ...... The brothers are about the same age. Brother John had just called him away to help with the lettuce. ”

Note 1: Roman Catholic cardinals gather at the Vatican to secretly elect a new pope, and the results of each round of voting are passed through the chimney of the Sistine Chapel