In fact, Thomas? Morality? Torquemada, the Inspector General of the Knights Templar, could not be overly judgmental of the Grandmaster's actions, and Borgia's behavior could not be said to be completely selfish, since he became the Grand Master of the Order, the Order's economic situation was indeed much better than before. Despite his penchant for extravagance and extravagance, Borgia never made a distinction between public and private, and even when he and his children were attacked by the Assassins over the Papal election, he did not use the knights and sergeants of the Order to ensure his safety. More precisely, several of his sons and daughters were aware of the existence of the Knights Templar and Rodrigo. Borgia's identity is also only his son, Pierre. Luigi? Morality? Borgia, Duke of Gandhia, and one of the Templars.

Sent off the nagging Thomas, Rodrigo. Borgia summoned Luigi, his actual eldest son, although Rodrigo was reluctant to admit it, compared to the sons and daughters born to him by Vanosha, Luigi undoubtedly inherited his mother's rude and impure blood, he was tall, but always with a bent back, his head sticking out unsightly forward, he had buckteeth, so that the whole face looked like a wild boar, and his bare face and arms were covered with black hair, Even the Roman prostitutes charged him an extra two silver coins, much to the embarrassment of the cardinal, who in his youth was often given free hospitality.

If there is any virtue in Luigi, it is probably his bravery, strength, and loyalty to his father, at a very young age, he paid little attention to his mother, who was a married prostitute, including all the relatives of his mother's family, and when he grew up, he only knew Rodrigo alone, and Rodrigo loved him, but this love was similar to that of a master for a running horse, a vicious hound, and a sharp-eyed falcon, not for a father for his son.

Luigi was unaware of this, however, and was often complacent, believing that he was his father's favorite and most valued son, looking at Caesar, Juan, Lucrea, and their little brother Jeffrey, who was not even aware of the existence of the Templar Order, let alone becoming a Templar. His simple mind had no idea that the eldest of these children, Caesar, was no more than eight years old, and he might have received some basic education, but there would be no knights in the Knights Templar who were only eight years old, not even a sergeant of the lower rank.

"Is there anything you called me for?" He respectfully asked, "My lord?" Like the rest of Borgia's children, he called Borgia an adult outside, and father or dad at home.

Cardinal Borgia nodded, motioned for him to sit down first, and then poured him a full glass of red wine, "Sit down, my dear child. He said, "This glass of wine will quench your thirst." ”

Luigi grinned, he took the glass and drank it down, Rodrigo lovingly watching his bulging muscles as he flexed his arms, while smelling the rich smell of perfume on his body. Luigi, like the other Templars, did not use spices and perfumes, but would dye them from prostitutes: "Looks like I disturbed you?" The cardinal asked playfully.

"No, my lord, no," said Luigi calmly, "I was already done when your messenger knocked at the door. It was when the prostitute pestered for more money that he impatiently flattened her head, and spent a little time cleaning her cloak and sleeves.

Rodrigo smelled blood, he knew that this son was bloodthirsty and murderous, but it was not his concern, Luigi was cruel, but he also kept some sanity, and never caused too much trouble, "I have something to do for you," he said, "Luigi, Rome has calmed down, your brothers and sisters can come back to us, I want you to go to Pienza, Siena, and bring Caesar and Lucrecia back, safe—and Bishop Picromini and his two students, They are also important, my dearest eldest son, the soldiers of Borgia you can draw fifty at will, I think you can do it, right? ”

Luigi didn't like to be a brother or sister who wasn't his mother, but Rodrigo's phrase "my eldest son" undoubtedly pleased him deeply, and he did it for his father, not for the two strange half-siblings: "Yes," he said confidently, "I will do it, my lord, you will see them soon, and I promise they will not lose even a hair." ”

Rodrigo laughed at this crisp answer: "All right," he said, "but I suppose it's not a big deal to lose a hair or two, and if you can, don't let Lucrecia cry, you don't know how terrible it is for her to cry." “

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"After arriving in Rome," said Father Valencia, Caesar. Borgia hesitated rarely, "Are you still my teacher?" ”

Bishop Picomini gave him a surprised look, and it must be said that after the boy had ceased to be so fond of self-intelligence, his beautiful countenance could win him the favor of many, and Bishop Picomini, though not one of them, had gradually softened, "I thought you would be impatient to run away from me." He said that little Borgia did not receive any preferential treatment or encouragement from him, although Caesar did not have to do his daily homework and toiled in the fields, churches, and kitchens like other monks and priests, but Bishop Pikromini's requirements in the "Seven Arts" course can be said to be unusually harsh, and because Borgia was the eldest of the three children, he also had to learn more and more complex than the other two children, and the heavy homework and strict assessment could completely allow Caesar. Borgia understood the pain and hardship of his peers five hundred years in advance.

"No," Caesar. Borgia struggled with instinct: "You are a very good teacher. "Strict and rude, Caesar was keenly aware that the education given to him by Bishop Picromini was very different from the others, that it was a man who became bishop at the age of twenty-two, who had gone through three popes, and who had been reused in two of them during his reign, who had a strength that Caesar could not steal from the Catalans (his teachers of enlightenment) or anyone else.

Bishop Picomini looked at the young Borgia, Giulio. The Medici may be the favorite student of all teachers, and Borgia is no less than him, but the latter clearly has a menace that he cannot erase no matter how much he hides it, and as a student, he will swallow everything, including his teacher, like a greedy snake. Julio may grow into a behemoth, but his character will make him a protector rather than a destroyer.

"If you're sure." Bishop Picromini said.

"I'm sure." Caesar said.

"There is one thing that I should probably let you know," said Bishop Picomini, "in fact, my dealings with your father included your education, Caesar, your father loved you very much, and he exchanged me for a cardinal for five years, whether you like it or not, during which you will be my student, and I will teach you the 'Seven Arts' and many more things, until you are thirteen years old and can enter the university to study law and theology, and your pleas are not necessary." ”

Caesar thought for a moment, seemingly unsure whether he should say it or not, and then he boldly said, "A student is not the same as a student." ”

"Oh," said Bishop Picomini disapprovingly, "you're accusing me of partiality. He taught Borgia and Lovere the seven arts that they had to study before they entered university, that is, the seven courses that had been in place since ancient Greece and continued to this day - logic, grammar, rhetoric, mathematics, geometry, astronomy, and music. Here in the Medici, he also added two courses, medicine and herbal medicine, which were so much coveted by Borgia the Younger, whose "canterella" had already terrified many of their enemies, but who were still not satisfied.

Bishop Picomini will not budge on this, "No way. "He said that both to Caesar. Bolgia is also on Rodrigo. Borgia.

Caesar only shook his head when he walked out the door, which was what he expected, so he only regretted it even if he was rejected mercilessly...... But that doesn't mean that this knowledge can't be used by him.

He stood in the shadow of the wall and looked out at the courtyard, where Lucretia sat alone under a bush of luxuriant roses, tiny petals adorned her hair like pearls, and everyone who passed by couldn't help but smile at the sight, she was only four years old, but she had already shown a moving gesture, which was full of reverie, and before in the lavender heap, Luclecia had only spoken childlike words, but it could not be said that it was completely impossible. Sixtus IV once tried to replace the Medici with Pacci, but he failed, not only did he not succeed, but he also took the entire Pache family, further establishing the Medici's dictatorship in Florence. In addition, as if by fate, when the Pache family was destroyed and Sixtus IV pointed the finger directly at the Medici family in a rage, the Ottoman Turkish army of 70,000 besieged Rhodes, and the Knights of Rhodes at that time had only a few 600 men, and 2,000 to 4,000 mercenaries - their victory or defeat directly affected the control of the entire European Holy See over the Eastern Mediterranean, even if Sixtus IV hated the Medici family so much that he gritted his teeth, he had to shelve his revenge plan first, Focus on the Battle of Rhode Island.

The Knights eventually won a surprising victory at the Battle of Rhodes, when Sixtus IV tried to pick up his previous plans, but was betrayed by his ally, King Ferdinand I of Naples, and his sudden illness and weakening caused the Medici to break free from the ravenous lion's mouth. Since this was God's will, the young Valencia priest thought that Borgia and the Medici might not be able to cooperate, and he resisted the urge to go back to his room at once to write a letter to his father, and went around to Lucrecia and suddenly picked her up.

Lucretia screamed first, giggling when she realized that it was Caesar who had picked her up, and she sat in the crook of her brother's arm, which was not strong enough, and put her arms around his neck affectionately.

"Why are you the only one?" Caesar asked, "What about your nurse?" ”

"She's going to get me milk." Lucrecia said she was keenly aware of who Caesar really wanted to ask: "Giulio and Joshua in the copying room. ”

Caesar thanked him by kissing his sister's hair, and before leaving, he saw Lucrea's hand looking through a colorful picture book: "Are you reading?" ”

"Yes." "It was Giulio who drew the book for me," Luclessia said. ”

Caesar smiled proudly: "What kind of book?" ”

"Happy Prince."

"Sounds interesting, do you like it?"

"Loved it...... I don't like it either. Lucrecia said that although in the end the prince and the swallow went to heaven, but that was what they deserved, and those who had been blessed by them knew nothing, and they threw the cracked lead heart and the dead swallow into the garbage heap, where it was cold and dirty, and no one lit a candle for their death, put on a black garment, and left even a tear.

"But at last he also knew that he was about to die, and that he had only enough strength left to fly over the prince's shoulders one more time......" Caesar began to read from a page that had been opened at random: "Goodbye, dear prince, he murmured, Will you let me kiss your hand?" …… And the prince said, Thou shalt kiss me on the lips, for I love thee—and I am not going to Egypt, and the swallow said, I am going to the house of death, and death is the brother of eternal sleep, isn't it? ”

Then he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips, and then fell at the Prince's feet, and died. Lucretia continued, and then she shivered uncontrollably.

Caesar somewhat understood why Lucres said that: "...... Can I put it away for you? ”

"No," said Lucresia, "let me keep him." ”

Lucrecia put the little picture book that could be hidden in her pocket on her chest, it was cold and hard, like the broken heart of the happy prince in the book, she didn't know why she did it, only that her heart was pounding.