Savonarola may have gone to hell and could not understand how his most heartfelt followers could have betrayed him, in fact, he did not betray Savonarola, but he also knew very well that Savonarola was not a prophet sent by God as he claimed, he was only convinced by Savonarola's thoughts, so after Savonarola agreed to accept the Holy Judgment, he thought of many methods, although almost to no avail, when a merchant told him that the ancient Egyptian pagan shroud could resist the power of fire, He was immediately convinced, and spent a lot of money on a whole box, and after a few experiments, he took apart the fabric and sewed it into a coarse linen robe that Savonarola often wore.

If Savonarola passed the Holy Judgment, then Giulio would have exposed his "tricks" on the spot, and now that Savonarola had failed the Holy Judgment, this incident added a new charge to him, and he, as well as the monks and priests in the churches and monasteries he presided over, were thrown into gloomy prisons, and the Templars and Inquisitors tortured them one by one with great skill, although the Florentine "equipment" was not very complete, but only the "Judas hanging" - stripped naked and hung in the air, The tip of the pyramid-shaped torture instrument underneath pierces the buttocks, or weights the weight on the foot or nothing is added, and gravity pierces or dissects the victim; or "shelf" - a kind of torture instrument the size of a single bed, with two wheels up and down, and the hands and feet of the inmate are fixed at both ends respectively, when the wheel rotates, the bed frame will gradually lengthen, and the hands and feet of the inmate will also be stretched until they are dislocated; Or the "Blossom Pear" - an iron torture instrument that when closed resembles a flower bud, and when opened it is large enough to burst the lower body of a homosexual "lover" or a witch, or most of the face of a lying blasphemous, speaking of which, one man was almost tortured, but Constina, and Joe, who was far away in Rome, interceded for him, and when Julio took the man's name and asked Caesar, Caesar showed an unpredictable smile: "I have someone here to intercede for him," he said, and he picked up his cloak. Let's go and see, what kind of beauty is a city and a country, worthy of so many people to bend down for him. ”

Belch......

If this guy were a beauty, then the whole of Florence, no, all of Italy, and even the boys and girls of Europa would no longer have to worry about their appearance - he could only be said to be not too ugly, after being tortured in prison, with his plump muscles and bright complexion removed, he looked more like a skinny monster, he was dragged up by the guards in a trembling state, and for the first time in months he came into contact with the dry ground, and the warm and fresh air, except for the crackling of the torches, The smell of frankincense and myrrh that fills the air also makes you feel as if you have returned from hell to heaven.

He knelt on the ground, facing two chairs, one of them sitting first, his pupils constricting as the bright red velvet that swept the sinner's eyes.

He could not look up to see the faces of the two noble men without permission, but he heard the parchment being opened and flipped through, and then a slow but somewhat cold voice, which read a total of twelve names, some of whom were of great name and noble birth, and the names of his teachers, who fell to the ground and whimpered in a low voice with emotion.

"These people want us to forgive you, and of course you've been accused of being a ...... Guilty of adultery, with evidence, according to the pre-Florentine law, you should be fined fifty gold florins, but if you were under the law at the time of your imprisonment, you should be put to death. Julio put down the paperwork, and there was a small note in it, a love poem written by the sinner to his lover, although vague, but the meaning of it was so obvious that he probably did not expect that it would become a noose around his neck: "I also want you to be put to death." ”

Michelangelo. Bonaroti looked up in astonishment, and although he was immediately crushed by the shaft of the spear, he had a clear view of the inquisitor with the help of torches.

One...... Archbishop, a young man, a ...... A perfect man like David, even if it was only for a second or two, but as an outstanding man with supreme talent in sculpture and painting, even if he is still just a fledgling novice, Michelangelo has deeply engraved this image in his memory, especially in the light of the torches, the contours of his face, the shape of his facial features, the arches and depressions of his bones, and the undulating lines of his muscles, all of which are so vividly outlined by shadows and light, that his fingers involuntarily grasp the ground. The impulse to create is even stronger than the desire to survive. If it weren't for the fact that he thought of creating, whether painting or carving, he needed to live to complete it, perhaps he would have rushed up to grab each other and cared and observed it by now. ，

"You're a traitor." Giulio said that he was familiar with Michelangelo's eyes, and that he had a semi-collaborator, Leonardo. Leonardo da Vinci, who had vowed to paint a picture of St. John the Baptist as a model for a long time, but Giulio had no interest or time, and he always felt that sitting there and letting the painter paint, or as a sculpture, was the work of a little girl or an extremely narcissist, so poor Leonardo could only see the stitches, and as he gradually became important in the eyes of Caesar, and participated in the war between Italy and France, he was able to stay in one place peacefully, and when no one disturbed him became less and less, uh, relatively, Leonardo's eyes became more and more fanatical and complaining whenever he had the opportunity to see him, but he was not Lucalesia, neither could he move Giulio's heart like stone, he couldn't, and neither could Michelangelo: "You were born in Caples, Florence, your father was the supreme consul of Caples and Chusi, you studied with the Florentine painter Domenic at the age of thirteen, and studied sculpture with Bertor for a year, and later Lorenzo. The Medici discovered your talent and introduced you to the Medici family's free art school, where you studied for four years, grew up with the Medici children, wore the same clothes and ate the same food as them, you didn't have to worry about the cost of paint, canvas and marble, you didn't have to bargain with discerning buyers like ordinary painters and carvers, and you had to worry that the final payment would not be recovered for various reasons. You'll even be able to study and study all the disciplines you're interested in, including philosophy, as a scholar. Giulio's voice was always low, not slow, but like a slate of stone, it pressed down on Michelangelo's heart: "You live like a prince, and although you are not surnamed Medici, you and Joe are like brothers...... Your father even received a position in the customs office and a double payment for you, and we thought you would be grateful, or at least missed, but this is not the case. ”

Michelangelo trembled, "I'm just a student!" He tried his best to defend: "I have no way to intervene in the affairs of the Medici family, and I am not qualified to do so!" My lord, I'm Lorenzo. The Medici made an eight-foot-tall statue of Hercules, and that's all I have done in his honor! ”

"Is it mourning or celebrating?" Giulio said sarcastically, while Caesar beside him let out a loud mockery: "It may be the former, without Lorenzo's protection, you, and your family, are in a difficult situation, I can understand you and your father cowering in silence when Florence expelled the Medici, but can you explain how you became a believer in Savonarola?" Well, mummmm, maybe it's because you're all despicable and shameless traitors? You also received funding and help from the Medici, but before the Medici were completely down, you sided with their enemies. Yes, I confess, the demagogic words that come from the mouth of the devil are indeed pleasing to the ear, but do you really get anything out of them? You can't even give up your little hobby to live that 'holy and decent' life, you think you're a fan of Savonarola, but he doesn't seem to care about you at all, someone accused you of being a traitor, and he threw you into prison without mercy, and if it weren't for us, you would have been executed in disgrace. ”

"So," said Giulio, "although so many people have pleaded with us in the hope of exonerating you, I am really reluctant to grant them their pleas, for you are a thief to me, and you are to blame." ”

"I was deceived!" Michelangelo hissed, "I am willing to repent!" I am willing to pay the fine, O merciful God, forgive me, I have realized how foolish I was before! ”

"With the money you got from the Medici?"

"Then with my loyalty and my talent!"

"Loyalty aside," said Giulio, "how much talent do you have to atone for your sins?" ”

"As talented as the authority of the Pope!" Michelangelo replied proudly.

This made Caesar, who had been a lazy bystander, raise his eyes, "What a megalomaniacal bastard," he said, "then let us see if his talents can match his sins." ”

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Hercules, the greatest hero of ancient Greek mythology, Hercules is his Roman name, the Greek name is Hercules, since its birth has been worshipped by countless Greeks and Romans, and the same is true for the current Italians, in honor of Lorenzo. The statue created by the Medici ingeniously did not choose this moment when Hercules fought with the enemy, nor did he choose the moment when he lingered with his wife and lover, but chose the moment when he relaxed and rested between battle and love - this muscular giant with a strong physique leaned diagonally against a huge shield that reached to the armpits, his arms and forearms were tense, his wrists were relaxed, his head was slightly leaning against the shield draped in lion's skin, his left foot was rested on the ankle of his right foot, which supported the weight, and he had no clothing on his body. Every inch of muscle, hair, and even bones was delicate, and his eyes were slightly closed, looking at the ground, which could be said to be both dozing and mourning.

Caesar looked at it for a long time before he sighed slowly, and when he gazed at the statue, he felt as if the latter was going to start breathing at any moment, open his eyes, step down from the pedestal, and immediately talk to him and fight for him—Michelangelo was not lying, his talent was incomparable, and he was still young, and there was room for improvement in his skills—though Caesar could not imagine how shocking he would be when he improved his skills. Caesar immediately became enthusiastic**, he was not a Medici, he was not a Florentine, but he was also an Italian, Italy became the cradle of civilization in the whole of Europe did not happen overnight, the accumulation of Greece and Rome for hundreds of years and thousands of years has become the fertile soil at the foot of this brilliant flower, "I want him to be a statue of Lucrea," he looked at Giulio and said, "What do you think?" ”

"Whatever you want." Giulio doesn't care to say that he loves art and admires elegance, but he also has an untouchable bottom line, Michelangelo can be said to be a craftsman cultivated by the Medici family, but he is the same as Leonardo. Leonardo da Vinci was a cowardly traitor, he was even worse than Leonardo da Vinci, who was only afraid of the obscenity of the Patch family, and feared that the Medici would be buried with him in the collapsed ruins, but Michelangelo clearly failed Lorenzo's favor, and before his statue of Lorenzo was completed, he took refuge in the Medici's enemies and shouted for the latter, although Savonarola did not regard him as a confidant at all because of his dissoluteness, or rather, He couldn't even fit into the ranks of the devout, or he wouldn't have been imprisoned for such a charge, and if it weren't for Julio and Caesar's quick movements, he might have been put to death.

So Caesar slapped the ugly craftsman in the face with his own gloves lightly: "I am not ready to pardon you," he watched wickedly as the other's face turned from a flush of excitement to a gray of despair, "If Julio, my favorite friend, hates you, but if he doesn't care, I don't mind giving you a chance." He straightened up, "Someone will take you to Rome, to meet my sister Lucrea, you can choose from the quarry, you can use the marble whatever is precious, if you need gold and silver, you can ask me, but I just want to see a statue of incomparable beauty, which no one has ever seen, and who sees it will sigh and fall for it...... But if thou hast disappointed me, I will put thee on a rod of iron as thou should, yes, as Vlad, the Grand Duke of Wallachia (note 1) liked, and delighted, and I believe that this punishment could not be more appropriate for thee. ”

Michelangelo wept with joy, he fell to his knees, crawled to kiss Caesar's feet, and then was impatiently dodged, he did not have the courage to touch Giulio, so he had to watch him, but Giulio only paused in front of him: "Don't forget that this is a work that the cardinal made for his sister." He reminded that he admitted that Michelangelo was indeed highly skilled, but he really did not want to see a half-dressed amorous girl, although it was also a special fashion at this time.

Caesar laughed scoffingly.

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Savonarola and the other priests who followed him suffered for weeks, Caesar did not send him to Rome, as Alexander VI said, this fellow did not have such a privilege, and the accompanying inquisitors skillfully used all kinds of punishments and techniques, in this respect they were no worse than Leonardo da Vinci or Michelangelo, except that their brushes and chisels were a variety of torture instruments, and the canvases and stones were human flesh, and finally Savonarola signed the confession - with the only intact place he had, Right hand, he was then burned at the stake, in the square in front of the Palazzo Vecchio, where he had made statements, speeches, and agitated for the overthrow and expulsion of his benefactor, the Medici, who knew that in a few years, he would also end his ordeal here.

Caesar seemed bored, and Savonarola had lost all meaning when he failed to pass the Holy Judgment, and it was nothing more than a routine after that, but looking at the faces of the Florentines full of hatred and contempt, he had to secretly praise Giulio for his complete deliberation and meticulous approach - if he had only failed the Holy Judgment, there might have been some who stubbornly thought that Savonarola might not be so pious, but he was still a great man, but a humble liar was not worthy of anyone's respect.

The flame was extinguished, and the ashes were collected by Caesar's priests, and poured into the Arna so that no one might consecrate it, or perhaps not, but they did it anyway for the sake of propriety.