Caesar. Borgia sat in his room with a calm face and eyes like Leonardo. Leonardo da Vinci described it as quiet as an angel, but only a few people can find that it is not mercy but endless tyranny hidden in the silence, one of which is Michelangelo. Bonarrotti, who accepted a job from Caesar to sculpt Cupid, the son of Eros, was asked by the Marquise de Mantua for the statue of Cupid, which he had obtained from the lord of Camerino, by the ancient Greek sculptor Praxites, but Caesar did not want to satisfy the woman who had grieved for his sister, and because she was the daughter of the Duke of Ferrara, he ordered Michelangelo to make a fake to pass off the real thing.

This was undoubtedly a humiliation for a genius like Michelangelo, but he had to accept it, he chose the marble he needed, and carved it according to the original marble statue with his heart, this shoddy work made him feel miserable, so the progress was very slow, and he wiped the dust from the marble, and worried whether he would become Caesar. Borgia's offering to vent his anger.

Although he also wanted to speed up, he delayed the time for a whole week, and when the chamberlain came to summon him and said that the Duke was going to inquire about the progress of the statue, he could scarcely walk—his heart beat violently, and a wave of foreboding swept through him like a tide, and he reluctantly picked up the half-carved statue of himself and held it in his arms, earnestly hoping that the Duke would listen to his explanation.

But when they came to the outside of the duke's room, they were denied entry, and it is said that the duke was talking to a messenger from Piombino, and the duke's voice was so high that at last it became hoarse and high-pitched, and even though they were standing outside the room, they could clearly smell Caesar. The terrible aura of Borgia's vicious curse—Michelangelo's keen ears did not let him miss a word, he knew why the Duke was so angry, and he had suffered another crushing defeat at the Florentines—he sent his own assassin, Miguel. Corero went to contact the Albizi family in Florence, instigated them to betray Florence, and instigated the revolt of the people of Arezzo, and then, the army of Piombino, from the Duke, of 3,000 men, would calmly enter Arezzo through the gates opened by the Albizi family, nominally to suppress the riot, but in reality to take Arezzo by force, thus inserting a nail between Siena and Florence.

But what he didn't expect was that the chief engineer Leonardo, whom he had always looked up to. Leonardo da Vinci, who betrayed him, managed to get the news out - and Miguel was to blame. Coriero was not cautious enough to perceive Leonardo. Leonardo da Vinci may not have been as loyal as he appeared to be, and his handling was not thorough enough, except for not killing Leonardo immediately. Outside of Leonardo da Vinci, it didn't even occur to him that the deal was no longer so secure – without even alerting his master, Caesar. Borgia, so much so that the three thousand men he sent to Arezzo, fell into the trap of the Florentines and none returned.

Caesar. Bolgia certainly wouldn't think about it if Miguel rashly killed Leonardo. Leonardo da Vinci, who in turn accused Miguel of being reckless and rash, or of suspecting the Assassins of his secret contempt; Or, even if Miguel had reminded him, he would have carried on with his original plan, and in any case, there was no suspicion about him other than Leonardo's suspected peeping on Miguel's whereabouts. Borgia's plan can even be said to be flawless, how can he be willing to give up so easily?

Of course, after the failure of the operation to capture Arezzo by force, Leonardo. Leonardo da Vinci's betrayal had been confirmed, and if he were in sight, Caesar would immediately have him put to death, and the corpse would have been divided into countless parts to show everyone in his realm what would happen to those who dared to betray the Duke of Romagna! But the abominable Miguel. Corero did not even personally escort Leonardo back, but handed him over to the caravan of the Albizi family.

The result was Leonardo, who should have been in front of him three or four days ago. Leonardo da Vinci has not been heard from so far, and it is conceivable that he will not appear in front of the Duke again in the future.

Michelangelo had been standing outside the door with his attendants for two or three hours, but it was nothing, Caesar. Borgia's arrogance was directed at everyone, even the noble envoys, lords, he could make them wait outside the door for hours, or summon them in the early hours of the morning or midnight as he pleased—Michelangelo was not afraid of this, but he could see that the look of the attendant was first gradually nervous, and then suddenly relieved, and even relaxed, what he was thinking, Michelangelo could almost guess. The Duke of Romagna often lashed out at them for losing battles or for unsatisfactory results, but if another person brought even worse news, his anger would simply be transferred to the latter, and the attendants would be spared.

Not to mention, Michelangelo would definitely have made Caesar. Borgia remembered Leonardo, who was also a painter and sculptor. Da vinci.

Afterwards, Michelangelo did not know what he was thinking at that time, he grabbed the marble statue by the neck, tiptoed, quietly moved behind the attendant, struck him in the back of the head, knocked him unconscious, and then panicked, took nothing with him, and fled empty-handed.

If he were alone, he probably wouldn't have been able to get out of the Duke's temporary mansion at all, but just as he was at a loss, a monk with a smile on his face sprang out of the bushes, "Ah," he whispered, "I thought it would take a lot of talk—you saved me a lot of effort!" So saying, he offered a monk's robe, and asked Michelangelo to put it on, and took out a knife, shaved his head, and beard, trimmed his eyebrows, and wiped his face with dust, and then took him out of the ducal palace—and just as they had gone a few hundred feet, they heard a noise coming from inside, and people running, and people shouting Michelangelo's name.

"You don't want to go back." The monk asked.

Michelangelo shook his head frantically, if he could go back in time, he would definitely send that one out of Lucca and into Caesar. Borgia's self was strangled alive.

"Great, let's go." The monk said cheerfully.

"Excuse me," Michelangelo asked cautiously, "may I know?" Who is your host? ”

"I can't say it's the master, but I did accept his commission." Mercenary Captain Ralph smiled and said, "Julio. Medici. He asked me to take you from Caesar. Borgia took him away, and he said, "It's dangerous for you to stay any longer." ”

"Uh......" He paused for a moment and said helplessly, "This, I know you're very touched - but is it really necessary to cry?" He sighed, "All right, all right, but we'll have to get out of here first, Your Excellency, you're crying a little bit...... Unsightly......"

Then he looked at the "commission" and cried even uglier.

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The clerical office of the Holy See was voluminous, but fortunately, the letter files that Giulio needed were all recent, and he had less trouble finding the parchment with the coat of arms of the Orsini family. Orsini's own handwritten documents – as well as the Bentivoglio family of Bologna, the Yverezzi family of Firmé, and the Dai Caesar. Bolgia manages Vitrazzo in Piombino. Stamps or signatures of Vitley and several other mercenary captains.

Thanks to the piety of the people at this time, the more sinful they are, the more they have to give alms, celebrate more Mass, buy more indulgences - and the mercenaries are not uncommon in their work for the Holy See.

Cardinal Picromini was unable to find his disciple: "Where is he? He asked a monk who was copying the scriptures.

"Brother John seems to have seen him in the kitchen just now."

"What is he doing in the kitchen?" Cardinal Picromini muttered, shouldn't this rare rest time be spent with his mentor?

Giulio was not in the kitchen either, and the monk in the kitchen said that he had only taken a few turnips and left.

By the time Cardinal Picromini found Giulio in his room, the carrot stamps of several families and the mercenary captains were about to take shape. There were also several papers scattered around the desk, and parchment with various handwritings, and the cardinal picked up a page and looked at it, the handwriting on which ranged from stiff to smooth, from similar to identical, and only half a sheet of paper was wasted.

"Who do you want to write to?" Cardinal Picomini asked.

"It's not me," Giulio said cheerfully, stretching his back and neck, "it's Orsini to Bentivoglio, and Bentivoglio to Ivrezzi, and Ivrezi to Vitley, who in turn writes to several other mercenary captains...... And then it is also possible that Yvedrazi wrote to Orsini, and Orsini wrote to Vitley......"

"You're trying to make them a mess, aren't you?" Cardinal Picromini kindly asked: "You little scoundrel! ”

"If you have accepted the gift, how can you not reciprocate?" Julio flicked the quill lazily.

"When they get together, don't they understand everything?" Cardinal Picromini raised a piece of parchment, on which he had already written a part of the draft.

"If they don't have that idea at all." Julio clasped his hands together and smiled, "Even if they receive the letter, they won't show up at the meeting place, teacher, that's what I think, Caesar. Borgia would have thought the same. ”