"Is that your little brother?" Machiavelli asked, "It's as lively as you." ”

Brother Dési turned a deaf ear to the irony in Machiavelli's words: "He was only seventeen years old, and he was still a child." He said kindly, smiling, and stretched out his arms to meet the little fellow who had grasped the strap of his rucksack in one hand, and took off his hat and waved at him—the one who had come rushed down almost all the way, and then "jumped" into Brother Desi's arms, even though Brother Desi was tall and strong in Lucca, fed with all kinds of fat, meat, and fish, and could not help but stumble a step.

"This is Martin. "When Martin's agitation had finally calmed down, Brother Desi brought him before the crowd and introduced: "He used to study Greek at the school of Magdeburg Cathedral, where I taught him for a while, and he was a brilliant child, which is always the stupidity of some young people," he said to Giulio. "But he is also very fond of mathematics and is very talented in music and poetry, so he can sing to us when we eat," the Medici said. ”

"yes," Martin. Red's round eyes widened, "I eat very little, my lord, as long as you leave a little food on your plate, and it would be better if you would give me a few small dollars." ”

Brother Desi's little brother, though not pretty, did not have a pretty appearance (or someone had raised the aesthetic threshold of everyone around him), but he was quite fair-skinned, his short stature and bulging cheeks made him look like a fat hamster, and his tone of voice was quite frank, without any sense of pretension, since little Cosimo went to Pienza with his adoptive parents, Giulio had not seen him for a long time, and he missed him very much, and he couldn't help but feel a little pity when he saw such a young man who seemed to be still in his childhood— Pressing the urge to press on the round cheeks, he reached out and motioned for the young man to kiss him.

This is a privilege for a young man who has no knighthood and no priesthood. Red, however, blinked, and from the amethyst ring he wore on his hand, he saw the fuchsia lines inlaid around the edges of the black robe, and then the large gold cross on his chest...... Although Brother Desi was also a dissolute fellow when he was young, he had to knock him as a reminder: "Salute to His Excellency Archbishop Lucca!" He whispered, and little Martin finally came to his senses, quickly knelt down, took the hand, and kissed the ring.

At the same time, he couldn't help but think of the priests he had seen in Rome, even if they were red-robed, not all of them were senile, such as Armanisius, who had just received the office of cardinal. Albre, who was not yet thirty years old, had a very similar resemblance to the cardinals who were already dying, that is, he also exuded a rotten smell from the depths of his ugly soul, from sin and dirt.

And Martin. At first, Lud did not even perceive Archbishop Luca's sense of dissonance with this vibrant scene, and although he was surrounded by a crowd, his breath was calm and clean, except for the cross and the bishop's ring on his finger, he had no extra ornaments, he was dressed in regular clothes, he was not wearing a belt, and he was not wearing a weapon such as a sword.

But he was still a young man after all, and after the initial surprise and uneasiness had passed, he became active—although after that the group began to discuss the matter at hand, and he had no room for interjection, nor did he have the qualifications to do so, but he followed them closely, even if he still had his bags on his back, and along the way, he kept looking around, with great curiosity about everything—what was it? So what?

Martin. Rudd's father was originally a farmer, but since the discovery of ore on their land, he became a miner, and because he met a generous owner, he saved some money and became a small mine owner, and later because of the rapid development of the city, he also entered the city council and became a councilor. His youngest son, also known as Martin. Rudd, too, was fortunate not to have to work hard for his stomach like his father—Martin Jr., who had studied at the city school for eleven years, and who had studied Greek at the school of Magdeburg Cathedral, where the monks of the Brethren often served as teachers, met Brother Dési, and although he had nominally only studied Greek, he had learned much more from Brother Dési.

Before going to Rome, Martin. Ludd also had a glimmer of illusion about the Holy See, the cardinals and the Holy See, that when he was really in the midst of it, the disappointment was not really like a thunderbolt – yes, it coincided with the Holy Year, and pilgrims flocked to it – and at Notre-Dame Maggiore, all those who wanted to see the manger that had been in Bethlehem, where Jesus slept at the time of his nativity, threw money into a manger; And in the Lateran Palace, there is a room that is said to be the Roman Jewish governor Pilate (who crucified Jesus), and if you want to kneel step by step with your knees in the footsteps of Jesus through the sacred footprints, please pay the money; In the church of St. Giovanni, the swaddling cloth that once wrapped Jesus was hung high, and if you want to see it, you can, one golden florin, you want to touch it, ten golden florins, you want to kiss it, a hundred golden florins! Also placed in the church of St. Giovanni, the table of Jesus' Last Supper is placed on a marble pedestal, and then the pilgrims, as if blind or insane, look at the intact table as if it were nothing, and buy "fragments of the Holy Table" from the clergy; In the same fate, there was the spear of Longinus, which pierced the ribs of Jesus, which was enshrined in St. Peter's Basilica, but its noble fragments were sold all over the world in the hands of the clergy. Relder clearly remembers that the same Longinus spear had one in Paris and one in Nuremberg (the city under the direct authority of the Holy Roman Emperor), and that his father had taken the whole family to see the latter, and although he could not afford to buy a fragment stained with the blood of the gods, he had at least touched it!

In addition to these, as soon as you enter Rome, there are monks or clergy who constantly sell you all kinds of holy objects (including, but not limited to, the hair of the Virgin, the bones of saints, and even the clods left over from God's creation of Adam), crosses, or sacred objects such as iron belts and bitter whips, or holy water, holy oil, and holy bread...... But the most are indulgences, and all crimes, even if you have never heard of them, can find the corresponding pieces of paper here.

Come, good people, come, wicked people, come, even if you are not afraid of retribution after death, you should think for your relatives and lovers, what could be more immediate than this? When the Holy Year comes, the Holy Father, in His mercy, has taken many merits from the great treasury of Heaven (note 1) for the salvation of tens of millions of people—if you kill someone, it doesn't matter, it only takes six gold florins to atone for your sins; You committed adultery with your sister and you are still in the church, it doesn't matter, you commit adultery with five gold florins, add five gold florins in the church, as long as ten gold florins, you are not guilty! You robbed the Father's earthly dwelling (referring to the church) and killed his servant (the priest), well, this is not very easy, you cannot atone for your sins without thirty gold florins!

What if someone wants to do something in the future...... Rest assured, there are also pre-sale vouchers available for purchase, which are very affordable, as long as they cost three times the price of comparable indulgences!

Or do you have any relatives and friends who have fallen into purgatory and are still suffering? Come on, you can buy a coup for him/her as well, and the coin clangs and falls to the bottom of the chest, and the soul immediately ascends to heaven!

Martin. Rude did not live to be more than a thousand years later, otherwise he would have felt that some place "...... Don't miss it when you pass by, it doesn't matter if you buy it or not, take a look at the house and take a look at the house, all the products in the store are two pieces, the whole venue is two pieces, pick everything is two pieces, buy everything is two pieces, pick what to take and buy everything is two pieces, the original price is ten yuan, all two pieces ......" shouted that it was also very much the style of the church at this time.

But even if little Martin didn't anticipate the afterlife, it was enough to make him angry, and the recklessness of beating the guards of the Holy Gate and overturning the reckless act of collecting the entry coins was only the result of the anger that had accumulated day by day.

He followed behind the Lucca, no one spoke to him, and he was happy to enjoy the rare tranquility at leisure, the wind in December was a little cold, perhaps because of its coldness, the breath of the wind was clean and simple, it blew through little Martin's body, froze his cheeks, and brushed away the anxiety that had accumulated in Rome, and his desire to pour out his troubles to his brother was also diminished—the scene before him reminded him of the people of Babylon building the Tower of Babel, or King Solomon building the temple of the Lord, Or like the Sanctuary that the descendants of David built in Jerusalem - there were no slaves, all the people were willing and obedient, they had plenty of food, clean water, strong bodies and simple minds, and there were people who planned for them and let each of them work in his place.

Martin. The ditch that Lud had seen on the hill before was like a dry river, which was the foundation of a new wall, and it was as deep as it was high, and its width was much greater than the width of the wall, and the man in charge of designing the wall commanded that the two sides of the foundation, and the bottom of the foundation, should be laid with stone bricks, so that no water would seep in, and that snakes and rats should not burrow, or that the enemy might shake the wall, and that the stone bricks would be gray and reflect the sunlight, so that he would look white.