On the eve of the Feast of the Assumption of the Virgin Mary (August 15), the year after the Holy Year, a group of young or mid-life men sneakily sneaked out of the homeless settlement, and one of them was holding a fat ram.

"Do you think this can really work?" A young man asked nervously.

"Of course." Martin holding a sheep. "St. Abel's sacrifice of his firstborn sheep and the fat of the sheep pleased God with it; And it came to pass, in the Exodus, that the angel said unto St. Moses, Offering sheep and cattle for burnt offerings and peace offerings, and for those who want to atone for sins, let them also offer rams; When Abraham sacrificed his son, God replaced Isaac with a male lamb...... Above all, when St. John saw Jesus, he said, "That is the Lamb of God, the Lamb of God, the Bearer of the sins of the world," and he lifted the lamb upwards with all his might, "Therefore, it must be right for the Lamb to be our leader." ”

They had been walking along the Sergio River, over a dozen hills, until there was a sparsely populated field as far as the eye could see, and they laid down the lamb, a little creature knee-high as the men, but rather fat, with little white curly hair, with great ears, and as soon as it was laid down, it began to graze with its head down, and then began to fall to sleep, and it took great effort to force it to stumble forward.

They followed the lamb for about two or three quarters of an hour, and the tip of the moon was tilted to the west, and the sky was getting brighter, and no matter how much the people urged and intimidated, the lamb did not go any further.

"So, this is it?" One person asked.

"This is it." Martin. "It knows this is its altar." ”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Martin. Lud drew the dagger he had with him, and tried to sprinkle it with the blood of the lamb as a mark, but as soon as he reached over his hand, the lamb stuck out his tongue and licked it, and he withdrew his hand, and the lamb put its head on him, which had just grown its little horns, and he stood up, and the lamb circled around him—and a man saw his hesitation, and said, "Let me come." But before he could do anything, the lamb began to in a series of ways.

"Oh, O God," Martin. Rude was confused all of a sudden, he quickly knelt down, trying to hold down the lamb's ass with his hand to stop it from continuing to shit in this place that would become very sacred in the future, but he couldn't stop anything except the black particles in his hand, no one could have imagined that a lamb who was only three months old would have so much shit in his stomach, and the eldest of them had to put aside these stupid hairy boys, leaned down 08's body, stretched out his fingers, and plugged the lamb's ** with a "poof".

These useless hairy boys cheered happily. But for some reason, the cheers grew quieter, and the older man looked out in bewilderment, in the half-kneeling and half-bowing position, and he saw a large crowd, and the leader of them was none other than their benefactor, Giulio, the archbishop of Lucca. Medici.

The look on the face of this noble lord was indescribable, full of doubt and confusion, which could be said to be quite rare for him. Roed blinked, looked around him, looked at the men, and realized what a complicated situation it was—a large man crawling in the thick weeds, his fingers in the ass of a lamb, and a few other lads cheering around him......

"We ...... We didn't do anything evil. A young man hurriedly shouted.

Alas, you might as well not say anything, Julio. Medici thought, and he didn't think that these people could do anything horrible like worshiping Satan, especially with one Martin. Ludd, though he was still young, was a simple, upright and pious man under the influence of the Brethren who lived together, otherwise he would not have beaten the clergy in front of the Holy Gate in the Holy Year.

Sure enough, the young man's words sent the tension in the other direction, there were all men here, and they had heard many colored rumors about the infidels, and their expressions became as complicated as the archbishop.

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"So, what exactly are you doing?" Brother Desi asked solemnly, his hands in his sleeves. Red looked nervously at the place, fearing that he would draw a ruler at any moment—since he had come to Lucca, Brother Desi had eaten well, had grown stronger, and had become richer (Archbishop Lucca had always been stingy with those who would serve him), and as soon as he had his savings, he went to order a black iron ruler, and although Martin had not yet been taught by it, he sincerely hoped that there would never be any memory of intimate contact with it.

He had to tell the matter, in fact, this matter is not complicated, because after the foundation of the city wall and the fortress is completed, although the displaced people can continue to make cement bricks and concrete, but the construction of the city wall has been mostly taken over by the people of Lucca, after all, the defense focus of a city cannot be widely known - if it was before, these displaced people who have lost their purpose in life will only do things in a chaotic way, do it for a day, and survive for a day, even if tomorrow is about to usher in the end? But since they became archbishops, their minds have changed, or they have seen hope - here, men and women, young and old, as long as they work, they have hot food to eat, clean water to drink, they have a place to stay and a place to rest, and the monks will heal them of physical and spiritual diseases, which the kind archbishop gave them, and they may find work elsewhere (indeed they are told to go to their own workshops to make bricks), But they were reluctant to leave their archbishop.

If this one was still in Lucca, they could have tried to ask the people of Lucca to accept them, for among them there were many craftsmen and many women, who, unlike ordinary outcasts, had become healthy by the grace of the archbishop and knew how to follow the rules, and the Luccas were discussing the matter, for the walls of Lucca had miraculously been erected, and these strangers also had their credit.

But the news struck them like a bolt from the blue, that their archbishop was not only leaving Lucca, but was even going to leave for Rome, and if he could, he would not return for several years, and if he was promoted, it would be impossible to take care of them wretched—they did not know for a moment what to do, but even for the most unheard of man, he knew that it was the greatest honor for a priest to go to Rome, and that they should not stop him, if not out of gratitude.

Immediately after that, the good news came that the archbishop had not forgotten them, and that the Medici had managed to acquire some hilly land between Pistoia and Pratuo that could not be used for cultivation and raising livestock, and they were free to choose whether to stay in Lucca, to go to the new land, or to return to Romagna. Needless to say, none of them are stupid people, the Lucca are willing to accept them, but they are not Lucca after all, and Romagna, now it is the devilish Caesar. In Borgia's hands, he has no interest in how to govern the territory, and most of it is left to the mercenary captains under his command, and what kind of outcome can he expect to get if he lets the wolf manage a group of lambs?

They decided that they should all go to the new earth, but in order to thank their archbishop, they decided to build a cathedral for him to commemorate and promote his good name, the question of where to fix became a problem, some said that it should be closer to Florence, some said it should be closer to Lucca, no one could convince anyone, and finally, it was Martin who came to recite the scriptures for them. Rudd offered to let the lamb make the choice in their place.

Who knows, Giulio, the Medici are also surveying this new land with the side branches of the Medici family, and among them are vigilant people, and they find someone shouting in the distance, thinking that they are thieves or enemies—and you know what happened next.

"Reach out." Brother Desi said with a straight face, Martin. Rude closed his eyes and stretched out his hand, and was immediately twitched hard, he snorted, and his facial features were tightly wrinkled together. He was in terrible pain, but he did not dare to say anything, after all, he had done something wrong in this case, but fortunately the Medici had discovered them, otherwise, if they met an ignorant peasant or a priest of the Inquisition, even if their lives were safe, they would have to suffer some flesh and skin, not to mention, if one of them could not help but torture and say the name of the archbishop, at this sensitive moment, there might be unnecessary troubles.

Brother Desi used all his strength and pumped Martin. Rod's left hand was swollen twelve times, and the last hand was swollen like a pig's trotter.

They met Giulio in the square of the Cathedral of San Marino, who was returning from outside the city, "Have you pacified them?" Brother Desi asked.

"Hmm." Giulio glanced at Martin, who was following Brother Desi, "I just have something to tell you. ”

Giulio invited Brother Desi to his private copy room. Seeing that none of them noticed him, Rod secretly followed, and found a box in the corner of the copying room and sat down.

"My mentor, Cardinal Picromini, is eager for you to come to Rome, where he has prepared for you the position of abbot and manages for him the library of the Picomini family."

In fact, when he was young, Brother Desi had been to Rome, and the upper echelons of Rome liked him quite a bit, hoping to keep him with the position of a priest of the main church, but he politely refused, Brother Desi knew very well that he had rebellious thoughts in his heart that they absolutely could not accept, and he could endure it for a year or two, but one day, a terrible spark of thought would explode on the lips of his pen, and at that time, he would probably become a floating corpse on the Tiber River— The clergy of Rome were fond of disposing of their colleagues who carried the smell of heresy in this way. But Cardinal Picomini's bid was not high, not to mention the position of abbot, but what made the monks even more interested was the books of the Picomini family, whose family dates back to Roman times, and they had been in business in Italy for hundreds of years, with countless collections that even Pope Alexander VI coveted, and Cardinal Picromini's knowledge could be said to come from the university and two-thirds from the family collection.

But a friend of his who was far away in England recommended him to Henry. Tudor, King Henry VII of England, had a son, also named Henry, who was ten years old, and the king was looking for him to be a teacher who was knowledgeable, upright, but not pedantic (or rather, not so religious). If it weren't for the pilgrimage to Ravenna on the Holy Year, and then from Ravenna to Rome via the Avenue of Emilia and the calamity brought by Borgia, Brother Desi would have been in England as his princely teacher.