The god of fate may have mocked the Romans, and what made them more and more frightened was still to come, and in just one week, in addition to Cardinal Orsini, there were two cardinals in Rome who died of violent diseases, and one of them was a well-known confidant of the Pope, Cardinal Ferrari, who tossed and turned in his hospital bed for days, and the doctors tried their best to do it, enema, bloodletting, ointment, and chanting, but to no avail, he had constant diarrhea, fever, and lost his sane gibberish, In the end, he died tragically in his own feces.

After another cardinal Jamie. Sero, who also worked for the Borgia family, was also treated equally by God, and in the rumors of the Romans, they all died because of the Borgia family's poison, as for whether it was ......

"Cardinal Ferrari is not," said Giulio, "but Cardinal Sero is. ”

"Isn't Cardinal Sero a subordinate of Pope Alexander VI?" Martin. Rudd asked, puzzled.

"It is said that he has been distressed by the fact that he has been paying tens of thousands of gold for the cardinal's hat, and has complained many times in private, and Alexander VI warned him, but he has not been able to keep his mouth shut," said Brother Desi, "given that all the other cardinals are wary of His Excellency, it will be difficult for him to find a suitable victim in such a short time, only those...... Only those who have no fear will be willing to go to the Pope's banquet. ”

Martin. Roed snorted.

"The Pope will probably get nearly 200,000 gold ducats this time," Brother Desi turned to Cardinal Picromini, who was sitting by the fireplace, "He is so short of money?" ”

"This time Caesar. Borgia killed no less than seven lords who had sworn allegiance to him, as well as a dozen mercenary captains who were serving under his command," Giulio said calmly, "He needs money to appease those soldiers, and hire more soldiers to conquer for him those territories that have lost their masters, but I am afraid that the two hundred thousand gold ducats will not be able to fill the gap." ”

"O God," Martin. Rod subconsciously drew a cross: "Are they crazy?" ”

"Yes," said Cardinal Picomini, "they are crazy. Then he gave Brother Desi a meaningful look, and Brother Desi turned his head to Martin. Rudd said, "Are you done with your homework?" ”

"Uh, huh? Well...... The ......" topic suddenly shifted to an aspect he least wanted to hear, and poor little Martin didn't even react.

"Do it if it's not done," said Brother Desi, "and I'll check it tomorrow." ”

Martin who had a long winter (from St. Thomas's Day - December 21 to Three Kings - January 6) Red opened his mouth weakly, and he looked at everyone in the room, and the look he got was "Go and do your homework!" He slumped like a punctured ball—no different from the children hundreds of years later, who had been splashed with a bucket of ice water on his head, got up from the carpet in frustration and went back to his room to catch up on his homework.

Julio couldn't help but smile, they weren't that cruel, but the next topic wasn't Martin. Lud was able to participate in it, and he was still a child.

For a moment, no one in the room spoke, as if they also wanted to enjoy the calm before the arrival of the turmoil - Cardinal Picromini, after Cardinal Ferrari went to see God, immediately took a leave of absence for himself and Giulio, and went to the convent and library of the Picromini family on the outskirts of Rome, and after months of temptation, investigation and familiarization, Brother Desi was allowed to join their plan, after all, not every monk can put the crutchet and the cross in the fire, Not even for the sake of innocent people, or rather, they can't think of it.

But Brother Desi could, not only with his free and unrestrained thoughts, but also with great boldness and frankness in his actions.

"It's so beautiful here." Brother Desi muttered to himself, "It's like a paradise of tranquility. "Who knew that this was where the storm in Rome was generated.

"It will take away filth, darkness, and the devil," as if to hear what he said in his heart, "and let us have peace, cleansing, and joy." ”

Brother Desi sighed deeply: "The booklet you have us print is finished. He was a little puzzled and said, "But does this really work?" I'm not doubting you, but the previous booklet certainly made people fear and hate Borgia, but it also made them lose the courage to confront them, do you know how many cities have given the keys to the gates of the city gates as soon as they saw the banner of Borgia? He shook his head: "I know that you are a person who hates violence, but nowadays, people respect these so-called 'strong people', and you have to change their minds, this is not something that can be done in a day or two." ”

"I know." Giulio said mildly: "I also have no hope of being able to change their minds immediately, but a tyrannical Borgia is absolutely different from a crazy Borgia. ”

"I want to hear about it."

"Did you know that there is a theory called the 'just world theory'?"

"I think so," said Brother Desi, after a moment's thought, "but I think what you say is not the same thing as what I have heard." ”

"Hmm." "I think so," said Giulio, "and I said," he said, "and to put it simply, the theory of a just world is a peculiar view of perpetrators and victims." For example, if an unfortunate person is walking on the road and is intercepted by a robber, robs him of his money and is killed, do you think it should be the passerby or the robber who is guilty? ”

"Of course it's the robber." Brother Desi judged without hesitation.

"But some people will think that the robber is the one who is guilty." Julio said with a smile.

"What kind of bullshit idea is this?" Brother Desi furrowed his eyebrows.

"That's normal, because, in their perception, the world is just. Good will be redeemed, and evil will be punished—but if an innocent good person suffers terrible retribution, does that mean that the world is not just? Once the previous perception is broken, they will panic and become uneasy, because they are the ones who hold themselves to the standard of goodness, and therefore feel that they should not be harmed...... Will they also be so cruelly tricked by fate? Can't get rid of it? What a horrible thing this is?! Big enough to drive them crazy, and if they don't want to go crazy, they have to convince themselves that – no, their perception is not wrong, and if that person is hurt, then he must be guilty, either bad here or bad there – that they are not guilty and they will not encounter such a thing. So that they can have peace of mind. ”

"But man is born sinful, and this world is full of sin." Brother Desi retorted loudly.

"You're right," said Giulio, "but how many people think so?" If they really had this understanding, the Holy See's indulgences would not have sold so well. ”

The blow knocked Brother Desi down, and after a while he said, "What does this have to do with our plan?" ”

"Because of the people who know it," said Giulio indifferently, "it is impossible for you to expect them to spontaneously resist violence, because in their hearts they are good, innocent, and undeserved, and they will even worship violence, because they have not yet tasted the consequences of violence—and if so, it is too late—but what if another rule is broken?" Think, Brother Desi, if you shout, there is a thug with a knife here, and people may not come together to kill him, because everyone will think that he is sensible and may not hurt me; But if you shout, there is a madman with a knife here, and they will come and kill him immediately, because the madman has no judgment, and he can hurt anyone.

Venerable monks, those who need to find the inner balance of guilt from the victims, there is only one situation that can make them rise up and rebel, and that is that the perpetrators will also break this balance - the Borgia family, no matter how tyrannical it is, for them, it is just a change of ruler, but a madman, a man who has been bent down by the devil, a man who has lost his mind, who dares to let him control his own life and death?

The terrible things that have happened in the past, the things that have been deeply imprinted in their minds, may have been just a topic for them to use for entertainment after a meal, but what if it happened to them all the time? Will they still be so indifferent? ”

No, no, never! Brother Desi shouted in his heart.

Julio. The Medici's golden eyes, which shone brighter than the flames in the light of the blazing fireplace, were almost frightened by such eyes, and it was only with a slight laugh from Cardinal Picromini beside them that Brother Desi could not move, only to realize that his linen underwear was soaked with cold sweat.

Julio. The Medici looked out the window, and the snow had covered everything, and as far as the eye could see, it was a holy light.

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Michelangelo. Bonaroti from Caesar. Borgia escaped from his hands, and his tolerant former master, not only did not care about his previous ...... act, and also let Ralph act as a messenger to connect him with Leonardo. Leonardo da Vinci was sent to Brest in Brittany, where it is said that he had a credible protector.

The venerable lady received them quite generously and kindly, and in a seaside town in Brest they had their own dwellings, servants, and money, and if they needed paint, canvas, and marble, they could ask for it, and the only thing that displeased Michelangelo was that he had to live with Leonardo, and he could not go out as he pleased, lest his whereabouts be revealed by the talkative. But the lady said it wouldn't last long.

Michelangelo was an idle man, and he was in Caesar. Borgia's desire to create was suppressed like never before - the Duke was a brutal and tyrannical man, he wanted whatever background he wanted, he wanted what kind of posture he wanted, he wanted what kind of expression, he wanted what kind of expression...... Well, Michelangelo didn't dare to resist, even if the Duke forced him to do the things he hated the most - plagiarism and plagiarism.

As soon as he arrived in Purugverin, his passion for art exploded uncontrollably, especially when Madame Kindness (alas, she was worthy of her name) found him a piece of Carrara white marble as tall as two people.

It took him only one night to draw the sketch, and then he carved it out of the marble day and night.

Just as he was about to finish freeing the handsome young man from the marble, a man walked up behind Michelangelo, who was engrossed, and asked curiously, "Who are you carving?" ”

"David." Michelangelo replied casually.

"It's a real blueprint." The man asked again.

"Well, my benefactor." Michelangelo bent over and continued to work on those few toes.

"His beep isn't that small."

Michelangelo froze, and he looked back card by card, only to see the somewhat unusually leisurely back of Madame Kindness.

Wait, wait! What the hell are you talking about! What are you talking about!!!