"Long live Clement VII!"

"Long live Clement VII!!"

"Long live Clement VII!!"

Amid the unanimous shouts of the Roman pope, the new pope appeared on the blessed balcony of St. Peter's Basilica, this pope is only thirty-three years old, it is a good time for him to be in the prime of life, and he has won the support of the Romans when he is archbishop and cardinal, although every pope appears is surrounded by the cheers of the people, but there is absolutely nothing more sincere than this time - everyone is crying so selflessly that it is impossible to stop, Cheers of joy and anticipation shook St. Peter's Square, and throughout Rome, and many fainted and joined in, and their frenzy made many suspicious people turn blue.

When the pope, wearing a triple crown and heavy clothing, left St. Peter's Basilica and went to the Lateran Palace, without the help of his attendants, he easily stepped on a flight of steps, this horse is a descendant of the "Golden Bird" and the "Silver Foot", this is three years old, which is also the age of strong health, even taller than his grandfather "Golden Bird", his mane shines in the sun like a scattered silk thread, not like a living creature, but like silver mixed with gold, it is unusually untamed in the hands of the priest who holds it, Clement VII just flicked it with his hand, and it fell silent.

The people were still shouting, but as the papal procession slowly moved forward, they gradually fell silent—what a beautiful and rare sight it was, and perhaps they would never have seen it more moving in their lives—at the foreground were the papal guards in silver cuirasses and colorful tunics, striped leggings, and halberds, and behind the guards were the clergy with incense burners, holding papal crosses, holding scriptures and various holy relics, and the clergy surrounded the cardinals, The cardinals surrounded the new pope, dressed in white woollen vestments, and a magnificent cloak of sanctity, embroidered with gold and silver, which, needless to say, and with the holy belt, were adorned with diamonds as dense as the stars in the clear sky, and the diamonds shimmered with tiny fires, which even illuminated the beautiful countenance, making it appear in the gentle light of the first dawn a holy color like an angel, a brilliance that the triple crown of pearls and gems could not capture.

How gentle and merciful were the eyes that were more golden than they looked upon them, and where they fell, the people knelt down like ears of wheat blown by the breeze, and they bowed down in submission to the new Pope, asking for his blessing and blessing.

Gamarelli, who followed the procession at the end of the procession, was very proud, after all, every piece of clothing worn by their new pope was made by him and his sons, and he began to work for Giulio before the results of the pope's election were known. The Medici prepared six vestments for the pope, as well as the long white garments and accessories inside, but unfortunately the new pope ended up wearing one of the white vestments of Christ that his teacher Pius III had prepared for him years earlier - but that was also his craft, but unfortunately over time, the white wool would also turn slightly yellow like silk, not to mention him, even the cardinals were begging their pope to change into a new vestment, but it was not Clement VII who could be persuaded by them.

In the end, what made the cardinals take a step back was the sacred cloak presented by Gamarelli, this cloak was so perfect that a cardinal secretly asked Gamarelli, how many diamonds did it use? Gamarelli told him that there were sixteen finger-sized ones, one hundred and fifty beans, and more than two hundred grains of wheat, but even the smallest ones were clean and bright, and the cardinal could not help exclaiming, "What a rich man the Medici are!" He said.

"Not really." Gamarelli couldn't help but retort that he had been hiding this secret for seven whole years: "Just the Venerable Pope, the diamond that Pius III left with me. ”

The cardinal's eyes fell silent with a complicated expression.

It is precisely because of this that Giulio. The Medici, that is, Clement VII, would allow the cardinals to drape this extravagant sacred cloak over themselves - he knew what Pius III thought, because he could not be sure when Giulio would become pope, and as he predicted, the wool and silk vestments that had been prepared in advance so that he could "see" them with his own eyes would change color in a few years, the question was, even so, Giulio would have insisted on wearing them, but how could he be willing to let his most beloved children wear old clothes at this time?

He gave Gamarelli, the tailor he trusted, a box of diamonds of great value, and Gamarelli lived up to his expectations, and he worked on the cloak for three years, and while the cardinals were still in the Sistine Chapel, he and his sons (all good and devoted children) worked day and night to put the finishing touches on the sacred cloak, and not a single of the diamonds that Pius III gave him was hidden or wasted by him, and all of them were delicately gilted and sewn firmly on the cloak and the holy belt.

His hard work was not in vain, and every moment of Clement VII's walk on earth was surrounded by brilliant holy light.

The people looked up in awe at this miraculous sight, some could not help but weep, and when the procession reached the Pont Sant'Angelo, the pagan representatives knelt respectfully before the procession, and although everyone knew that it was only an established procedure, they could not contain the cheers again, and Clement VII did not dismount, and the priest beside him, Prospero, who had performed the confession for him. Colonna stepped forward and returned the Scriptures on his behalf, but the Pope allowed the pagans to continue their lives in the land of Christ.

The representatives of the infidels were accommodated, gratitatively stepped aside, and the procession went on.

So, when a black-clad ascetic appeared on the other side of the Pont Sant'Angelo, following the pagan representatives, the people were a little confused, but what he was holding in his hand was indeed the Bible, two seemingly identical, huge and heavy Bibles—Prospero turned to look at the Pope and saw that he had dismounted lightly—and it was not an easy task when he wore a triple crown and layers of vestments.

But it is also a matter of reason, this is not a pagan book, but a letter from God to the faithful, and Clement VII dismounted, took off the triple crown, went to the ascetic, bowed his head with great humility, and asked: "This strange brother, did the Lord ask you to tell me something?" ”

The ascetic had a taller body than Clemment VII, his skin was dark, his muscles were as steel, and the two heavy Bibles were nothing to him, and he held them firmly, as if he were holding two deadly weapons—and instead of answering Giulio's question, he said in his hoarse voice: "The flood...... And it came to pass after the flood, that the sons of Noah fell to the earth, and they set up again an innumerable nation, and then there was only one language in all the land, and they said the same thing, and when they came to the east, they saw a plain called Shinar, and they dwelt there, and they consulted among themselves, saying, Come, let us burn some bricks, and build a city, and then we will build a tower that rises into the sky, that we may proclaim our name, and that we may not be scattered again from place to place.

So they did so, and when they saw it, they said that they were of the same blood, and that they had the same language, so that they could do such a great work, and when they were done, there would be nothing in the world to hinder them, so he confounded their language, so that they could not continue to communicate.

And the sons of Noah were scattered everywhere, and they could no longer build towers like that. “

At first he stumbled because he had not used his tongue for a long time, but at last he became very fluent, and when he had finished, he looked at the young Pope and asked: "Why, then, do you rebel against the will of the Lord and make people all say the same thing?" ”

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Pierrot. The Medici, or, in the words of the monks, the brother Matu, had been tormenting on this island for eight years, and he himself did not know that he could be so resilient and able to endure such a long torment, and perhaps it was the hatred of the traitors and traitors that kept him going, and even then he was almost running out of oil—he had been pampered in his youth, and even more so when he came to power, and his pleasures, laziness, wine and sweets had destroyed his good foundations, When he arrived in this damp prison, the Medici tradition of "gout" also fell on him, and the monks were constantly required to fast, and the food he could get was either shabby dry bread, water, or fish soup (which made his gout worse), and for the few days when he did not have to fast, they were only given some fat and dried meat, and without expensive spices, they tasted like undried and sun-dried dung.

Truth be told, Constine and the Medici, and Joe were originally Pierrot. The monastery chosen by the Medici was not the most demanding, after all, the Benedictine monks did not think that the ascetic monks had to torture the fragile body for a long time until they were exhausted, they allowed the monks to pray or copy the scriptures in their rooms during the hottest and coldest times, and only to work outside when the climate was more suitable. The Medici, the one who did not come to serve God by his own vows...... The monk, the abbot of the abbey, was very tolerant of him for the Medici family's sake, and even if he was always cursed or unwilling to work, he let him go, and by Pierrot's side he arranged for a monk who he considered the most rigid and pious, who could help Pierrot in times of need, but also acted as a supervisor, lest Pierrot be spared. The Medici was embarrassed to appear where he shouldn't.

Pierrot certainly wouldn't thank him, not only no, but even one more name was added to the curse list.

What can the abbot do? It's not that he forgives him with a smile - fortunately, after three or four years, maybe he found that he really had no hope of getting out of here, Pierrot. The Medici suddenly became quiet, nay, not only quiet, but he even became religious, he no longer lacked schoolwork (whether praying or toil), he no longer complained, he accepted the name of Matu, and, perhaps under the influence of the ascetic beside him, he also began to put on coarse linen underwear, to wrap thorny thorns around his thighs, and to repeatedly draw crosses with sharp shells on the backs of his hands.

The wounds healed and were torn, and the erosion of dust and sea salt made it difficult for the Madhu brothers to bend freely in the end.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with it, and when the monks asked, he only said that he wanted to atone for his previous mistakes.

The abbot was a calm and calm man, and he could not say that he did not believe that their brothers were really without intentions, but he waited for a long time, and Matu did not make any requests such as wanting to leave the island, or to communicate with people, or to communicate, and even if he heard that the monks of the monastery had accepted a commission to call Giulio in the dialect of Tuscany. The Medici cardinal translated a Bible and did not make any suspicious moves.

However, the ascetic who had been with him asked the abbot for the work of sending the translated Bible to Rome, and the abbot thought that Matu had deliberately transferred the stubborn guard, so when he was gone, he let the other two monks live with him.

But today he heard that Madok was dying.

The dean hurried to Mato's room, where there was already a charcoal cross on the floor, and Matok was lying on the ground, his hands and feet were arranged in large characters like Jesus Christ, his eyes were closed, but when he saw the dean coming, he opened his eyes, and the dean was condescending, facing the eyes full of guilt, and he could not help but shiver.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" The dean asked.

I don't want to die, Maddo said in his heart, but he could also hear the relief in the dean's heart, he was also a troublesome prisoner to the dean, maybe the dean had long expected his death, like his blood relatives in Florence with Rome, but he didn't want to die, he was only forty years old, and he hadn't seen it, he hadn't seen it......

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The people gradually fell silent because of the confusion.

The ascetic must have been arranged, the cardinals thought to themselves, but now it seemed that something had gone wrong in the Medici's plan, and they would have liked to see the new pope's jokes, but the eccentric monk also made them uncomfortable.

"Answer me, Holy Father." The ascetic said.

Clement VII narrowed his eyes slightly, why had the Church never allowed the circulation of Bibles in non-Latin languages before? Quite simply, because the power and qualification to interpret the Bible has always been in the hands of every church person, some of them out of selfish motives, and some, like the ascetic in front of him, may have come out of devotion to the faith, because the only thing that cannot be grasped is the human mind, and when people have no access to the Bible, they can only listen to the priests, but if they can also have a Bible that they can read, then they can make their own interpretations, which may come from pure souls. It could also come from ......

"Devil," the ascetic whispered, "you have deceived all men!" ”

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