Joshua's vision was blurry and uncertain, but he could faintly see a dark shadow prostrate on his body, pressing against his chest, and kissing his lips continuously, and if his sanity had not returned, he would have thought that he had met a devil who was said to be a hawler of the kind of devil that adult monks often encountered, who would rob the human energies and make them weak, tired, and eventually die—but he could also clearly feel that his lungs were swelling again. He let out a loud sigh and greedily sucked up the perpetually damp and chilly air from the catacombs. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"He ......" Joshua heard a man ask, but the voice was too far away from him for him to tell who it belonged to.

"He lived." It was another voice, but Joshua could distinguish it, because it was a child's voice, and in this convent there were only two children, one was himself, and the other was Julio, who had just arrived last night. Advance. Giuliano. Morality. Medici.

Julio jumped off Joshua's body, Caesar held a candle in one hand and grabbed his arm with the other to prevent him from falling, only then did he realize that the black hair on Julio's forehead had clung to his skin, and there was a little tiredness and uneasiness in his eyes, which calmed Father Valencia, who was obviously much easier to deal with than a devil anyway.

By this time, the monks, the priests, and the priests, who had heard the loud noise, had rushed in, almost all of them naked, except for a few ascetics wrapped in crude robes woven with nettles, and each armed with a holy weapon, a cross, and a weapon—a match that was not in place in this day and age, for robbers and lords sometimes did not care whether they were plundering the Lord's earthly dwellings, which is why the Bishop of Picromini still had to carry no more than a dozen strong acolytes on the pilgrimage.

and, the appearance of the naked body, which is extremely unsightly but can almost be described as magnificent, is also inextricably linked to this age—in a time when a long undergarment could be solemnly passed on as a precious legacy for generations, whether it was a commoner who was hungry and cold, and whose family was in vain, or a duke who was fat and hungry, they were accustomed to take off all their clothes while enjoying the comfort of sleep—yes, children, old people, men, women, This may also be the reason why bed bugs and fleas have been able to run wildly, after all, there is an incomparably rich, unhindered feast to enjoy every day.

Bishops of Perugia and Picromini arrived belatedly, but as soon as they arrived, they took control of the whole chaos, and in a moment the resting place of the saints returned to its original calm, and several monks were left to clean and scrub, but looking at the axes and daggers they wielded, it was clear that more than dust, it was the villains who might be hiding in the mausoleum.

Joshua was placed in a sacred room where a pious monk had died, and before he died, he asked to have a cross painted on the ground with white ash, and then asked his brothers to put him on the cross - a noble act. There are already monks who have gone to look for the ashes, and if their little brother dies, they also hope that he will be completely redeemed and rested like the older brother before him.

Of course, there are angels and there are demons. Other monks insisted that Joshua did not need to go to heaven for the time being, and they snatched holy oil, holy water, and crosses from the hands of the previous group, as well as strange holy objects and amulets, ash and hammers, candles, and awls...... But they began to quarrel and shove again as to how to heal him—Giulio listened with an open eye, and found that they could be roughly divided into three categories, the first of which belonged to the conservatives, that is, they anointed Joshua with holy oil and water, and made him touch the holy things, and prepared prayers and masses day and night, and as for the bleeding wound, alas, it will heal itself when the Holy One has mercy; The second group belongs to the activists, and although they cannot express disdain or disagreement with the first, they agree that the Franciscans prefer to favor those who are willing to make an effort for themselves and others, that it is necessary to stop the bleeding, and that their way of dealing with it is - bloodletting. Seeing this, Giulio could barely keep a smile on his face, but the monks said in no uncertain terms that the wound on his neck was bleeding good blood, and that they should make a cut in a more suitable place to let the bad blood out. Just as Giulio watched in amazement as they passed with an awl and a knife...... Lord, he didn't even understand why there were awls here.

"Wait," he said in a whisper, but still audible voice, "Shouldn't you observe the stars before you bleed?" "Yes, in addition to knowing the patient's age and gender, bloodletting also needs to observe his symptoms, and only by considering the location, season, and climate can we decide where to cut the wound and how much to put it, and whether to use a knife or a leech...... Some of the more important positions also need to be in line with the direction of the constellation at that time.

The monk closest to Joshua paused, and then immediately recited the name of St. Francis three times in succession with a serious expression: "The devil must have caught my hand." He said to those around him, and then nodded kindly and gratefully to Giulio, and jerked away the shriveled or plump pile of flesh, and rushed out of the room—hoping he wouldn't twist his foot as he climbed onto the roof, Giulio prayed less heartily.

But the devil apparently did not let go of his prey so easily, and at last several monks crowded to Joshua's bedside, and they took the bladder of an ox, the glass bottle, and the funnel that looked like a trumpet, and then they ignored the bleeding wound and went straight to Joshua's ...... Buttocks. Oh, and by the way, that's one of the most popular forms of medical and health care right now.

"Here comes the potion!" An assistant priest shouted, and the monks respectfully gave way to him, you know, the concoction of the ** potion is not everyone's ability, this is also a craft that can be passed on, but what Giulio saw was a large vat of muddy potion that exuded a fishy and bitter smell, and the amount was so large that an elephant could drink it full.

No, Julio said to himself, I can't save you, Joshua.

It was Bishop Picromini who finally put an end to the farce, and when the tall and thin servant of God walked towards the wounded with a gloomy face, no one dared to show his piety and knowledge in front of him, and Bishop Perugia followed behind him, waving his hands silently, as if he were driving a flock of ducks, driving out all but Joshua and Bishop Picromini, and before leaving, Father Valencia heard Bishop Picromini instructing his disciples to prepare a soup of belladonna and mandala.

He subconsciously looked at the little Medici, who was being carried away by the goldsmith priest, and the title of wizard passed through his quick mind, and he grabbed it, and kept it in a hidden place.

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Belladonna is a dangerous purple-black fruit, and many stepmothers who don't want their ex-wife's children to inherit their father's domain or gold coins will give him a plate of gooseberries mixed with just a few belladonna to solve all the troubles. But if done properly, they can also be life-saving medicines, such as the shriveled fruits that Bishop Picromini kept in his bag, and when he drank unclean water or ate expired food because of the cold (which is a very normal thing), he would take a few and put them in hot soup for the patient to drink, which would stop vomiting and diarrhea.

However, he now uses belladonna to enhance the breathing of the injured and to produce an anesthetic effect.

Bishop Picomini's eyes widened as he brought out the needle and the thread, and he involuntarily recited the scriptures, clutching his cross tightly with one hand.

"I'm just going to stitch up the wound," said Bishop Picromini impatiently, "but instead of stirring in a cauldron or flying into the sky on a fire stick, why should you act like a demon is going to jump out and drag you down to hell at any moment?" ”

"But I have seen it in books," said the Bishop of Perugia, probing his head - on the one hand, curious to see how the wound was sewn up, and on the other hand trembling uncontrollably: "Some wizards will sew the heads of decapitated thieves to their shoulders, and then order the dead to stand up and do what they command. ”

"In college, I said you should read less illustrated manuscripts that don't work." Bishop Picromini said, without raising his head, "or I will go away at once, lest my dear little brother die in the misfortune of the horrors of ignorance." ”

"There is no mention in the holy book that human wounds can be sutured with silk threads." Bishop Perugia muttered softly, but he only moved his chair to the door, against the door, and assumed the duties of disciple - Bishop Picromini was here for whom, Bishop Perugia never knew more - his brother, though strict by nature and odd temper, was a good man of high and gentle manner, which is why he wanted Bishop Picromini to return to Rome, he needed allies, and above all would not betray or betray him easily.

"I guess this kid has a last name worth exploring." Bishop Picromini said, "Don't tell me that the Assassins in Lovere just mistook him and Father Valencia. ”

The bishop of Perugia suddenly became sad: "His surname is Lovere. He paused: "That's that Juliano. Della. Lovere. ”

Bishop Picromini's hand slowed as he looked at the child, the place full of tumors hidden in the darkness where candlelight could not reach, and the exposed part made him look as bright as a newborn gem, "His son? ”

Juliano. Della. Lovere had been dressed in red for years, but the popes had dozens of illegitimate children, and it wasn't a big deal for the bishop to have one or two, but the child's face could easily be mistaken for the mark of the devil - if it were a woman, a black mole on her face would be accused of being a witch, and his presence was not insignificant.

"When did he get here?"

"When I was very young," said Bishop Perugia, "I first met him as an infant. ”

"That's what he was like when he came here?"

"No, not that severe, just a little redness and bump." Bishop Perugia lamented that perhaps Lovere had pinned his hopes on the herbs of Assisi and the protection of the saint Francis, but it backfired, and Joshua's face would have caused the most calm monks to scream before he was three years old, and by the time he was four years old, the monks had to get a mask to cover his face, because the people in the neighborhood were already rumored to be breeding a devil in the convent of St. Francis.

Bishop Picromini cut the threads short, then sprinkled some elderash mixed with wood powder over the wound. He didn't need to go any further, the outline of the truth was already looming.

Abraham is praised by all, but how many are as confident as God's agents on earth before the cruel trial? And God did not ask Lovere to sacrifice his son, he may have had a faint hope when he sent little Joshua to Assisi, even if things eventually tilted in his unwanted direction, he still allowed little Joshua to study in the convent of St. Francis, perhaps, the latter will never be able to leave the convent, can not leave the mask, but as an ordinary monk who has never entered the priesthood, he can still live this life in peace and security, food and clothing, maybe this is the last mercy of the father for his son.

But in Giuliano. Della. When Lovere was still one step away from the papal throne, perhaps as if the devil was whispering in his ear, it may have occurred to him for a moment that he had a son who could be accused of being an apostle of the devil at any moment, and Bishop Picromini did not know if he had hesitated or suffered, but in any case, he had made a decision, and that decision was what they saw.

He sent the Assassins of his family to avert the scourge left by a moment of mercy.