The end of Savonarola undoubtedly also announced the end of what he had hoped for, a simple, pure, pious ideal, in which all those who were connected with him could hardly come to an end, and the forgetful plebeians of Florence, after receiving new jobs (lanolin and cashmere), became grateful to the nobles whom they had once hated, brothels and taverns reopened, the lights of the night once again competed with the stars, and the feasts in the various families were one after another. Caesar and Giulio were indisputably the most distinguished guests. Flowers and perfumes were thrown on their paths, velvet and satin were laid on their chairs, and the room was filled with expensive and chic gifts, and Caesar was presented with a gold laurel wreath set with dewdrop-like diamonds, which was so much to Caesar's heart that he wore not only at the banquet in the evening, but also the ancient Roman costume - a dark purple toga to set it off.

"Isn't this a living Augustus. Caesar? The host of the banquet, Carboni, exclaimed, and the people around him immediately chimed in, and here they were not referring to Caesar, who had been assassinated on the steps. Julius. Caesar, but the former's nephew, Sun Gaius. Octavian. Turinus, the latter revered as Augustus. Caesar, meaning the great Caesar, although he did not wear the crown of emperor, but in fact he was already the de facto sole ruler of the most powerful empire in the world at that time, which was used by later Roman emperors as "Augustus. The name "Caesar" can be glimpsed.

It was certainly a pleasure to call this ambitious bastard Caesar by the name of Caesar, and Cardinal Borgia moved the golden cup to his lips to hide his smile, and for the first time he enjoyed the unique feeling of reverence that his father enjoyed, where everyone's emotions rose and fell with his joy and anger, their eyes fixed on his every move, their ears sideways listening to his chuckle or a sigh, they were not ready to eat, and they were restless in their sleep, Day and night he pondered his thoughts, running around in order to fulfill his wishes, exhausting his mental strength.

When a wealthy woollen merchant heard Carbony say this, he stood up and raised his glass: "Such a young and handsome, valiant and wise Majesty," and he said, "how can he not be accompanied by the goddess of love?" ”

Everyone burst into laughter, Carboni was not the kind of narrow-minded person, and he didn't mind others stealing his limelight at all, so he immediately picked up and asked, "If you say so, we must have expected the God of Love to come down at this mortal banquet." ”

The merchant bowed first to the host of the banquet, Carbony, and then to Caesar, and after receiving permission, he made a gesture to silence the band, and the people looked curiously, wanting to be the first to see the "goddess of love" coming, but they were all wrong, and as the silk canopy of the banquet opened to both sides, hundreds of pounds of rose petals poured down like a torrential rain, and a graceful figure slowly fell like a true goddess of love—and landed at Caesar's long table.

It was an undoubted beauty, but in Italy during this period, there were not a few beauties, not to mention that Caesar also had a sister Lucrecia who was famous for her beauty throughout Europe, but someone called out her name, "Turia!" ”

Turia smiled, with her long flaxen hair and navy blue eyes, fair skin, and a plump figure, but she was admired not only because of her looks, but also because she had a literary literacy that most women and a few men at that time were seriously lacking, and she was able to read and write not only in Latin, but also in Latin for long poems, just as now, she not only dedicated herself, but also dedicated a moving poem to praise Caesar's might, glory and extraordinary.

Caesar had no reason to refuse this fragrant compliment, and after the feast, he glanced at Julio, and took Turia back to his room, and there was no need to say much about the night, and in the early morning, before the fog had lifted, Julio unexpectedly saw Turia in the courtyard, and the prostitute was obviously a little flustered, after all, after an all-night feast and an all-night of pleasure, few people could get up so early, and Julio ordered the soldiers to detain her, and then went to see Caesar. Caesar had not been assassinated, he was unharmed, except for a slight headache, so why did Turia leave his side so abruptly, after all, prostitutes usually try to demand as much money as possible from their benefactors. But Turia explained that she was just a little unwell and wanted to leave early, because it was a slightly rude gesture, so she would say goodbye without saying goodbye. As she had said this, Caesar and Julio had not been able to find any weapons or poisons, and the next day, after Caesar was sure that he was in good health, he released Turia, who was no ordinary prostitute.

Tulia quickly left Florence, and she was never seen again, not including the Assassin who was waiting in the agreed place, rope and dagger ready to finish.

"She's a smart woman." When the Assassin reported the defeat to his master, his master laughed instead of being angry, and he gave Turia a sizable advance and an even more astonishing final payment, but Turia did not come to take it, and she did not know where to flee while the Assassin waited for her.

But there was only so much Turia knew, and the man wasn't worried about anyone tracking him down and finding his master, and ...... The weapon they used this time was not a dagger or a poison.

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Caesar returned to Rome and his palace by the Silver Lake, but with his return, the small Garden of Eden became more and more unsettled.

Lucretia was awakened by a terrible cry before dawn, she jumped up from the bed, grabbed a small dagger, bent down in front of the window, hid behind the suitcase, and listened to the movement outside - if it was from the enemy's attack, then holding a candle was undoubtedly a target for the enemy, but this was the darkest time, in the fifteenth century, when there was no artificial light, it was difficult for even nobles who did not lack meat and eggs to see at night, Lucrea waited quietly for a while, When the second wail sounded, she relaxed her shoulders slightly, from her sister-in-law, Juan's wife, Mary, with anger and sorrow in it—not an enemy, or rather, only an enemy of Mary—Juan.

In this century, it is not uncommon and dishonorable for men to beat women, after all, more than two hundred years later, the great playwright Shakespeare still believes that it is a commendable act to force a woman into obedience with both physical and mental violence, Juan has a bad nature, coupled with the unlimited favor and doting of his father, Pope Alexander VI, and he himself knows very well that after removing the status of the Pope's illegitimate son, he can be said to be useless, especially Caesar- Under extremely unfavorable conditions (after all, it was almost a word of Savonarola in Florence), Caesar in just a few days easily destroyed the arrogant and ignorant pagan who did not respect the Holy Father, nay, not only physically, but also in his soul and reputation, and now Savonarola is only considered to be a sinister scoundrel, a despicable thief, a devil who devours children, whose sect refused to recognize him as their priest, and whose books were burned, His followers were either swaying on the gallows or into the murky rivers, and all traces of him were erased, and if Savonarola's soul were still wandering the world, it would be filled with remorse and pain. This pleased Pope Alexander VI, who welcomed the return of his eldest son with enthusiasm, gave him glory and power, and now everyone knows that in the sanctuary of Rome, apart from Pope Alexander VI, was the young Cardinal Caesar.

According to Alexander VI's idea, the direction of Caesar and Juan's development direction is like two roads stretching to the left and right, and no one can hinder anyone, but unfortunately his two children do not think so, Caesar is certainly eyeing Juan's position under him, Juan is also full of jealousy and hatred for Caesar, he is jealous that Caesar is more handsome than him, taller than him, braver than him, smarter than him, he disdains Caesar in front of people, but after people he knows very well that Caesar is indeed several times better than him, He was able to become the commander of the church army only because Alexander VI wanted Caesar to succeed him as pope, and this emotion caused him to constantly cycle through inferiority and arrogance, like tormenting in lava and ice caves, and it is conceivable that he almost went crazy with anger when he found out that his wife Mary was having an affair with Caesar.

Alexander VI was still in Rome, Juan did not dare to face Caesar directly, he vented all his anger on his unchaste wife, he bit her with his teeth, scratched her with his nails, hammered her with his fists, kicked her with his feet, at first Mary just curled up and held her head and face to endure, but when her child rushed in to protect his mother, Juan drew his short sword.

When Lucres saw her sister-in-law outside Caesar's door, she could barely recognize that the woman who looked even more hideous in the flickering candlelight was the woman she was familiar with, even if not comparable to Lucrea, who was still beautiful and was familiar to her, with a fainting child in her arms, banging desperately on Caesar's door, while Juan, who was flushed, grabbed her by the hair, pulled her to the ground, and raised her weapon aloft.

Lucrecia shouted Juan's name, Juan hesitated, and just as he hesitated, Maria suddenly broke free from his shackles, and took the child to crawl out of the gap in the corridor railing, and escaped into the darkness of the courtyard, at the last moment, what neither Juan nor Luclecia noticed was that Maria still looked back at Caesar's door, but when she found that the door was still closed, her heart was as if it had been melted in the fire by a blacksmith for seven days and seven nights and then thrown into ice water, From fiery softness to cold and hard all at once.

Caesar leaned against the door, naked, he had been suffering from a low-grade fever for the past few days, but this was not the reason why he did not go out, he was never afraid of the incompetent Juan, but he did not want Lucrecia to see the ugly acne and blisters on his body - they started from the symbol of the man, and spread to the armpits, chest and fingers, like red eyes, emitting a foul smell, according to the doctor's instructions, he went out less, did not wear clothes in the room, soaked in olive oil for a long time.

He was infected with syphilis.