The previous chapter has a thousand words to add.

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The hind hooves of the Pope's mount kicked countless tiny rubbles on the stone slabs of the Ponte Sant'Angelo, but he could not move, and John dropped the scriptures, grasped the horse's front hooves firmly, shrugged his shoulders, and with a beastly scream, and a heavy crash - John wrenched the demon-raised horse to the ground, and the whole bridge trembled.

Ai Inias. Picomini, the youngest son of Picomini's family, he is only twelve years old this year, but he was designated as the captain of the Papal Guard, he knew that this was just Clement VII's return to the Picrominian family, and the two brothers above him were too unscrupulous, so he was extremely humble from the beginning, even if some ill-intentioned people always deliberately mention those Cadiz when they come and go, everyone knows that they are the center of gravity of the Papal Guard, and they are the most popular with Julio. The one that the Medici trusted.

The young man with the same name as Pius II didn't care about this at all, although people at this time also had close friends or cooperative companions, but when it came to trust, there was no more than blood relatives, and then in-laws or others.

If it weren't for Julio. The Medici left Florence while still in infancy and were given to Cardinal Picromini as a mortgage or hostage. Medici's selfishness, with Pierrot. The Medici's jealousy was tantamount to abandoning Giulio. Medici, this honor may not be awarded to the Picromini family.

But they were not cardinals Picromini like fathers to the Medici, and in that case, the Medici preferred to believe that he had saved him, and that the Cadiz, who regarded him as a living saint, had nothing to worry about.

And Brother John also let him spend some time with the latter as an acolyte, what to say, Giulio. The Medici were not unsympathetic people, and although this was a rare occurrence in this day and age, and some considered it a boring and weak quality, for the Picrominis, such a good person was the one they were willing to give to - after all, it was Giulio who depended on them. The Medici had a deep affection for Cardinal Picromini and a sense of justice, otherwise his father would not have been ruthless in banishing his two adult sons.

And he's only twelve years old now, after all.

It's just that at such a moment, age is no longer a reason to shirk, Clement VII let him walk at the front of the line, and Ainhos has his own responsibility, when the accident happened, he was the first to wake up and direct the guards forward, but his strength was not enough, he did not face the giant - and avoided the fatal blow, and then he did not indulge the fear in his heart, blindly hiding behind people, but always looking for opportunities.

When John overturned the Pope's mount and rose to his feet amid the frightened shouts of the people, Aynias gave an order, and the staples gathered around him, as well as some of the children of the family who followed the procession, raised their crossbows.

Sharp bolts rained down on Johan's body, and his eyes widened in rage, and a roar welled up from his throat like a wounded beast...... Now he looked like an upright porcupine, but he didn't fall, he didn't retreat, he even pulled out a crossbow bolt stuck in his eye, threw it on the ground, and then continued to take a step forward.

Two steps.

The few people who wanted to confront him could barely move as soon as they came into contact with the sight of the only remaining eye, it was a devil!

Either it's a saint, and some people think so in their hearts.

The black-clad monk and Clement VII were only within walking distance, and only Aiinhas was between them, and before Aienias could make his final decision, a hand was placed on his shoulder and gently pushed him away.

One-step.

John raised his fist, and even without the scriptures, he could destroy this evil scourge with his own power!

Julio. The Medici's left hand disappeared into the sacred cloak, and after passing over the holy white garment of Christ, and the long woollen undergarment, he touched his trousers—on which the cardinals may have disagreed, but they must have objected to something that should not have been on the pope.

A short-handled musket fastened to the side of the leg with a leather sleeve.

It was pulled out smoothly, and then let out a thunderous roar.

The projectile went through the socket of John's missing eyeball and out the back of his head, leaving a large hole.

The giant fell to the ground suddenly, his eyes still open, and after a few seconds he finally lost his brilliance - blood ran down his rough short hair, soaked through his black clothes, and formed a meandering stream on the deck of the Pont Sant'Angelo.

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"It's so much fun!" Far away in London, Henry VIII struck the armrest of his chair with his fist with regret, and the young king, now twenty years old, laughed when he heard what had happened in Rome, but unfortunately he was not able to witness it with his own eyes: "You are to blame," he said affectionately to Thomas. Wolsey, court priest and bishop of Lincoln, said: "If you had not kept urging me, I would have stayed in Rome, so that I would not have missed this amazing scene." ”

"Please be more restrained," said Thomas, reluctantly, for a true minister of the Church after putting on the bishop's vestment, and of course he was loyal to Henry VIII, but on the surface he wanted to at least maintain respect for the Church: "People would think you would be happy to see the Pope assassinated." ”

"I don't have such thoughts." Henry VIII said that he was still laughing, but the smile had faded a little: "Just think that the last time a baby fell out of the papal robe, this time it was a musket that fell out of the papal robe, don't you find it funny, dear Thomas?" ”

"I said that the so-called Pope Joan was all made up by a Polish Dominican monk."

"Who knows? But you do have this procedure to check the Pope's balls......"

"That's because we're more focused on the steadfastness of the will than on the use of mutilated limbs to ensure our own integrity." Thomas said.

"But the musket that fell out of the papal robe is real," said Henry VIII, touching his chin with thin stubble, "No, don't look at me like that, I don't mean anything else, I just think such a pope is interesting, and I should have found a reason to talk to him when I was in Rome." ”

"There will be a chance," said Thomas, "that the Pope is said not to have the heart of the Holy Roman Empire and France, and that he will need a strong king as an ally." ”

"I hope so," said Henry VIII, "but what interests me more is that this pope may be the next Sixtus, as I have heard from the mountain longbowmen, that when he was a cardinal, he knew how to fight, and that he had a city of his own, and that he had his own, I mean, not a church, nor a family, but an army of his own. ”

"Wouldn't that be nice?" "The more ambitious he is, the more enemies he will have, but we can always be friends with him," Thomas said. ”

Henry VIII pouted, the battle for power between England and the Church was no less than on the continent of Europa, but the pope obviously valued Italy more, England could not raise any doubt about the ownership of any part of Italy for the time being, but whether it was Spain, or the Holy Roman Empire, or France, they were all greedy for Milan or Naples - and the Medici pope, his youngest brother and Forlì's she-wolf, Caterina. Sforza's only daughter married, and kept Princess Navarre and Borgia's daughter Louise. Borgia made Ferdinand, the second son of Queen Juana I of Spain, his student, and he could be seen in Spain, the Holy Roman Empire, or France's wars or conspiracies against Italy, and with Cadiz, Lucca and Florence, he built the so-called Tuscan defense system - to say that he had no intention of Italy, Henry VIII knew that it was impossible even if he thought with his toes.

But it was because of this ambition that England was able to gain the upper hand in the open and secret struggle with the Church.

Speaking of which, there is indeed nothing bad about it, Henry VIII thought in his heart that England now has nothing to ask for the Church, but Clement VII still hopes for his help, then the rest of the matter will be much easier to talk about.

"Then that's it," Henry VIII decided: "Write me a letter, um...... Don't get into too much formality just yet, I don't think he will be happy right now, and we'll talk about it when it's calmed down - but make a kind gesture and make him more willing to get closer to us. ”

Thomas. Wolsey bowed his head and signed his name on the letter, and stamped his personal seal, and the King of England waved his hand listlessly, and turned to go to the queen's bedchamber, and since the queen had lost her child, Henry VIII had shown little interest in her, but he also knew that he had to have an heir, a boy from the queen's womb.

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"So my saint is safe and sound?"

"He's all right." Said Cardinal Cisneros.

He raised his head and looked carefully at Juana I, who sat on the throne, he had betrayed his mistress, but he did not think that he had done anything wrong, Juanna I's madness had left too much impression on him, and that she was again a woman, madly infatuated with Giulio, the living saint in her mouth. The Medici, he suspected that she might have betrayed Spain because of her natural weakness and desire, and that his interests were understandable, but since leaving Spain, he was shocked to find that his previous knowledge might have been wrong.

Juana I may have indeed brought Giulio. The Medici regarded it as his own faith, but like all rulers, their faith could be weighed on the scales repeatedly, and the Medici, as he thought, was just a naïve man who rose to the throne by virtue of his skirt, and Juana took advantage of him, and he reciprocated with no mercy - he allowed Juana I to remain on the throne of Spain, but he did not mind pulling her down when necessary, and he coerced her to make his second son Prince of Asturias, took the throne of her eldest son, Charlie, but he didn't mind letting Cisneros return to Toledo if Prince Charles was willing to submit to him.

Both he and Charlie are a living reminder to Juana I that he is not without choice.

Juana I was dressed in black, veiled, and her delicate face loomed, but everyone knew that the heart of this female ruler was not as soft as she appeared, and General Gonzalo was loyal first to her mother, and then to her, in the rebellion planned by Cardinal Cisneros and Prince Charles, if it were not for this Duke of Terranova, Juana I's best outcome would have been to spend a lonely and miserable life in a convent.

It can be said that it was Gonzalo who took her scepter back from Prince Charles's hands and put it back in her hands.

But as soon as she returned to Toledo, she no longer allowed Gonzalo to leave her side, called Grace, as surveillance, even though in the later Battle of Ravenna, Spain had a clear covenant with the Church, stipulating that General Gonzalo should be the commander of the Spanish and Church armies, she still let General Gonzalo break his leg and let a mediocre Raymond. Morality. Cardona took his place. Cardinal Cisneros heard that in the Battle of Ravenna, if it weren't for Giulio. The army sent by the Medici, Cardona made a mistake enough to bury all the soldiers of the Holy Alliance.

And why did she do it, and it wasn't because Gonzalo and Giulio did. The friendship between the Medici made her suspicious?

Had it not been for the veil, would Cardinal Cisneros really want to see the face of Juana I, is he happy or disappointed?

Anyway, he decided that after leaving here, he would go to Gonzalo's and have a drink with him.

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"Clement VII." The Duchess of Brittany, the Queen of France, said with great joy that she had received the best results, and that Giulio, the Medici, the biological father of her children, became the masters of the whole Christian world.

"Thank God," said Mrs. Kindheart, "even in the face of such a despicable assassination, the Holy Father was not harmed. ”

"The body doesn't." "But the heart doesn't know," said Anne, "and she made a cup of coffee for Mrs. Kindness," "and you may not know that, though he was always calm and open-minded, he was still a little ...... It was one of the most important rituals of his life, but it was interrupted by the Assassins, and he would be very unhappy, and ......"

Mrs. Kindness's arm was seriously injured, and a few years ago, this kind of deep bone injury would have caused fever and then died, but Anne here has a problem with Julio. Medici medicine, she successfully passed the most dangerous moment, but the doctor also said that her arm must have an ugly scar, and she could no longer do some graceful movements—now Mrs. Kindness had some difficulty even holding the coffee cup, so Anne also stuck a reed pipe in the coffee cup.

"What else?" Mrs. Kindness asked curiously.

"From what I know of him, Rome must have been in his hands that day, and this Assassin was in the name of delivering the Scriptures...... Quite possibly, it was he who arranged it himself......" Anne shrugged, "and if so, he would be more than upset, and he would have been furious, I say...... Well, perhaps, a little frustrating. ”

She's right.

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