Julio's soul seemed to have detached from his body, and he knew that he had fainted, and in addition to his sadness, there was also something to be expected.

There are many people who can't cry when their pain is extreme, and they can't vent it, and he also knows that his situation is not right, but it is a critical moment for the pope's election, even if Cardinal Picomini's chances of being elected are far higher than others, but it does not mean that they can sit back and relax, as Cardinal Picomini's eyes and ears outside, he has to spy on their enemies for his teacher, reassure their allies, and win over those families who are still on the move. Not to mention, he was also worried about the chaos and atrocities that always occur when the apostolic seat is vacant, and when he was a child and a teenager, he went through two separate papal elections, and although his protégé kept him from being violated, and he did not witness too many tragic scenes, the blood spots that remained on the pavement, the stone pillars, and the cracks in the wall tiles, the empty and dilapidated dwellings with open doors, and the women and children who were begging and wailing everywhere, provided sufficient evidence.

There were also some people who were confused when Giulio recruited Swiss mercenaries and drew arquebusiers from Florence...... Of course they knew that Rome would be in chaos while the cardinals were trapped in the Sistine Chapel, but so what, every time, but once the pope was chosen, the scars left by the mob would soon be covered up and filled, and no one would want to stay in Rome – and perhaps they would benefit from it – the people were innocent, but what could they do for Picromini? Could their prayers change the greedy minds of the cardinals? Or can their gratitude be turned into the vital ballot in the gilded chalice?

But Julio. The Medici did not want to see such a Rome again, and he believed that his teacher, Cardinal Picromini and later Pius III, would not want to see such a Rome.

Fortunately, it is not difficult for the Medici family to support such a fund expenditure. The Medici, his youngest brother, also asked him if he needed to hire more soldiers—Giulio politely declined, and in a year or two the soldiers who had been drawn from the vagrants would be able to become a force he could trust, unlike the mercenaries of this time, they had fixed dwellings, large camps, regular and sufficient money, and most importantly, monks to teach them, like the three hundred arquebusiers before them, who knew who they would fight for, and why, not by money, but by honor and faith.

At that time, if he has too many mercenaries at his disposal, it will make those who are willing to believe him suspicious, and the mercenaries will be dissatisfied with his bias, so why bother? Three hundred Swiss mercenaries were enough for Rome today - at the Battle of Fornovo, Giulio was very impressed by their prudence, tenacity and fortitude, and if it were not for Julio's use of the artillery dropped by Charles VIII due to the muddy rain and the stupidity of the French, only God may know how the whole battle would have ended.

And he believed that with the boys who had followed him all the way from the Battle of Fornovo to the present day, Rome would not have fallen into that kind of moral, lawless and moral, but he was worried about the others, Ezio and his companions, in Caesar. After Borgia's death, at his request, the Assassins of Assasin returned to Rome to find two very important men for him.

Thinking of this, Julio couldn't help but become anxious...... He still has a lot of things to do!

Roma, Fiorentina, Lucca, Spolete, Lepi, Assisi...... Picromini, Medici, Borgia...... Teachers, relatives, lovers, friends...... They swirled around him like a whirlpool, but when he reached out, he could only catch one.

Julio struggled desperately, looking for an anchor point, he wanted to return to his body, but no matter how hard he tried, his soul still floated around, difficult to grasp—just as Julio was about to scream, a hot, heavy, soft thing fell between his arms, and his weak soul was pulled down ferociously—he was falling, falling...... Just when he almost thought he was going to hell like this......

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"He looks like he's ...... Can't breathe anymore. A voice said.

"Sort of, but wait." Another voice said that Giulio could hear that it was his teacher, now Pope Pius III, speaking. With the last of his strength, he puffed out his chest, took a deep breath, and coughed.

A man approached quickly and "plucked" something from his chest, and Julio struggled to open his eyes, his vision was blurry at first, but he could make out that the person who was rushing at him was none other than his sister Constena. The Medici, he was held tightly in her arms, his cheeks pressed against her plumpness, this kind of childlike treatment made him a little embarrassed, but he didn't need a little strength in his hands and feet.

Immediately afterwards, Constena was dismissed by Pius III without any manners or courtesy, and although he was the Holy See, he examined his disciple's eyes, tongue, and complexion with his own hands to make sure that he was all right.

"Uncle Julio!"

Behind Pius III, another even less respectful creature shouted, and the crisp voice was like a thunderbolt that pierced Giulio's somewhat chaotic thoughts—little Cosimo, who was not strong enough to dispel Pius III, did not do useless work again and again like a child of his age, and after a little observation of the "enemy situation" and "battlefield", he quickly bypassed the Holy Father, attacked from the other side of the bed, and captured Giulio's empty arm in the blink of an eye.

Born in February 1498, he is 6 years old this year, the same age as Giulio who Picromini, who was still bishop at the time, wrapped in a cloak and brought to Assisi, but Pius III did not have patience with Giulio for him, and allowed him to approach Giulio, just to see if he could wake up the disciple who had been asleep, and now that his task was completed, he was thrown aside by the papostolage who crossed the river and demolished the bridge.

People say that children are the most unkind, as long as they don't see each other for a few days, even if they loved the most before, the closest person can only occupy a small and insignificant place in their memory, but little Cosimo obviously does not belong to one of them, he remembers Julio firmly, remembers that he once ran for hours in the dark night, just to play with him for a short time, out of the strong emotions of father and son blood made him reluctant to leave at all, he hugged Giulio's arm tightly, With great trust, he pressed his cheek against his chest through a thin layer of linen underwear.

Pius III snorted in displeasure, pulled up the sliding cashmere blanket and wrapped them up together—a reward.

The child's body temperature was always higher than that of the adult, and Giulio only felt that he was warming up rapidly from his fingertips, and that pain and sorrow seemed to be a nightmare, and were rapidly moving away from him, and he looked at little Cosimo's green eyes, which were inherited from Lucrecia. Borgia's eyes were filled with trust that he had never seen in Lucrea's eyes.

"Don't cry," said little Cosimo quietly, struggling to wipe away his tears from the tightly bandaged cashmere blanket, he knew that this man was his father, but he also knew that he couldn't call him daddy, but it didn't matter, he just knew - he also knew that people cry when they feel pain, "don't cry, don't cry," he comforted awkwardly, but was not discouraged when he found that his persuasion had no effect: "Well," he said tolerantly, "you can't help it, just cry, When I can't help it, I will cry, just cry for a while, I will accompany you. ”

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Giuliano. The Medici and Bianca waited anxiously outside the door, Giulio's crying was silent, but they vaguely heard Constena's cry full of joy, and knew that Giulio had woken up, and Bianca was thinking about little Cosimo, and when she saw Constena coming out alone, she looked behind her uncontrollably: "What about little Cosimo?" ”

"Accompanying him...... Uncle, it'll be fine in a while. Constena kindly shook Bianca's hand, "Don't worry, they haven't seen each other for a long time too, let them be alone for a while." "I need to find a time to talk to Bianca, Constena thought, Giulio is a person who loves children, although he handed over little Cosimo to Giuliano and Bianca to raise on his behalf, but this does not mean that he has cut off all relations with little Cosimo, little Cosimo is the heir of Giuliano and Bianca, but it is Giulio's, she must recognize her identity, she can love this child, but she must not monopolize him.

Giuliano was more worried about Giulio, and after getting the news that Giulio was fine, his whole body relaxed, but looking at Constina, he always felt that something was not right: "Your Excellency...... "You may not have left through another door."

The corner of Konsterna's eyes twitched imperceptibly: "No...... What the...... Holy Father......" she said dryly, "is also with you...... Giulio. ”

Giuliano's expression suddenly became embarrassed, if Lorenzo had not told him that Giulio should be his cousin, the unmarried son of his eponymous uncle, he would have thought that Giulio was a Picomini, and that the Holy See's love for him had not changed in the slightest for more than ten years, and that even a father would not be better off than his only child.

Regardless of the rest, that Joshua. Isn't Lovere the best example of that?