This unbearable farce ended after dawn, and it was Maria's son who was almost killed by his own father, although she also loved her children, but it was clear that the importance of sons to women at this time was self-evident, and after receiving Lucrecia's letter, Julio, who hurried over, constantly rinsed the child's wounds with holy water (salt water), and then stitched them up and tied them - the only thing left was prayer, he intended to cultivate penicillin, but it was not a success once or twice, And because it was akin to witchcraft, he had to be cautious even in the residence of Cardinal Picromini.

Lucretia was a little worried about Mary's current state - she was busy day and night, either taking care of her son, praying, and holding Mass and sacraments for the child's life, but visibly she was emaciated, her cheeks were sunken, her skin was dull, only her eyes were always shining, except for her son, she also took her daughter with her, Lucrea and the Pope's mistress Julia wanted to take care of her but she politely refused, but think about it, it was his father who almost killed his son, It is not uncommon for Maria to believe in no one but herself, and she no longer returns to the Silver Palace, but lives in a small building in the city of Rome adjacent to the Palazzo Picromini, both to take care of her son, who is still recuperating from his wounds, and to avoid Juan's harassment and attacks.

It's like the Madeleine of the past. The Medici and Alexander VI also did not hesitate to side with Juan in the dispute between his son and his daughter-in-law, and instead of punishing Juan, he seriously blamed Maria, believing that it was her frivolity that led to this tragedy, even if the object of her fornication was his eldest son Caesar, and Maria seemed to suffer silently, but Lucretia always felt that her sister-in-law was not such a person who swallowed her anger - but in view of the Pope's attitude, she had to turn around and ask for the help of her sister-in-law Lucresia, Under Lucracia's guidance, she sought the refuge of Cardinal Picromini – Alexander VI was a man of promises, or, under certain conditions, a man of promises, who had ambitions that could not be achieved without the support of the Picomini family and Cardinal Picromini, so that Juan, although he dared to beat and threaten his wife, Maria, did not dare to act rashly against Cardinal Picomini's cubs.

He wandered outside the Palazzo Picromini for several days, but Mary was secluded, his children were not seen at all, and he was so impatient that after a few useless attempts he had to return to the bosom of prostitutes and wine.

What he didn't know was that while he was peeking into the small building, Mary was kneeling in front of the statue of the Merciful Virgin Mary, under the gaze of the Virgin of the same name as herself, with her eyes closed, her mouth closed, and venom brewing in her heart.

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The Tiber was a river that ran through the western part of Rome, and in the city, its flow was dark and calm, gentle and pleasant, until the Tiber Bay in the middle of the river, the water suddenly became turbulent - there is a narrow crescent-shaped island, only a thousand feet long and three hundred feet wide, its origin is many legends, some say that more than 500 years ago, angry people threw a Roman tyrant into the Tiber River, and dirt and silt piled up around him, thus forming an island, others say, It was the Talquinians who threw all their hoarded wheat into the river before the Romans drove it out, and it gradually became an island, but in ancient Roman times, no matter what kind of legend, was foreboding enough, so in those days, Tiber Island was only a place of imprisonment for criminals and lepers.

Now it can become a holy place, thanks to the Roman Emperor Ottone III in the 10th century, who built a church on the island, and put the remains of St. Paul the Younger and San Bartholomeo in the church, and after several turns, it now belongs to the Catani family, and in the thirteenth century, one of their families became the Pope of Rome, so Catani was once prominent in the thirteenth and fourteenth centuries, but now it has declined, but even if it is declining, they still can't help but make Juan overjoyed. This was not only for Alexander VI, or the Borgia family, but also for Juan himself, given Juan's dissoluteness, cowardice and stupidity, almost no one in the city of Rome had a good opinion of him, let alone surrender, and the invitation of the House of Catani could be said to be a long-awaited honor and affirmation for Juan, so he forgot his fear of the endless Assassins in the city of Rome, and did not even tell his father - he thought it should be a surprise, and took two attendants to the agreed island of Tiber.

Perhaps it is precisely because the agreed location is Tiber Island, two bridges connect it to the banks of the Tiber, and one of them, connecting the Sant'Angelo district, not far from Castel Sant'Angelo, Juan only needs to gallop in or shout loudly to get rescue. With this idea in mind, he entered the church of San Bartolomeo on Tiber Island with trepidation, which belonged to the Catani family, who added a number of buildings around the church, turning it from a stately temple into a fortified fortress, but the majestic red façade did not make the building less magnificent, but in the middle of the night it looked more like a monster that stood between heaven and earth, covering all ears and eyes.

Juan puffed up his chest, ordered his attendants to follow closely behind him, lit and raised the torches, and he and the Catani family agreed to meet on the bell tower on the side of the church of San Bartolomeo. Along the way, as promised by the letters of the House of Catani, no one stood in their way or watched them, and there was silence all around, except for the tiber river which roared day and night, and not even the noisiest bugs, the most lewd wild cats, or the most frivolous nightingales made a sound, and they went unhindered to the bottom of the bell tower, the door of which was open and dark inside, and Juan and his attendants went in.

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The Romans will remember this day because it was the day when one of the most notorious, yet charismatic, of the Borgia family, the evil, cruel and violent genius finally freed himself from the glory and shackles of his father and fate, and put on his armor in favor of a papal prince to become a commander-in-chief.

Poor Juan. When Borgia was found in the Tiber River, he was already dead, half-floating and half-sunk in a decaying boat, Caesar was ordered by Alexander VI to welcome his brother back, and it was the first time Juan was able to spend a short time with Caesar in peace after becoming the commander of the church army, his face was pale, his hair was tangled, his skin was swollen, he looked even less hateful, Caesar carried his brother in an open carriage, and he sat next to the deceased, Completely ignoring Juan's water soaking through his velvet robe, all kinds of thoughts came to his mind, and the emotions in his heart were even more difficult to discern, he didn't like Juan, only because of his father's preference, Juan was able to usurp the status and identity he had been longing for with a mediocre body, and he also thought that one day, he would stab the dagger into the chest of his blood relatives with his own hands, but this was only ...... Thoughts, he was still looking for other solutions, but he did feel a cone of pain when he saw Juan lying silently on the damp muddy floor.

But this pain quickly disappeared as soon as he entered the residence of the Holy Father with Juan, Alexander VI had no one else in his eyes, no Caesar, no Lucrea, everyone was retreating in fear as the Pope came slowly, Alexander VI did not cry, did not shed tears, his expression was more stiff than calm, he breathed rapidly, almost pounced on Juan, although Caesar had sorted out his makeup for Juan before, but the face of a deceased man would never look good, The pale and swollen skin, the twisted and solidified muscles, the unwilling eyes—God, he was still watching, as if searching for the traces of the murderer, the Pope prostrate on his beloved little son, the white robe of the Pope's dignity covered with filthy and smelly sludge, and he trembled and could hardly say a word.

Juan. Borgia's funeral was soon held in a splendid and magnificent manner, and the Romans did not have the slightest affection for this man, even his colleagues and subordinates, who, in order to curry favor with Alexander VI, dressed in solemn black and followed the procession and pretended to weep all day, while those who should have wept never shed tears in front of them - Lucleia returned to the monastery on the orders of Pope Alexander VI - was implicitly supervised, and he summoned his eldest son Caesar.

The Pope's chamber was located at the back of his bedroom, and even Duarte, the Pope's most trusted secretary, could not take a step without being summoned, and even Caesar and Luracia almost never set foot here. This room is surprisingly austere and more in line with Rodrigo than the Pope's Chamber. Borgia's alternate identity was the Supreme Master of the Templars. The blue-black stone brick walls hung the Master's robes, weapons and armor, as well as hideous torture instruments and, sarcastically, a large black cross made of wood. There was no fireplace in the room, only a charred iron charcoal basin and a charcoal-pounding fork, so the whole room was inevitably cold and damp even in June. There wasn't even a chair here, father and son stood facing each other, like two stakes nailed to the ground.

"Look at me," Alexander ordered, "look at me." He said.

So Caesar looked up, what he didn't expect was that he was hit hard, he fell to the ground, his mind was buzzing, his cheeks were hot, and then he heard the sound of the sword being unsheathed, and he immediately jumped up, and then a sword light fell on his original position, and the sacred red vestment was torn, revealing the leather leggings and boots inside, "This is not what a clergyman should wear." Alexander VI sarcastically said, he was also dressed in a cumbersome white robe, but not in the slightest from the robe and loafers, he was burly or bloated, but when he moved as light as a fawn, and the weapon in his hand had a huge gauntlet and a weight ball, which could weigh more than six pounds, and when the Pope swung it as if he were wielding a strip of cloth, there was no sense of dragging or strain, but when Caesar drew a one-handed axe to resist, But it still felt like a mountain was crushing towards him.

Caesar heard the screeching sound of metal striking, and then, the pressure on his arm suddenly disappeared, and the Irish sword that seemed to be supposed to be used by the nine-foot giant turned over like a bird with outstretched wings, sliding from above to the left, and then swept up, he only had time to hurriedly erect the one-handed axe to resist, and with a dull click, the hard walnut handle of the one-handed axe was severed, Caesar bent his knees, and his body slid down, dodging the sword blade that followed, behind the blade, It was Alexander VI's incomparably cold and calm eyes, which Caesar had never had such an understanding - it was perhaps not an exercise or a test.

A father and son of the House of Borgia fought in silence in the vault, with Alexander VI as the Grand Master of the Templar Order, highly skilled and experienced, and his son, Caesar. Borgia may have lacked experience, but he was smart, sharp, and strong, and he couldn't defeat his father, but he couldn't bring him to an irretrievable defeat, they were like two evenly matched bulls, fiery and blood-blooded, eager to trample each other under their feet, but they knew that it was something that should not be and was impossible.