The following is the anti-theft chapter, and the latest chapter of the Sage will be updated before twelve o'clock tomorrow.

Forced into the depths of the room, Lorenzo shook off his entourage and threw himself on the hard metal relief, his eyes and lips pressed against the narrow slit, calling out first to his brother, then to his loyal friends, who had volunteered to block the door of the reliquary, to buy time for his companions who were closing.

The only answers to him were insults and shouts in an unfamiliar accent, and the sound of weapons slashing against the gates.

The attachés were silent, trying their best to suppress the Medici parents, more than one of whom had seen how Bernardo Bandini's knife had cut open the skull of Giuliano de' Medici, and that if the Virgin had mercy he could have escaped the terrible wounds, and that Francesco de Pacci's repeated stabs had cut off the last hope.

Lorenzo's eyes were blurred and exhausted, he felt anxious and thirsty, his blood seemed to turn into hot flames rushing out of his mouth and nose, his reason was gone, and the thirst for revenge had replaced all lust...... As the attachés pondered whether or not to knock him unconscious, his body collapsed abruptly after a powerful spasm.

The attachés panicked, and they pulled the collar of Lorenzo's tight tunic so he could breathe well. Tossing and turning to examine his trembling body by touch—the glimmer of light seeping through the crack in the door was not enough to satisfy the human eye, but the reliquary, which had neither windows nor flint and candles for ignition—and the cathedral, though it had only been built, was still filled with precious relics of saints, crowns, scepters, chalices, icons, images and manuscripts, spices, painted manuscripts, tapestries, precious metals, and ...... The cautious servants of the gods will not allow any hidden danger to arise here.

Eventually, some attentive fellow found a long, narrow cut on the left side of his neck, unusually swollen and hot, and wet all around. It was then that they noticed that Lorenzo was sweating profusely, and one of the attachés, named Antonio, unthinkingly bent down and approached Lorenzo to suck out the venom for him.

"It doesn't help. ”

The sound behind them startled everyone, and several young men suddenly turned around, blocking the Medici's parents behind them, and clenched their daggers or daggers.

The man standing in the darkness moved, and he opened his palm, and in the palm of his hand was a small glass bottle, and a faint but clear turquoise light illuminated his strangely shaped knuckles and deep palm prints. "No need to be nervous, young Medici. The monk said in the Florentine dialect familiar to the Medici, pulling down his turban with his other hand, "It's just phosphorus powder, a glowing powder that can be read to protect too old books from the glare and fire, and it doesn't do much harm......" The monk paused slightly, then took two steps forward, completely ignoring the swords approaching his throat and chest—he hung his neck and looked with an indescribable gaze at Lorenzo de' Medici, who was wheezing in pain: "At the very least, it is kinder than Medici's blood—the venom remains in the wound and in the nearby clots, and if it is sucked hastily, it will be of no use except to give away a precious life. ”

He humbly lowered his body and let the terrible green glow shine on the dying man's face, searching intently for every detail: "Look, he is sweating profusely, his breathing is quickening, he shivers, his tongue is stiff," he said with great interest, "it means that the venom has entered his veins, and perhaps in a little while it will enter the heart, where it will be most effective - he will have convulsions all over his body, breathing hard, his heart beating slow." If that'......" the monk looked up and said his conclusion.

"In that case...... He will surely die. ”

Thirty days later.

Lorenzo de' Medici stood in the corridor on the second floor of the wing of the Palazzo Vecchio, overlooking the proclamation for the abbot and the prefect of the monastery, where the death sentence of Jacop de Pacci was being read, and he was taken back to Florence by the men there while crossing Rome.

The Pache family's rebellion ended faster than it began, and the Florentines did not support them - although Jacop de Pache once shouted "freedom" and "people" through the city, the only answer he could get was "ball" Another of their accomplices, Archbishop Salviati of Pisa, was self-righteously leading a group of mercenaries hired by Perugia to hold Pope Sistu III's hand in an attempt to take control of the Florentine government, and was "chess players for justice" Sesley Petrux and other government officials grabbed him and hanged himself from the window of the ruling palace with the naked Francisco de Pache (who was in his room in the Palazzo Palazzo when he was found, treating the thigh he had accidentally injured during the assassination of Giuliano).

The archbishop, however, was well-groomed, and after being thrown with his hands tied behind his back, he bit off several pieces of flesh on Francisco de Pacci's body.

In addition to them, several other masterminds of the Patch family were also hanging, and the Medici painter Pomolich sketched and recorded their deaths with charcoal strips and wooden boards, and then moved to the side of the plaster-plaster wall.

This can be said to be a belated warning, but it can also be said to be a bitter victory.

As Jakep struggled on a sling, the crowd thundered with joy – and this month they were excited about another John the Baptist Day (patron saint of Florence).

Groups of people poured into the Medici Palace, pledged their loyalty to Lorenzo, and then, as if they had obtained some qualification, wandered the streets in droves, searching for what they saw, heard, and thought of. All those associated with the Patch family were unlucky, their assets were plundered, their homes were seized, their wives and children were violated, and they themselves were stripped of their clothes, castrated, and hanged...... For three weeks in a row, half of Florence was in the midst of a bloody storm - "death was no longer surprising, and the streets were full of men's genitals." Someone wrote.

Some of these "messengers of justice" are pure obedience, or just vent their accumulated frustration on the loser, while others have a clear goal, just taking the opportunity to settle old grudges. Of course, more people were for the Medici bounty, and just as every festival was rewarded with interesting shows and great artwork, those who presented Lorenzo with the head of the enemy could also receive between 5 and 100 "florins" (the most popular gold coins in Florence).

This is how the attachés of the two archbishops were dragged out of the Benedictine convent near the Badia-Pache Palace by two friars. Each of them received 150 florins. Of course, as a sign of respect for the government and the law, they were handed over by the Medici family to the "righteous chess players" and the ruling officials, and after a formal trial, they were hanged in the windows of the ruling palace.

Pache's widow and daughter would be sent to a convent, where they would never be allowed to marry and, of course, have no children. Pazzi family assets throughout Europe were traced and confiscated in the years that followed, and their family names and insignia were destroyed on the spot wherever they were found.

Bianca of the Medici was married to Guglielmo of the Pacci family, she was still young, but when Lorenzo asked her if she would like to remarry, she refused, her eyes flashed with wisdom and weariness of the world - her husband killed her brother, and her other brother hanged her husband by the window, even though there was no evidence of Guglielmo's involvement in the conspiracy, as long as his surname was Pacci, he was guilty, and the only thing to be thankful for was that they did not have children yet.

Bernardo Bandini has not yet received the end he deserves, and his portrait is painted upside down, with slings clasping his feet...... "Evil brings death to the wicked, and those who hate the righteous should make amends." Lorenzo whispered. Bandini's whereabouts had been discovered by Medici agents in Constantinople, who, along with the delivery of secret letters, had obtained permission from the Sultan to hire locals to hunt him down at the cost of all the silk and spices he could muster at his disposal.

And then there's the ugly monster that hides behind the Archbishop of Pisa and the Pache family, offering them rare poisons to satisfy their own lusts in the name of the Heavens.

Pope Sixtus IV was furious, especially after learning that the Archbishop of Pisa had been hanged and Cardinal Rafaelo di Riaridi had been detained by the Medici, the successor of the Apostle Peter did not hesitate to confiscate the Medici property and threaten Florence that if Lorenzo was not handed over to him, he would expel all those associated with the Medici and deprive the whole of Florence - in fact, Naples had joined forces with the Pope and was preparing to invade Florence.

The Medici parents seemed to see the crowd happily wrapping the same noose around their necks. Before Jakepool could fully transform into a corpse, he walked away from the window.

He faltered - the rebellion of the Patch family was like a thunderous plague that took Giuliano's life, as well as Lorenzo's health, youth, and a gentle, tolerant heart. Now his eyes were gloomy, his temples were gray, and the loose skin on his cheeks hung down to his wrinkled neck—all in a matter of days, and the Medici parents seemed to have gone from a vigorous youth to a lifeless twilight without going through middle age.

Lorenzo walked through the dark corridors, down the stairs, through the atrium, the gallery, the hall, and into the second courtyard at the back of the Palazzo Vecchio, where there was an abandoned chapel that had been converted into a sewing room for the ladies and was now used as a makeshift maternity ward.

The largest room had nothing but a specially shaped maternity chair and a large bed for the mother to rest, and the doors and windows were wide open, but the stove, the bucket of hot water, and the Medici ladies who had come to comfort and encourage the mother kept it steaming. It is customary to have any circumference around the mother that may interfere with the obstruction of childbirth. All rings, laces, braids, clasps, hooks, etc., had to be removed, and all the women had untied the silk ropes, ribbons, buttons, and necklines open, revealing bright, wet skin.

The birth had gone on for a day and a night, and after giving birth to a girl in a sitting position in the arms of a sturdy Tatar maid, she no longer had the strength to give birth to a second child, and after a few hours, the fetus still in the mother's womb no longer visibly squirmed, and the doctor gave her verdict, and the midwife took out a hook with a knife on her head, something that would tremble any mother at the sight of it, and it would go deep into the womb and chop up the child that could not be born and pull it out piece by piece. The mother, who was dying of her own child, was giving birth for the first time, but she clearly knew and understood what was going to happen, and just as the ladies turned their heads to escape the bloody scene, the mother, who was still a young girl, suddenly broke free from the maid's arms, stood up, and pressed her bulging belly - after a brief silence and a terrible cry, blood slid down instead of the depleted amniotic fluid.

The baby fell to the ground, not crying, but he was alive. His exhausted mother collapsed beside him, and only after confirming the happy news did she pass away suddenly.

When Lorenzo arrived, it was all over, and his wife, Claricher of the Orsini family, came out to meet him and led him to the room that had been specially prepared for the baby.

"Twins. Girls are born first, boys are born later, and they are all healthy. Clariche whispered, she had always been cautious, silent and humble, but today Lorenzo could feel a rare joy and eagerness in her voice.

The Medici parents looked at her with mixed expressions, they also had a pair of twins six years ago, but unfortunately died before the baptism, because they were not able to be buried in the Medici family mausoleum because they did not wash away the original sin on their bodies. The two small bones hugging each other could only be secretly buried in the corner of the courtyard. Since the time of Caesar, it has been a custom for the people here to bury their dead children under their roofs, believing that this will bring peace to the child's soul.

Giuliano's twins were transferred to a room that had been prepared next door, dark and quiet, so that they would not be frightened by their sudden arrival in a strange world. Through the light through the cracks in the drapery, Lorenzo's eldest daughter and maid were bathing their two children with a mixture of hot milk and red wine, and the second daughter, who was only 5 years old, was smearing hot water and honey on the children's throats so that they could speak and swallow smoothly.

Lorenzo walked over with a light step, and the newborn babies were not very pretty, their skin was red and wrinkled, their soft fetal hair was moist against their little scalps, their eyes were closed, and they were wrapped in linen like statues to avoid deforming their hands and feet. (To be continued.) )