The following is the anti-theft chapter - the content of the new article, interested adults can have a sneak peek.

Tomorrow before 12 noon will be changed to the new chapter of the Sage - sorry, sometimes the update is late, so according to the request of some adults, the time will be pushed back a little, in addition, I may have to change the following update time, from July to 9 o'clock every night, if there is an anti-theft, then the anti-theft chapter will be updated in half an hour, which seems better.

New article "Servants of the Servants"

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On the eve of the dawn of Easter Sunday, the bell that had been silent for three days and nights since Holy Thursday rang again. First the Basilica of Santa Maria del Flore, then the Church of San Lorenzo, the Church of Santa Croce, the Church of All Saints...... The dull bells rang one after another, resounding throughout the warm and dark sky, calling the Florentine people to the morning mass.

The first to leave the house were bankrupt and declining workshop owners, helpers, apprentices and day laborers. Day laborers and other urban poor, whose incomes were so meagre and precarious that they could not pay enough taxes in exchange for full citizenship, who had no right to form their own guilds, and who had no other guild to allow them to join, made them politically and economically insecure, and who and their families lived in the diocese of San Frediano, San Piero Cottolino, or San Ambrogio, which were close to the walls, dangerous and deserted, separated by nearly twenty dioceses and the Arno River from the cathedral where Easter Sunday Mass was held, the Basilica of Santa Maria del Flore。 So many people have already dressed themselves even before the bell rings and the sky is still dark: the man wears a shirt of new linen and muslin, a tight tunic of wool, a woolen coat, a low-mouthed, broad-headed loafer polished shiny, and perhaps an oval hat, while most of their wives have only a decent cotton or plain woollen dress with sleeves, but this does not prevent them from constantly making changes in the sleeves and necklines, as well as in the ornaments, such as changing the slightly outdated round necks to the more fashionable large square necks and trimming the cuffsor a chain of silk around her neck (often used by the poor who do not have much luxury capital), just as her husband always wore a small embroidered silk pocket around his waist on every feast, and the children's clothes were mostly from their parents and adult siblings, except for the white garments worn at the first Holy Communion.

Men, women, and children meet their neighbors, relatives and friends in the narrow, round cobblestone streets, which have always been lifeless, and the gloomy town is suddenly filled with countless shrill laughter and cheerful noise.

"Christ is risen!"

"It's really resurrected!"

They informed and confirmed each other the news of the resurrection of the Son, greeted each other, flirted and amused, and chased and shoved through one dark and damp street after another, which were winding and criss-crossed, but there were no rules in order or length, and the chaos was as complex as that of a plate of overturned goat's intestines—the layout of the city of Florence in 1478 was very interesting, and the division was based not on wealth or status, but on family name and blood. Members of the family with the same surname, together with relatives, clergy, merchants, mercenaries, servants and artisans who belonged to them, lived together along a street or around a square, in order to be able to gather the greatest strength and support in the shortest possible time.

The square boulders grew as fast as the leaves of the climbing plants stretched out one after the other—thick walls of covetousness and hatred, heavily guarded dovetailed battlements and battlements, ramparts, heavy iron bars, awl-like cage towers, large, pointed two-color arches with shields and coats of arms greedily competing for every inch of space and light. Their thick shadows are intimately superimposed on each other, so that between the two blocks, there is always a single line in the sky, and the streets must be dark all day long.

On more than one occasion, the Florentine Council issued decrees to try to curb or correct this bad trend, but it was always impossible for a variety of reasons - powerful families were always closely connected to a particular neighborhood and never moved easily, such as the Albizi family, and the lintels of the houses in Piazza Piluzzi were mostly engraved with the Pirouzzi family coat of arms, and the Baldi family was based on the Bardi street on the south bank of the Arno River...... And, the Medici district, San Lorenzo.

The Medici mansion was located in the eastern part of the ruling square, and its brown fortress-like architecture was rough, old, and square, like a forgotten cornerstone of the Tower of Babel, and the only decoration except for the arched windows on each floor was the triangular relief decoration at the lintel of the main entrance - two giant lions on either side of the house guarded the Florentine emblem, and the virgin flower (lily) with unusually prominent stamens in the coat of arms - Instead of the somewhat ridiculous lilies and orbular coats of arms of the Medici, which was also the headquarters of the Florentine Consul, the Medici patriarch at the time, Cosimo I, made a generous concession on the issue.

His efforts paid off handsomely over the next half-century, and day after day the signs of lilies and balls spread outward and multiplied from the most unnoticeable places...... To this day, it and the power and ideas of the Medici family that it represents cover almost all of Florence.

Giuliano de' Medici, the second son of the Medici family, wearing a scarlet cloak with sleeves, slowly steps out of the Palazzo Vecchio, following the shadows of the zigzag towers towards a straight and wide (compared to other roads) passageway. Like the second sons of all the families, he was taller, more handsome, stronger and bohemian than his brother Lorenzo...... That last point seems to make him even more attractive.

While the Florentine populace made way for him, greeted him, or chanted the name of the Medici in support, the Medici second son was more humble and enthusiastic—whether it was a rude butcher, a cunning notary, a prominent member of the chamber of commerce, a stinking carver in tight leather trousers, a prostitute with a bell hanging from her hat and bun as required by the law, or a penitent in a black peaked burqa—he could justly give him the response he deserved. This kind of pleasant and satisfying behavior may seem simple and easy, but it is quite rare among people of his age, especially when this young man still has wealth, status, and appearance that are difficult for ordinary people to achieve, so that although his face is a little pale, his movements are slightly stiff, and the timing of his response is not so perfect, the Florentine people, especially women, agree that his slight faux pas do not come from the arrogance of his heart, after all, two years ago today, it was his lover," The day when the Venus of the world "Justuz, his wife Simonetta, died of lung disease.

Their assumptions are not entirely wrong, but they are far from the truth. Much of what made the young man so emaciated was physical, not emotional, and Giuliano and his brother's father, Piero de' Medici, the "Gout".

This sickness, which is like being cursed by the devil, always comes and goes in the middle of the night, without a trace, without the slightest prediction, and can make a healthy and strong young man immobile and miserable in an instant. - A quarter of the patients likened the pain of a gout attack to being pierced through the skin by a sword; One in five likens it to a broken bone; One-third likened it to being burned by a charcoal fire, and the rest thought the pain was simply indescribable.

Giuliano was one of the last type, who became ill before the dawn of Good Friday (the first two days of Easter Sunday), and a pain that seemed to have tormented him for an entire night and two days, during which even the slightest movement or touch could have caused him to faint in pain. At its worst, the red, swollen and hot knees and calves couldn't even bear the weight of even a silk sheet.

His elder brother Lorenzo de' Medici had the same ailment - their father, Piero de' Medici, the "gout", gave his sons Medici-style high noses, upturned jaws, narrow eyes, and hard facial contours, and also wrote into his legacy the strange diseases that had plagued him throughout his life, just as he threw hostility, jealousy, resentment, and hatred into the Medici when he gifted his honor, status, power, and money to the Medici descendants. Although this is not his intention, but the world is always like this, who can do everything smoothly and be satisfied?

The second son of the Medici gasped softly, licking his teeth and waiting for another wave of pain to pass. He narrowed his eyes and looked up, the vermilion octagonal vault of the Basilica of Santa Maria del Flore was in front of him, and in order to enlarge the square, the Consulate had decided that the unpowerful magnates who had inhabited the area would be charged with various crimes in an instant, their property had been confiscated, their houses and towers had been forcibly demolished, and all people, including fragile women, newborn babies and dying old people, had been forcibly relocated to remote areas in humiliating ways within a few days, and even exiled altogether. The emotions of the Florentine people are always so extreme, either on one side of the scales or on the other side of the scales that they never care to lift a family, a person in the air, and they never mind throwing him down and trampling him into the mud.

"Christ is risen!"

"Resurrected!" the announcement was clearly directed at him, and Giuliano had to suppress his impatience and irritability from the pain, and replied in accordance with the canon. At the same time he turned as little as he could, ready to kiss the pesky announcer three times, according to Easter custom.

From the shadows of the paradgia emerges from the shadows of the cloister, the eldest son of the Pache family, Giuliano in-law, and Bernardo Bandini follows him like a heel follows the upper. The two young men were dressed unusually flamboyantly today, especially the young Patch, who was open with a silver-embossed brocade coat embroidered with the gold family crest, revealing a creamy velvet tunic covered with pearls and a jeweled necklace around his neck, and the pleated sleeves of his coat that could almost fit into another, smaller Patch - fortunately the padding in his shoulders, sleeves, and leggings was not as exaggerated as it had been before- Giuliano remembers seeing young Patch two days earlier, the codopes between his legs were delicately embroidered, inlaid with precious stones, pearls, and "sufficient" padding to make it look like a baby head with a hat, not to mention the rest of the body.

Patch stretched out his arm to Giuliano and hugged him as if he were a true friend or brother, and kissed him.

Giuliano was surprised, but barely responded with the same speed and intensity.

Even though the Medici and Pache had confessed their sins in the presence of the Consulate and the priests no less than ten times in the presence of the Archons and priests, and had tried to show forgiveness and love for one another. Even his sister Bianca was married into the Pacci family as collateral for a promise of reconciliation, but as a political and commercial enemy for nearly a hundred years, the Pache family had never been able to gain even a single honorary seat in the Medici ruling group, which prevented them from gaining the slightest benefit in any of the Florentine resolutions, and perhaps even sacrificed, and in return, the Pache family interfered with all Medici resolutions, and most recently took away the financial management of Pope Sixtus IV from the Medici。

Perhaps Lorenzo should be reminded to see what the Patches have been doing lately, whether they have caught the handle of some idiot in the Hundreds, or whether they have bribed an agent of the Medici family.

The jewels and gold on Pacci's body hurt the ribs of the Medici's second son, and Giuliano suddenly remembered that he had not put sleeveless chain mail under his coat as was customary today, nor had he carried any weapons, and Lorenzo had personally reminded him of this on more than one occasion, but the insomnia and mental malaise caused by gout and alcoholism from time to time always made him unable to remember anything. Giuliano hesitated to look at the Medici Mansion, which had disappeared at the end of the street, and then at Giotto's bell tower, which was nearby, next to the cathedral where Easter Sunday Mass was held, where he could clearly see crowds of monks pouring into the side entrance of the church with the cross and the icon of the Virgin Mary.

Giuliano dismissed the idea of going back, not wanting to be reprimanded by his brother for not making it to the first Mass and Holy Communion. Francisco's arm had already wrapped around his neck, and Bernardo grabbed his other arm intimately, and the two of them smiled and walked forward with great affection and affection. (To be continued.) )