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Chapter 106 Troubled times are coming

Caesar's roar echoed over the garden. He saw the assassin's scimitar pass through Lucrezia's throat, and also saw Lucrezia's body fall to the side. At this moment, his hands and feet became completely cold, and even his heart suddenly stopped as if he was being grabbed!

But then the horrified shouts from Lucrezia suddenly woke him up. He realized that whether it was because of negligence or Lucrezia's instinct for life saving instinct at critical moments, although it was thrilling, the assassin's knife did not hit.

"Come here!" Caesar let out a hysterical cry. He rushed towards the assassin with no choice but to his bare hands. Only then did he find that the assassin wearing a guard's clothes was wearing a mask with only eyes exposed on his face.

The man did not continue to attack after the knife was not cut. He just stood there and looked at Lucrezia, who was terrified and rolling on the ground. At this time, the noble lady no longer had her innocent, romantic or elegant temperament. Her hair was loose and her face turned pale. She didn't even care about her skirt being cut by the stones exposed on the ground. She just kept shouting in fear and rushing towards Caesar who was running over.

Caesar's shouts attracted the attention of the guards outside the Potiko Palace. As the chaotic voices came quickly from all around, people outside the garden were silly and the rapid footsteps were approaching from afar.

Caesar had rushed to Lucrezia, and then held her in his arms and protected her body with both hands, staring at the terrifying person opposite him.

Looking at the man's skillfully fiddling with the sabre in his hand, Caesar had a premonition that the man was fully capable of killing the guards before they arrived.

"Let us go," Caesar stared at the assassin's eyes. "As long as you want, you can come to me in the future, and I will fulfill one of your conditions. I swear to God to do what you say."

The assassin shook his head slightly, as if he was not concerned about his vow, but he did not continue to rush over, but looked in the direction of a guard who had appeared in the distance, and then suddenly turned around and crawled into the towering bushes next to him.

"Wow" sounded, Lucrezia, who was trembling in panic, only burst into tears at this time. She held Caesar's shoulders with all her strength and refused to let go, and at the same time she tried her best to thrust her body into his arms. "It's so terrible, he wants to kill me!"

"It's okay, Lucrezia, I'm here," Caesar also held Lucrezia's body tightly and kept kissing her forehead to comfort her, but he quickly calmed down. "That person didn't want to kill you, otherwise you would have died long ago."

"This is terrible!" Lucrezia clutched Caesar's clothes with one hand as if she was afraid that he would disappear, and held his neck with the other hand. "He cut my neck directly and almost cut off my head! But why did he do this?"

"I don't know," Caesar looked at the direction where the assassin disappeared blankly. The bushes that were squeezed by him were still shaking. At the same time, he also vaguely heard a scolding first, followed by a few short screams, and the screams were heard. It seemed that the distance became farther and farther. It was obvious that the assassin was constantly defeating the guards who intercepted him until there was no sound in the end.

Caesar's face was gloomy, his body was trembling slightly, and he could not tell whether it was because of fear and anger, or just pure humiliation.

He, Caesar Porgia, the son of the pope, the archbishop of Valencia, and soon might become a cardinal, but he had to bow his head to a assassin and even promised him to save his life. This huge humiliation made him instantly filled his mind with anger after the crisis.

Looking at the guards appearing one after another, Caesar's eyes narrowed. He didn't understand why anyone would have mixed into the Potico Palace during the day, and he didn't understand why this man stabbed Lucrezia.

Caesar was sure that this man was not here to kill him, because if that was the case, he could have waited for himself to approach before coming out from behind the bushes. With that man quickly defeated the guards and fled without being blocked, it seemed that he could have killed his unarmed self.

So, his target is Lucrezia?

This discovery did not relax Caesar a little, but instead felt even more nervous.

Lucrezia has always lived happily in the Potico Palace because she did not get involved in any trouble. It is precisely because of this that the Bogia family never thought that anyone would be unfavorable to her, so even the Pope's daughter did not protect the Potico Palace very strictly.

Perhaps it was because of this that the assassin could successfully infiltrate and assassinate. As for his obvious confidence but he didn't take action, Caesar was no longer willing to think about the reasons. He only knew that Lucrezia's safety was threatened and someone was trying to hurt her.

"You have to leave here." Caesar suddenly said after thinking about these things.

"Don't leave Caesar, don't leave me!" The frightened Lucrezia grabbed Caesar's clothes tightly, "I'm so scared."

"I mean we all have to leave this, it's not safe." Caesar said, looking around, as if someone might suddenly jump out of the garden to assassinate them. "We have to go to my father's place, and we must inform Giovanni and Jeffrey to add guards."

Family affection made Caesar think of his family first at this moment. He hurriedly asked the guards to protect the frightened Lucrezia and left the Potico Palace, and at the same time ordered his subordinates to send messages to other families.

When the people in the Potiko Palace were panicked, a figure was quickly leaving the palace. He first quickly crossed the palace walls, and then quickly entered a forest. After alertly throwing off the soldiers who were chasing, the man took off the guard's coat and showed a very ordinary civilian dress.

His sharp saber had been put into a wooden box that seemed to be used to hold tools. After taking off the pullover, Nashan's slightly dark face was revealed.

At this time, Nashan looked like an ordinary stonemason worker.

Not far from the Palace of Potico, there is a magnificent building under construction. This building will become one of the most prestigious palaces in the Vatican in many years. It will be placed in it with the immortal masterpieces of Botticelli, Leonardo da Vinci, and the little kid Raphael who is still acting coquettish in his mother's arms. What is interesting is that this palace does not have the works of its builder Michelangelo, which is the Vatican Library.

Now, this library, which was later expanded several times and finally became one of the most famous religious book collections in the world of Christ, is just a construction site dug up everywhere. Walking on the edge of the construction site full of smoke and dust, Michelangelo, who was covered in dust, showed an uncontrollable excitement on his face covered in dust.

"Look, this is a library," said "Xiaomi", who is still famous in Rome because of his emergence, in an excited tone to Alexander, who said, "I really didn't expect that the adult would value me so much. You know, since he asked me to repair the cathedral, I felt that I was favored by God." Speaking of this, he seemed to notice that this was inappropriate, and quickly explained, "I mean Archbishop Valencia is like a blessing angel sent by God. Can you understand that he really takes good care of it."

Seeing Michelangelona seemingly incoherent because of excitement, Alexander could understand it.

In this era, no matter how great an artist is, he needs to have the support of noble people. In this era, Italy is not short of a group of powerful people who are almost obsessed with art.

Whether it is Bogia, Sforza, Rovere, or the Metic family who have been driven out of Florence and are looking for help, these powerful families generally have an unusual interest in art. Whether this interest is true or just art, these people are indeed supporting and sponsoring the artistic talents they appreciate in different ways.

It is precisely their unremitting generous support that the artistic masters of this era can fully utilize their strengths. Some people can even borrow the name of artistic creation to get rid of the suppressed shackles of thought and begin to pursue the first hope of rebirth in thousands of years since the demise of Rome.

"This will be a very amazing library, and I believe it will make my name remembered in the future," Michelangelo still gave the speech excitedly, and then he looked at Alexander very seriously. "But it is also because of you, if you didn't have the gold coins you gave me, I wouldn't have come to Rome."

"I believe you would have come to Rome without me," Alexander shook his head. Of course he knew he was right. Michelangelo's success began in Rome. Even without him, the "Xiaomi" in front of him would still become the master of art that people admire later. "And I can assure you that although this library is spectacular, this is by no means the highest point of all your achievements, or just the beginning, your achievements will definitely be greater, and there will be more miracles waiting for you to create."

Michelangelo looked at Alexander in amazement. He could feel that Alexander's attitude when he said these words was not polite, but that he seemed to be just telling a fact. At this moment, he even had the illusion that the young man in front of him seemed to see his future. This made him feel excited when he heard these words, and remembered another thought that he always had.

"Remember what I mentioned before," Michelangelo stared at Alexander's face with his eyes glowing. "I think you really have a head that looks like a Greek god. Believe me, your appearance is so fascinating. I mean you are in line with everything a carving master requires. So, would you be my model?"

Alexander looked at "Xiaomi" with a golden look in front of him, with a look of obsession. Although he knew that he had fallen into obsession with artistic creation in this way, when he thought of the rumors that this man seemed to be a bit particularly oriented, Alexander couldn't help but feel a little chill behind him when he thought of the rumors that this man seemed to be circulating in later generations.

At this moment, he saw a "worker" strolling on the construction site.

Alexander immediately found an excuse to get rid of the infatuated "Xiaomi" and after passing through most of the construction site, he saw Nashan a little further away.

"Why do you want to kill that woman?" Nashan asked a little puzzledly, "I don't like killing women, even if it's just scaring her."

"I just want to scare her," Alexander just smiled at Nashan's question, and then his expression became solemn. "You really want to take Sophia away?"

Nashan looked at Alexander with a little surprise. He had asked this matter several times before, but Alexander refused. If he hadn't been worried that Sophia would be angry, he had already hit the ungrateful young man in front of him forcibly took his daughter away. Now when he suddenly asked him on his own initiative, Nashan couldn't help but feel a little suspicious: "What, are you willing to let me take her away?"

Alexander shook his head instinctively, then stopped and looked at Nashan and said, "Do you know what Sophia means to me?"

Nashan didn't say anything, and he knew that Alexander didn't want to hear his answer. Sure enough, Alexander continued: "She saved me, and more than once, in my eyes she is the proof that I know that I am still alive in this world."

Alexander saw the doubt in Nashan's eyes. He knew that Nashan could not understand what his words meant. In fact, no one except him knew what he meant.

From Ding Chao to Alexander Juliant Gombray, from just trying to survive in this era, to having to take the initiative to get involved in this troubled right and wrong, Sophia is the important and even the direct reason for his changes.

In the dungeon of the Palermo Palace, when he saw Sophia was about to be humiliated, he helped both of them get rid of the crisis at that time by saying Joel Modillo. It was from that time that Alexander knew that he had no way out.

Sophia is the source of all this decision!

"There will be a lot of things happening next," Alexander looked back at the Tiber River in the distance, and the city farther away was blocked by rolling hills. "Maybe it's right for you to take Sophia to leave temporarily."

"Oh, is it?" The news did not make Nashan look very happy. His smart eyes kept looking at Alexander's face, and then reached out to twist his beard. "Then you are willing to let Sophia go, but I want to know what you think. Don't be foolish with me. I've seen many tricks of Gajeren."

Alexander smiled bitterly. Of course, he knew that his sudden unconscious agreement would definitely arouse Nashan's suspicion.

"Rome may soon be in peace," Alexander said helplessly, "I am worried that Sophia will not be protected at that time."

"Oh?" Nashan frowned. "I've been out for too long this time. There must be no one around the queen. Since this is the case, I will take Sophia away with me, but you have to tell her yourself."

Alexander nodded silently. He knew that this was really up to him, but when he thought of the reaction that Sophia might make after hearing the news, Alexander felt a little nervous.

But he knew that he had to do this. Thinking about the series of huge changes that might happen in Italy with the arrival of 1497, Alexander couldn't help but be secretly shocked.

In the upcoming turmoil, he was not sure that he could protect Sophia, and when he thought that it might put Sophia in danger, his heart couldn't help but tighten.

However, before Alexander, who returned to the Marino Palace, had time to think about how to tell Sophia about this, an order from the Holy See recalled him back to the Vatican again.

But this time, the one who saw him was not Alexander VI, but the secretary named Nomero beside the pope.
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