When Lucrezia said "he is my fiancé", everyone nearby could only describe it as excitement except Alexander himself.

Although many people find it a little strange why the Pope sent his favorite daughter and her fiancé to pizza alone in such a great danger, this time is obviously not a good time to care about such a "small thing".

Whether they really believe it or even have all kinds of suspicions in their hearts, they will not foolishly question the identities of the two people in front of them, especially those who are obviously calmer and more minded than the people around them. They even shouted and raised a flag of pizza to Alexander, hoping that he could hold it up with his own hands and guide them in the direction of progress.

The mercenary who was called "Dad" by Alan Gompatti was obviously such a person. When he heard of Lucrezia's identity, he obviously did not believe it, and even showed a playful look. He turned around and looked at the other mercenary leaders behind him. Through the exchanges of several eyes, these veterans and gangsters who had been wandering around the battlefield and between various city-states all understood the other party's meaning.

"We are willing to obey the orders of you and your fiancé, ma'am." Dad turned to Lucrezia, who was riding on the horse. "But we hope that you can fulfill your promise immediately after you capture the town hall, and that you must ensure that you do not harm the people in the town hall."

Lucrezia did not speak this time, but looked at Alexander, with her expression obviously telling everyone that it was her "fiance" who was making the decision.

Dad's eyes fell on Alexander's face again. He thought about what to do if the other party did not agree to the condition he proposed. After all, there should be a lot of valuable things in the city hall. If Alexander agreed, it would not mean paying them a salary, but allowing them to publicly legal robbery.

Without letting Dad wait, Alexander said, "You can get the reward you deserve, but it's limited to here."

His eyes turned to the town hall, and Alexander smiled softly at the solid building.

"Okay!" The mercenaries shouted irritably, with unconcealed greed and tyranny in their eyes. At this moment, they were supposed to be the protectors of Pisa City, instantly became more fanatical sabotagers than the rioters. This can be seen from the cannon slowly ejected behind them with a shout and a vibration on the ground.

It was a small cannon equipped with a wooden cannon truck. Although it didn't look heavy, when the black hole of the cannon slowly turned towards the closed door of the city hall, bursts of panic screams came from the city hall!

No one could calm down in front of the artillery. Looking at the muzzle aimed at the gate and the officials hiding in the city hall maintained their dignity for only a few minutes, they chose to throw away their dignity without hesitation.

First, several muskets and spears were thrown out from the window that came from the building, and then someone poked a black flag made from something that was temporarily made out of it and shook it hard.

The final resistance of the Republic of Pisa completely collapsed without a single shot.

Although there is a cathedral between the Pisa City Hall and the Leaning Tower, if you stand on the top of the Leaning Tower, you can clearly see everything that happened in the City Hall.

When the mercenaries appeared, the officials standing on the leaning tower immediately cheered, especially after seeing the cannons following behind, the officials immediately cheered for victory.

These people have begun to clean up their clothes when they ran away, ready to appear in front of the people again at any time and announce to the people that the riot has subsided and that Pizza is still the Pizza pizza. Some civil guards have even begun to instruct their secretary to prepare a wonderful speech for themselves.

But the next scene stunned the Pisa officials. There was no bloody conflict between the mercenaries and the mobs, but were negotiating, which made them a little uneasy. When they saw the mercenaries suddenly shouting like crazy and surrounded the leading thugs and aimed the cannon at the city hall, the officials on the Leaning Tower could not help but look at each other in speechlessness.

Then, Pisa City Hall raised its flag and surrendered under the dull gaze of these people.

Machiafli stood silently in front of a window in the tower watching everything that happened.

When he saw the mercenaries negotiate with Alexander, he vaguely felt that things might not be good. He did not believe that Kombrey would not consider how to deal with the mercenaries. Sure enough, the mercenaries turned against each other and did not expect it at all. Instead, it further confirmed his guess that "there must be a huge conspiracy."

"This is a perfect plan," Machiafli took out a small leather notebook with him, dipped it ink in the leather pocket with a sharp wooden pen and wrote it down in it. "Inciting the riots of the hostile people of the enemy towards his government is undoubtedly one of the most economic and dangerous means. Today I have the honor of seeing an example of this conspiracy almost perfect. Although it seems undesirable to use conspiracy in our understanding, we must also admit that if smart means are used properly, it is often only a small price to pay, and as long as you succeed, you can get huge rewards."

Machiafli stopped writing here, first he listened to the direction of the town hall, and then got the answer from the sudden outburst of angry curses from the Pizza officials next to him.

Mercenaries who invaded the city hall were looting the government seat of the Republic of Pisa.

From the faint shouts and excitement and the screams and wails of some officials from time to time, Machiafli could not even guess what kind of barbaric looting the city hall was subjected to, which made him write it down in his notebook: "Facts have proved that disloyal mercenaries are often more dangerous than mobs, because these well-trained but without a sense of honor and loyalty will create even more terrible disasters once they become accomplices of the mobs. It can be seen that a small country is more suitable for the army of their own people, because the honor and mission to their hometown can guarantee them to have enough loyalty, and this loyalty is the key to ensuring the strength of an army."

Machiafli wrote this and put the book together. Unlike other Pizza people who were either dejected or indignant, he calmly cleaned up his clothes. After dusting off a few mud stains from his clothes and tied up the cloak that had been torn in a hurry, he found a clean stone and closed his eyes to calm down.

Machiafli was not worried about his fate. First of all, he was a Florentine, and this riot had nothing to do with him. Secondly, Pisa is facing threats from the Venetians. At this time, the Pisa people, or that Gambrey, would not have hurt him without going crazy.

Although he knew that he would be released soon, Machiafli did not intend to leave Pizza immediately.

He suddenly became very interested in that Gombrey, or Pope Alexander VI, behind him. Moreover, because of the bad relationship between Florence and the Vatican, Machiafli also believed that this was a rare opportunity to observe the conspiracy of the Holy See at close range. He even hoped to analyze the Vatican's diplomatic strategies through careful observation of this grass riot, so as to provide some reliable reference for the leaders of Florence in the future.

Machiafli's guess is correct. If pizza is not bad nowadays, then what is more appropriate is that it is as bad as a scorched piece of pizza.

When the gate of the town hall slowly opened under the threat of artillery, the mercenaries rushed in at all costs. They shouted and roared, and their unconcealed greed burst out in their eyes. Almost in an instant, their roars were full of barbarity and madness everywhere in the town hall.

Alan Gompatti also rushed in, but after hesitating for a while, he returned to Alexander. The new city defense captain seemed to have entered the role. Regardless of whether others listened to him or not, he kept making various orders loudly, trying to command the rioters.

Alexander rode on the horse without moving. He just quietly watched the people coming in. Although he saw many people walking out with satisfaction, he did not stop it. Until he saw the father walking out while walking out, he was holding a bottle and pouring wine into his mouth, he slowly led the horse forward.

"Announce immediately to stop all robberies from now on," Alexander commanded, "the previous acts can be regarded as legal, and any robbery from now on will be subject to the most severe punishment."

"Oh, this is just the beginning," said Dad indifferently. "There are many rich people in Pizza."

"Robbery of civilians is not allowed," Alexander looked at the dad with a blank expression. "I allow you to take your things from the town hall. Now it's time for you to serve me."

"Master, don't you think you should pay us more? After all, we helped you get the pizza. You are the owner of this city now, so you should give us more things." The father said the compliment, but a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes.

"I think you probably don't understand," Alexander said slowly. "What you have to do now is to obey my orders, because as far as I know, you not only get what you owed before, but also more than you should have," he said, and looked at the string of jewelry that was exposed in his father's pocket. "So you owe me now."

Alexander said slowly as he got off the horse. He walked to his father and stared at him.

"Listen, I know you, your greed is not satisfied, but I will never allow you to hurt the ordinary people. I can guess someone behind you is facing me with a guy, but I remind you that standing in front of you is not an adventurer who intends to start a business by inciting riots, but a messenger from the Holy See and the lord of Naples. If your people dare to act rashly, I can assure you and all your companions will definitely be punished the most cruelly unless you escape to the Ottomans."

The father's face twitched, and as Alexander finished speaking, amid the sound of a clamor around him, a group of Pizza people led by Alan Gompatti had pointed all kinds of weapons at him.

Dad and others looked at the Pizza people in surprise. They saw hatred in these people's eyes. What made Dad dumb was that the cannon that had been thrown aside because of looting the city hall was now facing them with a muzzle.

"I can sign a new city defense agreement with you," Alexander continued to say, "As long as you abide by the agreement, you can get 30% more rewards than before. Once you help us keep pizza, you can also get 3 points of future pizza tax revenue."

"3 points? 3 points for the whole pizza tax?" Dad's eyes lit up instantly, and his breathing became cramped.

Taking money to do business is the job of mercenaries. Even those mercenaries who can get regular employment for many years will not have the opportunity to get fixed tax income from a city-state. This is a miracle opportunity for mercenaries, but suddenly appears in front of them, which makes even the old father, who has long become a slippery man, feel a little overwhelmed.

However, after years of experience and distraction, he felt that even if the opportunity was rare, if he worked hard, he might even be able to produce more benefits.

"Our men are the bravest soldiers," Dad looked back at his men. "And I just heard that it seems that the Venetians have come, and you need us, so the price has to be said differently."

As he said that, he deliberately paused as if he was considering it, then stared at Alexander's face and said, "I want 10% of the tax."

A low cry mixed with various emotions sounded from all around, among which the Pizza people were angry, while the mercenaries were blushing with excitement.

“3 and a half minutes.”

"9 points."

“4 points.”

"The 8 and a half minutes can't be reduced anymore. What we earn is hard work."

"4 and a half minutes, otherwise I can't explain to the people."

"7 points, if we can't agree, let's leave now. You can deal with the Venetians yourself."

"5 points, this is my bottom line."

"Give me some face, brothers are watching, we are yours at 6 and a half minutes."

"I don't want to waste time anymore. I'll never bid again if I make a decision. But I have a condition, you must obey the orders of the Pisa City Defense Committee."

"Okay, that's 6 points."

The father stared at Alexander fiercely with a resentful look, and then muttered and turned to the mercenaries who had already stretched their necks to the point of pain: "It's time to negotiate, this noble is really hard to deal with, 6 cents of taxes!"

"oh!"

The mercenaries cheered in an instant, shouting and slamming each other with chests. These were strong men from the north, and some simply turned up somersaults. Alexander guessed that they might be Ross people.

"Sir, do you promise to give them taxes, pizza taxes?" The rioter who looked like a scholar came over and looked at Alexander in shock, as if he didn't know what to say for a moment, "You need to know that we can pay them, but why should we give them the taxes directly? They are not Pizza people?"

"You can also get these taxes, as long as you are willing to join the army."

Alexander smiled at the man, and looked puzzled and even annoyed when he looked at the man. At this time, Alexander missed his old friend, Monk Mahimo.

He believed that if Maximo was there, no matter how ridiculous the idea he had made, the legendary monk could make up enough reasons for him. The most important thing is that Maximo was very worry-free. Although Alexander could help fulfill his lies, he could still fulfill his excuses that he could not think of.

"It seems that Mahimo and Uriu must be brought as soon as possible." Alexander made a secret decision.

A warm body leaned over and Alexander looked back at Lucrezia beside him.

"Did you know that the Sforza family was just a mercenary at the beginning, and then became the Duke of Milan?"

Lucrezia suddenly asked in a low voice. Seeing Alexander nodding slightly, Lucrezia smiled at him.

"So tell me, do you want to be the Duke of Pisa?"

April 19, 1497, was 12 years earlier than Alexander's memory, and the Second Republic of Pisa, which had just been established less than four years ago, perished.
Chapter completed!