Burley did what he said. He had a good lunch and drank enough wine. Then he left him without hesitation and brought the carriages and people out.

He came and went so quickly that he disappeared without even calling him.

The disgust of Alexander made Burley hate the Agris. In his opinion, nouveau riche under nouveau riche like Carlo and Ofulei were not qualified to interact with him.

Looking at the back of Burley who was leaving hurriedly, Alexander, standing on the balcony outside the protruding dome, couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

Of course he didn't care what Burley would think, but when he thought of the things he brought, Alexander still felt that he might be better for Ruosha, the half-brother in the future.

In addition to the precious log that Alexander regarded as knocking on the gate of the Carolingan Palace, he also brought a total of 2,000 florin gold coins.

"It was my loan to you, or you can also see it as an investment," Ruosha said in the letter. "I believe you will definitely make more money back for me, so I will pay out the advance that should belong to you in advance, and then I will slowly deduct it from the inputs of our ports."

Looking at the statement that seemed deliberately alienated in the letter, Alexander could only shake his head secretly. He could imagine how difficult it would take to remit such money from places that had just made a little profit. I think Ruosha must have spent enough effort to get those ports to produce these so-called preliminary investments.

Looking at the beautiful signature at the end of the letter, somehow, Alexander kissed it gently on a whim, and then he couldn't help feeling a little ridiculous for his actions like a childish first love boy.

I'm in love?

Alexander shook his head helplessly. Although he seemed to have forgotten the nostalgia in his heart since Sophia left, in fact, he was missing Sophia all the time.

Because of this, although he had a nominal fiancée, he never thought of having any intimate relationship with Barenti, because whenever that happened, he would always think of Sophia's eyes that were spiritual and always angry.

As for Lucrezia, Alexander herself couldn't tell what her relationship was.

It seemed that everything changed from the moment she was hijacked. Even looking back, Alexander sometimes wondered who was the first to seduce whom the two of them had come to this point.

As for Ruosha, whether in the past, present or future, as long as one day he thinks of walking in this world under the name of Joer Modilo, then there will be no more intimate relationship between him and Ruosha, at least completely isolated the two of them in the name of half-brother.

As he wrote in his letter, even if someone proposed to Ruosha one day, he had no reason to stop it. Perhaps it was this desperate isolation that made the longing between them stronger.

Ruosha actually knew everything. Alexander understood that Ruosha actually knew that the false name of brother-sister relationship did not exist between the two, but she chose to remain silent in a tacit understanding.

Is this because of love?

Alexander asked helplessly, knowing that even if he knew the answer, their current power could not change everything at all.

Unless he was willing to give up that dream that was too far away, Alexander knew it was impossible, and when he appeared in the world under the name of Joel Modillo, he could only move forward.

2000 Florin seems to be a lot, but Alexander knows that the money will be spent soon.

Soldiers who suffered casualties in two consecutive battles need to be expanded and resettled, and damaged weapons need to be repaired and replenished. Although he has a lot of supplies in his hands, these things cannot be turned into money for a while for him to spend it where he needs it.

It is obviously a slow process to convert these materials into money. During this period, Alexander only hopes for the Florin provided by Ruosha.

He was such a caring "sister". Alexander sighed in his heart, and a deep feeling made him miss Ruosha even more.

It has been a long time since I saw Ruosha. Alexander thought about it and threw this idea behind his mind.

He needs to do a lot now. If he thinks about it carefully, he will even feel that time is really tight.

In addition, what he always pays attention to is the day that means too many changes for many people.

On 5th of the month, 497, this day is destined to change the fate of many people.

On this morning, people will find Giovanni Pogia's body floating on the Tiber River. Someone stabbed him twice from the back. The deep-lived internal organ wound killed Giovanni on the spot. Then his body was thrown into the Tiber River, and one of his loyal followers was killed with him.

Alexander could imagine what kind of chaos would be when that day came, and he could also imagine how sad Lucrezia would be when facing such a mutation.

Despite being closer to Caesar, this does not mean that Lucrezia doesn't love her other brother Giovanni.

In fact, Lucrezia is very clear about the gradual gap between Caesar and Giovanni. She has tried to make her brothers reconcile more than once. In her mind, family is always the most important, so she can't tolerate this indifference and hostility between relatives.

The 5th day of the month is definitely the most painful day since Lucrezia was born. Alexander thinks it is best to let Ruosha be by her side at this time.

In addition, with Giovanni's murder, both the Borgia family and the Rome will inevitably undergo tremendous changes. If Alexander hopes to get news from Rome as soon as possible, Ruosha will become his greatest help.

In fact, when Giovanni showed some kindness to him, Alexander had a moment of thinking whether he should intervene in this matter, thus completely changing the fate of Giovanni Borgia.

After all, a Borgia who had already given him an olive branch is very important to Alexander now.

At that moment, watching Giovanni smile at him and turn away, gradually disappearing into the sunset light, Alexander had the urge to call him.

At that time, Alexander could clearly feel the impulse, and he also believed that as long as he took this step, he could completely change history.

But Alexander finally chose to remain silent. He watched Giovanni's figure disappear gradually until he disappeared in the trajectory of his destiny that should belong to him.

It doesn't seem to be a good choice to use Giovanni, who may change his erratic state at any time, in exchange for a historical direction that he is no longer familiar with.

It is precisely because of this consideration that Alexander did not take the step that could change the fate of many people.

Bishop Tony de la Rovere has not seen two or three days since that day of fighting. Alexander probably is busy with his business during this period.

So when he appeared again, Alexander guessed that he should have some clues about pimping for him and those Florentines.

As the bishop was seen running around in the castle, and at the same time, about the movements in Florence, in addition to the bishop, Alexander also heard a lot of new news from the merchants from Pisa.

As a person with an extremely pure spiritual world, Savonalola, in addition to strictly abiding by the Benedictine rules, also had very strict requirements for the Florentines.

He forbids all entertainment because it is the bait that lures the people into the trap of lust, and he also forbids most art, even the art creation of serious religious subjects, must undergo layers of review and various interpretations.

When he saw a lot of paintings created with fresh contrast of light and dark, Savonalola could no longer stand this kind of "thing that completely sold his soul to the devil", so he ordered the destruction of those damn portraits, smashing all the sculptures he thought were ill-looking, and even destroying several artwork workshops that he regarded as stolen.

Savonalora's actions shocked everyone, and even some of his supporters could not help but start to shake.

But Savonalola still firmly fulfilled his great actions as God's messenger to cleanse dirt in this world.

Florence, the most active and passionate city of this era, is under the rule of a person based on extreme personal mental cleanliness.

In this person's eyes, there is no color or even gray in the world. The only thing there is is the black that predicts the suffering of Jesus Christ and the white that symbolizes the glory of God.

Alexander could understand what kind of people the opponents Tony de la Rovere said were, and he could even guess how the bishop probably bargained with these people.

The nobles who were dissatisfied with Savonalola's rule, the guild leaders who were resentful for being treated unjustly, and the lower class people who had found that they had not gained any benefit from the new rulers after overthrowing the Metice family.

Such people can cover almost every corner of Florence, but not many people dare to truly show their inner emotions.

This is because Savonalola has the most stringent intelligence network today.

It is hard to imagine a man with such noble sentiment who is keen on using a spy, a method of approaching darkness, but Savonalola went further in this regard than anyone of his contemporary age.

Using servants to monitor the master, husbands to monitor the wife, and children to monitor the parents, Savonalola even publicly regards reporting and reporting as evidence to test whether a Florentine is pious to God.

It can be said that under his rule, no one is not monitored, and no one will be betrayed.

Such rule gave Savonalola enough power, and it was precisely because of this that he could implement his series of reforms without any scruples, and even directly confront Pope Alexander VI.

It was only a matter of time before such a person was overthrown. Alexander felt that this was normal, especially when this person was too confident and always believed that the people were sure to stand on his side, the seeds of betrayal had actually been deeply buried in the land he ruled.

Is it just to open the frozen soil yourself and let the seeds germinate and bear fruit?

Has the Republic of Pisa been destroyed and then overthrew a pioneer of the Reformation?

Alexander felt that he seemed to be moving closer to the so-called "public enemy" in history. Thinking about the fact that one day when people in later generations opened history books, he saw that his name was associated with the words "dictatorship", "reactionary", "feudal" and "reversal", Alexander felt a little indescribable depressed.

Another thing that attracted Alexander's attention was the renovation of Montina Castle

Although he knew that it would be no short time to build a castle as depicted on the drawings, Alexander could no longer wait.

In another two years, or less, Louis XII, the Duke of Orleans who inherited the French throne, will lead the French army to make a comeback, and then a protracted war will begin.

What Alexander had to do was to build a breakwater for his Montina territory in this short time that could at least defend against the first wave of war that swept through.

As for what happens after that, according to Alexander's plan, either his strength is enough to make him not afraid of threats from anywhere to Montina, or he will have nothing, and at that time, he will not have to worry about whether he can still save a Montina.

Although Pompeni is a father who likes to nag and picky, he becomes very serious and even a little stubborn when he is a craftsman.

So when Alexander asked him whether he could consider using relatively cheap gravel as the support dam for the castle's early trenches, Ponpenny immediately refused the suggestion without hesitation. He even threatened to quit his job immediately and insisted on using large stones to complete the work.

"I've seen the Gompatti's cannon. The deep pits made by the shells look scary," Pompeni explained to his insistence. "Think about it, if it was an enemy cannon, once it hit the edge of the support dam, the gravel would immediately collapse into a pile of mud, and then the trench would be of no use anymore."

Alexander had to admit that Pompeni was right. The shelling in Pisa had proved that the trench was dug in a hurry. The trench without any support on the slopes on both sides could not withstand the attack of artillery, and Alexander would not naively think that future enemies would not have thought of the simple method of destroying the trench with artillery.

At least the French have done this more than once.

But Alexander also knew that he didn't have that much money in his hands for the craftsman to build the castle of his dreams.

"Do what I said, or leave my castle," Alexander decided to be a "tyrant" "But I will order you no longer allow you to enter my army training camp, so do you think Ashley is not as good as you protect?"

Pompeni looked at Alexander in amazement. He could hardly imagine that an earl would threaten such a small person as shamelessly. But think about it, as Alexander said, letting his daughter be with a group of soldiers all day long, especially the leader next to her who had always coveted her. Pompeni chose to be a smart person after thinking about it for a moment.

"Don't be sad, my supervisor," Alexander still felt that he should comfort Pompeni after a small blow to the craftsman. He held the craftsman's shoulder intimately and walked towards the door, promising casually, "Don't worry, you will get the construction fee. Believe me, I care more about whether the castle is strong than you, but I think you should also know that maybe by the day when we are all lying in the graves, we will probably not see the final completion of Montina, so don't be too anxious, after all, this is a huge project that will not only cost money or even consume our lives."

Listening to Alexander's comfort, Pompeni shook his head helplessly. He knew that Alexander was right. The construction of Montina Castle was not only not possible in a short period of time. Perhaps it may take until his grandson is old to see the final masterpiece.

Thinking of this, Pompany suddenly felt that it was time to find a family for her daughter.

At least in this way, you don’t have to worry about one day when your daughter is abducted by a soldier.

A rhythmic drum beat came from outside the castle, and Alexander couldn't help looking in that direction. From a distance, he could vaguely see teams of soldiers walking back and forth in different rows of horizontal and vertical rows along the clearing ground. Around the team, a group of idle people and children were watching these interesting soldiers with interest.

"Progress, stand firm, hold spear, press the formation, shoot."

Even if they could not hear the repeated orders of the officers, Alexander could imagine that they were constantly shouting these boring and offensive commands at this time, and the soldiers had to practice these tactical actions that they were almost unable to endure again and again.

Model Army, this is the name Alexander gave this small army.

And he had reason to believe that because of his own sake, a certain English Duke of England in later generations should have to find another title for his beloved army.

Seeds and models, this is what Alexander hopes these soldiers can play.

Advance, stand firm, hold the spear, press the formation, shoot!

What kind of army will be created by repeated training, repeated repetition, and even the training that is sweating profusely in the sunny sun in Tuscany?!
To be continued...