Michelangelo obviously has all the personalities of an artistic master and a master. Even if he is still just emerging, these masters who have become masters have the personalities of them.

The most impressive one is probably stubbornness.

Although the saying "Only paranoid can succeed" has not been made clear, Michelangelo has already well interpreted that this sentence is indeed an eternal truth.

Moreover, because this is a characteristic of human character, it is more true and more stubborn than some slogans that claim to be eternal truth.

So although Alexander refused harshly, Xiaomi was not discouraged, and even became more determined because of this rejection.

He described his great ideas to Alexander again and again, and even forgot what he had done to Marino Palace. Later, he simply pushed away the messy things on the table and began to draw sketches.

Looking at the beginning of setting lines for a few random strokes, the almost perfect pattern between the character's position and the proportional space was established on a blank piece of paper. Then, with the sketches and sketches gradually appearing with the outlined lines, Alexander wanted to grab these things from him and collect them well.

I believe that after hundreds of years, these things will definitely be valuable art treasures. I think even if the descendants of the Kombre family will inevitably lose their authority, relying on these things can probably allow future generations to live a life of food and clothing without worries.

Alexander, who was thinking about random things, looked at the future master who is still "Xiaomi" and kept explaining eloquently, but his opposite did not change at all...

Could it be that Ruosha took off her clothes and turned around in front of this bastard to let him see clearly?

Even more excessively, it is said that in order to experience the subtlety of the human body structure more appropriately, those art masters not only need to look at it but also have a more direct touch. Only in this way can they truly feel the ups and downs and meticulous differences between the body structure and skin texture of each different person.

Let this Michelangelo touch and caress his sister's body without clothes?

How is this possible!

Not even me

No, how can this kind of thing be allowed to happen? Even if this person doesn't have to worry about anything due to orientation issues, but think about it, Alexander feels uncomfortable after all, he is a man.

"So what do you think?" Looking at Michelangelo who was chattering, Ruosha asked the man next to him who didn't speak much. Alexander noticed that Ruosha obviously respected that person more, and his tone revealed the attitude of asking for advice rather than the nobles' attitude towards the craftsmen. "Do you think there are other places that need to be modified in our new palace?"

"No, almost perfect."

The one who was obviously more taciturn and didn't like talking, but Alexander didn't like him looking at Ruosha very much. It was a different expression from Michelangelo. His eyes revealed an appreciation of "women" rather than "beauty".

"But as far as I know your architectural masterpieces tend to be more grand and majestic, so I think maybe you can give some other suggestions."

Ruosha didn't want to be done with a few perfunctory words. Although she knew that it was a bit rude to ask the two architects in front of her, she didn't care much, and her eyes at Alexander made him realize that Ruosha had other ideas about doing this.

"It should be said that I think this is becoming perfect," the man smiled at Ruosha. "I know you must hope that your home can be a grand and great building, so that it may make you or the descendants of the Count proud of the glory of their ancestors, but I cannot help you, probably I cannot help your Count Miss in this matter. Because what you need is a house that can live and even have children in it one day, rather than a pile of cages made of cold marble, so my style may not be suitable for your needs."

Alexander looked at the man in surprise. He didn't expect that this guy who looked a little lust would be so honest and could even refuse a financial backer in order to maintain his perfect style.

He should have seen that Ruosha doesn't care about money, but this makes her look even more obsessed with some of her art obsessions.

But Alexander still doesn't like his eyes!

Ruosha seemed to be moved. She picked up a pen on the table, and while pondering, she gently brushed her slightly sharp jaw with the goose feathers on it. This action made the eyes of the two masters of art instantly emit light. They looked at the girl who was half-dragging her arms and slightly contemplative. The man's eyes were full of passion, while Michelangelo's extra passion was full of fanaticism.

"That's it, look at the Count, what a perfect side face. From here you can see a nearly perfect face, and the curve of the body that is slightly green but even more imaginative. Look at the transition between the slightly undulating peaks and the lower abdomen like a flat earth. Imagine this kind of scenery. If you can wander in the valley in the middle of this transition, how comfortable it would be."

"cough!"

Alexander had to interrupt Michelangelo's increasingly explicit description with a dry cough. At this time, he even had a little doubt that "Xiaomi" was a guy who painted yellow illustrations for vulgarity before becoming famous. Listening to his descriptions, Alexander wanted to beat him up.

"Sorry, the Earl, but Miss Earl is really one of the most perfect models I have ever seen," Michelangelo said reluctantly, and then he deliberately leaned over and lowered his voice. "Of course, there is your little bohemian woman. I heard that she left, it's a pity. I always wanted to use her as my model."

Alexander shook his head. Of course he knew that the masters had some quirks, but Michelangelo's quirks were at least safe for him. As for the guy opposite who had met Ruosha again, he was not so safe.

Artists all have nearly volcanic passions and suppressed desires that seem to be bursting out at any time. To put it bluntly, they are a group of stallions who seem to be in a state of excitement forever.

Alexander felt that at least the person in front of him was.

"Brother, let me introduce you, Master Bramont," Ruosha seemed to remember and smiled slightly at Alexander. "I think you must have heard of his masterpieces, but now he is planning a truly great building. I believe you must know that a chapel was built in memory of St. Peter by Queen Isabella. This is the masterpiece of this master."

Alexander's lips moved, and he had to admit that coming to Rome was really an eye-opener and knowledgeable person. He could be a master if he came to his house alone. At least the stallion man in front of him was indeed a master.

Brahmont, the future builder of the Chapel of Tambiedo, was the father of the Roman revival architectural style. After many years, he walked around the world and saw an advocate and accentuate of the ancient Roman style architecture he advocated.

The admiration for the Romanesque dome architecture, which is not inferior to the grand dome of the famous Cathedral of Florence, made this man one of the iconic figures of the revival of Rome and even ancient art in this era.

Now this person is standing in front of him, and his eyes are floating towards his sister.

"Master, I'm so sorry, I was rude just now." Alexander walked over enthusiastically and pulled the master aside. "I think my sister must have annoyed you. Speaking of which, I have heard of your style for a long time, and I do have an idea, maybe you will be interested."

Looking at the back of the master who was reluctantly pulled away from her, Ruosha smiled. She knew that Alexander probably understood why she wanted to invite the master to her house.

In fact, Brahmont is indeed not suitable to be a designer of a palace that mainly resides. Ruosha also admires Michelangelo's designs more. Even when he heard Michelangelo say that he could create a statue for her, Ruosha couldn't help but feel moved.

"But it is placed in a new palace," Xiaomi still spared no effort to promote his suggestions. "Please forgive me. You should know that a person's beauty is short-lived, while your statue will be eternal. You can let your descendants see the beautiful image you left in this world, and let them know that you have nurtured them from such a perfect and intoxicating body."

Michelangelo's words did touch Ruosha. Who wouldn't want to make his most beautiful moment ever forever? Even if it was just a cold stone, but think about it, even after thousands of years, people will still be obsessed with themselves today. That intoxicating feeling is enough to make Ruosha feel excited and unable to control it.

But Alexander seemed to object to her doing so, but if he had promised his statue to be his private collection only, he might not have been so fiercely against it.

Ruosha thought about it and turned around and looked at the two people who were chatting a little far away.

Brahmont said it right, his persistence and sincerity in art made him unable to tolerate perfunctory, even when facing a beautiful woman he liked.

He is indeed not good at building things suitable for living and full of life. His works are magnificent and surplus power. He is good at building buildings such as churches and town halls with grand structures and momentum.

Also good at building castles!

When he heard Ruosha mention the name Brahmont, Alexander realized Ruosha's real purpose. The education his sister received since childhood made it impossible for her to not even know that Brahmont was not the right person to build the new Marino Palace, but she still chose this person.

Then the only explanation is that she prepared for his Montina Castle.

Alexander looked towards Ruosha, and the two of them had a gaze of their eyes, and they could not help but calm down for a moment.

Michelangelo happened to see this scene.

Alexander's eyes that looked like he was staring at a treasure shocked "Xiaomi". He seemed to have grabbed a trace of inspiration. At that moment, he felt that the idea in his mind that had been brewing but could not be expressed became extremely clear in an instant.

A focused look, serious and persistent, is a kind of calm but never any vague determination.

The one who was stared at by that look was a beautiful face, and the same persistence was revealed in those beautiful eyes, as if there was nothing else except the man in his eyes.

Michelangelo opened his mouth slightly, and the spirituality of the artist Octavia and the future master made him seem to have a certain assumption that he had never thought about and dared not think about before.

Is this possible?

Michelangelo asked in his heart, then he shook his head slightly, but then an excited look flashed in his eyes.

A young man and woman with a more normal worldly sibling relationship is full of banned by worldly laws and morals, and is destined to lead to a tragic taboo love!

Michelangelo felt that the blood in his body was about to burn, and he even remembered the heroes in Greek mythology and legends who were destined to go to tragedy because they had surpassed their relationship with blood.

Michelangelo had the urge to work immediately. He wanted to carve Alexander like this and let his focused eyes stay in people's memory forever.

Alexander didn't know that he had been betrayed by his eyes, or that he had met a master who did not look at everything with ordinary eyes.

But he finally knew that it was not appropriate to look at his sister like this, and that Bramont's interest in Montina also made him happy.

Like many masters of this era, Bramant likes to challenge those magnificent architectural plans. They always want their works to be masterpieces made of stone and stay in this world for the world to admire.

But unlike others, Bramant pays more attention to details.

He could build a small prayer hall more complicated than a vast cathedral, which can be seen from the Chapel of Tambieth.

The reason why that chapel later became a monument in the history of European architecture and was later learned from architectural experts in many countries was because he interpreted a small chapel into a condensed history of European architecture.

The grandeur of Rome, the sequel of Gothic, and the luxury and unruly of the present, the Chapel of Tambiedo brings all this together,

But none of these made Alexander the happiest. What really made him happy was that Bramant's interest in military fortifications had reached an obsession.

It is said that this master once visited every castle he could see, and the ideas about the construction of the castle in his residence, or some ideas that no one knows whether it can be realized, were much more sketches of his famous buildings that were passed down from later generations.

And this is secondly. What Alexander noticed was that in his memory, the later Montina Castle was indeed designed and built by Bramute in front of him!

And this castle, like the Chapel of Tambiedo, later became a pioneer of imitation like a milestone.

"Master, I believe you must be interested in building a truly insurmountable castle," Alexander said with a smile. Although he knew that this was not true, there was never an insurmountable fortress in the world, he knew that this would attract the interest of the architectural genius in front of him. "I think maybe Montina should have an opportunity to prove your idea."

"Earl, I haven't promised you yet," said Bramant, with a little reserved look, and then waved his hand slightly impatiently. "Well, I have to admit that your castle really makes me curious. If I could see the designs you just mentioned, of course I will keep it secret for you."

"That's great," Alexander said, as he was intimate with Rabmant, and he pulled his eyes away from Rusha. "Come on, let me tell you the details. You must know that I will probably stay in Rome for a while, so I think we need to discuss it in depth."

Ruosha looked at the two men walking side by side in the corridor with a satisfied smile, and then she turned around and smiled slightly at Michelangelo who was looking at her: "Maybe I will consider my suggestions to you and create a statue that belongs to me."

"I believe Miss Earl you will agree with," Michelangelo also looked at the two people in the corridor. "It should be the meaning and value of artistic existence that can keep your beauty forever in the eyes of those who truly appreciate yourself."

Michelangelo's words made Ruosha think. She closed her eyes slightly, as if she was savoring the sentence. Then she opened her eyes, and a faint reluctance and loneliness appeared in her eyes.

"Keep beauty forever in the eyes of those who admire themselves," Ruosha glanced at Michelangelo. "Master, I hope that one day you can fulfill what you said just now. I will pay you enough money by that time, but I hope that the work must be told to you, leaving the most beautiful moment of my own."

Michelangelo bowed slightly, and he felt that he had understood what the count lady meant.

Perhaps when the Earl Miss will get married one day, she will come to him and ask him to fulfill his promise, and the person who can see her most beautiful moment should be in this house now.

Alexander didn't have long rest. After lunch, he brought Maximo to the town hall.

Maximo had no objection to being back under Alexander's command. Although he thought he was very happy with Miss Earl, when Alexander stepped on the third stairs of the Roman City Hall, the guards shook the copper bells at the door of the city hall to pull the rope. The bronze bell then made a slightly dull sound, monk Maximo felt that it was actually very good to be with the lord.

Three closed doors in the city hall were opened at the same time.

From it slowly walked out a group of the most authoritative people in the Roman city.

Alexander was familiar with these people, and some knew them, while others were still very unfamiliar with them.

But no matter who it was, no matter how much these human breasts looked at him, when they saw Alexander's feet wearing short boots step on the wool carpet on the top steps of the Town Hall, many people's eyes could not help but jump slightly.

They noticed Alexander's hand pressing tightly against the hilt of his waist, and then saw him stepping on both feet on the steps without hesitation.

"Weapons are prohibited in the city hall except for guards." A Roman nobleman said with a low face.

This man did have reasons for being unhappy. They didn't expect that the poor boy from Naples who were kicked out of the Order Conference was back, and he still looked so arrogant.

"But as the city defense officer appointed by His Majesty the Pope, I have the power to carry weapons," Alexander stared into the other party's eyes. "Unless you think I should not perform my duties, or rather, let Rome be free from the current panic."

The MP of the Order Conference showed anger in his eyes, but he knew he could no longer say anything.

Giovanni's death became the greatest sorrow of the Borgia family, but for the Romans, his death was more of a disaster and turmoil.

Alexander stepped forward and stopped as his toes touched the edge of the door frame in front of him.

Half a year after he fired a gun at Caesar in the city hall to demonstrate to the sky, Alexander walked back into the city hall!
Chapter completed!