u After erosion of time, the traces on the wooden beams have been blurred, but under careful rubbing, the strange-looking trace was still printed on a piece of paper.

"It's Hebrew, Master," Uriu said excitedly as he looked at the handwriting on the paper, "but I don't know him, I just saw this kind of word in the old master."

Alexander glanced at Uriu, and was a little curious about the Moors' past. Speaking of which, he did not believe that a Sicilian nouveau riche could have such a servant, so when Uriu decided to leave the Ziony family and follow him, Alexander refused at first.

But now it seems that the Moor did not disappoint him.

"In addition to the counter, there are these tools. You must know that the tools for weighing gold and silverware must be very accurate, so they must be repaired and corrected frequently. According to habits, these tasks should be done for familiar stores, especially gold and silver measuring instruments. Although the Jews are greedy for money, they still pay great attention to credit fairness in transactions, so they will be careful to maintain those measuring instruments to prevent them from deviating, find the shops that have close contact with them, and then look for clues from it," Alexander smiled slightly at his subordinates who were busy in the basement. Although they took away the documents they could take away when they ran away, there was enough evidence left."

Alexander's order made Uriu and Mahimo a little stunned. Although once they were able to recall these principles, they would find that there was nothing special, but when they faced the empty room themselves, they did not remember anything.

But now after Alexander said this, it seems that the whole room is really full of evidence.

Things that may be used as evidence are carefully examined or simply moved away, and clues are gradually revealed as these things.

When Alexander returned to Marino Palace, he saw Ruosha facing the pile of rags placed in the hall.

"They said your people were arresting people everywhere in the Jewish district," Ruosha said. "Two bishops have sent people to ask what's going on. Although they did not express their dissatisfaction, they can see that they think you are looking for trouble."

"The Vatican's big man," Alexander couldn't help but remember the rumor about someone dealing with Jews. "It seems that he is really a big man, and there is a cardinal who stands out for them."

"Are you investigating Giovanni's death?" Ruosha bypassed the various vessels that Alexander called the evidence to be sealed. "You know that except for those who murder Giovanni, others don't want you to find anything."

Alexander nodded in agreement. He knew that Ruosha was right. In addition to the murderer, many people may not hope that the murder can be revealed.

As for the enemies of the Bogia family, they didn't want to see the murder result.

Perhaps the more vague the more it is, the more beneficial it is to some people.

At least one person who is always on the charge of murdering his brother is enough to make Caesar difficult and troubled for a long time to come.

Ruosha's vision obviously needs to be seen further in this matter. When many people think that he must track down the murderer, Ruosha can see through these, which shows her wit.

Alexander raised his hand in habit, trying to stroke Ruosha's head to express his approval, but then stopped again.

I don't know when he started, but he became a little scruple about this little movement that was originally close to brother and sister. Perhaps it was because he finally broke the tacit understanding between the two that Alexander began to worry that perhaps this seemingly unconscious action would fall into the eyes of some people who were interested. If that were the case, it would be bad.

As if he realized Alexander's strangeness, Ruosha deliberately rubbed her head forward and said in a slightly mischievous tone: "Don't you want to praise your sister for her intelligence?"

"It should be praised," Alexander took the opportunity to grab Ruosha's head and kissed her forehead. "I just discovered something new, and the task the Pope arranged for me this time is not just to investigate Giovanni's death."

A trace of worry flashed in Ruosha's eyes. Perhaps it may be a very glorious good thing to others to gain the trust and trust of the pope, but Ruosha knew clearly that for Alexander, his future was not in Rome, and he should not waste all his time and energy in this city.

"You should stay away from trouble," Ruosha said with a little dissatisfaction. "Leaving Rome as soon as possible is what you should do. Go back to your territory, and you are needed there."

"But now I have to finish this matter," Alexander was a little helpless, and he was also dissatisfied with Alexander VI's arrangement, but it was obvious that it was not easy to reject a pope. "I know very well what is most important to me, I believe that my things are not bad, and I also have my own plans."

Ruosha nodded. She believed that Alexander should have known the importance of the matter, and that the topic could not be discussed anymore, because she saw Uriu walking in their direction.

Ruosha looked at Uriu approaching with a cold expression, which made the Moorish neck a little hard. He first bowed to Ruosha, and then immediately walked to Alexander to report: "Master, I found it. There are several shops that are very familiar with the people living in that house. We have found them all and locked them up, and as you said, they will not be allowed to meet each other."

As the Moors paused a little, looked at Ruosha next to him before continuing: "In addition, we asked about almost the entire Jewish district according to your order, and found that the owners of several of the shops seemed to have not seen any trace after this morning, and two of them did not even open the door."

Hearing this, Alexander showed a "very sure" expression on his face.

Those Jews hiding behind the scenes cannot live in this world like invisible people. They are often some ordinary shopkeeper or an amiable old man, but in secret, they control and rule the place where the Jews gather.

Alexander believed that since they could make Lemo commit suicide and buy time for them, they would not take the risk of continuing to stay in the Jewish district.

Maybe some of them will continue to go back to their own shops to take care of their business, looking completely unrelated to the house, but there will definitely be people who have to leave the Jewish area for various reasons to hide.

What Alexander is looking for now are those who are still there.

"It seems that some of the shops are related to us," Uriu continued until Alexander looked at him again and showed his expression to let him say everything. "Some of them seem to have something to do with our chambers, and it seems that there is a merchant in our chambers doing business with those Jews."

Alexander showed a little surprise. Of course, he knew that doing business would inevitably involve dealing with Jews. But Uriu would say this specifically, which means that this person who deals with Jews should not be just a simple chamber of commerce merchant.

“That man is called Matthews Tiego, a businessman from Bali Ali,” Uliu reported carefully. “He is now an agent of your chamber of commerce in Bali Ali.”

"Agent businessman on Baliari?" Alexander looked at Ruosha with a little surprised. "Is our business so good now? We can actually start business in Castilla?"

"No, that person is just a Castile merchant I know," Ruosha frowned slightly and said, "I met him at the sea of ​​Brother Lenian. At that time, he almost killed the soldiers of the Venetian Navy. I saved him and then let this person join our chamber of commerce."

"This man is now in Rome and is doing business with the Jews?" Alexander asked strangely.

"No, he originally wanted to go back to Bali, but I asked him to come to Rome with me," Ruosha said casually, then suddenly jumped at the corner of her eyes and glanced at the slightest displeasure in Alexander's eyes. "I think maybe he should come to see you. Although I'm not very clear about what your free trade zone will look like in Bali, it should be good if someone can help us."

"So you brought him, and he is now doing business with the Jews." Alexander smiled bitterly. He didn't know whether to praise or blame Rusha, but he was somewhat interested in the Barriali merchant named Matthews Tiego. "Okay, find some time for him to come and see me. Maybe I really have something to leave to him to do."

Bali Ali is an island belonging to the Kingdom of Castile, and Alexander will not forget this.

Uriu is a very diligent servant, follower, and a talented musketeer. If nothing unexpected happens in the future, he will be the chief supervisor of Alexander.

But no one knew that he could still hold the position of torture officer.

There were a large number of Jews who were arrested in the north of Rome. In the gloomy cell, these people were waiting for their unknown fate, and the one who decided their future was Uriu.

In this prison, the Moors showed an unknown side. He asked the guards to bring the Jews into a room with closed doors, and soon screams came from it.

The scream made the others in the cell frightened, and when it was their turn, someone began to talk about everything they knew because of fear.

There was a group of Jews, who were the smartest among their tribes. These people realized at a very early age that they could not accumulate real wealth by relying on ordinary ways to make money.

These smart people began to use the knowledge they had mastered and the careers that their ancestors had created over the years to carry out another way of business.

They used their reputation among their tribes to gather their money together, and then used this money to either give usury loans to the noble bishops who needed large loans, or put huge capital into the market, and use the price fluctuations that have become ups and downs due to these investments, making amazing profits from it again and again.

These Jews have been doing this for many years, and as this method continues, a group of special people who have accumulated wealth through this method gradually emerged among them.

These people are called elders. They may be just small gold shop owners or inconspicuous shop owners, but when they gather, these people will use their smart brains to quickly calculate business, and then in a short while, maybe somewhere may make a fortune because someone goes bankrupt.

When Uriu reported these plausible and even somewhat incredible news to Alexander, he was somewhat worried.

Although Uriu can guarantee that the Jews should be telling the truth, it is precisely because of this that he is worried that he might have let those cunning guys deceive him again.

However, Alexander did not doubt this time, it was just a bit surprised.

Alexander didn't know if the Jewish descriptions were considered as some early banking prototype or variant, but when he looked at the descriptions on the confessions, he knew that he might have really dug up a big guy.

An underground world that seems unreal but is hidden in the Jewish district in the Roman city, a huge underground financial system in the dark that no one can tell how much wealth there is.

Alexander felt that if this was not what Uriu told him, the first thing he had to do was to kill the man and silence him.

Everyone in the world knows that Jews are rich, but they are often not clear about how much money they have and how they use it.

Now, Alexander felt that he had vaguely touched the door of the mystery, and the next thing was to reach out and pull open the door and walk in.

"Have you found the whereabouts of some of them?"

"No master yet," Uriu was a little helpless. "We have visited some of the people they said. Some of them can't find them, but some of them are just errands. They don't know more than others, so we are still looking for them."

Alexander nodded without blaming or urging him. He knew that things could not be that simple. Although those Jewish elders might not deliberately conceal or deceive them, the experiences of the Jews over the years must have made them more cautious, so things would not be that simple.

But this is not a problem for Alexander.

"Go to the town hall and re-record all the records of all the necessities of daily necessities in Rome over the years," Alexander narrowed his eyes slightly. "Those Jews, since they can use such large funds to control the prices of the entire Roman materials, they will definitely leave various traces. They cannot directly invest the money into the market themselves. This requires someone to help them. I need to know which family has been the most active in Rome when prices have changed over the years, and who has made a fortune during this period."

Uriu's face showed a look of admiration, and he nodded constantly. Later, he responded loudly in an overly excited tone and turned around and left. He made Maximo, who was standing next to him look at it and muttered secretly: "Shameless flattery."

"Taego, who brings the Matthews Tiego of Bali, he is a businessman who can help you find clues faster," Alexander reminded Uliu, who was running away. Hearing Uliu's clever response, he smiled softly and looked at Mahimo next to him. "As for you monk, I have something to hand over to you."

Mahimo's expression immediately became serious from his disdain for the Moors.

Mahimo was a little uneasy during this period. He felt that he had fallen out of favor. After arriving in Rome, he was very uncomfortable. This made him even a little envious of Carlo, who is now recruiting recruits in Agri, at least that farmer still has something to do now.

Now that I suddenly heard that Alexander had arranged a job for him, the monk immediately became energetic.

"I will arrange for you to meet the Pope," Seeing this first sentence, the monk almost fainted. Alexander stopped helplessly and looked at him, and then continued to say, "It is best for you to act after seeing the Pope himself. I think he must be very happy to see someone admiring him so much."

"Sir, please rest assured, I will make the Pope feel that I am his most loyal follower."

"Then, I will arrange for you to perform a series of sermons," Alexander then told, "You will be a very pious ascetic, a man who has experienced many hardships and followed us to Rome to pilgrimage. You will be angry at the neglect of the Vatican and mourn the Pope's ignorance. You will condemn all those who are unreasonable to the Holy See, even those who are the most powerful and influential nobles, will be mercilessly denounced."

Mahimo nodded constantly while listening, and his expression changed constantly with Alexander's narrative until he was a little stunned and he stopped talking.

"What do you want to say?"

"Sir, do you think the most powerful and influential nobles also include the French kings and imperial emperors?"

Seeing Maximo's a little pitiful, Alexander couldn't help but laugh.

"Do you think you will be retaliated against by Charlie or Maximian for this?"

Seeing Alexander's sarcastic look, Mahimo immediately shook his head: "Of course not. If you need me, I can immediately become a fearless martyr. But in order to serve you in the future, can you tell me if it is safe to do this?"

"Don't worry, they won't do you like you," Alexander comforted Machimo. "At least it won't do it for the time being. When our business is done, you may no longer have to be afraid of what they will do to you."

Listening to Alexander's slightly lingering words, Mahimo's heart heated up slightly.

Ma Ximo always believed that he could see the size of a woman's breast through his clothes, and he would not be wrong to look at men.

From the moment he met Alexander in the outskirts of Naples, Mahimo believed that this young man was different from others.

As he walked along the way, it has proved that he did not read it wrong before.

But now, Alexander seemed to be trying to prove to him that his eyes were not far enough!

"We're going to find the triple crown, Mahimo," Alexander stood up and looked in the direction of the Vatican "and then, I'm going to make you the biggest beneficiary of this."

"Dear Your Majesty, allow me to recommend to you, a true practitioner, a hike from a distance to the Vatican, just to see the Supreme Holy See and the humble man who kisses the corner of your robe, a your most loyal follower, Monk Mahimo."

On the afternoon of July 22, 1497, Alexander brought Machimo to the Sistine Cathedral in the Vatican.
Chapter completed!