Alexander VI never thought that there would be someone in this world who admired and almost believed in him.

Mahimo showed just the right amount of excitement from seeing him and almost caused a few reckless recklessness, and a minor accident that seemed a little stupid but could be compensated in time, which made even a cunning person like Alexander VI feel a little proud of being flattered.

What really impressed Alexander VI was Mahimo's sermon.

Before being invited to attend Machimo's sermon speech, Alexander VI did not hold much hope. After all, the Vatican has never lacked people who have been born by verbalism.

In fact, this is also a habit that the Romans have been passed down for thousands of years. Even though it is no longer the era of the oratories and orators in ancient Rome, there is still no shortage of adventurers who use boastful talk to themselves.

So when Mahimo began to preach, although the appearance of the pope surprised the originally seemingly empty and sparse audience, people did not immediately pay attention to the monk.

But as the speech continued, the pope, who originally planned to show his face to give this monk and Alexander only, was surprised to find that the things the monk, who came from somewhere, talked gradually attracted his attention.

Alexander VI brought him a refreshing drink, and then sat on the side balcony of the chapel behind the unrenovated St. Peter's Church, and began to listen carefully to the speech of the monk who seemed to have some kind of incitement. At the same time, he was secretly observing those who heard that he stayed and finally began to pay attention to the monk's preaching.

Several cardinals who followed the pope came first when they heard the news. They saluted respectfully to the pope sitting on the balcony, and then sat down and began to listen to the monks' sermons.

More and more people came to hear the news. People were surprised that the good luck of this monk who came from some unknown place could be valued by the pope, and even more wondering what this person said that he could actually allow Alexander VI to present in person.

"This world is where God created as a habitat for the world..."

Maximo shouted loudly to the more and more listeners below. Because there were too many people, he had to walk down from the pulpit in front and walk into the crowd. When he saw clergy with higher identities than him, he would bow humbly, and when he saw ordinary clothes, he would face it with a smile. This was different from any preacher who was either high or self-sacrificing, but what he said was not at all easy.

"Because of sin, the world was driven out of the Garden of Eden, but God did not give up on the world, so he saved us with his parents and children. Then, in order for the world to remember and maintain humility forever, Jesus Christ identified his agent and clone walking in the world," Mahimo suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the Pope on the small balcony. "This is a saint who has been tested by God, and is the shadow of the flesh Jesus Christ regards as the earth. His glory shines on the earth and makes people salvation."

Mahimo's words instantly rolled up a whirlwind in the chapel, and the bishops looked at each other in a glance. These bishops who were familiar with the classics certainly knew the source of the last sentence of the monks, and also knew how huge metaphors were hidden behind the praise from the Book of Titus in the New Testament, which made the bishops feel a little nervous.

Just as the bishops were still secretly discussing whether it was appropriate for Mahimo to use such a verse to a living pope, Mahimo had continued to speak loudly in an indignant tone: "The world is foolish and misunderstood their shepherds. They put the slander garments made up of lies and insults on him, and they wantonly talk about their only father in this world, the master and the only rescuer who can redirect them, the lambs, to Jesus Christ. This is a shame of ignorance, a hated betrayal and a ruthless despicable despicable."

Mahimo's words caused an uproar in the chapel. People looked at the monk in disbelief. They did not expect that this man would attack those who were on the Holy See in such a way that almost rebukes heresy, or simply those who were hostile to Alexander VI himself. In the surging eloquence of this monk, he even described his hostility to Alexander VI as a betrayal of God and Jesus.

Even the bishops who depended on Alexander VI could not help but look at the small balcony with a slightly uneasy and puzzled look. They had to know from the pope whether the monk who suddenly appeared was a role arranged by the pope himself, and wanted to know as soon as possible that if this was indeed arranged by him, then what he wanted to do.

Even Alexander VI was somewhat surprised by Mahimo's sermon. He watched the monks kneel down in his direction in the aisle and crowd of people in the chapel, kissing the stones on the ground and unable to bear to look up. Alexander VI felt that he had met a very good follower.

Mahimo's sermon was successful, or shocking. When the content of his sermon was edited and quickly circulated, many Romans were surprised at first, and then some intelligent people seemed to notice something from it.

Alexander VI summoned Alexander again on the third day after Mahimo's speech. In these two days, the monks had already gained fame through their wonderful speeches in St. Peter's prayer hall. The most important thing is that even if there are ten thousand people with reason and more evidence to refute his remarks, no one can take the initiative to stand up and challenge the monks.

Combined with the affirmation of the Pope, the agent who walks in the world, and the flattery of Alexander VI, under the protection of the great power of the Pope, Mahimo's sermon became the most powerful and most untouchable and refuted voice in the city of Rome in recent days.

"I was deeply impressed by the monk's sermon."

In the Pope's office, Alexander VI fiddled with the huge marble globe in front of him. Many of the places marked on this globe are not only seemingly true, but even some are even absurd. However, it was on this globe that Alexander VI used his fingers to draw a boundary line that spread to future generations - the Pope's Meridian.

"I once relied on my own strength to mediate between two powerful countries, and solved more problems with pure diplomacy. The purpose of my work is to maintain peace in the world of Christ. After all, a hundred-year war in our West has just ended, and in our East, the troubles caused to us by those traitors who believe in Hus have not yet been completely calmed down. What's worse is that the pagan army is already waiting for an opportunity to move on our borders."

Alexander VI's voice was a little angry and gloomy. He looked at Alexander who was standing calmly in front of him: "I must not be weak, nor can I just use devout prayers instead of swords and guns. I have to try my best to maintain our faith and not to fade in my hands. This may use some disgraceful means, but my enemies use this to attack me, which is absolutely untolerable!"

"Your Majesty, we all know that you are right," Alexander bowed. "I believe that more people should hear the voice of understanding and reverence for you, so I ask that you be granted in your name the right to preach in the sermons of Mahimo, so that only in this way can more people understand how different the slander they heard before and what they should hear now."

Alexander VI pondered for a moment. He knew that agreeing to this would instantly increase the monk's status, but he didn't care about this.

What’s important is that he needs to think clearly about what this matter means to him.

"I will consider this suggestion of yours," the Pope nodded, and continued to ask "Now tell me what you have found in the past two days."

Knowing that things shouldn't be that simple, Alexander did not continue to stay in the matter of monks.

"We found something, we interrogated the suspicious Jews, and asked many other insiders, and it is certain that there are many clergy involved in the affairs of the Jews in the Vatican, some of which are even Cardinals."

"Where is the triple crown, what I care about is that. I don't want to know which cardinal or priest borrowed money from the Jews to raise their mistress and illegitimate son. I just want to know if you found the triple crown."

"I didn't find it."

Alexander's straightforward answer made the pope angry, but before he could speak, Alexander had continued: "But I believe there is a conspiracy against the Vatican or yourself, and some people are trying to use the triple crown to establish an opponent for you."

"That's delusion," the pope interrupted Alexander's words in anger. "My Holy See is given by God, and no one can be taken from me in my lifetime."

"But if someone tries to reappear the unity of the Three Emperors, it may feel that it is not impossible."

Alexander VI's expression suddenly became gloomy. Of course, he knew what Alexander was hinting. Although he did not believe that a triple crown would make the farce of the three emperors of the church united again, this could not help but attract his attention.

"I want you to find out this matter at all costs. If you need anything, you can get help from Caesar." Alexander VI waved his hand. Seeing Alexander salute and turn around, the Pope suddenly spoke: "Alexander!"

Looking at the young man who turned to look at him, Alexander VI pondered for a moment, then waved to him and let him come to him.

"I am very sorry about you and Lucrezia," the pope sighed a little helplessly. "You should have heard that Lucrezia will soon be engaged to Alfonso of Billysheli, and then if nothing unexpected happens, they will get married next spring. I can understand that this may upset you. After all, when I recruit you from Montina, I said that you were my family, but now it seems that I have broken my trust."

Looking at the pope's calm expression, Alexander wanted to tell him, "I'm really happy that I didn't become your family, otherwise I would be cheated to death by you sooner or later." However, he just shook his head as if helplessly.

"Your Majesty, as you said, it is God's gift to you to be the Pope, and the encounter and encounter between Lucrezia and me was also God's arrangement. So now God has arranged for us to separate is their will."

"You can think so best," Alexander VI nodded slightly, and then he reached out and pressed gently on Alexander's shoulder. "Listen, I will not treat those who serve me unfairly, whether it is money or power, as long as I can give, so serve me well, and you will find that it is worth it."

After Alexander left silently, a wooden door next to the office slowly opened and Caesar walked out of it.

"Dad, do you believe this Naples? I don't think he loves Lucrezia at all. He only approached him because she is your daughter, and this person should be punished for this."

Looking at Caesar's angry look, Alexander VI frowned slightly.

"Caesar, you can't lose your mind because of jealousy," seeing his son seemingly stunned, the pope stroked his son's cheek with some pamperingness. "I know you think this person has snatched your glory, and he also knows that he has been targeting you because of Giovanni's affairs, but have you ever thought about it? Because of his current actions, the whole Rome people are staring at him instead of you, which is the most beneficial to you. You must know that now is the critical moment for you, and it is related to whether you can become the Duke of Romagna smoothly one day, so letting that Alexander be your shield to attract the attention of the Romans is the key, and you just need to wait quietly for all this to subside and put on the crown of the Duke of Romagna."

Caesar opened his mouth slightly, and he wanted to refute, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He knew that his father was right. At this critical moment when almost everyone suspected that he was the murderer of his brother and that it was also a critical moment that concerns his future after he was lifted from his priesthood, any impulse would become a stumbling block to his future future.

As for that Alexander, Caesar finally shook his head and decided not to think about that person anymore.

Alexander, who had not become the pope's family, had received an empty promise. He originally wanted to wait for Machimo to go back together, but after hearing that he had to travel for two more places, he left the Vatican alone.

The shadow of the Castle of Sant'Angelic has appeared in front, and now in the castle are guarding Caesar's Vatican Guards, as well as the Agris of Alexander.

A small team caught Alexander's attention, and he gently took Pagasus and looked at the unusually familiar texture of the badge on the carriage opposite.

Palermo Bishop Alfonso's face flashed out of the car window.

"Earl, I didn't expect to see you here," Alfonso's face was not obvious. His expression was kind and kind. If he only looked at the current appearance of the two, no one would believe that they had been incompatible with each other like water and fire. "You have been back for a long time, but we have only met until now."

"In fact, I originally thought I wouldn't see you. After all, you are the bishop of Palermo," Alexander said slightly sarcastically. "But I heard that you are seeking a cardinal position now, so it's not surprising."

"So are you willing to support me?" Alfonso didn't seem to hear the sarcasm in Alexander's big words. "Don't forget that you are still a Sicilian. As the guardian of the lighthouse, if I become a cardinal, it might be better for you."

As he said that, Alfonso seemed to suddenly remember something. He poked out half of his body from the carriage, and then signaled Alexander, who was riding on the horse and looking down at him, lowered his head and approached him.

"I have received news that so far the king has not made up his mind to appoint whom the palace minister of Sicily," Alfonso's eyes flashed with active and unconcealed excitement. "Then if I become a cardinal, Earl, how do you think I will repay those who have helped me?"

Alexander looked at Alfonso with surprise. He did not expect that in order to climb up, the bishop had reached the point where he would openly sign officials and make wishes and sell official titles. However, thinking that even the atonement talismans can be sold around now, Alfonso's small promise was nothing.

But because of this, Alexander felt that he could knock on this bishop who was so obsessed with power.

"Since you are so honest, I have something to tell you," Alexander bent down and lowered his voice. "My people have found that many of the big names in the Vatican are related to those Jews, and before that, it seems that someone has seen you appear in a Jewish gathering area."

Alfonso's lips trembled slightly without notice, then he nodded slowly and retracted his body into the carriage.

Seeing Alfonso's convoy pass by and walk away towards the Vatican, Alexander turned around and signaled the team to continue moving forward.

On the bridge of the Tiber River, Alexander felt the vacancies, fear, and panic flashing in the eyes of the people passing by to him.

The interrogation of the Jews involved more people than he thought, which once again caused Rome to fall into a vague uneasiness.

The Jews may indeed be weak in this era. They always became scapegoats for all kinds of crimes, and because of the huge wealth they possess, they were always looted again and again, but they were not completely weak.

At least having wealth itself is enough to make them do a lot of things, including those who are related to their money, have to help them for themselves.

"What you should do now is to leave Rome as soon as possible and go back to Montina," when he returned home, Ruosha's first words to Alexander made him realize that things might be worse than he thought. "Go to Lucrezia and she will help you, let your little beauty act coquettishly in front of her father and let you go back to the territory, and I will leave the city as soon as possible."

"What did you find?" Alexander looked around and confirmed that there was no one else in the room. He reached out and put Ruosha into his arms. Before she could resist, his lips had fallen on her neck. "It's not like you so uneasy. Ruosha, who I know, is always confident and not easy to bully."

"But you are bullying me now, use your charm on the woman in the Bogia family. Maybe she can help you get rid of the trouble in front of you," Ruosha said, struggling to break out of Alexander's arms. Then she stretched out a finger and stopped Alexander's continued entanglement, then turned around and took out a sealed document from a tightly locked drawer, and held it in front of Alexander. "You asked Uriu and Matthews Tiego to investigate who was related to those Jews in the market records of the town hall. Now the result is out, you can see it yourself."

Alexander opened the wax-sealed document with a little confusion. When he finished reading the contents in a rough manner and then his eyes fell on the conclusion, his eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, and then he couldn't help but whisper: "Damn it."

The conclusion of the document seemed to point directly at a prominent Roman family.

This family is famous for having a woman called the bride of Christ.

Farnie, Alexander VI's mistress, and Julia Farnie's family!
Chapter completed!