Alexander stood behind the canvas and watched carefully as Michelangelo's portrait of Rusha.

Designing coins is actually not a big deal for Michelangelo. He only needs to know what effect he needs to design a lot of different patterns.

Among these patterns, some are full-body images and bust images, and some are just avatars. It is obvious that Michelangelo has taken into account the various different styles that may be needed.

After finally choosing two patterns as the front and back of the coin, Alexander finally failed to resist Ruosha's charming image. He decided to let Michelangelo paint a portrait of Ruosha, and always keep her Athena-like beauty and musket-holding on the canvas on the canvas.

Ruosha in the portrait looks so daunting. It is a kind of perfection that seems to exist beyond the image of a human being. Her firm eyes make her look a little tough, but the corners of her lips are just slightly raised, but she brings a hint of tenderness. Alexander didn't know how Michelangelo thought of making the people in the painting look like this deep expression when he was dealing with this lips, but he felt that this way just showed Ruosha's uniqueness.

The footsteps came slightly, and Alexander looked back and saw the person in the painting walking slowly. However, Ruosha was wearing a milky white home skirt. The skirt without many embellishments fitted very well. As she walked, she slid her waist completely set off.

"I have decided to let Michelangelo carve a full body image for you. Do you remember that I said that you would stand forever in the Cathedral of Hundred Flowers in Florence? I think it shouldn't be too far away at this time."

Ruosha smiled and looked at her slightly raised lips. Alexander couldn't help but look at the canvas. Two familiar smiles appeared in front of him at the same time, which made him wonder how Michelangelo captured her sweet smile that seemed to be the only one who could enjoy at this moment.

"The Pope sent someone to summon you," Ruosha walked over and helped Alexander clean up while whispering, "I think you have been in Rome for too long. You must know that the longer you take Caesar as a hostage, the more unfavorable it will be for you. I think the Pope must have not given up saving Caesar. If he really does, you will be in danger."

"I know, but I must stay in Rome. Caesar actually helped me a lot this time. If his own recklessness had not fallen into my hands, if I wanted to enter Rome, I would have to use Lucrezia to threaten her father."

Hearing Alexander's words, Ruosha paused slightly in her hand, and she looked up at Alexander carefully: "But you won't do this right? You won't threaten it with your own mother, so you will take the risk to Rome in the end, which is what I worry about the most."

"But now I have Caesar in my hand, so you don't have to worry about such things." Alexander smiled and hugged Ruosha. "Actually, everything you do is the key to ensuring my safety in Rome. You make the Romans believe that they need me and let them know that only I can make them gain wealth, so that the Pope cannot take any measures against me because of his concern. It can be said that everything I can get now is obtained with your help."

Ruosha exhaled gently, and suddenly she felt an indescribable relaxation, as if everything she had done before was rewarded at this moment.

"Don't I remember that I am your sister," Ruosha whispered in Alexander's ear, "Maybe you will have a wife, maybe one or even a few lovers, but you only have one sister, and this identity cannot be taken away by any woman."

Alexander kissed Ruosha's sideburns lightly. He knew that Ruosha was not unwilling to care about the relationship between him and Lucrezia, or that she also cared about Barenti very much, but as she said, neither wife nor lover, they could replace her "sister".

This is probably also a place where Ruosha thinks she can comfort herself.

The Pope summoned Alexander in the Holy Cross Prayer Hall not far from the Sistine Cathedral. I wonder if it was because of Rusha's previous warning, but Alexander felt that there were a lot more guards in the Prayer Hall today than usual.

The Holy Cross Prayer Hall is actually a tomb. The small semicircular building on the ground is located in the northeast corner of the Sistine Cathedral. After entering, you will see a narrow marble staircase leading to the ground. Following the stairs, passing through a not-long corridor, you will arrive at the catacomb of the Prayer Hall.

There are six marble coffins in the tomb in a fan shape, and the carved portraits on the lid of the sarcophagus are lifelike. Alexander knows that as time goes by, there will be two more sarcophagus here in the future, which will be the two great figures worthy of being buried here in the future.

Alexander VI stood in the clearing ground in front of these fan-shaped sarcophagus, watching Alexander appear, lifting his raised forehead upwards, and then staring at Alexander with a scrutiny look.

"People know that there are many of the greatest figures in Vatican history," the pope glanced around. "But few people know that this was once a execution ground for executing prisoners. The executioners of the Holy See used the cruelest means to deal with prisoners who were declared heresy, and their methods even pagans would be scared."

Alexander frowned slightly. He didn't know what the Pope suddenly brought him here to do. Listening to Alexander VI's threatening tone, the first thought in his mind was, "If Rusha really guessed, he had found and rescued Caesar?"

"Tell me, what would you do if you knew someone had deceived you, regardless of whether the person had deliberately deceived you by trust, but he had deceived you?"

"If he was my enemy, I would admire his means," Alexander replied, quickly pondering the meaning of the Pope's words. "If his friends, I would regard this as betrayal, and I would only be angry and hated this man."

"Okay," the pope walked forward slowly, and he walked slowly around Alexander, while lowering his voice. "Then tell me, are you my enemy or friend?"

"Your Majesty, please tell me if there is any offense, but I have to say that I have not done anything to harm you so far. If you are talking about Caesar, I think we all know that it is just my means of using the means of protecting, if it is about Lucrezia..."

"Shut up!"

Alexander VI suddenly roared, and his voice echoed throughout the tomb, making a buzzing echo.

"You dare to mention my daughter. You hijacked and seduced her, and then left your dirty seeds in her body, and used sweet words to deceive her to leave offspring for you to threaten me. This is not enough. You use Caesar's anger to seize him and use him as a hostage to threaten me to do those things for you. But even if you are not satisfied, you even conspired to collude with my enemies to oppose me, tell me what benefits the Florentines have given you to make you willing to cooperate with them?!"

Alexander looked at the Pope in amazement. This was the first time he saw Alexander angry. Although he didn't have many opportunities to see this father-in-law before, as far as he knew, even in the face of Gonzalo's public humiliation, Alexander VI was not as excited and angry as he is now.

What he cares about is the news about Florence.

On the eve of an economic storm that concerns the whole of Europe, Florence is about to play a very important role. Now, when the Pope suddenly heard the mention of Florence, Alexander couldn't help but feel shocked.

He doesn't want anything to happen at this critical moment.

But he was also a little relieved, at least it wasn't about Caesar's trouble.

"Your Majesty, I do business with Florence and make money from them, which everyone knows, and if you send someone to ask a little, I know that my reputation in Florence is not very good, and the Florentines regard me as their enemy, because I have ruined many of them," answered Alexander.

"But you promised them to arm an army for them," Alexander VI's eyes showed anger. "Don't you know the grudge between me and that Savonalola, who publicly humiliated me during his preaching, and even he called my children the illegitimate son of Satan. You actually hooked up with this man and told me what you want to do, is you want to conspire to overthrow me with him, or do you think he might one day become the pope, so from now on you are ready to invest a lot of money in him?"

Alexander opened his lips slightly. He did not expect Alexander VI to be so sensitive to the matter of Savonalora, or he really regarded this man as an enemy with a huge threat by himself, otherwise he would not have thought that Savonalora would threaten his pope throne.

But Alexander didn't want to take the blame for this matter. Besides, as long as he thinks about the consequences of Savonalola being the pope, he feels that even the greedy, debauchery and cunning father-in-law in front of him seemed to be more suitable than that monk.

"Your Majesty, I think you or one of your subordinates misunderstood," Alexander thought for a while. He felt it was necessary to reveal something. Although the Pope seemed to have gained a lot of advantages in the exchange, he actually needed support from Alexander VI. If something unexpected happened at this time, it would be too bad. "What I want to support is not Savonalola, but some other people in Pisa."

"who?"

"I think you should have heard of them, too," Alexander wondered what to say but would not reveal too much. He didn't want Alexander VI to destroy his plan because he said too much. The whole Europe is now facing an economic storm brought by him. Before that, he did not want any surprises. "A friend of mine in Pisa, James Columbus, met a financial officer in Pisa. I think you may have heard of the man's surname, the Sazi family."

Alexander VI's expression moved slightly.

Of course, he heard that this surname was, and even issued a special order related to the family, which was to order the destruction of a group of murals about the Sazi family on the wall outside the Baptistery of Florence.

The frescoes were drawn by the Florentines to commemorate the quellation of the assassination of Lorenzo Metici, headed by the Sazi family and several other Florentine nobles.

In those murals, the assassins at that time were portrayed as filthy villains, who were painted with black dye hanging from windowsills and streets, and angry people even poked their already stiff bodies with torches and pitchforks.

That happened during the IV of Sistings. There were many rumors that the assassination of Metice was related to the IV of Sistings. What is interesting is that the pope was the uncle of Old Roverey.

After the Metic family was expelled from Florence, many nobles who were forced to flee and exiled because of their participation in the assassination returned to Florence, and some even served in the new Florence government.

This includes the Sachi family.

"You do business with the Sachi family?" Alexander VI asked suspiciously, "but as far as I know, he is now working for Savonalora."

"Your Majesty, he is working for the Florentine government, not Savonalora," Alexander whispered, "and if the information you get is accurate, you should know that this person is not the same as Savonalora."

"But isn't the Florentine army he wants to arm," Alexander asked coldly, "so you're going to help them fight me?"

"Your Majesty, if, I mean, if I report to you, there might be a small riot in Florence due to regime change..." Alexander said slowly as he looked at the relief face on a marble coffin opposite him.

"Wait a minute, what do you say, and you'll say it again?"

The Pope's face was first confused because he really didn't understand it, and then a look of inexplicable surprise appeared because of the accident.

"Your Majesty, the situation in Florence is not very good. You should know that in the past few months since the last market turmoil, the Florentines have lived a difficult life. This has not only caused panic among ordinary people, but also caused dissatisfaction among some people in their government. It is obvious that some people think that Savonalola is not suitable to serve as the consul of a city-state."

Listening to Alexander's words, the pope gasped deeply. He told himself not to believe the young man in front of him because he was too cunning, but the things he heard made Alexander VI couldn't help but feel excited.

Savonalola was a thorn in Alexander VI's heart, a hardship that could not be removed or eliminated.

In addition to the anger brought to him by this person's unscrupulous public criticism, what really made the Pope want to get rid of it was because this person was so unscrupulously hostile to him, but he was unable to do anything to him, which greatly hit Alexander VI's prestige.

Alexander VI did not care about infamy, but he could not ignore the provocations against his authority caused by this.

More than once, Alexander VI secretly vowed to eliminate the annoying monk at all costs, but for various reasons he had to endure the humiliation that man brought to him every time.

Now, suddenly hearing Alexander's suggestion that a riot against Savonalola might occur in Florence, the pope felt as if he had suddenly heard the gospel of God.

"Is it Sazi right? It must be Sazi. I know that he and the arrogant Savonalola are not the same as him." Alexander VI paced back and forth, and then he stopped and said hurriedly, "I am not interested in who will rule and how to rule Florence, but I will never tolerate that Savonalola continues to point fingers at me. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Of course, your majesty," Alexander bowed and nodded, "but you also know that Savonalola still has a high reputation in Florence. His firm self-discipline and his abandonment of all worldly pleasures and devoted himself to faith have given him many loyal followers."

"That's all temptation and deception!" Alexander VI glared at Alexander angrily. "What do you want to say? Do you want to tell me that the riot will not succeed, but I heard from you just now that you were going to help those people."

"Your Majesty, I mean we still need to wait. The support of the people will not continue forever, especially when they are facing hunger, firm beliefs cannot fill their stomachs, and sometimes they may even cause greater disgust."

Alexander wanted to tell the pope how terrible it was, but let it go, it was obvious that Alexander VI could not imagine that kind of situation.

"You mean the time is not yet," the pope looked at Alexander suspiciously. "Then tell me when it will be possible. I don't want this day to be long enough to let Savonalola die quietly in his own bed."

"It won't be too long," Alexander looked at the entrance of the corridor. The sky outside had dimmed and the winter day was short. "Our exchange has begun to work, and soon my friend in Florence will start to respond to us there, the James Columbus I mentioned before. He will bring me more information about Sazzie, so that we can know if the Florentines are ready to accept a riot."

"It seems you have been prepared for a long time. Did you be in Pisa? At that time, you are ready to deal with Florence?" Alexander VI keenly grabbed something. "Tell me Gombrey, do you have ambitions for Romagna?"

"Your Majesty, I should ask Caesar about this," Alexander smiled unanimously. "If the goal I told you was not Romagna or Tuscany at all, you probably wouldn't believe it, but fortunately I'll be in Rome for this time, so you'll see with your own eyes how I actually only make money."

"Yes, your exchange and that trade alliance," Alexander VI smiled. "How about you look like this? I will support you with all my strength in the name of the Pope. I can even let Lucrezia marry you. I can see that both of you like each other very much. As for your territory, I can give you a piece of nothing worse than Montina. You just need to make money with peace of mind. I can protect you now. Caesar can protect you in the future, and you will be the source of wealth for the future Borgian dynasty. Wouldn't this be better for all of us?"

Listening to the Pope's advice, Alexander looked at him silently. After a while, he gently held the Pope's hand and kissed gently on the huge stamp ring he was wearing.

"Please allow me to sue your Majesty."

Alexander bowed and then turned toward the corridor of the tomb.

Alexander VI looked at the gradually fading back without moving, and even ignored the sound of footsteps that were stopping beside him.

"What is this Kumbrey thinking."

Nomero whispered.

"Whatever he was thinking, I can be sure that he would never be a member of the Borgia family," Alexander VI said in a dark voice. "Send some more people to go, and I will find Caesar as soon as possible to save him."

"As for your order, your Majesty." Nomero replied with a bow.

Meanwhile, Alexander, who walked out of the prayer hall, walked towards him from the repaired square construction site with a man in a dirty headscarf.

When they passed by, Alexander whispered: "Tell us, be prepared!"

"Sir," the man said, walking behind Alexander without looking back.
Chapter completed!