Alexander might never know, he was hesitating about what was in the wine he should have tasted.

Under the leadership of the Pope, he accompanied Alexander VI to walk slowly along the corridor. Whenever he saw the oncoming priests, Alexander VI would respond to their greetings easily, and sometimes he would listen and whisper to ask whether a monk who had just arrived in Rome from afar was adapting to the life of the Vatican and the climate of Rome.

The pope was very kind at this time. He did not show a smile on his face to show kindness to anyone. When someone respectfully kissed the corner of his robe, he would caress the man's head very casually and then gently encourage him.

"Tell me what people say about me," the pope suddenly asked Alexander. Seeing Alexander's somewhat stunned look, Alexander VI waved his hand slightly as if he had some insight. "Let me think about it, greed, evil, depravity and terror, I think that's all."

Alexander remained silent. Of course, he would not ignorantly praise his father-in-law for his self-knowledge, but the look on his face actually explained everything.

"Do you know, what I admire most among these words is terrible, because it indicates strength." Alexander VI raised his hand slightly and signaled Alexander to open a door for him. This is the place where the Pope usually rests. The huge marble globe is placed in a very conspicuous place in the room. The famous meridian dividing line on it looks quite eye-catching.

"That's the thing that I deserve to show off," noticing that Alexander VI stared at the famous Pope Meridian on the globe, Alexander VI said proudly, "That thing proves a truth that even the not-strong party can become the arbitrator to decide certain major affairs as long as it is used properly."

"Your Majesty, the Vatican Pope has always been powerful." Alexander unknowingly flattered his father-in-law. "You are the arbitrator of the entire Christ world."

"Once," Alexander VI stretched out a finger and shook it corrected. "If it was the time of Urban II, Innocent III or Gregory II, you had no suspicion of flattery, because it was all facts, but now I can only say that you have not learned enough."

Alexander smiled dismissively at the pontiff's satirical mockery. He didn't care whether the pope thought he was flattering.

"Your Majesty, in fact, the Vatican has always had an unnegligible role," Alexander explained softly. "There are churches in every corner of Europe. The power of the church goes deep into every country, every prince, and even every most remote village. This is a force that no monarch can match, and now you can fully exert this power."

"Are you talking about issuing currency?" Alexander VI looked at the flames that were beating in the furnace. "The equivalent currency of 400,000 Florin you just told me, do you think this number is reliable?"

"This is very conservative, and even a little overly careful."

Alexander walked to the globe and noticed that the globe was placed on a huge stone base, and the grooves in the inwardly embedded base firmly fixed the heavy marble globe.

"It's like this globe," Alexander pushed hard, and the globe began to roll slowly in the groove. "Will my weight be heavier than this stone? But I can push it because I know that as long as I use the power cleverly, I can push this huge rock, and the currency issued is the same. We can use all the profits we obtain on the exchange as credit, and even the profits we can obtain in the next few months or longer as collateral. If so, the currency we can issue will not be just a small amount of 400,000."

Alexander VI's eyes jumped slightly.

Is 400,000 a small amount, let alone 400,000 Florin?

Alexander's words gave the pope an illusion that the Vatican's finances were really embarrassing, although he also knew very well that with the Vatican situation, it was already rare to have such a balance every year.

"It is very important that your Majesty put forward the instruction that you need to change the status quo of the Vatican in order to resist the invasion of the Ottomans. I believe that for this purpose, issuing new currencies should be recognized by the public."

The Pope looked at Alexander silently. He listened carefully to the young people in front of him. He listened very seriously and sometimes asked some questions, such as how to make the people recognize the new currency as soon as possible. After all, in order to stabilize the increasingly turbulent Dinar's status, the Mamuruchs of Egypt issued new currencies to try to reverse their disadvantages. However, due to the turbulent wars in the entire East and the market instability caused by the market, the competition between the Dinar in the entire Mediterranean with Florence and Ducate is increasingly at a disadvantage.

The people's gradual loss of confidence in the Dinar eventually led to the Dinar, which was once one of the important circulation certificates of the entire Mediterranean, having to gradually rely on the huge Ottoman commercial forces to continue to exist.

"Our credit is our market and our huge trade alliance," Alexander patiently explained to the Pope. "Our alliance is expanding. Low tariffs are the key to the prosperity of trade. What's more important is that the entire alliance has a huge capacity and capital mobilization that is difficult for outsiders to compare. In the face of this force, even the kings and archbishops of the electorate cannot refuse to recognize our value."

Alexander's voice was not high, but what he said was enough to shock.

This is also the first time Alexander publicly demonstrated the great potential of the Free Trade Alliance, but even he himself did not expect that this first time was to show his father-in-law this power.

The pope listened calmly, and except for a little surprise at the beginning, his feelings quickly calmed down. When Alexander described the impact of the Free Trade Union to him, the pope raised his head and looked at him.

"If all this is really as you said, I want you to show me first, we all know that it is related to the future of the Vatican, so I have to see the result of you doing this before I can make this decision."

Alexander nodded in agreement, knowing that Alexander VI could not have promised such a major thing so easily, whether it was the cunning unique to the Bogia family or the cautiousness of survival in the Vatican, which had been full of conspiracies everywhere, he would not make a decision so easily.

"So, your majesty, how do you think it should be proved?"

"A city, use a city to prove that all the benefits you said can be fulfilled."

Hearing this, Alexander already understood.

Where else is Florence today more in line with the conditions proposed by Alexander VI?

The difficulties in Florence are obvious. Savonalola's rule has gradually become turbulent. He tried to purify the idea of ​​saving the city with pure thoughts. The only result was that Florence, the art capital that was originally admired and longed for by everyone, was slowly moving towards desolation and death.

Obviously, even so, Alexander VI still refused to let Florence go. Whether it was out of personal hatred for Savonalola or because the people in this city have always been rebellious towards the Holy See, Alexander VI would teach Florence a lesson!

"I will arrange this for you," Alexander bowed slightly. "I will discuss this with the people of the Fugers. The new currency can be invested first in the market in Florence."

The pope finally smiled. He helped Alexander up as kindly as he had treated others before. After blessing him, the pope suddenly said: "I think the Mahimo's order should be more helpful. Now they are developing everywhere, but this seems not enough. Someone should provide them with better conditions. I believe that Mahimo can bring the gospel to the people."

Alexander, who understood the Pope's meaning, just nodded slightly. He knew that since the Pope had spoken, it would inevitably be necessary to donate generously to Machimo's corps.

However, this happened to be what Alexander was willing to see. Thinking about the Pope suddenly mentioned Mahimo when he mentioned Florence not long ago. When he thought about the Pope asking for money for Mahimo in person, Alexander felt that it was time to talk to the monk.

Until he left, Alexander did not see Caesar again, which made him feel a little relieved, but then he was not so relieved.

So it was not until he saw Paul Busacco that Alexander breathed a sigh of relief.

"Father, why did you let Gombree go," Caesar walked out of the secret door after Alexander left. "I know you have decided to punish him before, but because it is related to Lucrezia, you have not made up your final decision, but I saw you stop him from drinking Canterella with your own hands, why is that?"

Caesar could not hide his anger and complained in a low voice echoing in the room, and to his surprise, Alexander VI did not explain, which made Caesar even more dissatisfied.

He walked back and forth in the room, suddenly stopped and stared at the door, as if he was hesitating whether he would chase after him, and a sword killed Alexander.

"You ask me why I'm hesitating," Alexander VI finally spoke when he saw Caesar seemingly eager to try. "Actually you know the reason, we need that Gombrey now."

"We don't need him," Caesar said excitedly. "Father, we can do that exchange ourselves. Kombrey has done everything for us. All we have to do is reach out and grab it."

Caesar said as he made a snatch gesture, his eyes flashing with excitement.

"I heard about that exchange, that place can make a lot of money for us," Caesar said excitedly. "Dad, do you still remember Meticech? Martin V had confiscated the property of the Meticech family. Didn't Meticech, who was the Pope's financial officer, finally surrender?"

Alexander VI's expression moved slightly. He knew that the old Metic mentioned by his son was the real founder of the Metic family, Cosimo de Metic.

It was this man who transformed the Metic family from a merchant family to the ruler of Florence, and the conflicts between him and Pope Martin V at that time were once the key to determining the fate of countless people.

As the Pope's financial officer who had previously managed Martin V, Cosimo Meticuch showed extraordinary financial management skills, but it also aroused the Pope's covetousness of the wealth in his hands.

In the end, Cosimo Metic was imprisoned by Martin V, and then the Metic family was able to rescue Cosimo the old one after paying an astonishing price.

"That made Martin V one of the biggest richest people at that time," Caesar encouraged, "now this exchange can bring us better luck than Martin V in the past."

Alexander VI seemed to be moved. He slowly turned around in place, sometimes stopping and turning his head to look at his son, and then continued to go around in circles.

"That Kombrey has a good army, which is a threat to my rule over Romagna," Caesar urged his father. "And Lucrezia, did she really want her to give birth to a child for Kombrey and live as a mistress?"

Caesar's last words seemed to hit some vulnerable place on Alexander VI. He stopped and held his hands in front of him, and a hint of gloom appeared on his face from time to time.

"That exchange," Alexander VI said slowly. "If there were no Gombrey, do you think we could do that place well?"

Caesar's expression paused slightly, and he looked at his father.

"And Pisa, Genoa, Naples and..." Alexander VI stopped and looked at Caesar. "Florence, do you think we can play with mistresses like him, and let these places obey our orders?"

Caesar's expression became gloomy. He already knew that his father obviously did not agree with his revenge on Caesar.

"There are also the Fugers, in the eyes of that family, perhaps the Vienna court is more pleasing to the Vatican Church, and now they are negotiating the right to mint with Kombre."

Speaking of this, the Pope, who had a clear attitude, slowly walked to Caesar, and he reached out to his son's shoulder and put his hand on his shoulder and pressed him against him.

"We need this man," Alexander VI whispered to his son in a gentle tone. "The wealth he can bring to our family may be something we could not have imagined before, but this is not the most important thing. What is really important is that he may make me a person in history who is comparable to those greatest popes."

Caesar was a little surprised. He didn't understand why his father valued Alexander so much.

"The Vatican has never had its own currency. In addition to the tithe, the source of wealth we really have is almost blank, but it is not the case now. This Kamprai can not only allow us to have wealth, but also help us create a source of income, and even allow us to own currency that belongs entirely to our own. If all this is successful, it will be enough to change the impact of the Holy See on the entire Christ world."

Caesar took a deep breath, and he knew that his father had obviously made up his mind, which made him realize that it was impossible to kill Alexander, at least not in Rome.

Even with the Pope's description, Caesar was already a little suspicious, not knowing what the Roman nobles would react if they knew that he was going to kill Alexander.

Caesar felt that the time he left Rome was really a bit long, and when he came back, he realized that the little nobleman who was not taken seriously by him in the past had now become a giant that he could not shake for a moment.

"Bring your army," Alexander VI's hand pressed Caesar's shoulder slightly hard. "Don't forget Giovanni's efforts during his lifetime."

Caesar's neck froze, and he understood what his father was hinting at.

A young figure flashed quickly in Caesar's mind, arrogant, irritable, but full of talent and passion.

King Charles VIII of France was a man of extraordinary significance to Caesar. It was he who allowed Caesar to see what real power was and it was he who aroused Caesar's ambitions.

"Father, will Charlie start a war this year?"

Caesar suddenly felt that Gombrey was not that important, and even the humiliation of Livorna seemed to fade away after thinking about it. He knew that it was not because his father dissuaded him, but because compared with the upcoming French invasion, all this was really not that important.

"I don't know, Charlie is a very conceited person, you know this very well," Alexander VI looked at his son. "I will not forget the insult Gonzalo had given me, so I would rather choose to negotiate with Charlie to fix it. Giovanni did a good job in this matter. You are the only one who can continue to do this." Alexander VI said, gently pulling Caesar's neck with his hand and looking at himself. "Don't let me down, nor do you disappoint Giovanni. Compared with this matter, Gombrey is nothing. Did you hear him?!"

Caesar nodded constantly. He closed his eyes and gasped hard as if he wanted to remember these words from his father. It took him a while before he opened his eyes.

"I know what to do with my father, I won't let you down. Since Kombrey is willing to make money for us, let him do it. I will use the money he earns to retrain the army to buy weapons, and then one day I will make him pay for what he has done."

Caesar's voice echoed slowly in the room.

Snowflakes fell from the sky again, and with the howling cold wind and snow became heavier and heavier,

Alexander, who returned to Marino Palace, immediately asked Ruosha's whereabouts. When he knew Ruosha had been back for a while, he felt relieved.

Caesar's sudden escape from prison made Alexander feel a little in crisis. Of course, he didn't know that he had actually been walking around the gate of hell, but his vigilance towards the Bogia family made him unable to ignore Caesar's threat.

So, when he saw Ruosha, his first sentence was: "You must leave Rome as soon as possible!"

"Where are you going to let me go?" Ruosha didn't ask why. Although she didn't know that Alexander had actually met Caesar, she had already heard about his escape from prison.

"Go back to Naples," Alexander walked over and reached out to hug Ruosha. "Go back to your uncle, he will protect you."

"What about you?" Ruosha stared at Alexander.

"I have to stay, but I'm about to leave Rome soon," Alexander looked out the window. "Late Day is coming, maybe one, or several good shows will be played soon. Trust me, as long as that time comes, I'll be safe."

"But before that?" Ruosha heard the meaning of Alexander's dialect.

"I'm safe until then," Alexander comforted Ruosha, and then added, "Don't forget that I'm the father of Lucrezia's unborn child, and I promise you that I will be the father of all the children in her next life."

"What?"

A strange question came from Ruosha's mouth.

Alexander, who seemed extremely excited because of the stimulation of the crisis, realized that some words seemed to be saying wrong!
Chapter completed!