Since ancient times, there have been all kinds of people, some of whom are born rich and noble. They enjoy life by relying on rights that others have since birth that they cannot have in their entire lives, and ultimately end their lives in extreme luxury.

Some are born with miserable destiny. The poverty and misfortune of their lives and the misfortune of their family will make people feel indescribable despair, and may even be played with by fate at the last moment of their lives.

However, there is another type of person who is naturally optimistic and seems insignificant in their eyes. It is almost impossible to worry them. Perhaps their optimism touches the people around them. Such people are often lucky and can always get benefits from others when they need help.

Mahimo was such a person. From Naples to Rome, he always laughed a little nervously all the way, and his laughter became better and better until one day he was blocked in a room on the second floor of a hotel.

Maximo pressed his back against the bed, while the other side of the bed was tightly against the door.

Next to him, a woman who was almost naked like him was struggling with him to hold the bed desperately, and the door outside the door, which was smashed with a loud bang, seemed to be smashed at any time, and then a giant would break into the door.

"My husband knows it, he knows it, he will kill us!"

The woman kept screaming hysterically in Mahimo's ear.

"I know he has killed two people, they are all my suitors, and he wants to kill his nephew because he suspects we have an affair!"

Maximo was a little doubtful if he had fallen into a trap. Although he had been chased by fathers, husbands, brothers, and even sons more than once in his memory because he had discussed life with married women, it was rare to be so excited as this person outside now.

"Didn't you say that your husband went to war? Why is he back?" Ma Ximo held the door tightly with all his strength. He couldn't forget to have quietly seen this husband's amazing big guy. The monk believed that he would never stop him for a few times.

"I don't know, I don't know anything!"

The woman screamed because of panic. She even put down her work and sat on the ground and burst into tears.

Maximo immediately felt the pressure from outside the door suddenly increase. Just as he shouted that the woman would come to help him with the door, with a loud noise, the outside of the door suddenly became quiet!

Maximo looked at the door of the room that had been knocked open in panic. He noticed that there seemed to be a shaking figure outside the door, followed by a burst of rapid footsteps.

There seemed to be more and more people outside, and the figures shining through the cracks in the door were also flashing bigger and bigger. Finally, someone seemed to be standing at the door and covering the lights in the corridor.

"In the name of the Count, open the door and monks!"

A familiar voice shocked Maximo, and then he immediately started shouting in ecstasy.

He jumped up and hugged the woman beside him and kept kissing her, shouting messy words like "God bless" and "The Earl is such a good person".

The woman was a little uneasy. She struggled to break free from Maximo's arms. She first listened to the outside, and then pushed the bed anxiously.

"How is my husband? I want to see him."

"Madam, don't worry, Paul Busako is not easy to mess with. He can even kill wild boars in one go."

Maximo comforted the woman proudly, but unexpectedly, the woman's face turned pale when she heard him, and she shouted even more hysterically, and even scratched Maximo.

"He's dead, my husband is killed, I'm going to kill you!"

"Crazy woman," Mahimo cried out in anger. He had to dodge and squeeze the bed in front of the door hard. When the door opened and saw Paul Busako standing at the door, the monk immediately shouted, "For God's sake, come and help me. This woman is crazy. She wants to kill me!"

"Duchess, your husband is fine and he's fine."

Paul Busacco said helplessly to the crying woman, and then he quickly turned his body and let the naked woman rush over him, and pounced on the strong guy who was pushed to the ground by several hunting guards and struggled.

"Woman." Mahimo shrugged at Busako in a helpless tone, but seeing Busako looking up and down at the expressionless face, the monk bent down and picked up the clothes that fell to the ground, and then closed the door from inside.

"Sir, I want to see you." Busako shouted at the door.

"I'll come now." Maximo greeted him loudly, and with another sound that seemed to be busy from inside, the door opened gently, first revealing one of Maximo's head. After confirming that it was indeed okay outside, he opened the door wider.

Then, Busako was shocked to see another messy woman crawling out from Machimo. She lowered her head and ran towards the other side of the corridor, ignoring the duchess who was holding her husband and coaxing her children.

Busako looked at the woman who was walking away and pointed, looking back at Maximo, his face full of astonishment.

"You know, it is my duty to preach the gospel of God, and some followers are not only pious but also enthusiastic, and they don't care whether to be taught alone or to receive my guidance together."

Listening to Maximo's shameless words, Busako seemed to be saying something, but after thinking about it, he still gave up.

"Sir, I want to see you." Busako repeated.

"I'm ready." A flash of excitement flashed across Maximo's face.

The servants in the Marino Palace came and went in a hurry, and they were preparing for Ruosha's journey.

Since he had decided to leave Rome, Alexander thought it would be best to leave as soon as possible.

Before Bogia and his son came up with something else that might be dangerous and safe, he asked Ruosha to leave. This was what Alexander decided earlier, but because of Caesar's accidental escape, all this had to be advanced.

Ruosha's trip to Rome can be said to have brought unexpected benefits. Alexander even admitted that if he had done all this, it would not have been better than Ruosha.

"I can't forget everything you did for me," Alexander gently hugged his beloved sister while he was alone with Ruosha and said in her ear, "You brought me Diego and found so many people in Rome that can help me. When I confronted Kai in Liwo, it was you who made the Romans understand my importance to them, otherwise I would not be able to make the Pope give in so easily even when I arrived in Rome."

"But you still want me to leave," Ruosha seemed a little annoyed. She twisted her body and broke free from Alexander's arms, then held Alexander's face with both hands to observe carefully. "Actually, you are afraid that I will ruin your business, right? But Lucrezia has been captured by you, but you are still worried, let me think about what you are thinking."

Ruosha tried a little hard to prevent Alexander's head from moving away. Her blue eyes stared at Alexander's eyes, and then slowly approached and then approached again.

"Brother, what do you want to do?" Ruosha's lips gradually approached. When the tip of her lips touched Alexander's skin, the two people couldn't help but tremble gently. "Are you going to deceive me?".

"I just don't want you to be in danger," Alexander's voice was a little hoarse. He felt that Ruosha seemed to know how to disturb him. Now she was using this method to spy on his inner thoughts. "You know that the father and son of the Bogia family have always made me very alert. Rodrigue Bogia is known for her cunning."

"But he is also Lucrezia's father, your future child's grandfather, so although your worries are right, I don't believe you are not sure about this." Ruosha shook her head indifferently. When she spoke, her lips would touch Alexander again and again, which made Alexander feel anxious as if she was being stirred up in her heart.

"In fact, I'm really not sure, but these are not the most important," Alexander felt that some of the words were still said to Ruosha as soon as possible. "I asked you to go back to Naples because it might be dangerous here soon, and Naples is safe at least for a while, especially Cosenza. I want you to go back to Kosenza, because I may not be able to take care of you for a long time. Only when I return to Kosenza can I feel at ease."

Ruosha looked at Alexander strangely. She was sure that Alexander should have known a lot of things, but he obviously didn't want to tell her, which made Ruosha a little annoyed but had no choice.

A sound of footsteps came, and Uliu's unique reminder method made them know that they should restore the distance they should have as a normal pair of siblings.

Ruosha suddenly leaned over Alexander's lips and kissed her hard, then she quickly retreated, and at the same time she picked up a letter from the table and opened it to look at it.

Alexander had to admit that women were indeed born actors. Looking at Ruosha who seemed to be sitting there reading the letter as if nothing had happened, he felt that it was difficult for people outside to guess what they were doing before.

Under Uriu's leadership, Mahimo walked into the room. He first drew a cross on his chest like a truly devout monk, and then spoke to the brother and sister.

"Sir, I don't know what instructions you are so anxious to ask me for." The monk asked carefully.

"Monk, I think you should be prepared," Alexander took his eyes back from Ruosha. He felt that he should be careful. Monk was a very clever guy, especially in matters about men and women. "Our Pope thinks you need some help."

"Sorry, I don't understand what you mean," Maximo was a little confused. "I have indeed done a lot for the Pope during this period, but you know that this is done as you told me, so you will not doubt my loyalty to you, it is too hurtful for me."

Mahimo seemed a little angry. He looked at Alexander unhappily, as if he would not give him an explanation.

"I'm not doubting your loyalty," Alexander looked at the monk who seemed to be performing deliberately. "I want you to be prepared, you may be entrusted with important tasks."

He wanted to continue saying something Ma Ximo was stunned for a moment, but when he saw Ruosha's eyes silently raised his head and looked at him, the monk immediately became a little more honest.

"Listen, if I guess correctly, Florence will soon change, and this may be your chance. You should know that the Pope mentioned you more than once when talking about Florence. I don't think it's a coincidence." Alexander said this and smiled softly at Machimo. "I remember you said you had a very pleasant time in the Monastery of St. Mark in Florence, right?"

"Yes, sir, but what does that have to do with this?" Maximo licked his lips, his expression a little unnatural.

"Congratulations to you, monks, you may be glorious."

Until he walked in the corridor, Maximo was floating under his feet, and he seemed even more powerless than just getting off the woman's bed.

"I don't go back, why should I go back to that place? This is really not a good idea," Mahimo muttered constantly. When he saw the look of the Moors staring coldly at him, Mahimo suddenly remembered something, stopped and twisted his body and pointed at Alexander's door and whispered to Uriu, "Am I a little too much? Why do I feel that they are between the Count and the Earl Miss..."

Seeing Maximo's hands twisting back and forth, as if he was trying to express something, the Moor turned his head coldly and ignored it and continued to walk before.

"Okay, I'm too concerned," Mahimo said, and continued to walk forward while muttering in a low voice. "Of course, Florence is very good. There are many beauties in that place, but the Monastery of St. Mark is too bad..."

Two days at the end of 498, after a long Lent day, people finally ushered in a day of release.

Because of the hardships of the fasting day, the Romans who wanted to make up for it with enjoyment took off their simple clothes during the fasting day and changed into gorgeous clothes that they had been waiting for for a long time.

From this day on, civilians will take out the clothes they usually don’t want to wear neatly, so as to show off to others.

The aristocrats and rich people have more tricks, women will take the opportunity to squander, gorgeous clothes and jewelry will become their sway, and men will finally escape from those long and bitter days with martial arts competitions, banquets and hunting celebrations.

The Carnival in the future of Lent has become a topic of relish, and this year has a different meaning for the Romans.

Many Romans were happy about their harvest this year. The exchange made them richer than before. Thinking that all this was just the beginning, the Romans felt that they had to celebrate their luck.

So someone proposed to Alexander VI a grand city-wide parade and torches celebration.

The suggestion was quickly approved by the Pope, and even the Pope announced that he would participate in the grand event in person.

The Pope's decision made the already excited Romans even more excited, and they began to hurry up to prepare for the upcoming carnival.

Alexander's life was very dull or monotonous during this period.

Ruosha had left Rome. One morning she seemed to be taking a casual walk, but she never returned.

A team of Bohemians who had been preparing outside the city protected Ruosha to the port. A Naples merchant ship that had been waiting there was also a long time ago set sail and sailed to Naples after Ruosha got on board and headed towards Naples along the coastline.

Alexander VI did not show any dissatisfaction with Ruosha's departure, which even made Alexander have an illusion that the precautions he made were actually a bit of a big deal.

On the first day of the carnival, the Vatican held a grand Mass of Thanksgiving under the auspices of Alexander VI, and countless Romans flocked to the Vatican cathedral from the streets and alleys.

Elegant floats built by donated money by local wealthy people passed by the church door. The people in the car waved to Alexander VI standing on the steps and cheered loudly.

Among the people, the sects led by monk Mahimo kept shouting "papa" to Alexander VI, which also infected many people around him. Although many people still seemed a little cold, this madness still infected some people.

They shouted with Maximo's people, starting with a low voice and perfunctory voice. Gradually, the shouts around them made them involuntarily increase their voices.

When they shouted, some nearby sect members would come over and put them in a black robe that indicates suffering and salvation. Then these sect members would hold the hands of their brothers and sisters who had just been recognized by them and encouraged them to shout with themselves: "papa!papa!"

The shouting was exciting and blind. Even many people who were driven to shout along did not understand why they shouted that word so excitedly at the greedy and cruel pope, but the shouting waves around them were no longer able to consider why. The tightly clasped palms and the robe draped on their bodies made these people gradually feel that they did seem to be very different from those who seemed cold and actually mediocre.

“papa!papa!”

The loud shouts hovered over the square, and the cardinal assistants were all terrified. They never expected that the people would suddenly show such fanatical worship and loyalty to Alexander VI.

Old Luo Weire looked at this scene with a gloomy face. He didn't know whether it was written and directed by Alexander VI or that this person really had some charm that could demagogue people, but he knew it was very unfavorable. Whether for the Luo Weire family or other cardinals, a pope who was too powerful and loved by the people was not what they wanted to see.

“papa!papa!”
To be continued...