The people were still shouting.

Some of them were devoted to everything, while others were shouting and counting the gold coins they had just stuffed into their hands, while more people looked confused and even didn't know what they said.

But no matter what, the shouts still resounded over the Vatican.

At this moment, Alexander VI was completely moved. He even wanted to beg God to let this moment pause and immerse him in this rare moment that excited him forever.

"We can do Caesar, we can do it," Alexander VI turned slightly to look at his son who was standing not far behind him and standing with a group of bishops of the Vatican. "The Bogia family will not only become Rome, but also become the masters of Tuscany and Romagna, and no one can stop us."

As if he felt the excited look of his father, Caesar took a step forward slightly. Under the gaze of many eyes, he bent down to salute the Pope and bowed to the ground.

"Papa," Alexander, standing among the nobles, looked at the father and son from afar, whispering the title that was resounding in the sky, and then he turned his head slightly and looked in the other direction. "Let's see what the other papa will do."

Just as Rome was commemorating the grand and extravagant carnival, a huge pile of firewood was built on the square opposite the Florence Town Hall.

What made up this pile of firewood was not pine and branches, but bundles of manuscripts, precious oil paintings, exquisite wood carvings, and many beautiful carpets, gorgeous curtains, and many more books that once aroused countless imaginations and passions.

A torch was raised high, not the flames that the Romans foreshadowed pleasure and fall, but the purified fire that attempted to destroy all impure and dirty things in this world.

"Burn and purify all the ugly and dirty pure flames in this world. This will be our final declaration to this fallen world!"
Chapter completed!