When Michelangelo came to the town outside the city, it was already a little late, but fortunately, the messenger Alexander sent to the city to stay in the city and served as a guide for him, so after entering the town, he was taken directly to the house where Alexander temporarily lived.

When they saw "Xiaomi", both of them felt a little sad.

From Sicily to Rome, and from Rome to Naples and Florence, both of them had too many opportunities and changes. Looking at Michelangelo, who had also grown a thick beard, Alexander sighed a little about the things that have happened in the past few years, especially when he saw Michelangelo's eyes immediately became hot after seeing him, Alexander felt that the master had finally opened a new chapter in his life.

Compared to this, Michelangelo seemed much more excited. He waved his arms a little while, then walked over and hugged Alexander hard. When his hands that often waved hammers and snatched the slap Alexander's back, his loud laughter kept echoing throughout the room.

"It's so happy to see you. My friend, I really want to see you as soon as possible. The hero of Europa, the guardian sent by God to the world, your achievements made the whole of Florence boil. I think it was completely correct to choose you as my model, because only you are in line with the image of David in my mind."

Michelangelo chattered, and he even looked carefully with Alexander's face, then reached out to touch his shoulders and arms, and then sighed "Oh", "Ah", "Oh" and "Oh".

Alexander looked at Michelangelo with a heavy face and looked crazy. Speaking of which, if he didn't know the "sex" of this master that is not very evident to outsiders, he wouldn't care about being touched like this. And he should actually be proud of himself if he had the opportunity to become a model of an immortal masterpiece. But if he thought of Michelangelo's certain orientation that had been bent at some time, he looked at his virtue now that he seemed to be swallowing him into his stomach, and then he would think of David's completely naked image. When Alexander thought of the master's eyes squinting at his light body, he was carving a certain organ on his body with tools, and he could not help but feel indescribable discomfort.

He finally couldn't help but quietly escape from the clutches of the enthusiastic master. For a moment, he even felt that it was easier than escaping from the Ottoman encirclement.

"Let me think about it, are you here to be a lobbyist?" Alexander could think of Xiaomi's purpose, but he did not intend to avoid it. "But let me hear what the Florentines promise you. If it is not cost-effective, I suggest you ask someone to go back and re-replace the conditions now. After all, my purpose is not something they can know at will."

After hearing Alexander's words, Michelangelo burst into laughter, showing off in a proud tone, "You wouldn't think of what conditions I proposed. I asked me to be the only one who was responsible for the frescoes of the Hundred Flowers Cathedral, including all the dome murals. Do you know that this means that I will become the first painter since the church was built to complete all the frescoes alone in the same period."

"Of course I know." Alexander whispered. He did not expect that the reason why Michelangelo, who would eventually win all the frescoes of the Hundred Flowers Cathedral, would be himself. And for this reason, it made him a little curious why people in later generations repeatedly believed that Michelangelo had to undertake this heavy work that had even had a serious impact on his health due to pressure and power.

"So since that's the case, you must also know how important this is to me, so tell me your purpose so that I can go back to work as soon as possible." Michelangelo asked in a casual tone, as if this question was not a big deal at all.

Alexander was silent for a moment when he looked innocent and his huge master, who looked completely different from his strong appearance, and then smiled and nodded.

"Go and tell the Florentines that I brought them what they need this time," Alexander looked at Michelangelo with a slightly positive face. "Let them send someone who can negotiate with me, and if I can, I would also like to see the dean of the Monastery of St. Mark."

Michelangelo looked at Alexander with some surprise. He originally thought that things would not be easy. After all, Alexander was no longer the young man he met in Sicily, but he did not expect it to be so simple. Although he still couldn't find out what the other party was about, he had already heard from his words that at least Alexander was willing to talk to certain specific people in the city.

This made Michelangelo feel that he gained a lot. Speaking of which, compared to those masters who are only obsessed with art but are completely uninformed in the world, Michelangelo seemed much more sleek and so he immediately satisfied that he sent the news back to the city, but he himself stayed.

"I want to create an immortal work, which can make me a genius and master that many people in the future admire," Michelangelo said enthusiastically to Alexander, who was sitting opposite him, "I have been brewing this work for a long time, but I need a passion, an inspiration and inspiration that I can never forget after seeing it. So far, I have only seen this thing from you. Only you can inspire my inner needs and pursuits for that emotion, so promise me a friend, if you need me, I can even draw a painting for your daughter."

Alexander, who was secretly getting goosebumps because of Michelangelo's words about passion, was stunned at him and couldn't help but look over.

"Oh, I know that Raphael painted your daughter, but believe me, if I were to create this work, I would definitely give the whole story a whole new meaning. You should believe in my skills, just as you gave me a few Florin without hesitation when you were in Sicily."

Alexander nodded. He had no doubt about this. Thinking about the fact that if Raphael and Michelangelo, two masters who were destined to be future art giants, could paint Estreth, then not to mention their works, it was just that this matter itself might become a feat about this era in the future.

Of course, if Da Vinci can be persuaded to participate, that would be a real event.

Alexander thought so and couldn't help but shake his head slightly. He felt that he was really too greedy. He actually wanted these three to paint for his daughters at the same time. However, his action caused Michelangelo to misunderstand. The master, who thought that Alexander had become angry when he saw his painting skills, immediately roared in dissatisfaction, which even aroused the vigilance of the hunting guards outside the door. When he saw the sabers of the hunting guards rushing into the door, Michelangelo seemed to remember that the identity of the young man opposite was different from when they first met.

The Florentines were very quick to do things, or they were ready to send a suitable candidate from the beginning. When they heard the news brought back by the people sent out of the city, although they were not sure about Alexander's true purpose, they immediately sent Machiafli and Machimo who had already arrived at the People's Palace to go out to meet Alexander.

Machimo seemed to have not completely escaped from the low point after the previous argument with Machiafli, so he remained silent all the way. However, Machiafli didn't know the purpose of Alexander's sudden visit to Florence, so he couldn't help but try to ponder with him on the way.

It was already completely dark when the two of them arrived in the town, so they couldn't see how many troops Alexander brought, which made them even more guesswork about the purpose of the Count. However, when they saw Alexander who was drinking easily with Michelangelo, they knew that the thing they were most worried about in their hearts had not happened.

"Do you think I will use military force against Florence, do you?" After finally meeting the two of them alone, Alexander only looked at the two of them and noticed what they were worried about. This surprised him a little. It was understandable that Machiafli would think so, but Machimo also looked worried, which made him feel a little strange. "Why, St. Mark's Monastery has changed you a lot."

"I have indeed changed a lot during this period," Maximo did not deny it. He sat down and picked up the cup and drank a sip of wine, then shook his head with emotion. "Speaking of it, I feel that I have done a lot of ridiculous things in the past, but I am a little grateful that I learned something from those monks in order to spend time around. I feel that I may have seen something truly meaningful."

"You were bewitched by Savonalora." Machiafli couldn't help but interrupt and refute. Seeing Alexander's surprised eyes, he whispered to Alexander the contents of the paper he saw in the monastery house. When he saw Alexander showing an unconcealed look of surprise, Machiafli sighed softly, "This is really a worrying thing. We all know that it is very bad if people find it."

Alexander looked at Maximo in surprise. He thought it was incredible, and even a bit ridiculous.

A liar who had previously cheated on food, drink, money and sex, was able to write down those things. When he heard that Mahimo had been living in the house of Savonalora, he even had some doubts whether Savonalora's soul occupied Mahimo's body.

"You can't refuse to admit the facts just because of fear. Although what you said before is reasonable, I am indeed not brave enough. I don't have the courage to be Savonalora, but at least I have the right not to be Alexander VI." Mahimo said a little angrily, and then his face suddenly froze, and then he showed an embarrassed look. "Sorry, Earl, I didn't mean it."

Alexander waved his hand helplessly. Listening to others treating his father-in-law as a negative teaching material in front of him, Alexander could only sigh that his father-in-law's reputation was so bad.

But he doesn't care about these things now. Although Machimo's changes surprised him, there are more important things when he came to Florence this time. "Tell me how is the situation in Florence now, and can Sazzi still rule the city?"

As soon as Alexander spoke, the two of them looked tight. They noticed the faint meaning revealed in the count's words, which made the two of them feel different.

"Florence is alright now," Machiafli thought for a while, and he noticed that the expression on the count's face seemed calm but showed solemnity, which made him realize that what he said next might determine the fate of Florence to a large extent, which made him feel a little nervous. "I am reorganizing the civilian army as Sazzi's order, but I have to admit that although the morale of the civilian army is indeed very high, if there are not enough weapons for them to use, their strength will definitely be greatly affected."

Listening to Machiafli's words that seemed modest and actually quite proud, Alexander shook his head secretly. Alexander knew very well about the civilian army that the Florentines have always been quite proud. Just think about it, this army that he regarded as a role model of a new army and showed his military talent, and in the future, facing the backlash of the Metic family, Alexander wanted to tell Machiafli, "You are really not the material to be a general."

"Earl, what decision do you have?" Mahimo asked. His mood was indeed very complicated at this time. During this period in Florence, he finally felt a sense of calmness that he had settled down. This made him gradually regard the city as his hometown. Now that he heard that this peace may be broken again, he was a little confused.

"It's not my decision, but the French and the Pope." Alexander glanced at the two people in front of him, "maybe there's the Metice family."

Alexander's last words instantly changed their expressions!

Metici, what this surname means to Florence? Even Machimo, who is half an outsider, is very clear. It can be said that the city has left traces of Metici. Even if they have been driven away for many years, the influence of Metici's family on this place can still be felt in every street and corner of Florence.

It is no exaggeration to say that although they are trying hard to avoid this taboo surname, every mouthful of air people breathe seems to always smell the smell of Metic.

Florence and Metic are inseparable. No one is willing to admit this, but no one has ever truly denied it.

Now that Alexander mentioned Metic, the two of them couldn't help but look slightly nervous.

Especially Machiafli, his mood was even more tense and complicated.

After all, he was both a subordinate of Savonalola and an official in the Sazi government today. No matter which of these two people is, he is the enemy of the Metic family.

If the Metic family really counterattacked, just thinking about Machiafli would feel that the situation in front of him would be worrying.

"You can protect Florence," Mahimo said suddenly, staring at Alexander's eyes with a little anxious expression. "You can make suggestions to the Pope, and the Pope declares that Florence is protected by the Vatican, so that the Metic family dare not act rashly."

Looking at Maximo with a serious expression, Alexander suddenly felt a little scary.

Of course, he was not afraid of Maximo, but of the kind of thought that has now deeply affected him.

Extreme, paranoid, and even crazy thoughts are the source of the spirit that Savonalola can support him. The kind of thing that makes him crazy and almost makes the whole city crazy is like a plague. Once infected, it is difficult to get rid of it. It will make a person do things that he may not dare to do and think about in the past, and will drive more people to do more terrible things under the instigation of such extreme thoughts like moths to the flames.

Since civilization came into being, such extreme ideas have never lacked hosts, and in the past, even more.

"Believe me, Mahimo, I know what to do for Florence," Alexander secretly calmed down. He knew that it was useless to dissuade Mahimo at this time. Once the extreme thought of either one or the other was formed, it would be really difficult to get rid of. However, looking at Mahimo's appearance, Alexander's heart moved slightly. "It's you, do you remember that I told you that the dean of St. Mark is not your last destination, and your future will not be bound in that monastery."

Mahemo's face showed a hint of excitement. Of course, he still remembered what Alexander once said to him, and he could not even forget that when they first met, Alexander promised that he would make a name for himself in the future. Now it seems that Alexander's promise has indeed come true.

"Then I'll give you another promise now," Alexander said with a smile to Mahimo. "Maybe one day in the future, you will have the opportunity to realize your current ideal." Seeing Mahimo's instantly excited look, Alexander stretched out a finger on his lips to signal him not to speak "But before that, you must first gain the strength and status that can make all this happen. So Mahimo, you must first become the kind of person you hate, such as becoming a cardinal or even the pope."

In an instant, Machimo's face became dull, and Machiafli next to him had already let out a heavy "huff" sound of gasping.

This was the first time Alexander had shown such ambition before others, not Ofulei, not Uriu, not Gompatti, not even his women, but in front of a Florentine and a man who seemed to have a disagreement with him.

Supporting a future pope is a crucial thing for Alexander in the future. Perhaps this importance cannot be seen now, but when his eyes are turned to the distant Iberian Peninsula, the importance of a pope who obeys him is revealed.

"And your secretary," Alexander looked at Machiafli, who seemed a little out of his mind. "I hope you can play a more important role in Florence in the future, but before that I will tell you the purpose of this trip first, and I remind you that there will be no evidence that I have said these words," he looked at the two people in front of him. "The Metic family may return to Florence because of help. In this matter, I hope you can play a role. In return, Secretary, you can get a satisfactory position under the new ruler of Florence, and Machimo, your future is Rome."

Looking at the two people who were a little dazed when they listened to this, Alexander raised his glass of wine with satisfaction.

It certainly takes a lot of money to support a pope and support the restoration of a fugitive family.
Chapter completed!