Piazza Lavenia is a very famous place in Bologna. This square not only contains the city's oldest fountain, but also has two towers that have maintained the highest height for hundreds of years.

The large copper bell on the tower on the right was made by the locals with the remaining copper materials when the old city of Bologna was built in the early years. It has been around 500 years old. Whenever various emergencies occur in the city, people will ring the large copper bell on the tower. At this time, the bell with great penetration will ring over the city to warn the Bologna.

But in August 1499, the big bronze bell was in vain. Not only did it not give any warning, but when many sleepy Bologna walked out of the house just until noon, they saw a flag that looked strange or ugly from the towering tower.

Busacco actually wanted to make a regular Montina flag, but in the hurry he could only make someone rush to piece together a few pieces of white cloth and sew it into a large flag. As for the pattern on it, Busacco described the tailors he found several times, but they could only be careless.

But no matter what, the Bologna saw when they opened their eyes, which was a scene that was a bit ugly on the tower of Piazza Lavenia, but it definitely stunned them.

Bologna has various inseparable connections with the Vatican because of its special location. It is precisely because of this that in the past ten centuries after the establishment of the Vatican as the location of the Holy See, the relationship between Bologna and the Vatican can definitely be said to be the closest and most obedient among all Italian city-states. Because of this, every pope also viewed Bologna differently. One of the treatments is that it does not have other city-states. No matter when, as the protected place of the Holy See, the flag of Bologna can appear anywhere with the flag of the Holy See.

In Bologna, except for the Holy See flag, no flag can appear on the towers of Piazza Lavenia again.

Because of this, many Bolognas realized that something big had happened at this time. People began to discuss and gathered at the corridor streets in the city, which was the city center of Bologna.

But what people unexpectedly was that they were blocked outside the street. When the street had been overthrown, the carriages were sealed tightly. Some strange soldiers they had never seen before guarded the main roads to the town hall. When they were at a loss, teams of cavalry suddenly rushed over unscrupulously. People noticed that these cavalry were similar to those opposite people. What's worse was that the one who was the leader was holding the flag magnified on the tower of Lavenia Square.

By this time, many people had realized something was wrong, and as someone finally recognized the origin of the flag, the Bologna instantly fell into panic.

Caesar's Pope's army just left 2 days ago, and some people have not even forgotten that the Pope's son took advantage of the opportunity of the temporary revision of the army in Bologna and discussed in depth the doctrine with two devout female believers.

As for what the Pope's army came to Romagna, anyone with a little brain could think of it. As a result, the Montina people suddenly appeared as if they had fallen from the sky for only two days after the Pope's army was gone, and they actually occupied Bologna. Just think about it, it is said that many of the Montina's army were barbarians from the Balkans, and the Bologna people couldn't help but worry about their future.

In the Bologna City Hall, a scene of surrender was also happening, but Busacco was obviously not as lucky as Caesar. During the entire surrender ceremony, the Bologna city officials not only did not cooperate at all, but many also showed obvious contempt.

"General, can I understand that your identity is just an officer next to Count Montina?" A Bologna official asked arrogantly. "Then you are not a nobleman. Even if you are a hero next to the Count, and although you have indeed occupied Bologna, I must remind you that we will not sign any formal surrender agreement with you. Unless Count Montina is present in person to sign the documents and give us orders, we will refuse to obey your orders, which is an insult to us."

Busako stared at the old man in front of him with a deep face. He couldn't help but want to teach the arrogant official in front of him a lesson. They actually neglected him so much just because he was not a noble, even if he just needed to give orders to throw all of these people into prison.

"So you refused to surrender?" Busacco asked with a bit of a bad intention. He had already thought that even if he was punished afterwards, as long as the official opposite said "no", he would have an excuse to take strict measures against these people.

"No," the official said, indeed, "Busacco's hope is not disappointed, but before Busacco took the opportunity to order, the man continued to say, "We just cannot surrender to you. If you want to get a formal surrender agreement, I suggest that you sign the agreement as soon as possible, or others who can represent him in their identity and status, otherwise we will refuse to sign because..."

"I know, this is an insult to you." Busako interrupted the other party helplessly. He really hated the difference between the aristocratic and civilian status at this time, and he never longed for a noble status as he is now, otherwise even your prisoner would look down on you.

"But I wouldn't be all nobles, so they should have no reason to refuse to cooperate with us, otherwise I will let them know that as occupiers, we are not more kind than others." Busako stared at the face of the official, and felt a little relieved when he looked at the expressionless look of the other party. Speaking of which, this was the first time he had entered a city as a conqueror, but this didn't seem so good.

Busacco's threatening tone obviously played some role. When he asked Bologna officials to lead him to check the supplies stored here not long ago, although he revealed obvious reluctance, an official was forced to hand over a bunch of keys.

"Those things are in the warehouses outside the city," the official said in a stiff tone, "but I can only give you keys and tell you where the place is. I have no right to open those warehouses," he said, and he mustered up the courage to add, "You have no right to possess those materials unless you have the permission of the Duke of Valentino, or through the official authorization of the Earl of Montina."

"Don't worry, I will get authorization from the Count. I just execute his orders in advance." Busacco shook the keys in his hand. Although these Bolognas were a little stubborn, their personality did not make him too annoyed. In addition, the news brought back by the cavalry sent out made Busacco feel somewhat relieved.

It is obvious that the Bologna insisted and stubbornly followed only traditional aristocratic privileges. As for the resistance to the occupiers, they seemed not so keen. Except for the gates of some churches and monasteries that refused to enter their soldiers, the people in most parts of the city actually accepted the fact that they had been occupied with unexpected peace.

Caesar's supplies left in Bologna were mainly food and some medicines, but there were not many weapons. According to the confession of those left behind in the warehouse, in addition to these supplies, more things would be shipped to Bologna and then shipped to Ferrara.

It was obvious that Caesar was ready to provide supplies to Ferrara, who was isolated for a long time.

It is also easy to think that once Ferrara is occupied by Caesar, it will definitely become a thorn in the side of Montina and Venice. By then, all supply of Ferrara may be cut off. At this time, to support the normal life of the city, you must prepare in advance.

From this we can see that Caesar has been planning to persist in Ferrara for a long time since the beginning.

Looking at the supplies, Busacco, despite the strong opposition of local officials, immediately announced that these things were owned by Montina's army. Then he led a small team of Balkans to the more important goal - the University of Bologna.

In 1088, when the whole of Europe was still completely filled with the darkness and ignorance of the medieval era, and when Urban II was still actively preparing to find an opportunity to put his ambition to the east for a long time into implementation, a university of higher learning was born not far from the Vatican.

No one would have thought that from that era when the princes were separatist and wars were everywhere, the oldest institution of Europe staggered.

Hundreds of years have passed, countless monarchs have come and gone, countless famous generals have turned into dead bones, the castle has turned into ruins, and the crown has fallen into dust, but the University of Bologna not only miraculously escaped disasters, but on the contrary, it has grown stronger with the evolution of the times.

Busacco had long heard of the history of the University of Bologna, but they were all the anecdotes that Alexander told them in his spare time. For Busacco, those stories were indeed too far away. At least before that, he never thought that one day he would enter the gate of this first institution in Europe.

After all, everyone here is so scary. When Busako walked on the school path, he even felt like he was going to break into the enemy camp alone.

"stop!"

A man appeared opposite them. The man was wearing a slightly fat brown robe. The color looked similar to the exterior walls of the houses near the university. He obviously did not carry weapons, but facing several tall and large soldiers, the man did not show any cowardly expression.

"From 1185, Emperor Fderic declared that the University of Bologna was not affected by any force, the institution has not been threatened by any armed personnel." The man stared at Busacco with bright eyes, his eyes swept across the saber around Busacco's waist and the Balkans behind him, and finally stayed on Busacco's face. "We have heard of your arrival. We are not interested in who is occupying Bologna now, but you have no right to disturb the peace of this holy place of study."

Busako opened his mouth slightly, and he felt that he was a bit aggrieved by the occupier. It seemed that everyone in the city could scold him, which made him even wonder if he had a face that looked easy to bully, otherwise no one would take him, as a conqueror, seriously.

"Please forgive me..." Busako spoke helplessly.

But the other party immediately interrupted him: "It's a teacher."

"What?"

"I mean I'm a teacher, not a nobleman."

Looking at the man's serious expression, Busacco could only bow slightly again. He regretted that he was so anxious that the count's description of the university was so clear. Otherwise, he might have the courage to teach the other party a lesson, but now he did not dare to do this, especially when he thought that if the count knew that he dared to use force on the campus of the University of Bologna, he might be driven back to Agri to guard the gate for the rest of his life, which would be his final outcome.

"I would like to ask where is Master Fitch from France?" Busac asked patiently.

"Are you talking about Master Fitch?" The teacher looked at Busacco with a little vigilant, and then shook his head gently. "I don't know what you are doing to that master, but you have to know that he is our guest, so I suggest you don't do anything unreasonable to him."

"Please rest assured, I just want to visit that master." Busacco smiled. Although as this man said he did not dare to do anything to Master Fitch in college, as long as the Frenchman did not leave Bologna, he would not let Fitch take the opportunity to jump.

"If so, I suggest you let your soldiers leave here first, they disturb my students," the teacher said stubbornly, but then he pointed to a house not far away. "Master Fitch is there, he lives in Teacher Brigitt's house now."

Busako first smiled satisfied, then asked with a slightly surprised question: "Brejit?"

"Yes, respected Teacher Brigitte, our most profound master of law here, Master Fitcher is here to exchange knowledge with him." The teacher showed a proud look.

"Please forgive me, I want to ask, does this Master Brejit have a daughter?" Busako asked carefully. He said that since he walked into this university that looked extremely majestic, he felt that his courage seemed to have become much smaller.

Hearing his inquiry, the teacher showed a little vigilance. He first looked at Busacco's face carefully, and then suddenly said in a slightly sympathetic tone: "Although I don't know what you think, I advise you to give up."

"What?" Busako looked at the other person inexplicably.

"I mean Gina," the teacher said in a very good tone. "Gina won't like you. In fact, if you inquire, you should know that she has publicly announced that she will not choose a man who is inferior to her as her husband. But this is not the most critical. The real trouble is that Teacher Breggit supports her in doing so, so if you want to pursue Gina, you must at least win the scholarship championship of that year."

Listening to the teacher's words, Busako's face showed a strange look.

Just recently, he was underestimated by the Bologna officials, and now he is despised because he is uneducated. Thinking about the ignorant look of the female student named Gina Brejit when she said his name, Busako began to feel that the people in the city seemed to have deep malice towards him.

Pebonne Breggit's home is a small building with a large balcony. When Busacco came to the door, he clearly felt the atmosphere that the people in the house discovered his arrival.

The flashing figures that could be seen through the glass of the window next to him proved his speculation. Just as he signaled the soldiers behind him to prepare, the door opened and the young woman he had met appeared at the door.

"Hello Miss Gina, I'm here to ask your father, Master Brejit." Busako bowed and saluted.

"Or you are here to find Master Fitch?" The young woman did not move out of the way, but looked at the Balkans behind Busako. "I know I did something wrong, and this is a lesson for me."

"You don't have to be too sad. Even a very knowledgeable person like you may not be stupid." Busako said this for some reason, and then he suddenly felt that the "worship" he had suffered before was diluted a lot.

However, Gina Brejit was not as furious as Busako had imagined. She just looked at him calmly, then flashed to the side and gave way.

"Master Feiche is waiting for you, General."

Busacco walked into the room a little bored. He was not worried that the French in the house would attack him. Unless they were really stupid, acting rashly would only cause trouble for themselves.

In the living room, Busacco saw Fitch.

The future president of the University of Paris and Louis XII's think tank looked calm and composed. Compared with the slightly nervous students next to him, Busacco even felt that the master was a bit too casual.

The other person sitting next to Feiche simply looked at Busacco with a slightly interested look.

"Our hero, the savior of the world of Christ, is here." Fitch stood up, and he smiled and looked at Busako who walked into the living room, and then turned to his students and said, "You should know this man, that is, he injured the Ottoman Sultan with artillery."

The eyes of several French people showed surprise. Although they had heard of this person's name, meeting them in this situation still made them both curious and nervous.

"Dear Master, what I am more interested in is what name he occupied Bologna," said the old man next to him. Seeing Gina Breggit coming and stay by his side, Busako had already confirmed that this was the Master Breggit. Sure enough, this master gave Busako a difficult problem. "According to the agreement that has been signed, Bologna is the territory directly under the Vatican, and recognizes the Pope as the supreme Bologna and the only monarch. Any invasion of Bologna will be regarded as a direct challenge to the Vatican. General, I don't know whether you occupied this city after the orders of Count Montina or your personal decision without authorization, but this is no longer important. General, your actions have caused trouble to your monarch and yourself."

Busacco looked at the two masters opposite him. By this time he had already confirmed something that he was really in conflict with this city called Bologna.

In a town not far from Ferrara, after listening to the messenger's report that was inconsistent with the words and finally figured out what was going on, Gompatti was stunned for a while.

As Master Brejit said, it is no longer important to Busacco for what reason or in whose name it occupied Bologna. What is important is that he occupied the Vatican territory!

"What have you done, Busako," Gompatti shook his head, but after a while he suddenly smiled, and then Gompatti shouted "Retreat, retreat to the south bank of the Reno River."

Then he waved to the entourage beside him: "It seems that I will disappear for a while, and from now on I will not see anyone from Ferrara."

After saying that, Gompatti grabbed her hat and tucked it on her head, and walked towards the stable while whispering: "God, I hope the Countess won't be mad by this."

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Chapter completed!