The Vatican is shrouded in an inexplicable sorrow and anxiety.

Even those cardinals had to hide the secret joy in their hearts carefully. At this time, Alexander VI was like a bull who was completely angry, and anyone could become his target for venting.

The Pope had kept himself in the room all day, while Caesar had been placed in a delicate sarcophagus.

There is a human-shaped statue holding a long sword on the lid of this sarcophagus. The statue holds the sword on both hands. The famous saying has been newly engraved on the long sword on the chest.

"If it is not for Caesar, it is for dust."

This proverb, which has always been deeply loved by Caesar, is now given a completely different meaning.

If not for Caesar, it is for dust.

Alexander VI's back became even more hunched. He used to wipe it with good rose water to ensure that his smooth hair was dry. His hair was messy and scattered on his shoulders, and his eyes were also sunken, which made him look even older and weaker.

When he saw the Pope, Old Rover was a little surprised. Although he knew that Caesar's death was obviously a huge blow to him, Old Rover still did not expect that he would change so much.

“My son was murdered.”

This is the first sentence Alexander VI said after meeting Rovery Old.

Old Rover nodded silently, then shook his head: "Caesar Porgia died on the battlefield. He died like a knight and a hero, so you also know that this is not a murder, otherwise it would be an insult to him."

"No, he was murdered, just like Giovanni," Alexander VI ignored Rovery Old, and he continued to speak on his own. His eyes were a little confused, which made Rovery Old realized that he was not trying to talk to him, but was simply talking to himself. "My two sons were dead, neither of them died at the hands of a dignified enemy, but were murdered despicable."

The pope turned slowly and looked at the throne behind him that represented the highest honor of Christ's world: "I have been sitting here for a long time. I have gained power, status and wealth, but I have lost my son, and it is almost over."

Old Rover looked at Alexander VI's back and suddenly felt a little pitiful to this unfortunate person.

He noticed that when Alexander VI mentioned his son, he did not count his youngest son, Jeffrey. Thinking about the rumors that Jeffrey was not Alexander VI's biological child, Rovery Old felt that he seemed much luckier than this opponent.

Although he was a little unsatisfied, at least his son was still alive.

"They murdered Caesar with despicable means, and he was my last hope. He was even less than 30 years old, so young and ambitious," Alexander VI turned his head and looked at Old Rovery. "That Naples woman has to pay."

"Are you talking about the regent queen of Naples?" Old Rover asked calmly. "I think I have to remind you that any impulsive behavior is very unfavorable to Rome, the Vatican and yourself. The Naples army has arrived outside the city of Rome, and your army..."

Speaking of this, Old Rovere paused for a moment, as if looking for reasons to speak, and then he slowly said: "They are now in a neutral position. The city of Rome has no force to resist except a small number of city defense forces. If a war rashly starts, it may put the whole city in crisis. In addition, there seems to be voices in the cardinal regiment opposing the continued war with the Naples. They believe that it is just Caesar's personal war. Now that Caesar has been called, the war will not exist."

Alexander VI let out an angry growl in his throat. He knew that the voice in the cardinal group that Lao Luoweire mentioned actually refers to Maximo.

He never expected that this was purely a marionette arranged by Alexander in the Vatican, and now he had the opportunity to make his own voice.

And he had to admit that because he had enough financial resources and money, while using gold to open the road, Mahimo had built a network of relationships that could not be ignored in the Vatican, but also in the Cardinals.

"But at least the City Defense Forces still obeyed my orders," Alexander VI's gaze became tighter. He looked at Old Rover, wondering whether this opponent who had always been an enemy of him had any involvement in Caesar's death. At the same time, an almost crazy thought flashed through his mind. "I can order the City Defense Forces to make all this easier. You must know that Rome is at least the Vatican is still in my hands."

Old Rovery realized a little danger. He knew that Alexander VI, who had lost his son, would do anything terrible at any time, which made Old Rovery regret coming to see him.

However, because the matter is of great importance, he cannot help but take this risk.

"I think maybe you don't need to do such a fierce move," Rovery Old carefully dealt with the Pope, who had already lost his mind because of the loss of his son. "We actually don't want the Naples to enter Rome, do we?"

"What?"

"I mean our son-in-law," Lao Luoweire shrugged his shoulder helplessly. As the father-in-law of the same person, whether it is an official or an private person, it is always a bit embarrassing to get together. "He has too much ambition, which is obviously not a good thing for all of us, so I think it is necessary for us to curb this danger. In addition, I have heard some strange rumors about Ladia gold coins. It seems that something happened. Have you heard of this?"

Alexander VI's original excited expression slowly disappeared. Of course, he knew that Rovery Old was close to the French church and that he himself was the bishop of the French diocese. So he must have received news about the fact that Ladia's gold coins were being run wildly.

Although the pain of losing his son was always biting his heart, Alexander VI almost instinctively heard something from the words of Old Rovere.

"I know you are certainly unwilling to accept my advice, but compared to my disgust, the current situation should be more noticeable, right?" Old Rover said again with confidence. "The Queen of Naples is Alexander's sister. If she was allowed to control Rome, then everything would be too bad. Alexander is building an 'imperial' and he may even want to unify all the city-states of Rome. This is no joke. He has started doing this now, and it is going well, so I say we should consider stopping his ambition."

"Who will stop your son Constantine?" asked the Pope with malicious sarcasm. "As far as I know, he fled to Ferrara without even seeing the shadow of the French, so that the people of Ferrara saw him pass by and closed the window facing the street to show irony."

Anger flashed in Old Rovere's eyes, but he soon calmed down again. He knew that Alexander VI's mood was obviously impossible to understand with common sense. The harm caused to him by Caesar's death may cause him to do something crazy.

Such a person is dangerous, not to mention that he is a pope.

"Sometimes I think it's really a big irony that God gave me Barenti and Constantine to me at the same time," Rovery old, rubbed his forehead and saw Alexander VI's sarcastic look. He continued to say as if he didn't see it. "But can you feel at ease with such Constantine? It only takes an appointment. Once Constantine becomes the commander of the Holy See's army, the Naples have no reason to continue to attack Rome. After all, for Romethesia, the key now is to deal with the French, and the queen obviously cared about Alexander."

"Alexander..."

The pope was silently chanting the name in a strange mood. His heart was so complicated that he couldn't describe it. He didn't even know what attitude he should use to face his good son-in-law.

Alexander VI did not think he was wrong, just as he never thought cheating his son-in-law was not what a normal father-in-law should do.

"You need to make a decision as early as possible. I heard that there is a run in France for Ladia, which is awful."

The Pope's words made the Pope's face darker. He thought that this cunning opponent would take the opportunity to put pressure on him, but he didn't expect that the old Rover was trying to make his son the commander of the Pope.

But Old Rovery's words also reminded him that the unexpected situation of Ladia's gold coins also made him uneasy, especially when Caesar was killed in an accident and the Pope's army was even more ambiguous, and suddenly realized that Old Rovery's suggestions had become his only choice.

Just making Constantine the commander of the Pope Army, this idea that even thinking about it made Alexander VI feel unimaginable.

Alexander VI was very clear about Rovery's ambitions. After all, this man has publicly expressed his desire to seek the Pope's throne more than once. If the Pope had not been a lifelong profession, he might have proposed to let Alexander VI step down.

Now, if an opportunity appears in front of him, he will definitely not give up easily.

Alexander VI looked at Old Luo Weire with a gloomy face, and for a while he didn't make any sound.

Old Luo Weire was waiting patiently with confidence.

After a while, Alexander VI suddenly sighed in a low voice. He slowly stood up and walked to the window, looking at a small church outside.

It is the Vatican Chapel of Tambiedo, the masterpiece of the famous architect Bramont, and he is now helping Roman Thesia to build the Montina Castle, which is said to be epoch-making.

But these are not what Alexander VI cares about.

Caesar's coffin stayed in that chapel. I wonder if it was an illusion, but Alexander VI always felt that he could hear Caesar's roar from the sarcophagus.

"I can promise you," the pope suddenly turned around, because he tried too hard, his head was slightly dizzy, so he quickly pressed a chair beside him to stand firm. "I want you to promise me that the Naples army cannot enter the city of Rome, and I will never want to see the murderer of my son appear before me."

Old Luo Weire nodded silently and agreed, but he looked at Alexander VI with a little pity.

Just when Alexander VI and Rovery Old, Nomero was walking on the smooth cobblestone road in the afterglow of the sunset. The golden sunset shone through the gap between the two ancient buildings behind him, falling on the ground to cover the road in a golden area. Nomero's figure was also thrown on the cobblestone road for a long time.

The Tiber River in the distance reveals a small section from an old building that looks like ruins, and you can see the gurgling river flowing.

Anyone who knows him would be surprised to see the current Nomero. The powerful but quite polite Pope's private secretary was wearing a ragged coat. He called his boots because he had walked a long way and had a hair fleece. A little dirty soft hat was crooked on his head.

That way, people will never associate him with the powerful pope confidant.

But even so, Nomero seemed to think it wasn't enough, so he had a layer of oil on his face, which made him completely become another person, and even those who were very familiar with him would not recognize him soon if he hadn't looked at it carefully.

Nomero walked on the street. His current identity was obviously a poor man who had a good time. So when he walked through those streets, those who passed by him would deliberately avoid him, which gave him greater convenience, because for this trip, it took him several Ladia to buy this outfit.

Nomero walked down the street, and at the intersection not far ahead, he saw a carriage parked there, but it was not a carriage like a nobleman, which had a very wide carriage, but a carriage with a very tall carriage and a tall cloth tent.

This kind of carriage used to pull goods can be seen frequently in the city and will not attract anyone's attention.

Nomero looked around and immediately walked a few steps towards the carriage after confirming that no one noticed him.

A homeless man holding a bottle of wine in his mouth was immediately noticed by the street not far from the carriage.

The homeless man stood up drunk and wandered across the street, as if by chance, it just happened to block Nomero who was about to walk to the carriage.

Nomero stopped and looked at the homeless man, and immediately confirmed that this person should not have blocked him for no reason.

Sure enough, the homeless man looked at Nomero carefully with a sharp look that the drunkard had not had. After seemingly recognizing him, he seemed to stagger across the street, and then sat down on the steps of a family to bask in the sun.

Nomero came to the side of the carriage. Before he could speak, the back gang with the height of the carriage and chest suddenly dropped, and then his hands stretched out from inside grabbed his arm and pulled him onto the carriage.

What surprised Nomero was that the rough and simple truck was arranged clean and comfortable, but what really caught him attention was the owner of the carriage.

"I'm glad to see you, Lord Nomero, I hope you are worthy of my adventure." Ruosha, who was sitting in the carriage, stood up.
Chapter completed!