Machiafli hurriedly walked out of the town hall. He looked around carefully first, and when he saw no one paying attention, he immediately walked through the crowded National Square, and then walked into an inconspicuous house in the corner of the square.

Before entering the door, a burst of slurred noise had already come out of the house. As a small door opened, the sound seemed clearer.

When Machiafli walked into the house, unexpectedly, this house that was not very tall from the outside was only a separate floor from the floor to the roof, so from the inside of the house, it looked unusually tall.

A scaffolding about three people in a circle stood in the middle of the house, and there was nothing else in the whole house except for some tools that were scattered around the scaffolding.

The embryo of a very tall marble statue is surrounded by the scaffolding. Although the statue has not been fully formed, the finished part can clearly show that this is a very magnificent statue of a person.

The room was filled with smoke and dust. A man with a wet towel wrapped around his face and only a pair of shorts was standing on the scaffolding, holding a zipper and a hammer and chiseling hard on the statue. Pieces of gravel splashed down with smoke and dust. At the same time, several guys standing below kept pouring water on the marble statue and the man.

I don't know if it was sweat or mud flowing down the statue and the man's body, but his hair was condensed into strands. Although there were often water silk slipping into the corners of his eyes, the man never moved, but just blew his breath up hard, as if he wanted to blow away the mud on his face. His eyes were staring at every texture falling from the zipper, without a single mark.

Machiafli stood below and looked up at the man's traces hewn on the marble statue. Although he knew that the statue was still early, the situation about the statue that he had learned from this person before made him excited.

Finally, with the sound of a very long hammer hitting the squeegee echoing in the house, the man wrapped in mud and like a wet mud man stopped. He leaned back on the scaffolding and looked at the statue in front of him, and then sat down slowly, as if he was a little intoxicated to admire his work.

"Master, I'm disturbing." Machiafli said carefully below, "But I can discuss some things with you?"

The man looked down tiredly, and his eyes were still confused because of his previous excitement, which was like a scorching flame. After that, he said hello: "Sir, what's the matter for you to come in person?"

"Master, when will your masterpiece be completed?" Machiafley asked with interest. Seeing the man slowly climbing down from the scaffolding with his messy hair, he immediately went up to him. "I know you must not tolerate any flaws, and you must be completely satisfied to complete it, but I want to know how much time it will take, you know it is very important."

"State, this is not what we said. Why? Didn't the Florentine government promise that I can only complete the work if I think I am satisfied? Why is there another time limit now?" Michelangelo asked a little annoyed. He looked at Machiavelli with some dissatisfaction, a little unhappy with the bureaucrat's sudden visit.

After leaving Rome, Michelangelo has lived in Florence for two years. His skills have changed surprisingly in the past two years. If he had a trace of craftsmanship deliberately pursued perfection as an artist, in the past two years, he has completely integrated this craftsmanship into his own unique style, creating a surprising tension and momentum.

Machiafli smiled helplessly, and in fact, the Florentine government did not propose a specific time limit, but now they have no intention of paying attention to this statue that was originally given to them.

"It's a bit different from the previous agreement, but Master, you know there are some changes in it," Machiafli walked to the corner of the house with Michelangelo, watched him take off his shorts and throw it aside, picked up a jar full of cold water and lifted it all over his body, and then he continued, "In fact, this is what I want to ask myself, because it is related to a friend of all of us."

Michelangelo held the jar above his head and calmed down. The powerful muscles on his back condensed into protruding bumps. Then he put the jar down and turned around. Looking at his naked and strong body, Machiafli couldn't help but think of the rumors about the master who seemed to have special preferences. He couldn't help but take a step back without a trace to keep a distance from the other party.

"I know who the State Council you are talking about, but you are not very smart when you mention him here," Michelangelo grabbed a clean shirt and put it on his body, covering some key parts and then said to Machiafli, who was secretly relieved, "But what are you going to say?"

"I mean the adult might have to take over Florence officially," Machiafli said in a low voice, then looked at the statue dealing with the middle of the house. "If I'm not wrong, maybe something will happen soon, so if you can finish the statue at that time, I think it will give this grand occasion a greater significance."

After hearing this, Michelangelo pondered for a moment. Although he didn't understand what this somewhat annoying politician was saying, the money he received from this person was real real money. The secret allowance was much more than what the Florentine government gave him. As the saying goes, "A man-eating is soft and his hands are short, he naturally understood that there are naturally important reasons for Machiafli to come to remind himself at this time.

"It cannot prevent me from completing my work. You must know that this is a masterpiece that may not be able to complete myself."

Michelangelo pondered for a while and finally spoke. Although it sounded like he was still insisting on his own opinion, Machiafli had already heard the loose meaning of his words.

"Please rest assured, Master, we all know what this means to all of us." After saying that, Machiafli and Michelangelo stood side by side under the scaffolding and looked up at the already large statue. "This is a real masterpiece. I believe me, Master, you will be famous in history because of this work."

"I think so myself." Michelangelo nodded with a slight pride. After a while, he seemed to remember something and said to Machiafli, "I think you will do it too. We will all leave a footnote in history."

Listening to Michelangelo's commercial hype that had just arrived, Machiafli smiled with satisfaction: "I know the master, I believe this is for sure."

In the Florence City Hall, CEO Sazzi stared at the government officials sitting on both sides of the table with a ugly face. These people were the government elected by the Florentines. However, he knew that although most of these people were supported by different industry guilds behind them, if you look into it, you will find that behind these industry guilds is the shadow of the free trade alliance.

Before he knew it, Florence was completely controlled by the Free Trade Union from top to bottom. Compared with the forced protection of Pisa, Sazzi felt more desperate. The latter could fight hard, while the former made him feel that Florence no longer belonged to him or the Florentines.

Sometimes he even wondered whether the entire Florentine government had completely become a puppet of Roman Thesia, but these were no longer important now. A choice that really made him feel deadly was already in front of him and all the Florentines.

"The French set out from Percha, they are almost at the Cold Mountains," an official pointed to a hill northwest of Florence on the map. Then the official looked at Sazzie, whose face was dark and dark, swallowed, and pointed his fingers downwards across the entire city and pointed to the south. "And the Naples army set out from Siena two days ago, and according to speculation, they have now arrived near Kings Mountain in the south of the city."

The officials' words made all the Florentine officials present change their faces. Although they knew the situation was bad, they never expected that it would be so bad now.

Both evil guests extended their hands to the beauty of Florence, so who should they "honored" to untied their clothes?

"There is no time, we must ask for help from the Naples," an official suddenly stood up, and the pompoon on his head swayed funnyly with the violent shaking of his head, as if adding to the atmosphere for his words. "We have an alliance treaty with Pisa, and we have declared war on the French before. Is there anything else to hesitate?"

"Yes, I'm a little skeptical now about what the purpose of this meeting is," another official also joined in fiercely. "What we have to do is to defend the city and cooperate with the alliance, but now what I hear seems to be not like, and I have to doubt if someone wants to blatantly break the contract?"

Sazzi looked at these people who couldn't wait to jump out. He knew that the guild behind these people had a deep relationship with the trade alliance, and some of them were already the spokespersons of the trade alliance in Florence, and the supporters behind others also had different attitudes because of their more or less connection with the alliance.

"We are indeed part of the Holy Alliance, but can we resist the French? You must know that our protector, Pisa, is now being besieged by the French." Sazzi said dissatisfiedly. He knew that he had to speak, otherwise he and Florence would be forced to break up with the French before the meeting ended. This was something he absolutely did not want to see.

In fact, although he overthrew Savonalola, Sazzi was supportive of Savonalola's choice to cooperate with the French.

"The Naples army has arrived. Don't forget that they easily defeated the Pope's army in Rome, and even killed Caesar." Another official spoke, and the man looked at Sazzi with a slightly dissatisfied look. "If we seem to be shaking at this time, it is not a good choice. Perhaps this will anger the Alliance and Pisa, and even the Duke of Roman Thescia himself."

The official's threatening tone made Sachi stagnate. His eyes swept to the others. Seeing the hints in their eyes, Sachi suddenly felt that he was completely alien in this room.

A heavy footstep sounded from far to near, and there should be many people listening to the sound, and the consuls couldn't help but turn their eyes to the door.

The two closed doors were suddenly pushed open because they used too much force to hit the wall and bounced back, and then they were blocked by the crowded people.

The shiny armor and shaking swords made the consuls' faces change instantly, and they seemed to have seen the terrible upheaval with people rolling in a few years ago.

"People please don't panic," Machiafli, who was walking in the front, saluted to the consuls, and then he looked at Sachi, who was also uneasy, "Consul."

"What's going on? Lead the soldiers into the consul's meeting. I'll ask you to explain it, otherwise you will be punished for rebellion." Sazzi asked with an ugly face.

"This is not a rebel, but in fact it is a new appointment," Machiafli bowed to Sachi, and then took out a statement and read it loudly. "In the name of His Highness Estres Juliant Gambre, Duchess of Pisa, in view of the current situation, in order to better fulfill Florence's duties to the Holy Alliance, we hereby issue an edict to change Florence's government to the military governor, and appointed the ruling Frenchisco Sachi as the first military governor, and other consuls served in turn, and at the same time, the State Councilor Nicollo Machiafli was appointed as the chief commander of the government, and command the Florentine army with full authority..."

At this point, Machiafli stopped. He tilted his head slightly and showed half of his head from behind the raised parchment statement. He looked at Sachi, whose face was already covered in vain. He first said, "Congratulations, for being promoted to the governor," and then continued to recite the head. "Florence will do his best to support the Holy Alliance. Any attempt to make peace with the enemies of the alliance will be regarded as collusion with the enemy. With the permission of His Highness the Duchess, the right to be punished by military discipline!"

Listening to Machiafli's declaration at the end, Sachi, who had already become hoarse and murderous intent at the end, was unexpectedly found that his legs seemed to have suddenly lost their strength and lost their reaction. His hands on the table were also numb because of his sudden dizziness. With a sudden dizziness, Sachi's eyes turned black and he fell on the table.

On July 7, 1501, Naples troops entered a small town on Mount Kings in the remote suburbs of Florence.

While the army was busy setting up camps, setting up posts, sending hunting cavalry to observe typical cases, etc., the Queen of Naples Rusha Kosencha Rastamara suddenly started sightseeing in the town with her maid and a small team of guards.

The residents of the town hid in their homes very smartly, so the streets were very quiet.

Walking on the fairly clean stone road, Ruosha looked at the houses passing by with interest, and then she pointed to a house built along the mountain in the distance and said excitedly: "It's there."

Then the queen lifted her skirt slightly and took the lead in walking forward.

Under the doubts of the followers, they came to the building. It was actually a very ordinary house. The only benefit was that the terrain was higher and the way they could better see Florence in the distance.

"My brother lived here at the beginning."

After deciding to use this house as the queen's palace, Ruosha told the female attendant why she chose this place. This made the female attendant look helpless and couldn't think of how to respond to this sister who seemed to be smiling because of this little thing.

But when the messengers of Florence arrived, they saw a solemn and even somewhat cold-hearted queen.

"Machiafli?"

Ruosha smiled slightly as she recited the name gently. Of course, the messenger didn't know what the meaning of the queen's smile had, but even though he smiled, he couldn't feel any change on the queen that made him slightly relaxed.

"Transfer to my commander's order, I want the Florentine army to obey me and tell him that this is my order, and this order is above everything at this moment." Ruosha said, standing up and looking out the window at the city of Florence. "Louis is waiting for me there, let me see if he is a real French king."

Ruosha's provocation was quickly responded. In the early morning of July 8, the French army established a stable camp in Lengshan and marched towards the city of Florence, about 10 miles away.

Later on the same day, the Naples army, who had waited for the news, began to descend from the king in the afternoon, approaching the French army in an opposite direction.

Louis XII was slightly surprised when he heard about the actions of the Naples army.

"Are you sure that the Naples are not going to enter Florence?" The king looked at the scout in confusion. After receiving a clear answer, Louis puzzledly patted the little scepter used as a horse whip in his palm. "What is that woman going to do? You must know that she only has 3,000 people, and I have..."

Louis XII shook his head, he thought it was unreasonable, or too ridiculous.

No one is so stupid that he tries to use 3,000 people to fight an army of 20,000 people in the field, even if the other party is a woman.

Then Louis XII suddenly thought of something.

He immediately called the general in charge of the scout. After making some arrangements, the king's eyes fell again on the map marked the Naples' positions.

"Do you want Florence as a beautiful bait, or do you want to be Joan of Arc in Rome?" The Dharma King thoughtfully tapped the map with his fingers and asked in a low voice.

It was also on July 8 that an army entered Borato, not far from Florence.

Busacco's 6th Romanesian Regiment arrived from Bologna!

It was also on the same day that the northern Romanesian legion commanded by Gompatti crossed Mount Chimone and quickly approached Florence.

With Florence as the center and Pisa and Montina as the secondary, the French army set up a formation with the Roman Thecia and Naples coalition in central Romagna!

The two sides invested a total force, 37,000 vs28,000!
Chapter completed!