A team of cavalrymen who were ready to go stood under the shade of the trees and chatted boredly. The sun in the sky was so hot that they could sweat even in the shade.

This made the soldiers admire the people standing in the hot sun from the bottom of their hearts.

The cardinals led by Old Rovery stood by the roadside and looked at Alexander VI in front of them.

The pope was wearing a white travel monk's robe. This was designed specifically for monks who went to the holy land to practice as a sacred place when the pilgrimage was popular. This robe was strong and warm. If you put on a hood, you could even use it as a sleeping bag in the wild.

Alexander VI was wearing such a robe before a group of great men wearing bishops or priests' robes, looking more like an exiled loser.

Although the time was short, he seemed to be much older than before. The figure of the hunched back was in sharp contrast to the old Luoweire, who seemed quite energetic opposite, so even if Lao Luoweire bent down and kissed the back of his hand, it still made people clearly feel the obvious difference between the two of them, one was sad and the other was full of complacent.

According to the results of negotiations with the Cardinals, Alexander VI will leave Rome under the name of "visiting the dioceses and spreading the gospel of Christ". Everyone knows that his departure is likely to be a farewell. For an old man who is already 70 years old, such a journey has destined to be difficult for him to return to the capital he once ruled for nearly 10 years.

Caesar's coffin was buried, unlike his historical burial in Viana's church. This time, under the auspices of Alexander VI, Caesar was buried under the altar of the Noria Prayer Hall in the Vatican.

On his tombstone is engraved with the famous proverb: "If you don't do Caesar, you're nothing."

Caesar's funeral was not grand, and it could even be said to be a bit shabby, and no one came to attend the funeral.

Except for the Pope himself, his family did not appear. Lucrezia is now in Pisa, and Jeffrey, his youngest brother, has never appeared since he escaped from Elba and returned to Rome.

No one knew how Alexander VI got through the night of the burial, and then, early the next morning, Alexander VI put on a full set of ceremonies and presided over his last public mass in Rome in the cathedral.

The next day, the Vatican news came out that the Pope was going to "survey all Christian districts."

When everyone heard this news, they knew that although the Pope was still alive, as the Pope left the Holy See, the Vatican and Rome, the hanging Pope throne was already showing a dazzling light that attracted many people who were qualified to covet this throne. Among them, Rovery Lao was the most popular and powerful.

Now that the Pope is about to travel far, all the cardinals come to see him off, but everyone knows that this is probably the last time I have seen the Pope who once almost made them crazy.

So when he kissed Alexander VI's thin hand according to etiquette, Old Rovery immediately straightened his back. His already tall figure now allows him to look down at the opponent in front of him who had fought with him for many years with a condescending look. However, Old Rovery is now looking at this enemy who is destined to withdraw from the competition with the winner's eyes.

"Your Majesty, Rome is playing a good show, but unfortunately you are in a hurry to leave," Old Rovery no longer has to be wronged at this time. He said to Alexander VI in a slightly proud tone, "It's a bit regretful."

"Cardinal, and you are just the opposite. The drama has ended, but you are always reluctant to leave the show." Alexander VI was not angry at the sarcasm of Old Rover. He shook his head and looked at Old Rover with some amusement, as if he was ridiculing himself and as if he was amusing Lao Rover's ignorance of the current affairs. "But this has nothing to do with me. I want to go back to my hometown Valencia to see it. After all, I have been away for too long."

Old Luo Weire smiled and nodded in understanding, and then looked at the cardinals one by one to kiss the back of the pope's hands, offering him blessings for the last time.

Mahimo stood behind the cardinal. When it was his turn, he had just stepped forward to grab the Pope's hand, but was stopped by Alexander VI.

In full view of everyone, Alexander VI stretched out his hands to hold Machimo's face, kissed him on the forehead, and whispered in pure Latin: "I say that the one who bears the inheritance, although the master of the entire inheritance, is no different from the slave when he is a child. He comes under the master and the housekeeper until his father's time to make a reservation."

Although Alexander VI's voice was low, it seemed quite powerful. Anyone who heard this sentence could not help but look different, some were surprised, some were confused, some were amused after accidents, and some were only angry.

No one here doesn't know the source of Alexander VI's words, but it is precisely because they are too clear that people look so different.

This passage comes from the New Testament Galatians.

This passage may be very strange to most believers. After all, the length of Galatians in all passages is not only very short, but also for various reasons, Galatians and Corinthians are quite controversial because they are mixed with too many personal doctrines, so many pastors will involuntarily avoid this passage when preaching.

But even such a passage cannot be ignored because it has some special meanings.

Saint Paul, who heard that people in Galatians were tempted and bewitched by false teachers from the Jewish Law School, wanted to deviate from the right path, so he wrote to the people there, admonishing them not to turn against the truth because of false teachings. This passage later became a doctrine that the church often quoted when identifying the true guides in the future.

Now, Alexander VI publicly used this passage to Mahimo in front of so many people, which naturally caused a stir in the hearts of cardinals who were extremely familiar with the doctrine and more sophisticated.

Old Luo Weire's eyes were set on Maximo's back, and the youngest among all cardinals suddenly formed a new impression in his heart.

Maximo looked at the Pope in shock. He noticed that Alexander VI showed a naughty child-like look at him, which fell into his eyes, but made Maximo feel uneasy.

"It's time to go, it's time to go," Alexander VI waved to the priests and auxiliary bishops who were not qualified to bid him alone, and then staggered into the carriage with the help of the servants next to him.

The carriage slowly moved, the Pope leaned out slightly and waved his hand out, then disappeared behind the car window.

Old Luo Weire stood there motionlessly watching the carriage slowly leaving under the protection of the guards, and then he turned around and smiled at the cardinals who also looked at the backs of the team.

"A new era in Rome is coming, right?"

"Of course, a noble cardinal." A cardinal spoke first without any chance. "Maybe all we have to wait for next is news. At that time, I will definitely do my part to you in the smoke pillar of the orphan house."

The orphan house is a room used to elect the pope. The cardinals locked inside will tell the world whether a new pope has been born.

Although some of the other cardinals were quite disdainful of such a naked refuge, no one showed condemnation to the cardinal. On the contrary, some even smiled knowingly.

As Lao Luoweire said, a new era has arrived, so who else will care about the old era that has passed or the person who represents that era?

Old Rover's eyes fell on Mahimo's face. He had thought before that this young cardinal might one day become the pope, but he did not believe that this person would become his threat. Even though Alexander VI quoted a passage that would cause great controversy in public, he was only a little moved in the initial accident, and then immediately thought that this should be a trick that Alexander VI was instigating.

"Cardin, can I invite you to dinner if possible?" Old Rovere said casually at Mahimo. Seeing the group of people next to him, he leaned forward and said in Mahimo's ears, "At this time, even if we just say something casually today, it's really hot. I guess many people will wonder if we are plotting some conspiracy."

"Then I looked incredible again," a look of surprise flashed across Maximo's cooperative face. Listening to the unconcealed breathing sounds around him, he whispered, "I am willing to accept your invitation, even if it's for the pleasure of adding more rumors in the city of Rome tomorrow."

Old Rovery smiled and reached out and patted Machimo's arm to express his gratitude. Then he turned around and waved his hand to Constantine who was waiting in the distance, signaling him to let his carriage come.

Maximo said goodbye to the others with a smile, then turned over to the mount that the servant pulled over, but when he turned around, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

The verse quoted by Alexander VI was really scared by Mahimo. Although he didn't know what Roverey was thinking, he knew that from now on many people would be eyeing him.

"There are not many days of free time." Ma Ximo muttered helplessly.

The wheels rolled, and the procession followed the avenue toward the port of Fiumicino on the sea, from which to board the boat, you can enter the Tirenian Sea, then enter the Mediterranean Sea, and head to any part of this known world.

The heat from outside made Alexander VI feel a little stuffy. He fanned the air with his sleeves, then looked at Nomero, who had been sitting opposite him without saying a word, and then smiled.

As the pope's private secretary, Nomero did not leave with Alexander VI this time, and he stayed in Rome and served as a civil guard.

"I know you always wanted this position," the pope looked at the secretary who had been following him for many years, and could be said to be trusted by his children in many times. "I still remember the way you first came to me, and you were only 14 years old that year."

"His Majesty……"

Nomero was going to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Alexander stopped him. The pope leaned on a cane with jewelry inlaid with his hands, staring at Nomero with bright eyes: "Tell me, you are not involved in betraying Caesar, right? I don't want to hear that, I don't want to know that you betrayed your family."

"I didn't, at least I didn't betray him directly," Nomero shook his head first, and then said helplessly, "But you know I do need that position. I've been by your side for almost 30 years."

"I know," Alexander VI leaned his head against the board of the carriage and let the carriage shake his body. "I know that each of you desires what you want from me, and will betray me when you can't. I won't care about you betraying me personally, but I can't tolerate someone hurting your own relatives, so that Alexander..."

The Pope's face, which had already calmed down, instantly became ferocious.

"The Queen of Naples who fought Caesar," Nomero whispered, "and he is the father of your granddaughter."

The Pope gasped hard, and after a while, he calmed down again. He stared at Nomero with his expressionless eyes for a while, and then slowly said: "Tell me that there are still people involved in your plan. I know that if it is you, you don't have the courage. Just like my own son, I know you, Nomero, tell me."

Nomero paused, looked at the scenery outside where the fishy and salty sea flavor could be vaguely smelled, and opened his mouth slightly.

But before he could speak, a slap sounded at the roof of the carriage, and then the voice of Peloto Caderon, who was sitting outside the carriage, came: "Your Majesty, Lord Scoop is on the roadside."

Alexander VI's slightly drooping eyelids suddenly raised, and his eyes stared at Nomero's face.

Seeing Nomero seemingly relieved to hear Scope's name, the Pope's throat made a muffled "gurgle".

The team stopped, but the Pope did not move. He stared at the carriage wall opposite with his cane. When Scoop appeared next to the car door and gently opened the door and bowed, the Pope's head did not even tilt.

A wave of embarrassing silence crossed in front of everyone. Seeing this scene, Caderon had to wave his hand to let the team stay away from the carriage first. Then he licked his lips by himself. After he hesitating for a while, he finally hid in the shade of the trees on the far side of the road.

The sun above his head shone straight down, and Scope's forehead began to sweat constantly. The back of his robe was wet, and the sweat even flowed down his drooping arms to his fingertips, and then dripped to the ground.

Finally, Alexander VI spoke: "Tell me, what benefits did you get in this matter?"

Scoop was silent for a moment, and then said in a slightly husky tone: "Duke of Palma."

“Ha~”

The pope made a sneer, not sure whether it was a ridicule or an unexpected sneer. He slowly turned his head to look at Scope standing in front of the car door: "The Farne family will become the Duke of Parma. I have promised Julia this, but you want to get this title in this way. Tell me what you are thinking?"

Scope slowly raised his head, facing Alexander VI's hatred look that seemed to be eating him, and said calmly: "Yes, your majesty, you promised it, but as you said it was the Farne family, and I said that the descendants of the Scope family would become the Duke of Parma."

Alexander VI looked at Scope in shock. After a while, his waist, which had tried to straighten as far as possible, slowly collapsed, and a hint of fatigue appeared in his eyes. Then he stretched out a hand and moved. Seeing Scope sit side by side with Nomero, the pope looked at the two people with a complicated expression.

"Can you tell me when this started?"

Although the Pope did not explain it clearly, the two people on the other side obviously knew what he was asking, but they obviously did not want to answer, but responded to the Pope with silence.

"Yes, it doesn't make any sense," Alexander VI said self-deprecatingly, then glanced at the two people opposite him. "But I want to know one more thing, what's going on with that Ladia gold?"

Seeing the two people on the other side seemingly confused, Alexander VI laughed softly: "It seems you don't know either, but I probably guessed some possibilities at these times." As the pope touched the robe and took out a Ladia gold coin and gently stroked it in his palm. "The Fuguer family should be the key to all this, but no one expected that Alexander would convince them to cooperate with him after he hit the family like this."

"Your Majesty, do you say that all this is done by the Duke of Romanthesia?" Nomero asked in disbelief. Although he vaguely guessed that there seemed to be Alexander's shadow in the depreciation of Ladia's gold coins, he could never believe that Alexander had such great courage and courage. "But doing this will hurt him, and even for this, he might make him lose all his money."

"All the money, then how much do you think he has?" The Pope asked in a tone of pride. "He was willing to pay 1.3 million florin just to buy the chair in the Vatican, but I believe it is not that difficult for him. And do you think he suffered a great loss because of the depreciation of Ladia this time? I can assure you that he may make more money in this matter than you think. No, it is not as much as you dare not think about it. You must know that he is the father of my granddaughter. For Estrece, he will leave his daughter with a rich dowry, and perhaps a powerful kingdom."

Alexander VI said, looking at the two people in front of him with contempt.

"You get what you want, and Alexander Juliant Combray got what he wanted, but you are different. You get a title or territory, and he gets a kingdom," the pope poked the board under his feet with a cane in his hand. "You will see that he ruled all the lands south of Lombardy, your Parma will become a buffer between him and Lombardy, and your Roman city will shivered in the surround of his kingdom, and as for Lombardy, he will leave it to others, and make it a terrible bait to suck so that the blood of those who tried to swallow this fat piece of flesh, and my granddaughter's father, he will be the last beneficiary of all this."

Listening to the Pope's words, the two people in the carriage looked at Alexander VI in amazement. Listening to the Pope's analysis of the current situation, and thinking about their own situation, they had to admit that the old man in front of them had far surpassed them.

At this moment, they actually had the illusion that the Pope, who was forced to exile in front of them, was the supreme who was standing in front of the altar of the cathedral and was worshipped by countless believers.

But then, Alexander VI bent slightly.

His eyes flashed with fatigue, and his hands, who were leaning on crutches, seemed to tremble slightly weakly.

"I only figured out all this in front of Caesar's coffin, and it was only then that I knew how big a mistake I had made."

"Did you say you despise the ambitions of the Duke of Romanthesia before?" Nomero asked carefully.

"No, I mean I realized that I shouldn't have let Caesar be the enemy of Alexander at that time," the pope looked up at Nomero. "You are a smart child and you have always known who to choose to rely on. It was actually right that you chose Giovanni, because he is more suitable to be a monarch than Caesar, and he has a good relationship with Alexander. Maybe the Bogia family is completely different now. Then you chose Alexander, and now it is not wrong, but you have never chosen Caesar from the beginning to the end. In fact, from that time on, I should have known that Caesar is not suitable for this mission. Unfortunately, I discovered it too late, too late..."

Listening to the pope gradually lowering his mind, and his deep self-blame and grievance, the two people on the other side looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Until a while, Alexander VI looked up at them again.

"I'm going back to Valencia, this is probably the last time we meet."

"Your Majesty, aren't you going to Pisa? Or..."

Seeing Nomero's expression but stopping, Alexander VI smiled slightly sarcastically: "You want to ask, am I going to France?"

Nomero had a hint of embarrassment on his face. He knew that this question might be suspected by the pope to find out about Alexander's whereabouts, but he really wanted to know where Alexander VI was going next.

"I will not go to France," Alexander VI's face showed a proud look again. "I will not let myself become the prisoner of Avignon in this era. You must know that the people of the Bogia family will not bow to anyone to beg for begging."

After saying that, Alexander VI waved his hands to both of them.

"Okay, you can leave." The pope said in a low voice, his eyes fell on a corner of the carriage wall again, and for a moment he seemed to have fallen into some contemplation.

The two men got out of the carriage almost as if they were running away. Looking at Caderon who was walking towards them, Nomero waved his hand and ignored him, and walked aside with Scope.

The team set off again. Looking at the team gradually heading towards the dock, Nomero turned his head and looked at Scoop.

"Did we do it right?"

"I don't know," Scope said in a silence, then slapped the sword on his waist hard, "But we have no way out, aren't we?"
Chapter completed!