Conquer the Dawn of Heaven

Machiavelli was anxiously riding on the horse, and the two entourages beside him were whispering, but he could no longer care about them.

Machiavelli felt that he might really be out of luck, and he might even soon be in trouble.

He has always had a very good diplomatic ability, so he can get a good job in the Florence city government, but this is obviously not enough for the somewhat ambitious Machiavelli.

Because of this, when coincidentally recognized by Savonarola, he immediately showed great loyalty to the consul.

It is precisely because of this loyalty that he was able to leave Pizza again.

From Savonarola's point of view, he regarded this mission as a rare opportunity, and he did not think that he would always be a diplomat. He hoped to observe some of his Something useful to Florence, maybe that will help him get a higher position in the government in the future.

But he never thought that Savonarola, who he regarded as a noble, was actually overthrown!

As a well-known follower of Savonarola, Machiavelli knew exactly what kind of treatment he would receive, because before the means of the public guards against their enemies, he was still vivid.

Machiavelli had thought about staying in Pisa, or even surrendering to Earl Montina. He believed that he was still useful to Earl, especially when he thought he had realized the huge ambitions he possessed, he felt completely There can be some good errands here.

What he did not expect was that Alexander did not respond to his various performances.

Neither his impassioned request to hire soldiers to rescue the old Lord's righteousness, nor the subsequent hesitation about returning to Florence, appeared to be able to impress the count.

Although Alexander ordered Machiavelli to start with his army, he never revealed whether he would be kept, which made Machiavelli closer to Florence, and the more anxious he was.

Machiavelli did not guess wrong, and Alexander had no interest in his affairs.

Regarding Machiavelli, Alexander did not have much thought except for the slight sigh of emotion when he met him and his reputation in later generations.

At this time, Machiavelli neither wrote the famous "On Liwei" nor created the "Monarchy" that made him a reputation for later generations. Today, he is just a little learned and ambitious little Florentine bureaucrat. That's it.

Even if he wrote those books, Alexander would not think he would use this person.

In Alexander's view, Machiavelli was a person with more theory than practice. This was evident from his ambitious mandate to form the Florentine Civil Army afterwards, but he was vulnerable to the restoration of the army of the Medici family.

And even for those works, Alexander doesn't think there is any real role in reality.

The distance from Pisa to Florence was not far away. When Alexander ’s army was approaching King Lorenzo ’s far suburbs, he encountered a small team who also rushed to Florence.

It was the Vatican Order led by an archbishop, and Mahimo seemed to be in the ranks.

The Orthodox Church clearly had Alexander ’s army arrived earlier. They had been waiting on King ’s Hill for most of the day. This convinced Alexandria that the Pope should send Nomelo ’s ordinance to him only after sending the church.

Alexander noticed that the archbishop was a close associate of Alexander VI, which made him understand the Pope's intentions.

Obviously, after hearing the riots in Florence, Alexander VI did not send Caesar or others to lead the army, but sent a congregation, which is enough to illustrate the Pope's attitude towards the riots in Florence.

As for Alexander VI ordering him to enter Florence, this is because the Pope knew very well that Alexander at this time would not have any ambitions for Florence.

After all, the declaration of succession that left Lucrezia in Pisa for labor and signed the persecution of Tomnio has made the purpose of Alexander publicly exposed to everyone. If he shows his ambitions again at this time, I believe it will There are many people who would like to see him suffer a serious setback.

Today, Florence has become a hot trouble, which is why Alexander VI would rather give up such a good opportunity, and only sent a church instead of an army.

Alexander sat and immediately looked at the city surrounded by mountains in the distance below the mountain.

Florence, the most dazzling city in an era where darkness and light alternate, even if everything that happened in this city becomes an impact on the future destiny of the entire world.

But now Alexander does not want to enter the city.

Next to him, Mahimo licked his lips, which was different from Alexander's emotions. Mahimo's face showed a bit of disgust. He didn't seem to like or even hate Florence.

"I heard that you have been here for a while before?"

Hearing Alexander ’s inquiry, Mahimo immediately nodded: "Sir, I told you before, I have stayed in the noblest court, such as the Vigeland Palace in Sforza, Milan, I once listened to the prayers and confessions of those ladies, and ... "

"I think you must listen to their confession in the bedroom and bed," Alexander squinted at Mahimo. "I heard you caught a Duchess and a Countess in Rome, and then the husband of the family took you Three people were stuck in a room. "

"It's absolutely slandering," Masimo said rightly. "I didn't expect Busaco to have this kind of tongue-cracking problem, but I assure you that he must have misunderstood something."

"Mahimimo, tell me what would you do if you were the dean of St. Mark's Abbey?"

Alexander suddenly interrupted Mahimo's words and asked him.

Although he had vaguely guessed this possibility when he came, when he really heard someone say this, Mahimo froze for a while, then twisted his neck a little stiffly and looked at the mountain under the cross A city on both sides of the Arno River.

The beautiful buildings in that city can't be seen here yet, but that doesn't prevent Mahimo from flashing through those places that make him think of it.

"No, no, I can't do that, sir," Mahimo finally shook his head uncomfortably. "I know what I am, and I have been in that monastery. I assure you that I never want to go back."

Alexander ignored the complaint of Mahimo, he looked at the city in the distance, raised his whip and made a strange circle in the air.

"Don't write the attribution Mahimo too early, maybe you will find that you will like the job of the monastery soon after you get there." As Alexander's tone changed, his tone seemed more serious. "The pope asked me to help you , And I am willing to spend money for you, but I hope you can prove that you are more valuable than the Pope said. "

Alexander raised his head gently and looked at the blue sky.

"Remember what you were like when we first met in Naples," Alexander smiled. "At that time, no one of us thought that we would talk about this in Florence now. Don't let me down, Mahimo, don't let me down. "

Mahimo looked at Alexander a bit stunned. He knew that Alexander mentioned his first encounter in Naples to remind him of the promises he had made to him.

At that time, Alexander had hinted that as long as he followed him, he could have an extraordinary future.

Now it seems that his promise has been fulfilled, Mahimo has a new identity and an enviable status, and even he is quite valued by the pope.

But now outside the city of Florence, in Alexandria has become hot in Rome, in Tuscany and Romagna, and he also became the leader of the individual church, once again hinting at the original commitment, which means What is it?

Mahimo's eyes became hot, looking at the city below, the monk murmured to himself: "I hate this city, I hate Florence."

Machiavelli wrapped the crimson turban tightly, although it was not too hot this month, but the nervousness made him keep sweating on his forehead.

From afar, he saw a team of soldiers guarding the city gate. The cold flashes of the weapons in the soldiers' hands intensified his heartbeat. If it was not because the distance was too close, he might have doubts. Turn around and run away.

Machiavelli was very familiar with the man of Sazi. He knew what the family had done when they opposed the Medici family, and how the people of the Medici family retaliated against the Sazi family and their accomplices.

In the same way, he also knew how the original opponents who took the opportunity to return to Florence after the overturning of the Medici family treated the supporters of the Medici family before they could escape.

Just because he was too familiar with these, Machiavelli was worried about his situation.

He knew that Sazi could not spare Savonarola's supporters, and as a fellow of Savonarola, he must be in a bad situation once discovered.

Machiavelli followed the people in front nervously to the checkpoint. When he walked into the gate through the inspection, his legs were already stiff and straight with tension.

But when he walked up to Koroche Street and saw the stone dome of the magnificent cathedral from afar, Machiavelli suddenly exhaled.

"Florence," he whispered softly first, and then pulled the turban on his head hard. "Go to the baptistery, there seems to be a place to live first."

Machiavelli told the attendants around him that Machiavelli had carefully considered his situation since he realized that Alexandria did not seem interested in him.

He knew that he was definitely not willing to flee or be incognito, and his enthusiasm for power made him ready to take risks again.

He intends to return to Florence again, if he has the opportunity to find a way to see Sazi.

And the scene along the way, Machiavelli is more certain of his decision,

The cleansing of Savonarola ’s party has apparently plunged the city into turmoil. He has seen more than one person escorted and walked across the street, and several of them even called his name.

Those people are followers of Savonarola.

Machiavelli is also a follower of Savonarola, but this does not affect his change of court.

A large number of government officials were arrested and left a mess that needed someone to clean up.

Machiavelli believes that as long as he is loyal enough, Sazi should not refuse him.

After all, Sazi is not the kind of Savonarola who thinks that everything is perfect as long as he is pure in spirit. He is a noble and a politician. He knows what this city and the people in the city need, but before that, at least Someone can help him.

Two others were shoved and walked across the narrow street. Machiavelli had already bowed his head cautiously. He had noticed that the man in front of him seemed to be a fanatical supporter of Savonarola. , That person is also one of the organizers of the Guardians of the People.

Almost passing by, those people didn't notice Machiavelli, and looking at their distant backs, Machiavelli hurried into the big yard with his entourage.

"It should be this."

Machiavelli recalled it, then walked to the door of a house and knocked hard.

"Who is outside?"

A young, slightly nervous voice sounded.

"I want to stay here," Machiavelli said to the door, and then he added "It was James Columbus who asked me to come."

The room was silent, and time slowly passed. Just when Machiavelli thought that the other party was not going to open the door, the door “squeaked” softly and opened a crack.

A young man looked at Machiavelli outside the door with vigilance, while his eyes quickly looked around.

"You said you were asked by James?"

"Yes," Machiavelli responded first, and then he was afraid that the other party would continue to ask and he could not answer at all. He could only continue to say, "In fact, I was introduced by a common friend of mine and he said you are a master James ’assistant in Florence was a good boy, and you will certainly help me."

Ronzo Sabbatini watched Machiavelli again, before opening the door completely.

"Are you Florentine?" Sabbatini stared at Machiavelli. "I can see that your tone and expression show that you are a Florentine, and only Florentine people are so self-righteous."

"Now this self-righteous Florentine needs your help, young man." Machiavelli walked to a chair and sat down.

"Are you in trouble," Sabbatini looked at the two attendants outside the door. "If you want to hide with me for a while, I'm just a student who doesn't want to cause trouble."

"I'm just staying here, I will pay the rent." Machiavelli looked out of the window.

He didn't dare to go home, but he wanted to hide from those who were searching for Savonarola's party.

He knew that if he was caught by those people before seeing Sazi, then the lightest thing waiting for him was the prison disaster and the flesh and blood suffering, if he was unlucky, he might be executed.

Sabbatini seemed to hesitate, and after a while he nodded reluctantly.

"Well, you can live here, but your followers will find another house. I can't live here." Sabbatini pointed out. "Just look for a house here. Someone has been taken away in these 2 days. And they certainly can't come back. "

Machiavelli heard a faint **** smell from Sabatini's words.

"I just came from Pisa, consul ... I mean Savonarola, do you know how he is now?"

"I heard that it was imprisoned by the municipal government." Sabbatini shook his head. "I don't know what happened. I only know that someone rushed into St. Mark's Monastery 2 days ago, and then many people were arrested, except Some officials also have civilians, but the most arrested are the guards of the people. "

"This is really a disaster," Machiavelli groaned out of the window, and then he turned back and smiled slightly at Sabbatini. "But don't worry about the young people. I heard that the pope has sent a messenger, they will let this The city will restore order as soon as possible. "Machiavelli murmured in a voice that he could only hear." As long as I don't get caught by those people until then. "

When Mahimo walked into the city gate on horseback, he stopped a little strangely in the doorway.

His action of course blocked people who were going in and out.

Many people could not help but cast an angry look on him, but no one dared to yell at him.

Mahimo looked up at the gate gate above him, then lowered his head to look at the stone road under his feet, and then urged the horse to leave the gate this time.

"What is this monk doing, idiot?"

A goalkeeper mercenary scolded dissatisfiedly and was immediately whispered by his companion.

"You are crazy, he is the messenger sent by the pope, don't you die?"

"Oh, can the Pope finally take care of Florence now," the mercenary asked slightly mockingly. "His orders were worthless in this city."

"It's none of our business," the companion warned. "But I think 'this person' might be unlucky this time."

Hearing this mercenary, whether it was a former mercenary or a passerby who just happened to hear, although they all knew that 'that person' is now being held in the city government, he still turned his head towards St. Mark's Abbey involuntarily Looking in the direction.

The Convent of St. Mark is located in the city center just north of Florence. Coincidentally, if you stand on the not high wall of the monastery, you can see the famous University of Florence.

Moving forward at the University of Florence is the famous Medici Palace.

Masimo slowly walked through the Medici Palace, which had been closed for many years, and then through the square courtyard of the University of Florence with the gate closed, and finally came to the entrance of the St. Mark Monastery with two guards at the door.

The monastery is very quiet. Except for some corners, you can see blood stains that haven't had time to clean up. No one would think that there was a terrible riot here not long ago.

The door of the small house in Savonarola was concealed, and it looked very messy. There were manuscripts scattered all over the floor. When Mahimo pushed open the half-covered door, he kicked something under his foot.

He lowered his head ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ saw a wooden plate, and a few pieces of dirty lettuce pieces that had been stolen and trampled, besides these, a few pieces of brown bread were thrown on the ground.

This was breakfast before it was too late, and Mahimo saw a jar on the table.

He walked over and smelled it, it was clear water.

A black monastic robe was thrown casually on the ground, indicating that the owner of the house was taken away without even putting on his coat.

Several manuscripts covered with footprints attracted Mahimo's attention. He picked up the manuscripts and looked at the light which was not bright.

He saw that it was written in rather scribbled words: "The greedy rich people use all means to squeeze the blood and sweat of the poor, and then use a few copper plates to do good deeds in exchange for peace of conscience. This is a viciousness that God will never allow. "Poverty is God's arrangement for people's destiny, but it is by no means a reason for the rich to be prosperous."

Looking at the handwriting on the manuscript, Mahimo was slightly fascinated. After a while he collected the manuscript, then he lifted the chair down on the ground and sat down, looking at the scattered table in front of him, Mahmo whispered softly: " Master, what do you want me to do here ... "