Conquer the Dawn of Heaven

In the slightly dimly lit house, Mahimo turned page after page to look at the manuscripts spread on the table, because of the scattered chaos, some could be connected, but more only the writers could be seen from those words and words the meaning of.

"A pious soul can cleanse himself, but a depraved and defiled soul can pollute everything around him ..." Mahimo murmured a sentence on a manuscript. "Only keep asking yourself and you can hide in awe. Open arrogance and arrogance that are open because of arrogance. "

Mahimo put down the manuscript and picked up another piece of paper, but this time he saw something different unexpectedly.

"The Florentines expelled their tyrants and established Florence for everyone. This is a feat that has never been seen before. From that day no one needs to worry about being punished for disrespecting the lord. Every decent Florentine can stand up bravely and declare that he can contribute their wisdom to this city. This has never been seen before and is unimaginable. In order to protect this right, Florentines have an obligation Defend the city from encroachment by Medici, or any other enemies trying to change it. "

Mahimo looked at the manuscript. He thought these things might be useful, although he couldn't tell why, but he still carefully collected these documents.

Savonarola was obviously in a hurry when he was taken away, and those who took him were only interested in him. As for the things he wrote, it seemed to those people that as long as he mastered this person, it would be insignificant. .

Masimo walked to the bed. He knew long ago that Savonarola had a very simple life or even a poor life. But looking at the dry hardwood bed, he couldn't help but stretch his hand and press it.

Then his hand hit something hard under the pillow.

Lifting the pillow, he saw a book with a wooden cover. The book was small and the sheepskin covered in the corners had been torn. Obviously it had been some years.

Mahimo opened the book gently, to his surprise, it was not a manuscript, but a diary.

The handwriting in many of the above areas has been blurred, but the words and sentences can still be seen from the years, and even some of the words seem very childish, just like the slightly childish self-confession of the green youngsters in the early years. .

"It's a terrible thing. I think I was probably poisoned or cursed. Whenever I saw her, my heart jumped. My blood seemed to be heating up. I think I was sick. , Because I'm sweating all the time, and then I will stutter incoherently. "

Looking at this casually turning page, Mahimo was a little stunned. He really did not expect to see such content, which made him suddenly think that the monastery who was always pure in his impression but so far away suddenly changed. There must be some color.

Mahimo kept flipping through the diary. To his surprise, he saw Savonarola's teenagers, young people, and some private things that others probably would never know.

"I saw the man drinking non-stop, but his family was wailing and begging beside him. This man was completely degraded. He had no property but he refused to assume his responsibilities as husband and father. He gave all his savings to him. After getting rid of those prostitutes who are fragile and outrageous, and then get short pleasure from them, they are resentful of their embarrassment. "

"The scene I saw today shocked me. I saw a clergyman who had been deeply admired coming out of a notorious woman ’s house. The alcohol and the smell of the woman at that time could even stand so far. Smell, and what is annoying is that no one has come forward to express indignation at such a blatant blasphemy, which has to make people doubt that the entire church seems to have become smokeless, and such depravity has been here. Is trivial. "

Mahimo turned page after page, originally only curious, but slowly attracted by the contents of the diary.

There was a soft sound from outside the door, because too concentrated, Mahimo didn't even see someone coming in.

"We are going to meet the Florentines."

The bishop standing at the door said coldly that for the guy who won the pope's favor by relying on being a drummer, the bishop was not hostile even though he didn't like it.

There are many such people, but there are too few who can really stay. After all, not everyone can fly like a Monte Carlo cardinal, and even the bishop of Monteiro, it is too early. Has been replaced by a newcomer.

"This book is interesting," Mahimo said, putting the diary in his small bag. "Are we going to see the new governor?"

"Yes, we need to know the attitude of the Florentines to the Holy See today." The bishop inspected the room and frowned. "This room makes me uncomfortable. I think that Savonarola must leave something evil Here, maybe this house should be demolished altogether. "

"It's time to tear it down," Mahimo turned around and looked at the room. "Since the owner is no longer there, this house really doesn't make much sense to stay."

Mahimo came out and paused slightly when he closed the door.

Although the door was closed, Masimo felt as if he had signed Savonalola's death sentence.

The square in front of the Florence City Hall is full of people, very lively.

Countless people are busy running around, it seems that everyone is shouldering an incredible mission.

The look on people's faces is also very different, some people pretend to be joyful, and some people's faces are gloomy, but more people's faces are restless.

He has been arrested for 2 days from the time when those "irritated" broke into St. Mark's Abbey and forcibly removed Savonarola.

In these two days, the Florentines have spent this extraordinary excitement.

Some people saw the danger, while others saw the opportunity. As the party of Savonarola was cleared, many people began to miss the vacant positions in the city government.

The Sazi family has now become the most powerful group of people in the city. Several Sazi control important positions in Florence, from the commander of the city defense army to the financial officer. The consul is now Gulvio Sazi, the head of the Sazi family.

There seemed to be a stir in the square. Sazi easily saw the team passing through the square from the window on the second floor, causing countless eyes to watch the team.

"The Pope sent people here." Despite the news already received, he was vaguely uncomfortable to see those people.

Sazi couldn't help but admit that the confrontation between Savonarola and the Holy See made Florence indeed get rid of the control of the Holy See in the past few years. Fetters, but at least the Florentines today are somewhat resistant to the Holy See.

However, Sazi knew that this conflict would soon disappear. When they decided to overthrow Savonarola, it meant that he had to abandon his previous policy of opposing the Holy See, otherwise Alexander VI would not mind Foster the Medici family back to power.

For the possibility of bringing the Medicis back to restore power, neither Savonarola, Sazi or his companions are absolutely unacceptable.

Therefore, the only way is to have a good relationship with the Vatican.

Not to mention the Count of Montina, who is now stationed on King's Hill, Sazi felt that this was the only way out.

The messengers of the Holy See had disappeared in the dead corner downstairs, and Sazi calmed down his mind a little bit. He knew that it would not be easy for the Holy See to recognize the legitimacy of the new Florentine government. Unacceptable harsh conditions, but now he has no other way.

Alexander was sitting on a stone. At this time, the sunset that was going down the mountain had reflected the entire west. The fire-like clouds covered the city below the mountain through the magnificent light, which painted the whole Florence with an intoxicating color.

He remembered that Florence was once called Emerald because of the pronunciation. Although the name always reminded him of the emerald city of Oz, but now looking at this city bathed in golden sunset, Alexander still couldn't help it. Sigh softly.

There have been too many legends in this city. They ended the dark history and opened the light age. They left their own brand in their own way.

Leonardo da Vinci, Michelangelo, these people are the pride of Florence, but also belong to the giants of this era.

But for Alexandria, what really attracts him in this city is that Savonarola.

According to the agreement between Alexander VI and him, Alexander ’s army could not enter Florence, but this did not prevent him from deterring those Florentines.

And as far as he knows, this is precisely the intention of Alexander VI. In the negotiations between them, the Florence issue was one of the conditions for negotiation.

Aufrei walked to Alexander, and he brought Alexander a plate of lamb soup.

Alexander never deliberately showed his share of hardships and pains with the soldiers. Even when marching, he would not refuse if he could eat a smooth meal.

But he is not greedy for appetite, so when the conditions are not good, he will eat the same things as the soldiers.

The broth doesn't taste very good, mainly because in addition to salt, only a little dried **** powder and a little bit of sour millet juice are added, which makes the broth inevitably smell bad.

Alexander took the bread and took a bite. It was a bit hard but still edible.

The distance from Pisa to Florence allows both armies to reach their destination quickly after a short march, and Alexander believes that in this era, not many armies can compare their speed with themselves.

"Adult, what do you think they would do with that Savonarola?" Aufrei asked suddenly, and then seemed to notice Alexander's slightly unexpected look, and the commander of the army marched slightly. Vinarola, he said that the man was actually a good person, very religious and honest, at least better than many nobles in Florence. "

Alexander nodded as he listened, looking at the city below the mountain.

"You may be right, Savonarola is a good person, but because of this his sin might be heavier than others."

"I'm sorry, I don't quite understand," O'Leary was a little dazed. This young mason who was showing extraordinary talent in the military organization, but he couldn't understand the meaning in Alexander's words. "Isn't it because he is a good person, so should not Was that unfair trial? "

Seeing that the commander-in-chief rarely showed this look, Alexander couldn't help laughing.

"Aufrei, a good person may not be a good ruler. Sometimes a person who pursues moral perfection may even do more destructive things, because such people cannot tolerate imperfect things, let alone Tolerate imperfect ethics, "Alexander said seriously to O'Leary." The problem is that there are no truly perfect people in this world, including Savonarola himself. "

O'Leary was a little puzzled to listen to Alexander's words. He couldn't think of anything wrong with it, but he had the urge to deny it.

This surprised Aufrei because he wanted to admit what the Earl said, but he struggled in his heart. He found that he had never had the desire to argue with the Earl.

Seemingly feeling the contradiction in O'Leary, Alexander stood up from the stone.

"Trust me Aufrei, you will want to refute me because I said something that many people vehemently deny," Alexander patted his shoulder as he walked past the commander of the army. "Anyone who wants to pursue moral perfection Person, in fact, what he is pursuing in his heart is to be higher than others, and that is something that only God can reach. "

O'Leary shuddered slightly, and he looked at Alexander's back with some fear.

"And anyone who wants to act in the place of God will have no good results in the end." Alexander's voice came slowly, which made Affléy's heart frightened.

Mahimo sat at the end of the long table, opposite him was the new Florence Archon Sacchi. On the left of the long table were a group of Florence officials, and on the right were the envoys of the Vatican.

"The trial must be open," the bishop's voice was firm. Although he noticed that all Florentines, including Sazi, were ugly, he left no room at all. "This is the order of His Majesty the Pope, and the will of the Vatican."

"But Master Bishop, what kind of conviction are you going to convict that person?" Sazi asked with a somber look.

He understands the purpose of Alexander VI ’s insistence on public trials. For several years, Savonarola ’s verbal criticism of Alexander VI lost his face. In some places, when referring to Alexander VI ’s obsceneness and the Vatican ’s depraved atmosphere , People simply quote some sentences of Savonarola.

This made Alexander VI almost tolerable.

It is for this reason that he hopes to shame Savonalola through public trials, and he hopes that everyone will see how his enemies have lost their reputation and even become a criminal.

"Will he be less guilty?" The bishop glanced at the row of Florentine bureaucrats across the line ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ sarcasm in the corner of his mouth, "I think you can definitely find out the crimes he committed Cherish the reputation, is n’t that the best goal? "

"Master Bishop, you may have misunderstood," an equally gloomy official looked at the bishop. "I know you want to find out his crime from his personal morality and convict him, but I want to say if This is how you are doomed to fail. No one will believe that Savonarola will suffer any personal moral loss. Even the most demanding person cannot convict him on this. I can even say that Savon Narola is almost a saint in piety and morality. "

"Please pay attention to your words!" The bishop looked at the official coldly. "You are defending an enemy of the Vatican and the Pope. Ironically, this person was just overthrown by yourself."

The bishop's words clearly aroused the dissatisfaction of the Florentines. All the faces showed anger and embarrassment, and they all looked at the same ugly Sazi.

Sazi looked to the bishop and met his sharp and provocative eyes.

"We must first let him plead guilty, no matter what means." Sazi finally spoke.

His words made the Florentines breathe in secret, they knew what it meant.

Many people looked at Sazi with surprise, and some people were already thinking that he had secretly reached an agreement with the Pope's messengers in this matter.

"But what about convicting him?" A Florentine hesitated and asked, "We all know what kind of person he is."

"I'm sorry," Mahimo, who had been silent, said suddenly, seeing everyone's eyes cast on him, Mahimo touched the thick diary. "If allowed, I want to see that Sa first Vinarola. "