Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

Machiavelli was carried to a bath.

To be precise, I took a shower.

He had traveled a long distance this way, and because his family didn't have much money, he couldn't afford to stay in a hotel, let alone take a bath and change clothes.

When De Qiao brought him over, he deliberately kept a distance, and some of the passing maids and attendants covered their noses.

The lord endured the smell of canned herring on his body for the whole conversation, and after confirming that this is a good seed that can be inspected and hired, he directly threw the big boy to the servants.

"Wash him up and let him out."

So the servants took six buckets of hot water to wipe the guy clean.

After washing the first two buckets of water, it was like muddy water when it was dumped.

The more they washed, the more the servants found that this guy probably had to rub his hair vigorously with his hands, and even his neck and back needed to be scratched to get rid of the foam and dirt together.

After the six buckets of water were washed, clean new clothes and shoes were brought in, he was cleaned up thoroughly, and then led to the lord.

Heidi had already gone back to her office to read, and she only raised her head when she heard the sound.

...that's a bit of an aristocratic look.

In any case, the father of modern political science was born in a family of officials. This ancient surname is not only considered to be the descendant of old Marx, but also gave birth to [-] Florentine judges. In terms of origin history, it is true. Longer than the Medici family, it's just that the family has become dilapidated in recent decades.

When the boy came over, his whole body was tattered like a scavenger, only his eyes were black and bright.

When he came out after cutting his short hair and changing his clothes, it was as if he had suddenly changed into a nobleman.

This black-haired and black-eyed young man was originally fair-skinned and tall, and his manners were well-educated. Now he is wearing a long silver taffeta coat with breeches. The lines of his calves and waist are like God's. handwriting.

Heidi glanced at him up and down, vaguely unable to remember his dirty and smelly appearance before, and nodded in satisfaction to the guard behind him.

"Heidi—are you looking for me?" Leonardo came striding forward, paused when he saw the boy, and asked suddenly: "Machiavelli?"

The latter turned around abruptly, took a step back subconsciously, and even raised his voice: "Are you—Mr. Da Vinci?!"

Da Vinci blinked: "I still remember the speech you gave on the street five years ago, it was really impressive."

"It's Mr. Da Vinci!" Machiavelli seemed to have suddenly turned into a little boy again, and even looked at Heidi to verify the authenticity: "He is actually here—he was the one who saved us in the Battle of Florence. the whole city!"

In fact, after two wars against the south in Florence, Leonardo has become a well-known existence in the city. Even children can't help but rush to hug him when they see him, and women Will hold the baby and ask for his blessing and touch.

Heidi is clearly used to this kind of fan-meeting scene.

When Michelangelo saw him, he almost jumped up and threw himself on him. Even the little pride he had when facing her before seemed fake.

And this March, he was so serious and serious orator in front of him, and he couldn't help grinning when he saw him.

The boys really have a strong heroism complex...

"Actually," she coughed softly, "I introduced him to you so that you can become a teacher-student relationship."

"Teacher! Student!"

The boy is still young enough to learn more.

Both Raphael and Michelangelo worked hard to grow up in the Plato Academy in Florence. Although the educational environment here is not very good, Da Vinci can also be a very good teacher.

"Makia—"

"My lord, you and Mr. Da Vinci can call me Niccolo's!" The boy showed a big smile: "You don't have to be so polite!"

"Mr. Nicholas is my newly hired consultant," Heidi said kindly, "Leo, can you teach him some Latin and Greek when you have time?"

"Of course." Leonardo patted his little head friendly: "I also brought a lot of books, and I can lend them to him."

He has always been tolerant and friendly to others, and he will not be too defensive even when meeting for the first time.

Kid Niccolo tried not to show an excited and excited expression, and bowed deeply: "Thank you!"

It was so happily booked.

Just when his subordinates were helping to settle Niccolo, the guests from the northwest finally arrived in a hurry.

—The French ambassador hurried over to negotiate peace for the Republic of Genoa.

This time is really a coincidence, the boy only finished his prophecy in the morning, and it was fulfilled in the afternoon.

Heidi ordered her subordinates to arrange the time for the ambassador first, and rang the bell to signal the secretary, Dejo, to bring Mr. Prophet back.

She had indeed had a vague premonition of this matter.

The French don't actually do this kind of thing easily, but their existence is too special now.

From the Principality of Lucca to La Spezia, and then to defend against Genoa's multiple attacks, their efficiency and lethality are something those people have never seen before.

Although the flintlock has been continuously improved since its birth under his own suggestion, it was not until the last year that its lethality was developed to an extremely terrifying level.

It may take ten days or even several months for other city-states to attack the city, but the army led by this woman has been vigorous and vigorous along the way, and it is about to expand all the way to the west.

The cities west of Genoa are all rich in products and have many ports. More importantly, they are natural passages between France and the Holy Roman Empire.

As long as this balance is disrupted, she can completely blast away the walls of Bourbon City with the weird thing that is rumored to be the devil's cannon.

Heidi had no intention of signing the so-called peace treaty at all.

There are still ten days before the army will set off again, and will bring more supplies to attack the city.

But diplomacy is really an art.

It was her first time as a lord, and although she had many ambitions and aspirations before, she had never tried so earnestly.

And the officers who were transferred from the mercenary chiefs also knew nothing about politics.

At this time, the existence of a consultant is quite necessary.

——How to answer and respond is the choice that maximizes the benefits?

When Niccolo came over, he was wearing some iris-scented perfume.

"My lord," he saluted, "What orders do you have?"

Heidi signaled Dejo to spread out the map and communicated with him about the situation.

"The French are here?" The boy raised his eyebrows and laughed loudly, "I'm afraid they brought a lot of presents?"

"It is said that he is interceding on behalf of the Republic of Genoa," Heidi said slowly, "but we all know what he wants to talk about."

What they want to protect is not the life and death of that small country at all, but to prevent them from crossing the border to retaliate.

Niccolo sat across from her with his chin resting, staring down at the broken and complicated map of the peninsula, before he spoke after a while: "We need a reason that is comprehensive enough."

Heidi showed a satisfied smile.

Waging war often requires a reason.

War itself is actually full of crime and bloodshed. Strictly speaking, there is no absolute justice.

But a strong enough reason will lure more people to become soldiers and fight for them, in order to obtain considerable honor and spoils.

If this reason can be comprehensive and sufficient, it will not only help her gain the advantage of public opinion in the war, but also have enough confidence when she intervenes in politics in the future.

"You must have thought about the things behind." Niccolo looked straight into her eyes and lowered his voice: "You want more than just this bay, and Mr. Da Vinci, as well as many people in this city, It can help you own an entire empire."

The core reason is to defend the legitimacy of her throne, and even trigger the surrender of countless city residents.

"Then we can only look for clues from the core content." Heidi pondered: "So...we should choose religion, right?"

The teenager smiled, and his voice was clear and powerful: "You are really smart."

-2-

Hundreds of years later, the French thinker and philosopher Voltaire had this to say about the Holy Roman Empire.

"Neither holy, nor Roman, nor an empire."

Its existence is now a joke.

And the Holy See, which is connected with the Holy Roman Empire, is in an embarrassing and difficult situation.

"Today, there are more than 350 large and small city-states and knight territories in Holy Rome," Niccolo straightened up, and motioned Heidi to look at the fine and complicated city-state outlines on the map: "And they all have their own autonomy and legislative power. out of Roman control."

A businessman who wants to do business in a place 20 kilometers away may be charged more than [-] taxes along the way.

Heidi looked up at him, and said with emphasis: "You don't want religion to interfere with politics."

"That's true." Niccolo narrowed his eyes and said, "Some rotten things should also be terminated."

"What's more——" he showed a mocking expression: "The Holy See is no longer holy and pure now."

The original territory of the Papal State is actually similar to the buy one get one free when buying milk in the supermarket.

700 years ago, in order to thank the pope for helping him to the throne, the dwarf king of France, Pepin, donated a large piece of territory he had previously grabbed to the pope.

This territory originally belonged to the Byzantine Empire, extending from Rome to Ravenna, and retreated steadily after more than 1000 years to only one Vatican.

It is precisely because of Pepin's offering of soil that the power of the Holy See began to spread, but the center of power kept shifting and never had a fixed position.

Any country has a capital, but the capital of the Holy Roman Empire moved around with the continuous birth of popes, and the furthest time was shifted to the edge of France at Adelon.

"The gift this time was revealed more than ten years ago, and the documents are fake." Niccolo shook his pen and said, "I heard from my father that someone was so angry that he jumped into the Po River, crying Said he was going to see God."

"Fake?!" Heidi was taken aback for a moment, "How could it be fake?"

"The dwarf king lied and said that it was a 'gift from Constantine' in order to establish the pope's state. Its existence is absolutely sacred and legal." Niccolo sneered: "But how could Constantine the Great Do such a stupid thing?"

"This is the basis for the existence of the Papal State—" Heidi didn't know these old things at all, and lowered her voice: "How did they find out?"

"Writing identification, document identification, those old men have a hundred methods." Niccolo shrugged and said: "But a fake is a fake."

This is equivalent to saying that the existence of the Papal State is entirely based on a scam?

"What's more interesting is what happened in the last 100 years." The boy raised his eyebrows and looked at her, drawing a circle on the position of Rome with the tip of his pen.

Britain and France fell in love and fought each other for a hundred years of war. In the end, France was defeated in embarrassment, and the Pope could only return to Rome from Argonaut next to France in despair—after all, the patron himself was almost lost.

However, the problem is that there is an old Holy See in France, and there is also a Holy See in Rome, and because of Gregory XI's quarrel with the French cardinal, it caused a double split.

"I've heard this rumor before—but it's not as specific as what you said." Heidi just felt that all of this was absurd and stupid: "This is the reason why the popes have been tossing and fighting in recent decades?!"

"More than 40 years." Niccolo showed a look of pity: "There have been three popes at most in one breath - if there is a little more, we can play football together."

The popes are constantly elected and deposed, like dolls that can be dressed up.

And now Pope Alexander VI, the father of Caesar Borgia, is himself a complete whore and speculator.

He relied on money bribes to dissuade competitors, and spent a lot of gold coins to buy the Pope's position.

——According to Catholic doctrine, the Pope should have dedicated his whole life to God and should not have marriage and children.

But this Alexander VI not only has mistresses, but also has many, many, many mistresses.

He can party all night with women in the garden, and sex dancing and group sex are nothing new.

Caesar's mother alone gave birth to four children for him, and there are countless other real and fake children.

As long as he is given money, he can be exonerated from any crime—even if he kills his own daughter with his own hands.

Teachers, big or small, can also be bought and sold at will. If the money is in place, you can wear a red robe and touch the face of an angel.

Even so, the Holy See is still crazily extorting wealth from the people, and tax types come out as soon as they think about it.

"We have enough reasons..." Heidi murmured, "To fight a religious war."

This is not at all the sin of Catholicism, but the corruption of the entire Holy See and the Pope himself.

But because of their existence, countless farmers and businessmen are skinny, and Italy is also in a state of stagnation and chaos.

"Religion is necessary, but not in this way." Niccolo finished writing two lines before handing them to her.

—onewuduwearadawundrumfger

Fire blooms on rotten wood

fugelferumisfenixhatan

The phoenix will rise from the ashes

Heidi stroked the line of ink with her fingertips, and slowly raised her head to look at him: "If this is our original intention, when answering the French, they have no reason to stop us."

Abolish the completely stale Holy See, establish a compassionate and equal Protestantism, and unify this tired and fragile country...

She vaguely felt that Protestantism and Reformation in England, which should have existed in the future, had most likely been pushed to this point in time by the tide.

Penicillin was born, and so did improvements in gunpowder ratios and guns.

Numerous workshops and workshops were born rapidly in Milan and Florence, and the authority of the Pope was also crumbling.

The world has been sped up for at least 200 years.

The French ambassador waited for a long time, constantly trying to urge his attendants to deliver papers and letters.

At night, the slow-moving attendant finally led them to meet the female lord.

When they saw her face clearly, they couldn't help showing a look of surprise and awe.

She has the blue eyes of a German and the black hair of a Roman.

The classic and elegant face is like a goddess in an oil painting, and the ruby ​​pendant around her neck shines brightly in the candlelight.

Silk gowns are embellished with intricate and detailed gemstones, pearls and embroidery are so delicately detailed.

Even if she just glanced at them casually, it was like a noble gift.

The two ambassadors went through a whole set of etiquette nervously, and explained their intentions to the lord again.

"The harassment this time was originally unjust," they acted as if they didn't know anything about the French fleet. "The Republic of Genoa protested with righteous words, but France is willing to mediate."

"Peace is for us all—"

"This gentleman." The lord raised a faint smile: "Please tell me again, what is injustice?"

"This war, my lord." The ambassador bit the bullet and said: "I believe that the Medici family will not be willing to see the family's fame, so—"

"Sir," the lord said slowly, "The reason why we sent troops is for the Holy Roman Empire and the entire Holy See."

The two Frenchmen were dumbfounded.

"As you can see, the entire empire is now in a state of chaos and division." Those light blue eyes were calm and gentle, just like her soft and calm voice: "We are just practicing the teachings, Allegiance to this country."

As soon as these words came out, they completely blocked their words.

Holy Rome has nothing to do with France today, and if this is an internal reckoning in any sense, the French have absolutely no reason to condemn and intervene.

Not only did she clearly clarify her political stance and motives for the war, but she also completely pushed back on the high ground of public opinion.

Recovering the empire and revitalizing the Holy See, who can say no?

The two ambassadors hesitated for a long time, and finally got up and left.

He refused to even stay overnight. It is said that he rushed back to the northwest to report.

As soon as they were gone, Niccolò Machiavelli slipped out again.

"The troops will be dispatched tomorrow." She looked at the starry night outside the window and said, "We can't delay any longer."

"What do you think of the word Nirvana War?" Niccolo said with a smile, "It's not worse than the War of the Roses, right?"

Heidi turned to look at him, her slender neck was like a swan.

She laughed, still looking calm and calm.

"not bad."

When Genoa received the news, the terrible woman's army had already arrived at the city.

How could they be so fast? !

It will take at least fifteen days to get here from La Spezia, right? !

The sun in mid-August was so scorching that people could barely open their eyes, and the flying military flag was raised high in the sky——

Above the nine-edged diamond, a golden-red phoenix fluttered its wings and flew high.

The artillery hit the city wall and fortress like a howling wind and thunder. The halfway army was stationed and set up camp, and the halfway army had already begun to adjust the ballistic shooting and throwing.

There is no battering ram, no catapult, but the shells and explosions are like a giant's fist, smashing everywhere. The soldiers couldn't understand why there was an earthquake-like movement under the city wall, and even the thick smoke was not in sight. Scattered and fell with the city wall.

"fire--!"

The city wall began to sink and collapse in a jagged shape, and more and more soldiers gathered and poured in front of the city gate.

The moat is completely useless - a general with brown hair and brown eyes directly turned the bridge into dead branches, so that many rivers and gullies can flow as smooth as flat ground!

The city gate finally opened slowly, and knights in heavy armor galloped out wielding long swords, but the flow of people they faced quickly undulated and split like waves, revealing several rows of black muzzles.

"Fire—!"

Like countless sparks splashing and bursting, the ammunition turned into a shower and directly penetrated the chest of the armor and the horse. Like an invisible network, the defenders wailed and fell, even if the number of people differed greatly, they were powerless to fight back.

"Boom—boom! Boom! Boom!"

At the same time, several city walls collapsed one after another, and the demolition soldiers poked their heads out in the distance, hugging the stones so that they would not fall over.

The roaring roar of a giant dragon came and went, and even the buzzing in the ears was completely drowned out.

Another wave of knights and spearmen poured out of the city gates, and the archers stubbornly defending the city on the tall buildings were still trying to let the wooden arrows overcome the sweltering air waves.

The musketeers shifted to make way for the cross-bladed carriage.

With the sound of a whistle, multiple carriages rushed towards them at the same time, and the cross blades spinning rapidly in four directions were harvesting countless souls like a meat grinder.

"Fire—fire!"

The thick city gate collapsed, and when it fell to the ground, it threw out dark brown dust, like the last breath of an old man.

The Crusader charged in head-on, and the musketeers turned their guns on what remained of the enemy.

"Attack the city!"

Lorenzo took a sip of the wine, put the letter on the other side, got up and went to the wall to turn the switch to open the cassette.

It took two hours to take Lucca, and only one afternoon to take La Spezia.

As huge and ancient as the city of Genoa, it only took one day to capture it.

He and she did cooperate quite smoothly, and there was almost nothing that could not be overcome.

Relevant battle reports had already spread to Florence, and the citizens couldn't help talking about it.

"My lord, regarding the peace treaty and the defense alliance—" Kexima knocked on the door: "The generals have arrived and are waiting for you in the living room."

Lorenzo took out the gleaming ruby ​​ring and stared at it for a few seconds.

The ring setting is made of platinum, and there are petal-shaped rubies dotted beside the huge diamonds, which looks small and delicate.

——in bud like a cyclamen from Greece.

Its flower language is... jealous love.

He withdrew his gaze, held it in his palm and walked out.