Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

Lorenzo's health continued to decline.

When he noticed this sign two years ago, he thought it was a complication related to gout, and because Heidi was not around, he couldn't confirm more.

He didn't realize many things belatedly until she had an accident.

—— Kexima is an orphan, who was photographed by him on the street when he was a teenager, and has been supported and taught all the way to where he is now.

He spoke with some Spanish accents at the beginning, but he was strong and brave, and he spoke no differently from a Florentine after a long time.

Lorenzo originally thought that he had cultivated a loyal subordinate, but he did not expect that he personally introduced a wolf cub into the palace.

He has repeatedly told all Heidi's people in Genoa to be clean and clean from top to bottom, and not to leave any chance for civil strife.

Even Machiavelli, who appeared halfway, let Dejo secretly check his life experience and private contacts.

——People from the old aristocratic faction, with the same interests and positions, and no threat.

Kexima... he found out too late.

Stomach cramping, weakness in limbs, or muscle spasms, Lorenzo couldn't be sure what he had done to his drinking water in the past two years.

The lord seems to be getting tired more and more easily recently.

He can sleep soundly all morning, and when reviewing official documents, he will frown and say nothing.

The doctor began to check in and out frequently, but no specific results were obtained.

Lorenzo resisted suggestions such as enemas and bloodletting, but became increasingly drowsy during sleep and could no longer respond to the calls of his servants.

Finally, one late night, he experienced the whole scene of severe pain again, and then fell heavily on the bed.

Keshima helped him cover the quilt carefully, and asked in a voice as soft as a mosquito's snort, "Are you still in pain, my lord?"

The other party was silent, as if he had fallen into a dream, or had fallen into a coma.

"Master Lorenzo," Keshima raised his voice, "Miss Heidi is back, and she is now asking to see you."

The entire bedroom fell into dead silence, without any response.

In the next second, a bright dagger slipped out of the attendant's sleeve.

One touch, sir, and you will be free from these torments forever.

Just a click.

He raised his hand high and grabbed the lord's shoulder.

The position of the neck is not clear in the dark, but it doesn't matter if it is scratched—this seriously ill man has no strength to resist.

Kexima hesitated for a moment, and finally took a deep breath to confirm the position again.

But he suddenly heard three arrows piercing the air.

The position of the heart and abdomen suddenly became cold and numb, and then the overwhelming pain began to make him kneel down like a beast roaring——

What, what's going on here? !

"Keshma." The man stood up and sat up, his voice was cold: "Is this what you call allegiance?"

The attendant covered the pierced abdomen, letting the blood flow all over his hands, staining the entire carpet along the way.

"You..." he hissed, "You..."

The crossbowman hiding in the dark came out from the hiding places in the three corners. In order to prevent him from violently attacking, he directly put the blade on the rebel's throat.

Kexima could no longer speak a complete sentence, he held the arrow protruding from his abdomen, his throat was full of confused blood, and his eyes were also bloodshot.

"I treat you like a younger brother." Lorenzo sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at the man kneeling in front of him: "But I would never have thought that there is another Borgia in my palace."

Keshima sneered, he tremblingly tried to maintain his balance, but he fell directly on the carpet due to the severe pain, moaning uncontrollably.

"You—you have—" he continued intermittently, "you will—die—"

"It's always a little later than you." Lorenzo stood up and stepped on his throat.

"Your body will be devoured by wild dogs, your bones will be buried under the coal mine, and you will be devoured by the devil's fire forever." His voice was indifferent as if he was discussing the weather, but the movement of stepping on it made the guard gasp for suffocation.

The dagger in Kexima's hand was directly pulled out, and even the long arrow in his abdomen was forcibly pulled out.

More and more dirty blood began to flow out, and his eyes gradually lost focus.

"It's fine to die." The lord said softly.

When Heidi saw the two children, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"In the afternoon, we will arrive in Florence," she comforted: "The carriage is already fast, maybe your father is still waiting for you at the gate of Pitti Palace."

Lorenzo's eldest daughter, Lucrezia, has married a nobleman. His second son and adopted son are both about 11 years old, and they get along quite well.

These two children have received study and etiquette training in the Holy See since childhood, and they are equally gentle and kind when facing Heidi.

Their elder brother Piero was choking on food earlier, because of which he almost went to see Jesus, and thanks to her rescue, he came back alive.

The children don't know much about war, and more attention is paid to the tits and foxes in the wilderness.

They are relaxed and happy, as if they have nothing to do with this chaotic world.

The carriage drove all the way to the Pitti Palace, and the lord's wife had been waiting for a long time.

"Lorenzo is still in the office," she explained apologetically, "there are too many recent battle reports."

Heidi subconsciously looked at the traces of other people behind her, and asked in a low voice, "Where is Mr. Kexima?"

"Kehima?" The lord's wife showed a regretful expression: "He ate poisonous berries and died a while ago."

Heidi turned sideways and exchanged glances with Leonardo, both of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

The outbreak of the war directly plunged the entire Apennine Peninsula into disputes.

Holy Rome was originally a group of lions who were good at fighting, but due to various reasons, they continued to disperse and drift away, and in the end only Rome was left alone and helpless.

Now Rome is calling on many duchies to fight for it, and several powerful city-states want to get a share.

More than a dozen principalities, big and small, fought together, and it was difficult to judge the situation of the battle.

No radios, no radios, nothing to deliver messages.

While waiting to meet Lorenzo, Heidi was thinking about the radio—

If she can confess these things to Da Vinci and ask him to use all the information he knows to create a radio, the speed of development in this world will probably be changed again.

Science, Economics, Unity, Protestantism, Human Liberation—

There are simply too many things to focus on.

While waiting, Heidi looked down at the ground.

She noticed that all the carpets in the palace had been replaced to better match the magnificent palace.

There are blood spots on the corner of the door that have not been wiped clean.

When the woman saw the light brown mark, she just lowered her eyes and smiled without any doubts.

The new attendant was Nino, a young man promoted from the Medici's family. When he saw her, he blushed subconsciously, and only stepped back to salute: "Your Excellency is already up."

……Woke up?

Heidi had a bad feeling about this statement.

During the years she spent at the Palazzo Vecchio, Lorenzo never took a nap or delayed receiving guests.

The man was sitting at the desk, looking down at the documents like eight years ago.

His face was much paler, and there were faint fine lines around his eyes.

There were inconspicuous wounds and tooth marks on those hands, and they were still trembling slightly.

"Lorenzo?" Heidi realized that something was wrong with him, and walked over quickly: "What's wrong with you?"

The lord took a deep breath for a moment, still trying to keep his body stable.

Keshima had been dead for thirteen days, and his body was aging rapidly.

He even killed four or five cooks and changed all the managers——

But as Keshma cursed before his death, he could die in any sleep.

The deposited poison was corroding his internal organs, and his whole body was losing control.

Heidi came back too slowly.

While he was waiting, he still had the idea of ​​blame in his heart.

If she hadn't insisted on going to Milan and found out about these things earlier, he could have saved some more for Medici.

She came back too late.

Every day, or every hour of waiting, is inseparable from cramping and dull pain, and every heartbeat is gradually becoming torment.

...Why hasn't Da Vinci brought her back yet?

...Did they find those two children?

"Lorenzo——" Heidi noticed that his body was cold and sweaty, and even his voice was startled: "Are you sick? Or is the gout attacking again?!"

"Quiet." The man suppressed the desire to curl up and opened the secret box of the table.

"Pizza rebelled."

"What—no, Lorenzo, your body is important now, I'll help you to the bench next to it, let's not talk about it yet."

He squeezed her wrist tightly, blocking this futile thought.

"Our troops have all been transferred to the front lines of Rome." His voice was dull and hoarse: "The armies of the Principality of Modena and Siena have already fought over, one from the south and the other from the north."

"I'll take care of this, my lord," Heidi let him hold her wrist tightly, her voice filled with panic and bewilderment: "I'll call for backup, at least there are people from Milan—"

"...Quiet." He has held on for too long, and now he is a little tired to say every word.

The man slowly let go of her hand, and took out the ring box from the obscura.

When Heidi saw the wooden box, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on her face, and she guessed what was in it almost in the next second, but she was unwilling to verify this idea.

"Open it."

She kept shaking her head, trying to get rid of some doom-like denials: "Lorenzo, you need to rest..."

The man coughed violently, and Heidi subconsciously took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, but saw bright red blood.

--is blood!

Her face paled a lot, and the fingertips holding the handkerchief were trembling slightly.

But Lorenzo seemed to have seen the stain many times before, and his expression remained unchanged.

"Open it." He said lightly.

The wooden box was finally opened, and inside lay a shining ruby ​​ring quietly.

Its ring setting is made of white gold, and the huge diamond is dotted with petal-shaped rubies, which looks small and delicate.

——in bud like a cyclamen from Greece.

This diamond has 35 facets, which is a miracle that no craftsman in the world can complete.

"I've already told the mercenary group." He pushed the ring box in front of her, leaned back on the chair, and began to cough violently again: "Seeing a ring is like seeing a person."

The Florentine mercenary group of more than [-] people will all obey the orders of the ring owner.

"My children are very young, and Clarice is too young." Lorenzo closed his eyes and said.

"You have inherited this surname, and you will never be able to leave it in this life."

Heidi held the ring that had been absent for nine years, and tears began to fall uncontrollably.

"Leave the North to Da Vinci, he knows what to do."

"Industry facts about banking on the left side of the table."

"Nino is a reliable young man, he can be your adjutant."

"Florence, after unification...needs change."

"And the academy..." He took a deep breath and wanted to entrust more, but even breathing began to cause a series of burning sensations.

Stomach, heart and lungs, and every part of his body are constantly getting out of control.

Heidi was crying so hard that she knelt by his hand and trembled, almost unable to speak.

"You can't die—" She was so depressed that her breath became short of breath, and the tears in her voice couldn't be hidden: "Lorenzo, Florence needs you, the Medici family needs you—"

"I've come back as fast as I can, Lorenzo—"

"I know." Lorenzo closed his eyes and smiled: "You are not late."

"Heidi," he let go of her hand, muttering her name: "Hedwig Eva Maria Kiesler... Medici."

At least his surname will always be engraved in her name.

"Hedwig, turn around and play me another tune."

She wiped away the two lines of tears on her cheeks in embarrassment, even his cuffs were already wet.

"No...Lorenzo, maybe..."

"This is the last order." The man never opened his eyes, and sighed wearily: "I don't want to say it again."

"My lord..." She stood up unsteadily, and then realized that he was still enduring pain and convulsions.

Even the fingers holding the chair back were clenched until their knuckles turned white.

"Turn around and go."

The tears could not be stopped, wet and hot tears splashed on the back of his hand.

She took a deep breath and saluted him, then turned and went to the piano on the opposite corner.

He opened his eyes and stared at her blurred back.

The sound of the piano flowed out like the blue Danube, and he slowly raised his hand and kissed the wet tears.

It turns out...you will cry for me too.

The sound of the piano was like a long river, swaying and flowing in the whole room.

Just like the melodious melody of his birthday gift that year, like the rhythm of people swaying and spinning at a grand waltz ball, and like the mood he wanted to get close to her when he was drunk.

The room and the Pitti Palace were silent, not even the crows outside the window.

After all, there is a moment when the song is finished.

When Heidi finished playing, she didn't dare to look back.

She turned around trembling, feeling like she was falling into an ice cave.

The man who hired her as an alchemist, gave her a permanent identity, sheltered and supported her to change the whole of Florence, and even introduced her to the master and bishop of the academy, has left here forever.

Even if she was impulsive enough to lead the army all the way to the north, he replied in the letter that the Medici family is your eternal backing.

But he left all of this to her, and left without making a sound.

"Lorenzo..."

The man had fallen asleep peacefully, but he was no longer breathing.

When the funeral took place, the whole city mourned it.

When Clarice rushed to the study, she was crying so hard that she was about to lose her breath, but when she walked out, she tried hard to regain her resolute expression, and took care of the funeral as the hostess.

Leonardo was the second to arrive. He immediately checked Lorenzo's breathing, and then hugged Heidi who was curled up in the corner.

He noticed the familiar finger-wrench on her right hand, but didn't ask any further questions. He just helped her fall asleep, wiped away her tears with a hot towel, and kept watch all night alone.

"—Lord, for those who believe in you, life is only changed, not destroyed; we end our journey on earth, and we are found in eternal heaven."

For Catholics, death is the beginning of eternal life.

When Lorenzo's coffin was paraded in Florence, all the city's citizens gathered on both sides of the road, piously singing hallelujah hymns.

Giovanni de' Medici, who succeeded him as Bishop of Florence, held Mass for his father with a look of compassion and relief.

"—open the gate for me, and when I enter, I will sing praises to the Lord."

The crowd sang and responded in unison, and the ancient scriptures echoed throughout the cemetery.

The war finally broke out inevitably.

The north and south of Florence were attacked differently, and the fighting in Rome prevented the army from retreating.

People thought it was over for Florence—

Lorenzo's death directly means that his young children and helpless wife will have to face all these complications, and the whole country will collapse.

But another lord named Medici appeared.

She controls the normal operation of the banking industry, and holds a mercenary group of 2 people from nowhere—as if she has been preparing for a long time.

General Da Vinci and several other generals quickly led the army to control the situation, and completed a powerful enough counter-kill——

On December 1486, 12, the Principality of Modena fell!

On December 1486, 12, the Principality of Siena surrendered!

On December 1486, 12, Rome was defeated!

The central part of the entire Apennine Peninsula was unified, and the scattered territories were all received by the same family——

And the name of this family is Medici.

Alexander VI was bound and pushed to the middle of the judgment stand.

The explosion and fire didn't kill him, but he was too afraid to show up in public, and hid in the cellar of a certain castle with all his confidants and subordinates and continued to give orders.

The Borgia brothers and sisters disappeared, and those mistresses and child molesters also escaped one after another, taking away a lot of gold and silver.

When the army broke through the city of Rome, he hid in a wine barrel and shivered, not knowing where to throw the red robe.

"Kneel down." The young Giovanni held the bishop's scepter and made him look up at the icon of God.

The lord in a purple robe stood beside the man and spoke calmly.

"You bought and sold teaching posts, played with power and position, and made the entire Holy Roman Empire fall into crime."

"—Guilty." Giovanni said coldly.

"You oppress women and children, ignore the Bible's advice on sex, have countless illegitimate children, and spend nights in Rome."

"--guilty."

After all the crimes were pronounced, the former pope kept growling like a gagged wild boar, and tried to break free from the chains on his hands, feet and arms.

But everyone in the church was indifferent, so quiet that only the sound of iron chains beating echoed here.

After all the charges related to the identity of the Pope were pronounced, Heidi turned around and raised her hand, taking the long sword from Luris.

"You conspired to arrange for the traitor to sneak into the palace of Dukalai, and let him hide and poison for many years to kill our lord, so as to gain more power and chaos."

Giovanni gripped the scepter tightly and said coldly, "Guilty."

Heidi raised his chin with a sword, looked at the porcupine-like man and said indifferently: "Do you admit it?"

The obese Pope's eyes showed a brief moment of astonishment, and soon began to shake his head frantically.

Because his movements were too intense, the layers of jaws were directly scratched by the sharp blade, and blood began to flow.

"Guilty." She said softly.

"Blood payment." Giovanni stood up, looking down at the instigator who killed his father: "Sentence."

The next second, the lord raised his long sword, aimed at his heart and stabbed it with all his strength.

The sharp blade directly pierces through the heavy fat and muscle, and directly penetrates the still beating heart!

There was a long howl like a beast in the church.

Alexander VI showed astonishment and despair in his eyes, and he raised his body heavily.His eyes were so wide that they almost popped out of their sockets, and the wailing sound was tragic and shrill.

But with the loss of strength and life, he couldn't even howl, and began to cry in despair.

Blood began to flow from the nose and mouth, and splashed to the ground drop by drop.

The mingling of the cold blade and the severe pain had already made it difficult for him to distinguish. The painful feeling made him want to struggle and turn, but his hands and feet didn't even have the power to release the pain.

Heidi's expression didn't change at all, but she directly stirred the blade across his body.

At that moment, he struggled as if he was about to jump violently, but he lost his breath at the moment when his head was raised high. His fat and bloated body directly hit the ground heavily, and blood began to spurt like a broken pocket.

He didn't close his eyes until he died.

Dirty blood spilled over the marble floor of the church, and the Heavenly Father above the dome still had a compassionate and loving expression.

Everyone was silent, bowed their heads and said nothing.

She drew out her long sword and reached out to stroke the hot blood on the blade.

It's time for this to end.

The old religion has died since today.

Italy, born today.