My years as a menswear boss

Two pope candidates were killed one after another, and the people of the entire Vatican City were panicked, fearing that bad luck would befall them in the next second, and people walking on the street were in a hurry.

The devout believers were unmoved, still waiting for the new Pope in St. Peter's Square.

And the cardinals in the Sistine Chapel gathered together again, holding the cross in their hands and chanting.

During the election of the pope, every cardinal was isolated in a room and could not touch each other. The sanitation problem was solved by a wooden barrel, and the food was only bread and biscuits. Prisoners are no different.

It's just that the death of the two colleagues inevitably affected them.The students frequently went outside the room and opened the small window to see if they were still in the room.

After all, Archbishop Cosimo Migliorati was robbed and killed in such a confined space.

The murderer behind the scenes was not for money, and the Pope's guards never received a letter demanding a ransom from the beginning to the end.

The leading archbishop in red, Giuseppe Sarto, read out the names on the ballot again, and the one who got the highest number of votes in the final count was Giovanni Pacelli, the bishop in charge of Venice, but he did not get two-thirds of the support. rate, proving that the vote is invalid.

Salto glanced at the knight commander standing upright behind him, and signaled that he could announce the result to the believers outside.

Knight Commander Belotti threw a special chemical fuel into the furnace.After a while, black smoke appeared from the chimney outside.

The result of the election failed again. Salto slowly closed his eyes, made a cross on his chest, and muttered prayers silently.

The cardinals who came from all over the world also began to feel irritable. They no longer considered who would be the most beneficial to their province and who would prosper their family. The punishment for his misbehavior can be forgiven by God as long as he can choose a candidate who is truly suitable to be the pope.

"What is Bishop Cappellari's background?" Jiqiu used the biographical records of the past popes to figure out a general pattern. The new pope must be very different from the previous pope.

If the previous pope was born in a noble family, then he will subconsciously favor the interests of the nobles. After his death, the next pope will be born in a commoner, and he will win the hearts of the lower class people.

"He is the son of a carpenter in a small town, and his mother is a French slave girl from a landlord's family." Dantès briefly summed up Cappellari's life.

Jiqiu found out that the last pope who died was from the lower class, with an upright personality and a very controversial populist.

During his reign, he has been seeking welfare measures for the common people. According to the conventional situation, Bishop Cappellari, who is similar to him, may have a very small chance of being elected. "How old is he this year?"

"Under 40 years old." Dantès replied, he obviously didn't expect much from his partner being elected pope, and there was an invisible rule among the previous popes that all must be Italians.

Once a Dutchman was elected Pope, which caused an uproar among the believers. Angry Romans rushed into the church with sticks, beat up the Dutch Pope and Cardinal, and swaggered away many valuable treasures.

When the plague broke out later, this crime was also placed on the head of the pope. After learning that he died of the plague, believers celebrated in Vatican City for three days and three nights.

Although Cappellari's father is Italian, his mother is French, which means that she is not a pure Italian, and the possibility of being elected is even smaller.

If he hadn't won the love of many believers with his image of being close to the people in his own jurisdiction, he might not even have the chance to participate in the election this time.

"So young?" Jiqiu was a little surprised. The youngest pope in history was 37 years old, but he came from the prominent Medici family. His father's generation promoted the golden age of Florence and spread its influence to the entire European continent.Relying on the prestige of the family, nominate the most potential heir to become Pope.

Compared with him, Cappellari, who has no foundation, has close to zero chance of being pope.

"At least today, there is no news of the disappearance of any archbishop, which proves that the guards have controlled the situation."

Dantès took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose, put the book in his hand aside, looked at Jiqiu and said, "Do you want to go out for a stroll?"

"There are no people on the street now." Jiqiu likes the excitement, and she doesn't feel like shopping in the deserted streets.

"No, the bazaar outside the Vatican City will not be affected in any way." Dantès, who is talking about business everywhere, knows more than Jiqiu, and he plans to take his son out of the Vatican City for a stroll, so as to save the kid from daydreaming.

"Okay." Jiqiu agreed with his decision, and also hoped to divert his attention, otherwise she would scratch her head every day because she couldn't get any clues.

Dantès took Jiqiu in a carriage and stopped at the entrance of the market.

Jiqiu looked at the bustling crowd, which was inversely compared with the deserted Vatican not far away. There was a continuous stream of hawking here, and she saw a lot of strange things for sale on the stalls.

"Hey, honorable young master, would you like to take a look at the oriental porcelain!" The bearded peddler enthusiastically waved to Jiqiu.

When Jiqiu saw the Rococo-style porcelain vases on the booth, he was a little confused. Can the East actually make Western-style porcelain?

She stepped forward to pick it up, rubbed the surface, and a row of crows flew over her head, "Porcelain."

The surface is rough and uneven, it is just that the clay bottle is painted with a paint similar to porcelain.

This is treating her as a fool, Jiqiu put down the clay with no expression on her face, and she left without looking back.

Dantès looked at the stinky brat and waved to her happily, "Simon, come here!"

Jiqiu ran over and saw Dantès standing in front of an antique shop, fiddling with something that looked like a human forearm, she pulled his clothes with some disapproval, there are ten antiques in this place There are nine pits, and one is a huge pit. The chance of picking up leaks depends on whether the goddess of luck favors you.

"Let's go look elsewhere?" Jiqiu said, she wanted to take Dantès out of here.

Dantès did not walk away with her strength, but put the Hidden Sword in his hand on the young man's hand. He found that it was a bit big, but it could be adjusted. He tried a few sizes, and it should be enough for his precious son to grow up.

"What is this?" Jiqiu looked at the strange cold weapon in her hand, with complicated mechanisms on it. She turned her palm up and moved her wrist, and the gleaming blade was flicked out, which was quite interesting.

"This is the Hidden Blade, for self-defense. If you hold it like this, it can be used as a dagger."

Dantès squatted down and taught Jiqiu how to use this dangerous weapon.

Jiqiu mastered the trick after a few trials. She was very happy in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face. She saw exquisite patterns engraved on her arm, and a diamond was inlaid on the mechanism. "Will it be expensive?"

"It's okay." Dantès smiled and didn't say the price.

The antique dealer also saw what the young man meant, with a shrewd smile on his face, "Master, this is the antique with the most stories in my shop, and it is the only non-appreciative antique, it can be used to protect yourself .

In fact, the original owner of this Hidden Blade was an assassin. After his death, he left the Hidden Blade to his son, but his son had no intention of being an assassin, so he sold it to me.In order not to get into trouble, I deliberately modified it to change its original low-key appearance. "

"No wonder the sleeve is very new, it doesn't look like someone has used it before." Jiqiu turned her forearm, she really liked this Hidden Blade.

Seeing the clear love in his son's eyes, Dantès couldn't help but feel better. He fell in love with this Hidden Blade immediately, and knew that his Simon would also like it.

Jiqiu retracted the sword, now she has a dark idea, she wants to find someone to try the effect, the instinct deep in her soul is ready to move.

"How is it?" Dantès patted Jiqiu on the shoulder.

"I like it very much!" Jiqiu raised his head, opened his arms, and gave him a big hug, "Thank you, Dad!"

Dantès patted Jiqiu's head and led her away from the antique shop.

Jiqiu saw an acrobatics performance stall in the center of the market, and moved over curiously.

"Who wants to watch the fire-eating show?!" The rough voice shouted.

Excited shouts came from the crowd, and a bunch of people squeezed forward, eager to stick on the acrobats to watch.

Jiqiu subconsciously reached out and grabbed Dantès by the corner of his clothes.After a while, she felt something was wrong, 'Why is the fabric in her hand so poor? '

She raised her head, and found that at some point, the person next to her turned into a big white and fat man.

"dad?!"

Jiqiu hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd, she turned her head and looked around, but she didn't find Dantès.

After she calmed down, she decided to hurry back to the carriage waiting at the entrance of the market. She was afraid of encountering traffickers.

She walked quickly through the crowd with her short legs, and ran towards the entrance of the market in her memory.

"Don't...don't!" A delicate voice came to her ears, and Jiqiu immediately stopped in her tracks, and she could tell where the voice came from.

A pitiful plea came to her eardrums, she moved hesitantly, and came to a dark alley.

With a glimmer of light, Jiqiu saw a petite girl surrounded by two men, she immediately ran to the street, stopped passers-by for help, and quickly described the scene in the alley.

The strong man who was stopped was full of impatience, and he said in a vicious voice, "Those alleys are full of prostitute women (female branch), how can I help?"

"But she is not a (female branch) girl, she is a lady who needs help!" Jiqiu said anxiously.

The brawny man just snorted coldly, and waved Jiqiu away, "I, a low-level person, don't have time to play games with you, young master, and since I'm in a good mood today, I won't take away your money. Get out!"

Jiqiu had no choice but to rush back to the alley alone. She didn't like being a hero, but under the constraints of many years of upbringing, she couldn't let her stand idly by.

Seeing that the girl was wearing less and less clothes, she walked around behind the thinnest man of the two, "Let go of this young lady."

Seeing the dagger on his neck, the thin man stopped and slowly raised his hands.Seeing that he was being held hostage, his companion also stopped moving.

At this moment, the disheveled girl took out the stone behind her and slammed it on the head of the strong man. He staggered and fell to the ground.

Jiqiu blinked, and saw the girl pull out the dagger from the unconscious man again, stabbing the head of the man she held hostage.

"Miss, are you okay?" Jiqiu wiped the blood off her face in a daze. She thought it was a dodder, but it was actually a piranha.

The girl repaired the man on the ground again, slowly straightened up, and brushed away the twisted hair on her face.

Jiqiu saw a familiar face, "You are?"