Francesco of the Pazzi family did not arrive home until six o'clock in the morning.

The fur coat on his body was covered with cold dew, and his face was full of tiredness.

He took off his cold and damp coat, handed it to the servant, and took off his somewhat wet leather shoes by the way, and threw them directly at the door.

Francesco coughed twice, put on a warm and fluffy down coat, and walked into the living room.

The fire was burning brightly in the fireplace. He curled up on the leather sofa. Taking the lit pipe from the servant, he took a deep breath.

"Bring tea."

He ordered in a somewhat hoarse voice, rubbing his eye sockets very tiredly.

Francesco has just had another sleepless night.

He only slept for four hours yesterday, and he didn't sleep at all today

He first found another group of assassins, and killed that idiot directly.

Unfortunately, Lorenzo was assassinated not in Skana, but in Emilia to the north - he could not have accepted his bribe. Since the district chief is determined to investigate, he will definitely dispatch the "white boots" of the police station—that is, those detectives with psychic powers. After all, psykers are too dangerous and need to be closely monitored. Especially detectives and gang members, who are in between black and white, have uncertain positions, outstanding abilities but are not controlled.

Once they are found to have awakened psionic powers, they will be subject to official monitoring and control, and they will have to sign in at the police station every day. If the psionic masters in the police station find out that they have used psychic powers, they must leave them behind. The former are called "white boots" and the latter are "red gloves". It is said that this is a joke from a fairy tale.

The attention and observation skills of these white boots are far superior to ordinary people, and they can discover many important details. And with their thirst, their awakened psychic gifts are often "judgment lies" to detect traces

Once there is any difficult case, but it is of great importance, the "white boots" will be dispatched to conduct concentrated investigation.

But correspondingly, as the price for recruiting these "white boots" and "red gloves", their new salary can be said to be quite high, almost three to five times that of senior police officers. And usually they don't have any jobs, they just need to squat in the police station to catch fish. In fact, as long as they don't mess around, it's a good thing. Even some people will be allowed to legally own a rifle if they submit an application. Although almost everyone knows it. The person who assassinated Lorenzo must be an assassin hired by the Pazzi family. But what you know is what you know... This world is about evidence. At least when the rich are the rich. It's not just pure violence that can solve everything. Although the influence of the Pazzi family in the business world is much lower than that of the Medici family, they are already considered giants. Even if the Medici family is the actual academic controller of the Duchy of Saj today, it is impossible to ignore the threat from the Pazzi family, let alone forcibly remove their power. Since the power of the Medici family. With the growth of capital, it becomes centralized and centralized.

In the same way, the several families that rose together with their family also gained a considerable share of the right to speak. Their capital is intertwined with each other, and their powers are therefore mutually restricted.

If the Medici family claimed that "Francesco de Pazzi was behind the assassination of Lorenzo", but could not provide evidence... The Pazzi family could even turn against the general.

If Lorenzo really made such a stupid act. Francesco would immediately buy a murderer to kill someone in his family, and then claim that "this is the revenge of the Medici family", and ask his own newspaper to publish such news. This must be a major blow to the Medici family's industry. They can also shake out some of the dark history that they have hoarded before. So Francesco bribed the assistant of a master poison maker to steal a small amount of the poison. He also hired spies who were in ambush in other families to hire assassins, and mixed the poison with those people to celebrate. After two misleadings, it can be said that the clues have been completely cut off by him.

Immediately afterwards, he sent two groups of killers to intercept and kill the famous "all-around genius" Leonardo. In order to prevent that he might not be able to kill him once, he sent people to the police station, prison, and hospital in Florence.

He also bribed a student of Verrocchio, and learned that Leonardo would come to Leonardo's studio to study. Then another group of people were sent to guard Leonardo's studio. If there is a chance, I can take the opportunity to assassinate or kidnap Leonor... Even if the assassination fails, the news should be sent back as soon as possible. If Leonardo was indeed murdered, the matter would be held down immediately. All criminal investigation records related to him will be destroyed and will not be submitted immediately.

And if Leonardo just... then someone in an ambush in a hospital or a prison would take him in the middle of the night and send him to the Patsys.

After all, regardless of Leonardo's own talent. Or his value as a bargaining chip is much better than a corpse.

When the assassination was arranged, Francesco went to meet the mayor of Florence again, had a sumptuous dinner with him, and made some promises of power transfer and a very statesmanlike temperament. He travels during this time.

"What a bunch of trash...

Francesco submerged his head in the good smoke, collapsed on the sofa, murmured in a low voice with his head tilted and his eyes closed.

He wasn't actually talking about the assassins... but the rest of the Pazzi family.

Francesco felt more and more that his father was really old. He is indecisive in doing things, and every plan is full of loopholes and luck that are visible to the naked eye.

"These Patsys". It's too sober.

Francesco sneered: "Unwilling to observe order, but afraid of chaos...a waste of nothing.

He slowly opened his eyes, and a dim yellow light flashed in his eyes.

From a very young age he understood a truth -

He was a teenager at the time, playing Violet Night with friends from his clan, and had a run-in with a high merchant's kid over a girl. The other party is five or six years older than them. When the body is long, this means the difference in combat power between the two planes. The result was naturally that they played two against one but were badly repaired. Francesco's wrist was even smashed by the vase, while his friend's head was bleeding. Getting into a fight because of a child prostitute, and even fighting... If such a thing spreads to the family, he will lose his face.

A severe beating is definitely indispensable. To put it seriously, even his share of inheritance and property may be cut, and the property that he and his father had worked so hard to obtain would naturally lose his share.

Francesco soon realized this. A murderous intent flashed in his mind - but the fact that they had a conflict has been known by many people. If the person who beat them up died unexpectedly, the two of them would get into more trouble instead.

It was then that Francesco awakened to psionic powers.

Instigated by that voice in my head. Francesco urges his friend to find someone to ask him out for a fight right away.

As a matter of course, his friend was beaten again. And Francesco also rushed up while scolding Ruo, but deliberately let the water go, so that the other side beat him seriously.

And when the man left, his friend, that is, his cousin, moved to thank him on the ground when Francesco picked up a stone on the corner of the street and beat him to death.

He immediately ran back home, told his family about the incident, and asked his brothers to stand up for the deceased. The hot-blooded "Pazzi" came to the door without hesitation. The matter of dragging the "killer" out to fight immediately became a big problem.

Francesco was complacent, thinking that his plan had been a complete success. But until a week later, his father seriously handed him into the house, told him the truth about the events that happened that day, and told him about spiritual power and "white gloves".

At that time, Francesco was almost terrified.

He didn't even know that there was something called psionic energy in this world.

But unexpectedly... Not only was he not punished, he was hanged for murder, and he was not even imprisoned. Even if the police have found out the truth, unfortunately, this happened in Florence, so the high-ranking businessman was still fined a sum of money, and the matter was left alone.

the other side. Although the promised shop was gone, Francesco was allowed to participate in political decision-making within the clan.

His father even invited him a psychic mentor to secretly teach him the skills of using psychic powers.

Although his psionic ability is not the same as what the teacher said... For example, the nagging voice in his head seems to be absent from other people. And when other people awaken their psionic powers, they won't suddenly have a lot of knowledge. But this time Francesco chose to hide it. And he didn't listen to that voice in his head to make decisions.

Instead, his status and wealth have risen. He took the opportunity to grab a lot of benefits from it, and the Pazzi family is also a sheep.

From that time on, the young Francesco learned that for the "mads" chaos is not an abyss, but a ladder. To be able to devise a brilliant trick should be to encourage many people to try to climb up, but fail, and never get the chance to try again.

But for the lunatics who are already dancing on the top of the tower, they can only climb up. If they failed, the many crimes they had committed would simply kill them, fall down and perish.

"Those who dream of getting rich overnight will surely achieve nothing."

Reciting a certain proverb of Solomon softly, Francesco laughed silently. He lay back on his back, put his hands under his head, and leaned on the sofa, revealing a young face.

In his eyes, dim yellow flames were burning fiercely.

"That's...well said. Francesco murmured in a low voice.

- He has made up his mind.