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"It may not be in perfect order."
He took a deep breath and looked up at the middle-aged man.
"What do you think?"
The instinctive response of a ruler was to simply get rid of this troublemaker and make sure he didn’t cause any more issues in the future.
The middle-aged man hadn’t expected to be asked for his opinion. After some thought, he said cautiously: “I think... this man could be more dangerous than he appears.”
"Go on."
"Because if a person can be this cruel to himself..." he gathered his courage and continued, "when he wants to destroy something, his methods will be even more vicious."
Lorenzo frowned, tapping his fingers absentmindedly on the desk.
This hermit was against all worldly pleasures.
That meant the entire Medici family, who promoted grand celebrations and revelry, would likely be a thorn in his side.
If such a person were to be used by the bishop or secretly conspired with someone…
"Reward him."
Cosimo walked over, handing the middle-aged man three gold coins.
The man’s face shifted between fear and surprise, and he hurriedly bowed and left.
Once the man was out of earshot, Cosimo quietly said, "Miss Kiesler has been waiting outside for a long time."
Lorenzo, still deep in thought about the matter, suddenly spoke.
"Find that hermit."
"Deal with him."
Cosimo was surprised. It seemed his lord was becoming more decisive and resolute.
"Don’t let anyone see. Take care of everything that needs to be hidden." Lorenzo looked at him firmly. "Make sure it’s final. Leave no loose ends."
"Yes, my lord. Don’t worry."
Hedy waited for a long time before she was finally summoned in.
As she entered and greeted him, she took a moment to assess the lord's expression. As usual, it was a politician's cold demeanor, though his body language seemed a little more relaxed today.
"I’ve been learning Italian recently," she began, breaking the silence. "Work has delayed me a bit."
Lorenzo, still focused on the papers in front of him, replied indifferently, "Then go ahead and continue."
"There’s one more thing I’d like to discuss with you."
Finally, the lord looked up, raising an eyebrow. "What now, more fruit?"
Suppressing a smile, Hedy maintained a serious expression. "No, this has to do with the roof."
She had noticed something, but the situation wasn’t looking good.
"I visited Da Vinci’s workshop rooftop recently and noticed that it seems to be made of lead."
