"Sow discord between the two? Make the Purification Mechanism abandon Lorenzo?"
This wasn't a difficult riddle, Samuel thought of it easily.
"Is it like that?"
Anthony nodded, it seemed the plan had been systematically deployed.
"But that's not enough," Samuel recalled the figure swinging a sword in the wine cellar, "Although the contact was brief, I don't think this is enough to defeat him, let alone the suspicion that he might be Lorenzo de' Medici."
As a Florentine, Samuel was very familiar with the deeds of Lorenzo de' Medici. That elderly man's life was only defeated by time, and after so many years, it seemed he was living again in a young body, turning the tables in the final game of chess.
No, he hasn't completely won against time. The new Order and the new Pope won't let him go easily, even suspicions are not to be ignored.
"So some plans can only be proposed by someone as pathological as Moriarty."
