When Lucrezia's lips moved, Alexander had already noticed that something was wrong, but at this time, his hands were tightly grasping Lucrezia's arms, and he couldn't free his hands at all!

And Lucrezia's cry was already about to be heard!

At the moment of crisis, he twisted his neck and lowered his head without even thinking about it, and his lips pressed against Lucrezia's lips!

Lucrezia had already reached her lips, and the cry for help was forcibly blocked.

Her mouth was desperately whispering, but she couldn't make it louder, and her head was forced to tilt back, her slender neck was straight, and her lips were squeezed so that she had to open them, and she couldn't even bite with her teeth shut.

Lucrezia's back was clinging to Alexander's arms, her body had to be lifted forward because of the tilt of her head and neck, the mountains on her chest had raised her skirt high, although she was unwilling to writhe and struggle, but her strength was obviously not strong enough, when her arms were forced to cross Alexander's ten fingers and twist to the back, it seemed as if she was actively holding the enemy behind her to ask for a kiss.

Pagasus began to kick the ground in anger, and he felt that the two men on his back were too dishonest, and they were not only riding on it, but also twisting and turning, especially the woman, who was the most dishonest of all, and now she was holding the horse's back with only two legs, and her body was completely away from the back of Pagasus, as if she were going to lean back and stretch herself into a recurve bow.

Pagasus let out a low cry of indignation from the pain of being pinched, and only then seemed to alarm the two men on its back, and as Lucrezia's body suddenly fell back on the back of the warhorse, her body that had been struggling seemed to go limped as her strength ran out.

Outside the alley, the shadows of horses were still flying and the people were buzzing, but the alley was unusually quiet except for the low hiss of Pagasus.

Lucrezia's chest heaved violently, her nose gasping heavily, and her throat snorted softly from the prolonged rest.

Her head was lifted back weakly, and her eyes looked helplessly at the sky, and she felt that the man who was pressing her head and face was so powerful, and in front of him it was as if she had been captured by a ferocious bird of prey, ready to be feasted on.

Lucrezia had never felt this way, not even when she fulfilled her duties as a wife for the first time after marrying Giovanni Sforza, and she did not have this sense of danger that made her so panicked.

She tried to escape from the claws of the bird of prey several times, but she was first grabbed by the arm, and then she didn't know when the ten fingers of her hands were so tightly entangled with Alexander that she couldn't get rid of them, and her arms were even tied behind Alexander's back, so that she could do nothing but let out a heavy breath from her nose because of the panic.

Lucrezia felt that her lungs were burning, and the embarrassment of being forced to kiss and not being able to breathe for a long time made her want to struggle out and inhale loudly, but this terrible man obviously didn't want to let her go, and her body just struggled again when his hands that held his fingers hard and pulled his arms hard, the pain in her shoulders and her lips were blocked again, and even the helplessness of forcibly priing open her lips that tried to join them up for the man to oppress, so that she finally shed tears with a whine from her throat.

Lucrezia had never felt so wronged as she did now, she had given up struggling but her shoulders were shaking and crying, this was a terrible thing she had never experienced or even dreamed of, she felt for the first time the terrible feeling of fate being completely in the hands of someone else, she didn't even know if this person would ravage or even kill her like this.

Suddenly, Lucrezia felt the pressure on her head gradually relax, and her lips just moved slightly, but then they were kissed hard, and then after a while, the squeezing of her lips slowed down slightly again, and then she heard Alexander, who was still covering her lips and was ready to "seal" her, whispered: "Listen, if you don't want to kill both of us, don't speak, the people outside are not here to save you." ”

Lucrezia was really scared, she felt like her lungs were on fire, and she had to take a few breaths to suppress the fire in her heart, so she would rather give up shouting for help at this time, she wanted to speak first, but she was afraid that Alexander would defend her and cry for help to seal her lips again, so she could only nod her head slightly.

But then her lips touched Alexander's lips lightly, as if she were asking for a kiss.

Alexander seemed to be infected by her gesture as well, and his neck stiffened slightly before he tentatively lifted his head, relaxing the back of Lucrezia's already aching neck.

"Listen, those people aren't here to save you." Alexander stared warily into Lucrezia's eyes, his eyes were stern and even cold, and he knew that he had to scare the woman, otherwise it would be really bad if he accidentally made her scream recklessly.

So he simply reached out and pulled out the short knife from his side, and aimed the sharp tip of the knife at Lucrezia's earlobe, the cold feeling of the blade made Lucrezia, who was hot all over, shudder slightly, and her eyes immediately showed a look of horror, and Alexander's next words startled her even more.

"Those people, probably Venetians."

"What?!"

Lucrezia screamed in panic, but her lips were raised against the blade.

"Shh~" Alexander softly stopped her gaffe, then gently led the horse two steps forward, and then leaned out slightly, looking carefully out of the alley.

The sound of the people outside shouting and neighing has become a little quieter, but the figure is still flickering, looking out along the alley, you can see that a group of cavalry has gathered in front of the church not far away, although these cavalry are dressed in mixed clothes, but the flag in their hands makes Lucrezia tremble slightly, she is afraid that she even forgot that the man who snuggled up to her is threatening her with a knife, and leans back closely.

The golden-winged male lion under the red background majestically carries a front leg, and under the male lion's feet, an open huge book comes into view.

Lucrezia knew the banner, of course, and she knew that Alexander was right, that these men were indeed Venetians.

As if to confirm her suspicions, a sudden burst of shouts came from outside the alley, and she clearly heard the shouts of those with some distinctive Venetian accents: "Viva San Marlo!" ”

Hearing this deafening shout, Lucrezia's originally flushed face suddenly turned pale with fright.

"They are Venetians," said Lucrezia, who immediately shrank back, raised her head in horror, "and they were shouting Long live St. Mark." ”

Alexander nodded, he knew that St. Mark was the patron saint of Venice, and in order to obtain the relics of this saint, the Venetians even went so far as to break the rules and dig up the bones of this saint from the grave by means of a live sacrifice.

Now these troops, holding the Venetian lion flag and shouting in the name of St. Mark, are naturally Venetians.

It's just that how could the Venetian suddenly appear here, although Alexander could vaguely guess, but he never thought that he would be so unlucky to really collide with the Venetian, and it was at a bad time when he was carrying the big burden of Lucrezia.

Whether it was him or Lucrezia, it would be a terrible situation at this time for whoever fell into the hands of the Venetians, and it would be even more troublesome for Lucrezia to be captured by Lucrezia, Alexander's arms around Lucrezia's waist, his hands crossed over her lower abdomen.

"Listen, if you don't want your father to spend a lot of money on you, you'd better be honest," Alexander whispered in Lucrezia's ear, and seeing her nod at once, Alexander continued, "We need to get out of here as soon as possible, maybe the people in the town will reveal our whereabouts, you have to listen to me, or I'll leave you alone and run away if necessary, understand?" ”

Lucrezia was startled by Alexander's intimidation, and she looked back at Alexander in panic, as if trying to see from his face if he would really do it.

"Don't look at me like that, if there's really danger I'll only look out for myself," Alexander thought he should make Lucrezia understand her current situation, "so you'd better be obedient, knowing that falling into the hands of the Venetians is completely different from falling into my hands." ”

"Then will you ask my father for ransom?" Lucrezia asked suddenly.

This made Alexander stunned for a moment, and then his mind couldn't help but think of the huge dowry that Alexander VI had prepared for Lucrezia.

"If I ask for 30,000 ducats, I don't know if your father will agree." Somehow, Alexander said this.

Lucrezia's face froze, she obviously didn't expect Alexander to ask, and just as she didn't know how to answer, a jumble of voices from the church steps outside the alley caught their attention.

The old man who had accosted Alexander suddenly appeared on the steps, and on each side of him was a Venetian soldier with a halberd, who had been dragged up the steps by them, and when he saw a priest in a vestment standing on the steps, the old man was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the priest with a stiff smile.

"Pastor, it's Venerable Pastor Ruowang, you're back." The old man stumbled over and tried to hold the pastor's hand and kiss it, but because he had drunk too much before, his eyes were glazed, and he scratched back and forth a few times, but he couldn't find out where the pastor's hand was because of ghosting.

"Little Evangelo's father," said the priest, staring coldly, "your son is my favorite young man, and he is the most devout believer, and I still remember how sincere he was when he partook of Holy Communion. But you, I remember very well that you screamed the most when I was whipped, and that you deliberately miscounted me so that the executioner would hit me a few more times, just because I had once reprimanded you in public because you were drunk and broke into the church, right? ”

"What do you mean, pastor, I have a lot of respect for you, and I approve of you always leaving him in the church for the purpose of teaching my son, don't you, pastor." The old man winked at the priest slyly, and when he saw that the priest's face changed color instantly, he kept shaking his head, "My son also left town after you left, I don't know where he went, but he would be glad if he knew that you were back." ”

The priest looked at the old man with a gloomy face, then suddenly turned around and snatched a whip from a nearby Venetian and whipped it at the old man without a head.

The old man was beaten and screamed, and he rolled on the ground with his head in his hands, until he rolled down the steps, and lay on the muddy ground panting for breath.

"Disappear from my eyes, I don't want to see you in town again." The priest said fiercely, and then his gaze swept to the townspeople who had just been driven out of their homes by the Venetians, "In the name of God I am back, you all know me, and I know every one of you, I remember the pain you have given me, but God is merciful and wise, and the pain I have experienced is a test given to me by God, so I have nothing but gratitude and no hatred for you, I only want you to keep the sacrament I have given you as before, which is the permission of the Doge of Venice, Anyone who tries to stop this sacred ritual is disrespectful and blasphemous to God, the Venetians have received a revelation from St. Mark, and I have brought you the blessings that God has bestowed upon you through St. Mark. ”

The people at the bottom of the stairs listened silently, their eyes only cold and indifferent, which made the priest seem to feel a little embarrassed, and a leader of the Venetian mercenaries in armor standing beside him had raised his hand impatiently and raised the whip in his hand.

"Listen, we want you to bring out wine, bread, meat, and salt, our men have been on the road for a long time, so I want you to vacate enough houses for my soldiers to rest, and during this time you must obey our orders in everything, or I will punish you with the severest punishment."

The stern voice of the mercenary leader frightened the townspeople, who looked in horror at the sudden appearance of the terrible soldiers, and saw them rudely weave through the crowd, and the people flashed to both sides as if they were hiding from the plague.

"Let's get out of here quickly." Alexander, who was looking at all this outside, whispered, he finally figured out why he had such uneasy feelings before.

Venice and the Vatican have been in an irresolvable conflict because of the Eucharist controversy, and although this religious disagreement sounds like a very lame reason, it is still a good disguise of the real great contradiction between the two sides.

The priest of this town was undoubtedly a supporter of the Eucharist ritual, or rather the pro-Venetian faction, and after being driven out by the patrolling priests, he eventually returned to the town with the Venetian mercenaries.

Alexander realized that this priest might come back to liquidate, but he never expected that his hunch would be accurate, and he actually let him really encounter such a thing.

Alexander carefully turned his horse's head, trying not to make a sound, and while the Venetians were still busy dealing with the villagers in front of the church, he urged the horse to walk quietly along the alley behind the house.

A figure suddenly flashed at the intersection on the other side, and Alexander couldn't help but hold Lucrezia's waist tightly with one hand, and the handle of the musket under the cloak with the other.

"Master, where are you going?" The old man's bloodied face appeared at the intersection, his eyes flashing at Lucrezia's panicked face, and he grinned, revealing a mouth full of rotten yellow teeth.