The Medici attaché and friends rushed to the altar, but the Assassins in the crowd met them. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 In front of the altar of info marble, Lorenzo is alone in front of three despicable murderers: one is the chief priest, who clutches a silver reliquary encrusted with precious stones for defense, and in the other hand he unskillfully grasps a broad dagger with a nervous expression; The assistant priests, who had already thrown away the sacrificial items, were in the role of the main culprits, they were tall, their features were rough under the hood, and they held their left stabs and short knives in a very similar posture, Lorenzo remembered, one of them was the martial arts teacher of the Pache family, with whom Giuliano had a brief confrontation during a horse competition.

Lorenzo wanted to find his brother, but the Assassins had apparently recovered from a rough beginning, and they pounced ferociously on the Medici's parents, their weapons glistening in the candlelight, thirsting for noble blood; The unarmed murderer had to wave the cloak and wrap it around his arm, the cloak used to show luxury and status, which had always seemed heavy and inconvenient in normal times, but now became the best substitute for a shield.

The people who approached the altar screamed, some brave people drew their weapons, many more desperately tried to escape, and the people behind couldn't figure out what was going on.

Lorenzo's struggle with the murderer continued, and the hands accustomed to wielding the quill and the holy water bottle inevitably looked clumsy when wielding weapons, and naturally the Medici used it as the best breakthrough. He kicked a jug away and smashed it into the priest who was wrapped around his feet with the fallen Eucharistic cloth, who screamed and fell backwards, knocking over the high-speed rail stand and the reading platform where the candles were placed, and the candles on the iron shelves flew out, but fortunately landed on the damp and cold marble floor, and only a few ignited the little silk hanging from the wall.

When the fire was extinguished, only the pale golden sunlight from the rose window illuminated the empty cathedral, and according to the design of the cathedral, almost all the light was concentrated on the altar near noon. Against a backdrop of solemn gray stone, the bright light clearly cut the white-clad deacon and the red-clad Medici, separated at the ends of the great altar covered with three layers of linen, staring at each other in madness and hatred, and the muscles clenched by the clenching of their teeth cast an unusually thick shadow on their faces.

The remaining two Assassins were much more skilled than the priests, they were light on their feet, skilled in martial arts, and worked together in perfect harmony, and if it weren't for the sturdy and pliable chain mail and the iron candle stand that the Medici grabbed in time (his sword accidentally fell under the altar as it fell), they might have done their job - one or two undodgeable blows pierced through the fine silver-plated iron rings, and the broken metal circles and the tips of the swords were deeply embedded in Lorenzo's body, blood gushing down. But out of anger and nervousness, the Medici parents had no time to care, until two attachés, who had finally escaped their rivals, rushed to the altar to answer them.

"Where's Juni?!" Lorenzo nimbly grabbed the longsword thrown by the attaché and asked aloud as he drew his weapon. He saw the cardinal, dragging his wide robes, disappearing in panic at the edge of the gate, and the stern face of the painter and close friend Leonadona flashing behind the pillar, but he could not catch Giuliano's blood-red velvet cloak embroidered with a golden coat of arms among the thousands of totes of heads and arms. Although he repeatedly tried to convince himself that Giuliano had escaped danger, he knew that his brother would not leave his brother in a life-or-death situation if Giuliano was safe. "O Blessed Virgin Mary," he prayed fervently in his heart, "let him only be wounded, only wounded, not dead - even if he loses an arm or a leg." ”

No one or god answered him, and more hostile swords rose up to serve Cardinal Rafaello? Advance? The clergy who entered the church under the name of Liariaudi pulled down their sacred turbans and revealed their faces as Gentiles, and they waved their weapons and carved a bloody path through the panicked crowd to Lorenzo de' Medici.

Loyal subordinates clung to Lorenzo's arm and half-forcedly dragged him back behind the empty altar.

Santa Maria? Bender? There were no seating, only low kneeling stools, the walls were empty, and the back door was always closed and locked, and the entrance was firmly controlled by the enemy—but one of the attachés soon discovered that the door to the reliquary was open. Without thinking, they rushed into what was to say the most sturdy, secret room in the entire church, with its two unusually heavy bronze doors, and it took the last of their strength for the Medici loyalists to finally close them and let go of the heavy latches.

Forced into the depths of the room, Lorenzo shook off his entourage and threw himself on the hard metal relief, his eyes and lips pressed against the narrow slit, calling out first to his brother, then to his loyal friends, who had volunteered to block the door of the reliquary, to buy time for his companions who were closing.

The only answers to him were insults and shouts in an unfamiliar accent, and the sound of weapons slashing against the gates.

The attachés were silent, trying to suppress the Medici parents, and more than one of them saw Bernardo? How did Bandini's knife cut open the skull of Giuliano de' Medici, and if the Virgin had mercy, he would have been able to escape that terrible injury, Francisco? Morality? Patch's multiple stabs have also cut off the last hope.

Lorenzo's eyes were blurred and exhausted, he felt anxious and thirsty, his blood seemed to turn into hot flames rushing out of his mouth and nose, his reason was gone, and the thirst for revenge had replaced all lust...... As the attachés pondered whether or not to knock him unconscious, his body collapsed abruptly after a powerful spasm.

The attachés panicked, and they pulled the collar of Lorenzo's tight tunic so he could breathe well. Tossing and turning to examine his trembling body by touch—the glimmer of light seeping through the crack in the door was not enough to satisfy the human eye, but the reliquary, which had neither windows nor flint and candles for ignition—and the cathedral, though it had only been built, was still filled with precious relics of saints, crowns, scepters, chalices, icons, images and manuscripts, spices, painted manuscripts, tapestries, precious metals, and ...... The cautious servants of the gods will not allow any hidden danger to arise here.

Eventually, some attentive fellow found a long, narrow cut on the left side of his neck, unusually swollen and hot, and wet all around. It was then that they noticed that Lorenzo was sweating profusely, and one of the attachés, named Antonio, unthinkingly bent down and approached Lorenzo to suck out the venom for him.

"It doesn't help."

The sound behind them startled everyone, and several young men suddenly turned around, blocking the Medici's parents behind them, and clenched their daggers or daggers.

The man standing in the darkness moved, and he opened his palm, and in the palm of his hand was a small glass bottle, and a faint but clear turquoise light illuminated his strangely shaped knuckles and deep palm prints. "No need to be nervous, young Medici." The monk said in the Florentine dialect familiar to the Medici, and with his other hand he pulled down his turban, "It's just phosphorous powder, a glowing powder that can be read to protect books that are too old from the glare and fire; It doesn't do much harm......" The monk paused, then took two steps forward, completely ignoring the swords that were approaching his throat and chest—he hung his neck and looked with an indescribable gaze at Lorenzo, who was gasping for breath in pain. Morality. Medici: "At least, it's kinder than Medici's blood—the venom remains in the wound and in nearby clots, and if you suck it rashly, you can do nothing but give away a precious life." ”

He humbly lowered his body and let the terrible green glow shine on the dying man's face, searching intently for every detail: "Look, he is sweating profusely, his breathing is quickening, he shivers, his tongue is stiff," he said with great interest, "it means that the venom has entered his veins, and perhaps in a little while it will enter the heart, where it will be most effective - he will have convulsions all over his body, breathing hard, his heart beating slow." If that'......" the monk looked up and said his conclusion.

"In that case...... He will surely die. ”