"Jump, foal!"

Joe. When the Medici had finished shouting, he lay comfortably on a silky silk carpet, letting the sun scorch him, and ate like a fallen Roman, leaning on cylindrical cushions and goose-down cushions, and before him lay cakes poured with honey, white bread, and charred cheese, dried apricots and peaches. His figure was already plump, not to mention, after losing his favorite wine, he developed an almost fanatical love for sweets, and he would even fill the priests' robes with cream of puff dough, and while they were singing, because of the proximity to the fireplace, the cream fused and oozing out of his pockets, staining a large white stain on the black fabric.

Bishop Picomini punished him harshly for this, but was unable to reverse Joe. The Medici temperament, he was still optimistic like a ram, and after accepting the punishment, his first reaction was not anger, not protest, nor evasion, but to try to make up for what he had eaten less during the punishment. According to Giulio's calculations, he could eat the equivalent of him, Caesar, and Lucraea at every meal, and his body swelled to the naked eye, causing Giulio to worry if he would one day get stuck in a small hallway.

Joe wasn't worried about that, and not only that, but it was a little bit of a good thing. However, as an older brother, he still has a sense of responsibility, such as now...... While his body can't be with Giulio, his heart can.

The fifty-first time Giulio jumped over the firethorn bush, he could clearly feel the surface of his feet passing through the hard branches of the firethorn, and he almost fell into the firethorn bush, the branches of the firethorn were covered with sharp thorns, which, combined with speed and gravity, could pierce the cotton cloth and skin, causing small but not negligible pain.

This is Rome, the Silver Palace, the lair of the Supreme Master of the Templar Order, of course, the "Gladiator" can't put the training equipment and courses of the Assassins on the bright side, fortunately, in the early stage of the martial arts course, the children have to learn things that are not much different, running, jumping, stretching limbs, strengthening endurance and tenacity, and he is not ready to confess to Giulio for the time being, the little Medici is talented and kind-hearted, but he is still too young, human changes are often only in a blink of an eye, and there may not be no traitors among the assassins," The fighter is no longer the impulsive young man who would cut his lip by the enemy, he has patience and perseverance.

"I have a question."

"Oh? Please speak. The "Gladiator" slapped the coarse salt and mutton fat in his hands, and at the end of the day, he had to massage Giulio's back and limbs to make sure that the little Medici would not be overtired or injured from the heavy course.

"You're a martial arts instructor of the Medici, aren't you?" Giulio deliberately aggravated

The "fighter" who was wondering if the clever kid would have guessed his identity: "You mean Joe? ”

Giulio didn't answer, he half-sat up and made a gesture for "keg," which was to say that if they didn't care anymore, they were going to get a Joe." Barrels".

"Fighter" no longer hides his smile: "Of course Joe has his lessons too, don't worry, Julio, Joe will be busy soon." ”

In order to fulfill his promise, the "Gladiator" left Julio's room and went to Joe's room, Joe did not have the talent to become an assassin, no, not even the talent and perseverance to be a swordsman, he was a symbol of the wide heart and fat body in the mortal world, the messenger of Bacchus, the god of wine, and people knew at a glance that he must be a priest from Rome, because there would be no other priest who could be fatter and more juicy than the priest of the Holy Land.

The lessons "The Fighter" gave him were fundamentally different from Julio's, and all Joe needed was a jackal-like nose and hare-like agility and speed, and to put it bluntly, all he needed was the ability to see and hear in all directions, plus the ability to hide and escape quickly in any situation.

For Joe, the requirements for the "Gladiator" have been lowered very low, however the second day, the third day, the fourth day...... Julio was content not to see Joe's round body in full swing, and the Encouragement Overseer was actually gloating.

"Alas, Our Lady is above," on the fifth day Jo could not stand it anymore, he liked to lie in bed, or in any soft place to enjoy his wine, cured meats, and cakes, he did not think that he would meet an Assassin, he was always in the safest place, the Medici mansion, or the bishop's quarter, and he considered himself an insignificant little man, and there were so many cardinals in Rome, what calamity would befall him, an honest and good man, instead of befalling them? On the evening of the fifth day, he secretly found the martial arts teacher's room and gave him a bag of florins, "Here are five gold florins (gold coins minted in Florence)." He said sincerely, "Teacher, take it, you have been working hard for a long time and need to rest for a while." ”

"How long do you want me to rest?"

"Ten days...... Isn't it possible? So five days, three days? In three days, I'll give you five more gold florins. Jo folded his hands, and even when he prayed to the Virgin, he was not so religious.

"Then that's it," said the "fighter," "I think I do need a few days off." With that, he unceremoniously took Joe's bag.

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The "Gladiator" left the Silver Palace at noon the next day, he changed into a more luxurious and splendid outfit, hung the bag containing the golden florin from his waist, and carried with him no weapon except a Spanish left-handed dagger that was more ornamental than practical, and he rode his horse, and the Silver Lake was at the foot of the Apennines, and it took a day to walk from Rome, and it took about five hours to ride a horse, and even less time for the skilled horseman, and when the sky turned dark purple, the "Gladiator" entered Rome, Surrounding God's earthly dwellings are ruins, slums and prostitutes, where only lowly prostitutes are present, dressed in yellow or adorned with yellow ribbons so that they can be recognized at a glance, both by law and by custom.

It was only when he walked here that the "Fighter" felt that his gaze on his back relaxed slightly, and he led the horse and walked leisurely on the muddy road, while admiring the wonderful carcasses on the side of the road, these prostitutes could not wait to untie the cover on their bodies as soon as they saw the visitors, and when they arrived at the dense place of the prostitution, they may only have a yellow ribbon left on them, in December, Rome has a chill at night, "Fighter" Eagle-like eyes could easily see the small bumps on their skin raised by the cold, and even so, they kept writhing and beckoning their guests with trembling voices—some of whom were dragged into the prostitution not even because they were tempted, but because they pity them.

The "Fighter" turned a blind eye to all this, and behaved like a sophisticated and ruthless prostitute, with a critical eye and a contemptuous expression, which made some prostitutes who wanted to come forward when they saw him young and beautiful discouraged their previous thoughts. They were even relieved when he stopped in front of a prostitution house, where prostitutes were abused and killed every day, and the murderers had to pay only one or two golden florins and ducats (Venetian gold coins), they wanted money, but their lives were undoubtedly much more important.

The "Fighter" had been following him since the time of Silver Lake, and he did not leave him until he appeared in front of a window with a beautiful face and a plump body.

Surrounded by the pungent smell of spices and perfumes, the "fighter" who collapsed on the bed couldn't help but frown, his nose was almost spoiled by the fresh air of the silver lake, not to mention the bedbugs and fleas that were partying day and night, and he reluctantly took off his clothes in Paula's white eyes and set them up on the chair that could be seen from the window. Paula, the prostitute, stepped forward and sat on his knees with a swaying body, no one could have imagined that they would talk in secret in this ambiguous position.

"How many more of us still have in Rome?" "Fighter" asked in a low voice, grabbing the back of Paula's neck.

"Less than twenty." Paula replied, stretching out her lips.

"Too little."

"There's no way around it." Paula deliberately shouted twice, then lowered her voice again: "Rodrigo. After the death of Sixtus IV, Borgia ordered the Templars to inspect the city, and when the elections were over, he purged Rome once again in the name of quelling the revolt, and even I had to move my prostitution here, which was not affected much, but the source of information was almost cut off. ”

A fat bug jumped on the back of the "fighter", he stretched out two fingers, grabbed it, crushed it, and changed his position: "You don't want to do anything lately." ”

"Am I being suspected?" Paula didn't think so, there were seven thousand prostitutes in the city of Rome, and she was just one of them.

"Recently two Dominican monks presented Rodrigo with a book, perhaps you have heard of it—The Witch's Mallet."

Paula's eyes widened, and she raised her voice to curse a lewd foul word, of course she knew that before the book was finished, countless prostitutes had been victimized by it, and that they had not only played with them for free and wantonly, but also robbed them of the money they had bought for their dignity and their lives: "And how long are we going to hide?" She whispered in the Fighter's ear.

"Rodrigo. Borgia has agreed with Henry. Tudor's request. ”

"Tudor boy?" Paula thought for a moment, she had received the French squire of the so-called last man in Lancaster, a foul-smelling fellow, but from his mouth, she pulled out a lot of information: "He intends to support Henry. Tudor? It's not like something Borgia would do. ”

"Borgia has always been a gambler," the "fighter" said indifferently, "and this is not the first time, and it is not the last." And the Templar Order also needed money. ”

"There's obviously something else in this regard," Paula said sarcastically, and her expression turned serious, "When did it start?" ”

"I don't know yet."

"Then don't go in, then," said Paula, "and we'll just keep an eye on Henry. Tudor was still in Rome, and when he left, it was time for the Templars to come out. She swayed back and forth angrily, "Unfortunately, we can't estimate how long this battle will last. ”

"It won't be long, we'll have to move fast."

A peculiar smile appeared on Paula's face: "Do you think Richard III will be defeated?" ”

"To the commoners he is a good man, to others he is just an ignorant tyrant."

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No one knows what happened in the prostitution, and in August 1485, Henry. Tudor, financed by King Charles VIII of France, set sail from Avler, with his uncle, knights, and 2,000 "French mercenaries" in a fleet of 2,000 men, who landed in Mirbe and captured nearly ten cities in just twenty days. On 22 August, he and Richard III faced off at Bosworth. Tudor's stepfather, Lord Stanley, and his ally, the Earl of Northumberland, refused Richard III's order to stand by and his brother William. Sir Stanley led 3,000 men to fight against him, and Richard III fought to the death with his crown on his head, and his crown fell from the bushes, but Lord Stanley recovered it and dedicated it to Henry. Tudor.

Henry. The first thing Tudor did when he became king of England was to open the treasury, and 2,000 Templars and sergeants who had participated in the battle under the guise of "French mercenaries" secretly returned with nearly 100,000 gold pennies. Borgia was relieved, and with this merit, he was not ashamed to give his son Caesar three honorable positions in a row - the rectory of Gandhia, the provost of Alba and Hadiva, and the treasurer of the Cathedral of Cartagena. Medici's income.

There is also the second marriage of his youngest daughter, Luclesia, the jewel of the Borgia family, similar to the Santa Kanti family in Foligno, her second husband is also an Italian nobleman, and the five-year-old girl and the eleven-year-old boy also mean that the marriage date will be declared null and void in a short time, but the ceremony should still be held as usual, as well as Luclayia's dowry.

Julio closed his eyes and sighed, "Lucresia, didn't you say you won't come to me again in the near future?" ”

"But I'm getting married soon." Lucretia sat on the windowsill and tugged hard at her dressing gown, which was caught by the roses under the windowsill. Julio jumped out of bed and helped her destroy the expensive silk robe.

"I'm getting married," Lucrecia repeated in a whisper, opening her palm upwards, "Don't you want to give me a gift?" ”

Julio looked at the five-year-old girl with mixed feelings, hundreds of years later, the biggest trouble for a child at this age may be just having to brush her teeth every night or not getting an extra piece of cake, but Lucrecia has become a wife twice in a row, although there is no need to really fulfill the marriage obligation, but every time the marriage contract is made, it means that Lucrea has to spend some time in a strange, hostile and critical place for her, not so much a member of the family, but a hostage with a dowry.

"What do you want?" Giulio asked softly.

Lucretia stopped suddenly, she didn't seem to expect that there would be such a question waiting for her, what did she want? Gemstones, pearls or gold coins? "I want ......" I want to stay here.

When Lucrecia found out what she really wanted, she finally began to cry bitterly, she did not dare to cry in front of the nurse and the maid, because she was afraid that her father would be disappointed when he found out, she was the treasure of the Borgia family, and she was also the weapon of the Borgia family, her brothers wielded their swords, and she needed to smile, but she really did not want to leave the silver palace, her father, mother, brother and ...... Friend.

She couldn't even tell Caesar that she knew Caesar loved her, but Caesar ......

"Excuse me......"

The sound coming from the window made Giulio almost jump out of bed with Luclayia, and Giulio grasped the dagger alertly, then saw a familiar face on the windowsill.

"Did I disturb you?" "Fighter" asked.

What can you bother? Julio really wanted to ask back, but there was a real five-year-old girl here, and he could only shake his head. But when he saw that the other party was about to leave Shi Shiran, he suddenly remembered something.

"Wait," he said, "I need two freshly boiled eggs." Lucracia's eyes were swollen from crying.

"Are you hungry?"

"No, it's used to reduce swelling."

While Julio wrapped the egg in a silk handkerchief and rubbed Lucrecia around his eyes, the "Fighter" kept looking at it with interest: "This is what Bishop Picromini taught you?" ”

"No," said Giulio, "only occasionally I heard from a monk. ”

"Fighter" smiled meaninglessly, and not only did he help Giulio get the freshly boiled eggs from the kitchen, but he also helped him get Luracia back.