Miguel. Corero leaned tightly against the stained glass window behind him, Rome in April was no longer so cold, but since the news of the death of Caesar and Luclesia, he felt that his heart, which had been a little warm before, had solidified, like black iron submerged in ice and snow, both cold and hard—he slowly straightened up and stood on the windowsill where he could only put down most of his feet, not afraid of the height of tens of feet.

The Borgia Assassin looked down at the crowd at his feet, Pope Pius III fell to the ground, and Giulio Murphy. The Medici leaned over him, surrounded by a dozen or so cardinals with panicked looks, crowded with overlapping bodies, and he tried several times, but could not find a space for assassination - but when someone exclaimed, "There is an assassin", Miguel laughed, he suddenly raised his crossbow in his hand, and fired an arrow downwards at random, and a fat man in the crowd unfortunately became his target, and his fall caused another exclamation, and then Miguel shouted: "I am Miguel of Borgia!" ”

If the people were just panicking at first, the name of Borgia undoubtedly made them completely lose their minds, especially the man who had fallen, and after the black blood from his mouth, they all thought of the Borgia family's notorious poison "canterella", and they pushed and cried and just wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible, but the door of the church was tightly shut, and they had to run towards the colonnade, to the transept, to the apse...... At this time, Miguel. Corero slid from the narrow ledge along the rope he had prepared all the way to the ground, which he often did, but when he landed, he involuntarily leaned a little, and fell not firmly on the ground, but on the ground—the sword Caesar had given him before still wounded him, and the injured shoulder occasionally suddenly lost its strength.

The Assassin didn't bother with the sharp pain, he quickly got up from the ground and swung his dagger to stab the two men right in front of him, "Long live Borgia!" He shouted, and then went forward, and when the people saw him, they all retreated in fear, and the nobles who came to watch Mass also had swords hanging from their waists, and they were chainmailed, and there was only one thin man in front of them, but as soon as they heard Borgia's name, and saw the bruised faces of the fallen man, they lost the courage to resist—this was not what Miguel needed, and Borgia's assassins wielded their venomous daggers maliciously, forcing them towards the apse.

Joshua stood between the altar and the crowd.

Just a few minutes ago, he was still beside Pius III, on his knees, full of trepidation, and he just wanted to see what happened to his most beloved teacher, but his hand was pushed away before it could touch Julio's shoulder, and at the same time, Pius III gave him a hurried glance that made him shudder. Later, more people gathered around, and they wanted to remove the young bishop with black hair from the Holy Father first, but the Holy Father held him to death, and they could only reluctantly connect Pope Pius III to Giulio. The Medici moved behind the altar together—Joshua saw his biological father, Giuliano. Della. Cardinal Lovere was looking at him viciously, and he knew that he should now flock to the Father, as the other cardinals did, and not ......

"God!"

A man screamed in despair and crashed into him, Joshua failed to stabilize himself, his hip bone hit the hard stone, a piercing pain, and he heard another Cardinal Lovere shouting at these men—below the altar was St. Peter's Mausoleum, not everyone was qualified to step on it, but all he received was a rough rubbing, and more people kept coming up, and they broke up the procession of the Mass, running wherever they thought they could hide—separated by the crowd, Joshua saw Miguel. Lovere, the Assassin he had often seen at Caesar's side, was grinning merrily, taking off his hat, and making a playful salute to Joshua.

Immediately afterward, Miguel took a few big steps forward and blended in with the crowd.

Joshua's pupils constricted, he grabbed the candlestick on the altar, reached out and pulled out the candle that had been lit, and the hot wax oil sprinkled on his hand, but he didn't feel any pain at all, "Kill him!" He shouted, "Kill the assassin!" ”

When a man ran past him, he took hold of the candlestick and stabbed him in the eye with the tip of the candle, and the man screamed and fell, and Joshua immediately bent down and drew his dagger from him, and while others continued to rush up blindly and frantically, the blonde cardinal, dressed in white sacrificial robes, stabbed three men, two men, and one woman in succession.

"Are you crazy!" Juliano hiding behind the altar. Della. Seeing this, Lovere couldn't help but shout.

"He's only one man!" Joshua didn't care who fell at his feet, and when those who were confused by death were shocked by death, he pointed to the crowd and shouted, "Look, there is only one man, one mortal!" ”

Joshua's high-pitched and shrill voice echoed through the cathedral, and after a few seconds of silence, some of them immediately came to their senses, they drew their weapons, and then watched the people around them, distancing themselves from each other, and at once making Miguel . Corero was exposed.

Borgia's Assassin's eyes widened slightly, and then he laughed - look at whom, Rodrigo, your son is surrounded by all of them - they didn't kill Julio. The Medici took it in their eyes, because he was just a lost puppy, and the result was Giulio, who made their ambitions come to naught; Nor did they look down on Joshua, Pope Alexander VI's favor on him was nothing more than a disguise and a deal, and in their perception he was weaker than Giulio, and it was such a weak man who almost destroyed his last chance for revenge......

He suddenly calmed down, "Get out of the way of irrelevant people." He said: "The Cantarella in Borgia is with me. ”

Hearing his words, some of the eager ones hesitated, and they even unconsciously backed away to make way for the Assassins to reach the altar.

Joshua looked at him and said nothing, just in Miguel. Corero's footsteps grew faster and faster, and he was almost about to rush in front of him, when he suddenly bent slightly, grabbed the heavy golden frankincense box from the altar, and slammed it into the assassin's face!

The frankincense powder that was still burning in the frankincense box, and the charcoal particles that fueled the burning were scattered from the air like a torrential rain, not only hitting Miguel, but also affecting the people around him, and a wail suddenly resounded through the church, and while the frankincense box was still in the air, Joshua had already grabbed the three layers of white linen on the altar, pulled them all down, lit them with the candles that had been dumped on the side, and then carried them without flinching, and pounced on Miguel, who could barely open his eyes.

Miguel stabbed forward on instinct, Joshua gritted his teeth and waved his arms—he could feel the Assassin's dagger piercing and tearing through the white linen, and he could barely pass through them and wound his enemies—and Cantarella, as we all know, never survived when he saw blood.

Joshua could feel it, and of course Miguel could feel it, but his arm suddenly lost its strength, the thin linen became an iron wall, his hand hung limply, the dagger fell to the ground, and he was reluctant to raise the crossbow with his other hand, but the people around him had already followed Joshua's example, and set their cloaks and shawls on fire and threw them far away—and they poured holy oil on them.

"Burn him! Burn him! Burn him! They stamped their feet and shouted.

The women screamed and the men murmured as the black, distorted figure could lift the crossbow, which had also been burned out of shape, and the men could not help but muttered to God to take the devil.

Only Joshua stepped forward, and he swung his dagger and cut off the hand.

The hand landed with its master, the flames clinging to it, still burning—the stench of burning hair, skin, and muscles was disgusting with the rich smell of frankincense.

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Della. Cardinal Lovere returned to his mansion with a gloomy face, caught him off guard by what had happened today—but before he could summon his men, the servants came to tell him that Cardinal Lovere Jr. had arrived and needed to talk to him alone.

Of course, he could not refuse, for whatever reason, and as soon as he saw Joshua, he asked angrily, "What are you doing here?" You should stay with the Father...... At this time......"

Joshua looked around, it was the first time he had entered this place, first he couldn't, then he didn't want to.

"He's watching over Julio." Joshua said.

When he said this, Cardinal Lovere became even more angry: "Do you know what you did?! ”

"I know." Joshua said, "I saved my teacher's life. ”

"You killed someone," said Cardinal Lovere, grimacing, "and almost lost your own life." ”

"That's what Giulio did."

"So he's an idiot." Cardinal Lovere said: "Is he dead? Should die, there is never a survivor under Canterella, unless the devil is willing to put his soul back. ”

But how much the teacher loved him, Joshua said in his heart, the teacher had loved him before, and now he loved him even more, and he was not even willing to change the robe soaked in black blood. If it were him, he would be willing to die.

Cardinal Lovere seemed to see what he had not uttered, "even if the dying man were you," he said causticly, "that Picomini would not love you—has his gaze turned from Giulio to you once in twenty years?" Not counting the ...... of abhorrence and boredom, of course."

"He'll change his mind," Joshua argued, "and I saved his life." ”

"yes, at the cost of four lives." The thought of the four dead gave Cardinal Loveré a headache, for the people who could participate in such a mass were definitely not civilians or ordinary businessmen, and that he could not try to cover them up or frame them in full view.

"The teacher will understand."

"But I don't understand." Cardinal Lovere said wearily: "Do you know what those people will say when they leave? They will call you the devil. "The pamphlets he had distributed before had almost all been useless, nay, or rather, worse than useless work, for the bad reputation had gone all to his son, not to Giulio. Medici.

He glanced at Joshua and was disappointed to find that Joshua did not understand, he understood, and he was just willing to bear it for the sake of his teacher.

"What else do you want to tell me?" "If there's nothing of great importance," asked Cardinal Lovere, "you should go back," and with a last bit of expectation, he said, "Go back and see Julio. In the case of the Medici, it was a little more mournful. That's what the Father wants to see. ”

Joshua pursed his lips, "I do have something to ask you. He said, "Miguel. Corero couldn't do that much alone - the doors of St. Peter's Basilica were even closed from the outside. ”

Cardinal Lovere's crocodile eyes stared at him for a moment: "It's not me," he didn't even bother to defend and scold: "You are only twenty-six years old, and the Holy See can have an eight-year-old priest, an eighteen-year-old cardinal, but there will not be a twenty-six-year-old pope." ”

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