"You wait here for me," said Caesar, to Lucrea, "I'll come out with them at once, and we'll dine together." According to the canon of the fifteenth century, the monks and clergy had only one or two formal meals a day, but Bishop Picromini, who had a deep knowledge of medicine, had long since discovered that it was very important to replenish food in a timely manner as a child, and if he had to go hungry as a child, even if he could become an adult, he would appear thin, rickety, and sluggish, so that young people and children under the age of twenty could receive extra care. Bolgias, Lovere, and Medici, like Bolgia, Lovere, and the Medici, were ready to eat whenever they wanted, and there was no shortage of plump hams, snow-white bread, and fresh vegetables and berries in the Palazzo Picomini.

The children's hands were still weak, and even for Bishop Picromini he used to send his three students under the pretext of copying scriptures, copying was still only a way to practice. The children with three illustrious surnames never had to worry about running out of ink and paper, but Bishop Picromini, who was not a fan of frugality, had no interest in meaningless spending, and let his pupils practice copying and drawing on discarded parchment, a large part of which came from Florence, and the Medici family had been collecting ancient Greek and Roman texts from an early age, some of which had to be destroyed because they involved polytheistic worship. It is to use pumice stone to grind away the original handwriting on the parchment paper, and then write new words on it.

The work was done almost with regret, if at the beginning, he still had only a literal understanding of the era, after Foligno he could have felt its ignorance, coldness and cruelty, he did not try to leave anything behind, maybe for a Medici, he would have thought it was nothing, but in the avalanche, every snowflake would have felt innocent - there was a warm pine scent around him, Joshua was trying to concoct the golden paint, The main materials used are resin and gold dust, real gold dust, and in the manuscripts, this precious pigment is used to depict the aura behind the saint's head, angels and wings, and the light cast from the clouds, as well as the saint's name, the capital letters at the beginning, and other important places. Not far away, there is also a five-color ink made of mineral powders such as malachite, turquoise, and cinnabar.

The precious paints coveted by these ordinary painters were also the material for their practice, and Bishop Picromini was stubborn about the parchment that could still be painted even if a layer had been worn off, believing that wrong textures and colors could lead to errors of consciousness and cognition that formed at a young age and were difficult to correct when they needed to actually copy a holy book.

This is also the origin of the "Happy Prince" in Lucrecia's hand. In the 15th century, few people would really care for and help the poor, or rather, they believed that a man's soul was more important than his body, and they would rather give money to a poor man to complete his dying rites than hire a doctor, buy herbs and food for him before he died—perhaps only Bishop Picromini could accept this idea, although Giulio had changed a lot before writing this story, and he deleted the ugly face of the mayor and his retinue, It adds to the gratitude of many poor people to God and the Holy Spirit after receiving unknown gifts, and even falsifies the ending, after the broken heart of the Happy Prince and the body of the swallow are picked up by the angels, so that the local bishop hears the angel's voice and rebuilds the huge statues for them.

What Giulio did not know was that of his many readers, the youngest Lucresia, knew him best, and she did not see the praise and prayer of the poor people to God and the Holy Spirit, nor did she care about the great beauty of their new statues, and although she was comforted by the fact that the Happy Prince and the Swallow were finally able to enter heaven, she could not help but grieve that their good deeds were unknown and unrewarded, and that she was even more annoyed by those who had received favor but were unkind.

While waiting for her brother and friend to come out, she took out a manuscript from her burqa and looked at it, this manuscript was specially designed for children who were too young to recognize too many words, the pictures occupied the theme, and below it was a simple sentence or two, which she had read dozens of times, but it was still so relishing.

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Palazzo Picromini is a grayish-yellow three-storey building that looks like a hollow square lattice when viewed from above, which was characteristic of most buildings of the time, and was both a place to live and study, but also a fortified fortress. Luigi. Borgia was led by the monks through the dimly lit portico, through the reception room and the prayer room, and was greeted by the green central courtyard, with overflow pools and canals, Luigi breathed deeply as he passed, the water vapor carried the cold smell of rocks, and there was no smell of sulfur, indicating that the water here did not come from the river, but from the ground, very deep, and it was almost impossible to attack this place.

He had seen Lucretia sitting in the alcove earlier than the monks, and Luigi had seen his half-sister for the first time, and compared to the others, it was not admiration and tenderness that overflowed from his heart, but a malice that could not be removed...... The two friars who led him to the study of Bishop Picromini only to find that the visitor had suddenly disappeared.

Lucrecia kept her head down, Luigi, who had already trained as a Templar Knight, walked lightly and silently, but in any case, he was unable to hide his massive body or allow light to pass through, which caused his first blow to miss - Luclayia slid off the stone bench of the alcove when she noticed that the light had suddenly dimmed, her burqa pulled up high, her soft skin bruised by the rough stone, but she was still a Borgia after all, and as she fell, She saw the pointed-toe shoes and the leggings of the visitors, and the Pictromini Palace, where all the monks and priests, and her nurses and maids-in-waiting were all women, who would enter the palace without notice in worldly clothes? As Luigi grabbed her quickly, he couldn't contain her from screaming.

Seeing the distance between himself and the ground—definitely not the distance that the eight-year-old Caesar could have made—Lucrecia screamed further, the screams of the toddler filled with terrifying penetration, and Luigi immediately heard footsteps coming from everywhere. But the fastest, the three boys in the copying room.

Before Luclecia screamed, Caesar was still urging Giulio to revise the painting, well, that's right, the private chats, forced repairs, and urgings in the 15th century were all because of Lucrecia, Giulio didn't doubt it at all, and Caesar didn't mind being the paranoid in "Ten Days of Danger" if it was necessary, knocking off the author's legs, and torturing until he was willing to keep writing what satisfied Luracia...... At the first shout, they only paused and jumped up from their chairs.

Caesar squinted, although the copyroom was bright, there was still a difference between indoor and outdoor, he held his dagger in his hand when he rushed out, little Borgia had no intention of negotiating with the robbers of Lucrea, and at the same time he also knew that he was only eight years old, an adult, or more correctly, a seasoned assassin, did not care about his threats at all, all he had to do was delay the other party's actions.

Luigi recognized his half-brother at once, he grinned, threw Lucrecia, who was still screaming, on his left shoulder, and with a turn, his thick right hand grabbed Caesar's wrist holding the dagger, and he deliberately used his force slowly so that the other party could clearly hear the sound of flesh rubbing against bone. He didn't care about the other child's attack, a crockpot that shattered at Luigi's feet, and out of it crawled a viper, whose fangs pierced through his leggings and pierced into his flesh before Luigi could react.

Luigi roared in rage, and with a quick stomp of the viper, he threw Lucrecia to the ground, drew his Spanish short sword at his waist, and stabbed Joshua.

By this time, Giulio had already come behind Joshua, and he threw a burning book at Luigi—and Luigi only tilted his head slightly, but just when he thought he would lose a few whiskers at most, the book exploded in his ears almost explosively, and a huge ball of flame enveloped half of his head.

The monks and priests who arrived saw this, and at the order of Bishop Picromini, they extinguished the flames and helped Luigi, whose face was full of blistering, and thanks to Giulio and Joshua, Bishop Picromini's people were already very good at treating burns and burns, and they hurriedly moved Luigi to the canal and asked the kitchen to bring fresh fish skins.

Bishop Picromini did not care about Luigi, the name of Borgia he had heard of when he was in Rome, a beast, and his intentions could be guessed by the bishop, although he was afraid of Rodrigo. Borgia could not seriously injure or kill his half-siblings, but some of the lessons and "guidance" up to this point were innocuous and trivial. He walked slowly to the four children, and his gaze first fell on the dagger disguised as a large cross: "Weapon? As Borgia looked unnaturally to the other side, he turned to the viper: "A venomous bulging-necked snake? Aren't you worried that it will bite Lucresia? ”

"The poison sac has already been removed." Joshua whispered, "I just ...... Want to stall for time. ”

"It's very thoughtful, but I didn't expect that an enraged enemy would be willing to give you time to explain." Bishop Picromini nodded sarcastically, then sniffed hard, "Sulfur powder." He looked at the last child: "You said you were going to surprise me, and that's good, I saw it." ”

Julio cupped his forehead, "I'm sorry, Teacher. ”

"A bunch of fools!" Bishop Picromini concluded.

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Luigi's eyes and ears were hurt, and Borgia and Picromini's return to Rome had to be delayed, and even Lucrecia couldn't help but pout when he heard that the stupid big man was complaining and cursing in his room, and he acted like an innocent victim in the first place.

Bishop Picromini described the whole thing in detail in his letter, and the bishop could admit in front of Caesar that he did favor Julio, but between Luigi and his students, he did not hesitate to side with the students, deliberately pretending not to know that it was also Rodrigo. Borgia's child scolded the rude messenger with a bloody squirt, and his body was completely untouched. Forced Rodrigo had to let his henchman Miguel ride to Pienza day and night to clean up for his eldest son, and Bishop Picromini also asked for a very unceremonious sum of money for medical expenses, lodging and water, as well as Mass and candles, because Luigi had blasphemed the Holy Spirit in the presence of the Lord, and in order to wash away his sins, several Masses were absolutely indispensable.

Alas, while Bishop Picromini is a man of integrity among the clergy, he is no less than intimidating, blackmailing, and incriminating.

At the end of October, they had to return to Rome, 1484 was an eventful year, and 1485 was not much better, and Bishop Picromini did not want the peaceful city of Pienza to become a revelry for the Assassins, and it was probably for this reason that Pius II, whose uncle never returned to live after the completion of the Palazzo Picromini.

The burns and burns on Luigi's face were almost healed, but the half-burned fluffy hair had not grown back so quickly, and he had stripped all his hair like the early monks, but instead of making him look holy, it made him more rough and vicious.

He wanted revenge, but with Bishop Picromini and Miguel there, it was simply impossible.

However, Caesar, Giulio, and Joshua were all punished by Bishop Picromini, which made them less like Borgias, Medici, and Lovere before they returned to Rome.

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Lorenzo. The Medici also learned about it from the letters of the Bishop of Picromini and the monks he had sent to him, and he responded with a large sum of money (for the bishop) and a martial arts teacher.

He was a strong young man, and like most of Florence, he was lavishly dressed - his coat was mainly white tweed, with wide scarlet trim, a placket and a placket as elegant as a swallow, a rich silver belt around his waist, brown leggings and boots, silver buttons on his sleeves that ran from his wrists to his elbows, and silk underwear peeking out from the flipped neckline. The only parts that can indicate his martial arts teacher are the weapons hanging from the belt and the leather armor covering the shoulders and chest, black calfskin, quilted with soft velvet, forming a diamond-shaped lattice on the surface, brass buttons pinned to the interlaced threads, and the fixed straps forming a cross on the back at an angle of forty-five degrees.

"Hello," he said, bending down and looking at Julio carefully for a moment, then he said, "Julio. . . Medici, I'm your martial arts teacher, huh...... You can call me 'Fighter'. ”