Leonardo. Leonardo da Vinci was imprisoned in a large, filthy wooden box originally intended for pigs, the bottom of which was half-rotten straw mixed with pig manure, and his "neighbors" were also snorting pigs, so that he could not only hide the sound he made in the wooden box, but also blur the stench that emanated from the box—these people would not even untie the rope from his hand, let alone untie him and let him go out to solve his personal problems, and his feces could only be solved directly in the box.

Just like Miguel. Correro commanded that they were only responsible for sending him alive to Caesar. In Borgia's hands, nothing else, his heart sank more and more, and it was evident that Miguel thought he was going to die, and, as he himself could guess, it would probably not be a pleasant death, but a short one.

But Leonardo was not the kind of person who would give up easily, especially for his own life, and he desperately bent his feet in the small wooden box, kept his knees as close to his chest as possible, buried his head in his knees, and then passed his hands behind his back through his feet and put them in front of him—they tied his wrists with cowhide ropes, and tightly, and his face was draped with an instrument of torture called "the witch's bridle" - it was iron, like a hollowed-out birdcage, and it was directly over the head of the victim. An iron bar full of spikes protrudes from the mouth and plunges it directly into the mouth of the victim, and whenever the victim wants to speak, the tongue is pierced with blood, but this is generally used by women who are considered too rapping, Leonardo. Da Vinci didn't expect that he would also enjoy the "bridle hair" this day.

All Leonardo could do was to bring his wrist close to the lower edge of the iron "bridle", a thin, rough-edged piece of iron, which served as a blade to sharpen the cord, although it was not a blade after all, and the unusually jolty carriage interrupted Leonardo's efforts, but again and again, he pressed his wrist against the piece of iron, making small efforts, even if the act made the bar in his mouth tremble, and then cut his tongue - he also knew that before this piece of iron grinded the cowhide cord, He may have been placed in Caesar. Borgia in front of it, but what is it called? It's called ...... Hope, or rather, courage.

He had turned his back on his heart, turned his back on his friends, and fled from under Patch's sword—but this time, he decided—no, he had never been so eager to return to Florence, to his hometown, to his home, to that city full of Medici balls,

He was already feverish, his thoughts were chaotic, but he never stopped his efforts.

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Carried Leonardo. Leonardo da Vinci and the pig's carriage swayed all the way from Arezzo to Camerino, passing through Umbria and the Apennines, it was not an easy road to walk, and the time was also very tight, after all, the Albizi family thought that the man in the wooden box would not live long, they poured water into the wooden box every few hours, and at night they took off the "witch's bridle" and fed him some porridge water, and sometimes, they deliberately made the porridge water very hot, Watching that guy get burned and still lick it desperately in his mouth, laughed.

Although they had not yet realized that Leonardo was trying to break the piso, the torture made Leonardo quickly weaken, and his struggle was more mechanical than unwilling—Leonardo struggled to calculate the number of days in his vague consciousness, whether it was five or six, he did not know, but from the conversations of the men, he knew that tomorrow they would have to climb the Apennines, so that they would not be far from Camerino.

In a very small inn, Leonardo was brought out, he was doused with several buckets of cold water, and then he was pushed and thrown into a wooden barrel, and the men forced him to bend his body, and then closed the lid of the barrel, curled up inside, and Leonardo, who could barely breathe, smelled the smell of wine—the barrel had just been filled with wine, and he immediately stuck out his tongue and licked the damp walls greedily, only a little bit of wine, but gave him some extra strength.

He could feel that he was being carried and hung somewhere, and the stench of cattle and the unpleasant cries of cattle came to him, and it dawned on him that it was impossible to continue driving the wagon across the Apennines, and that the only way to carry the goods was to use mules and horses. And it is far more reasonable for mules and horses to have wine barrels on them than to hang wooden crates.

And it was at this moment that Leonardo heard a familiar voice—the one he had often heard in hallucinations these days.

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"I'm in need of some pigs, let me see." Ezio said that he was dressed like a nobleman's servant, with a short reddish-brown cloak, a white coat and leggings, black boots, a short sword and a scimitar stuck in his belt, and a weapon similar to an arquebus, because the people of the Albizi family were really hard to determine what it was, it looked like it was the length of a small arm, with a metal pipe and a wooden pedestal—they only glanced away and looked away, even if it was an arquebus, at such a short distance, even if it was an arquebus, It's hard to say what it will be of use.

With his arms crossed, Ezio watched as the men brought down the chest, which contained only pigs, and his expression grew heavier, this was the seventh caravan he had intercepted here, but he still couldn't find his friend.

A smaller, staggering caravan passed them, their mules and horses carrying heavy barrels, and a distraught Ezio set his eyes on them, and in a matter of minutes, the mule was more than halfway over...... Ezio frowned in confusion and took a few more deep breaths, why was there a fresh smell of blood in the air except for the faint smell of wine?!

Ezio glanced over, of course there would be no woman in such a caravan—he walked over slowly, and glanced at the man in charge, whose face was familiar to him, perhaps he had seen a similar face when he was a reckless teenager.

"Do you want wine?" The man was still very calm, "It's all bad wine here, but it's not worthy of the honorable lord," he took out a small silver box from the pouch hanging from his body, "I still have some fine preserves here, I hope I can have this honor to ask the lord to try it." ”

Ezio took the box, tossed it deftly in his hand, nodded, and turned away.

The Albizi family secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and he put his hand on the bridle of the mule, and was about to go on, when he saw the "lord" turn back calmly and quickly, his arm straight, and in his hand he held the strange weapon that resembled an arquebus.

But he didn't see the burning rope, only a loud metal thump, followed by burning, pain, and a burst of blood in front of his right eye.

Ezio dropped Giulio's gift and drew his sword, a gesture that seemed to be a silent summons, and the Assasin assassins, disguised as soldiers, drew their weapons and leaped into the ranks of the Albizi, who, when faced with the weak, were incomparably strong and arrogant, but when faced with the Assasins, they were like lambs, and knew how to flee.

Seeing that the situation was under control, Ezio immediately followed the smell of blood, searching the barrel one by one, he stopped in front of one of the barrels, knocked on it, and when he heard the sound inside, he immediately pried open the lid of the barrel with a short knife - Leonardo. Leonardo da Vinci was looking up at him inside, a large stream of blood pouring from behind the iron plug of the "witch's bridle", which was the source of the bloody breath that Ezio smelled.

After a while, the Assasins brought back a few Albizians, "What to do with them?" An Assasin assassin asked.

Ezio's eyes were fixed on the iron plug that had just been taken out of Leonardo's mouth for a moment, "Kill." He said briefly.

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At about the same moment, the heads of the Albizi family were attending a secret meeting of the Committee of Eighty. With his head held high, he walked with his usual arrogance into the hall of five hundred, which belonged to old Cosimo. The Medici, who later generously donated the monumental mansion to the Florentine government, was once full of Medici sculptures, paintings, and heraldry, but they were shattered and obscured when the Medici were expelled in 1494, but now they are back in sight, stinging the eyes of Albizi's parents.

He didn't believe that the Albizi family would always be defeated by the Medici family, they had won once, of course they could win a second time, although Borgia's reputation was not good, but they had the same enemy, and the Albizi family's demands were not too much, no matter how powerful the Borgia family was, they could not rule the whole of Italy, they always needed courtiers and subordinates.

"This time," Carboni's voice woke the Albizi family's parents, who had already arrived while he was still distracted, "First issue," Carboni repeated, looking around, "very easy. ”

He looked at the head of the Albizi family: "It is to punish the traitors." ”

The Albizi family's eyes widened, and he jerked to his feet, trying to protest, to appeal, to defend himself - but the Assassin from the House of Neri had already put a rope around his neck.

Amid the gurgling of the dying, Carboni's gaze calmly swept over each face: "The previous topic is over," he said, "and we move on to the next one—about Arezzo." ”

And while the secret meeting of the Committee of Eighty continued, the streets of Albizi, owned by the Albizi family, were already filled with soldiers from various families, as well as angry people, who flocked to the gates of the Albizi family like a wave of rocks.

Before nightfall, the Albizi family was gone.