The rain did not stop, not only did it not, but it tended to become more and more violent.

Giulio gasped and stood up, after rushing out of the jungle path, he was faced with a group of well-trained mercenaries, thanks to the weather, or the eagerness of the messenger, the muskets and crossbow arrows were useless, otherwise it would have been difficult for him to escape, but now he was afraid that it would be difficult to face more than a handful of enemies.

And his enemy is also about to collapse, isn't it a young archbishop? Everyone knows that, with the exception of St. Francis, who sensed the vocation and transformed from a knight to a monk, most of the clergy were powerless, they could not even hold a woman, and the heaviest thing they ever carried was nothing more than a Bible and a incense box. They used to think that the deal was simple, and they would not want too many people to share in the lucrative remuneration if it were not for the buyer's repeated statements that it was necessary to be foolproof.

But God above, tell who this is. Why is a noble episcopal church better at assassination than they are? That's right, it's killing, not fighting, how many proud knights have been folded in their hands, dignified, riding horses with spears in front of everyone, or galloping across the battlefield and stealing in the dark, holding daggers in hand, waiting for an opportunity to cut someone's throat and pierce someone's heart is completely different.

If their buyer was not the same one, and the commission was so staggering, they would all want to run away, after all, these wandering wicked people don't have to care about their reputation, and they don't pay attention to integrity, and if they find the enemy tricky, it is their only option to get out of the battle immediately - but now they have no room to retreat, that person is not a good talker, they have lost so many people, and, optimistically, there is only one person on the other side, and he will always be negligent.

It's just that in the face of death, everyone will hesitate, especially their large number, which has created a situation where no one is willing to step forward easily, but they don't move, their prey will not hesitate - Giulio only skimmed and decided on the first enemy he will face - he is stronger than the others, holding a long chain hammer of black iron, and his dark hair makes him look like a human bear, if it were anyone else, he would not choose such a breakthrough, but as Ezio had guided, The hammer may seem like a powerful weapon, but it can appear in the hands of civilians, thieves, and even some mercenaries, but in the hands of an assassin, it is a shoddy joke - the person who uses this weapon is often the most timid, because the long attack distance of the hammer also means that he will stand far away from his opponent, and the person who uses the hammer will not be easily injured or die compared to the person who wields a dagger and a short sword.

Sure enough, as soon as Julio rushed forward, the man who had been screaming and wielding the chain hammer panicked, and the chain hammer that kept rotating around him suddenly lost its rhythm, and at that moment, Giulio pierced the gap of the chain hammer like a thin sword, and a sharp dagger pierced from under the poor creature's fragile neck, penetrating his skull, and the people around him shouted and gathered around, and Julio clenched his weapon, and with a slanted shoulder, and with a force under his feet, he threw him out, The Assassin, who was not yet fully dead, knocked away two men with fishing nets and a knight's hammer - Giulio turned to face the other two, one armed with a three-edged dagger with three teeth that could be retracted or opened, and a weapon that Ezio despised as "fanciful" and terrifying, but when it came to actual combat, there were very few people who could do damage with those three teeth - he tried to wangle Giulio's dagger with one of the teeth, but Giulio was just as Ezio had taught, Spun his wrist when the dagger was jammed, the guy screamed in pain and was forced to drop his weapon instead, another man rushed to the rescue, Giulio stood on tiptoe and kicked the muddy water, the water splashed into his eyes, and when Julio pushed the man with the three-edged dagger towards him, he mistakenly stabbed the weapon into his companion's body, and before he could pull it out, Giulio's dagger slashed his throat.

Before Giulio could get up, a fishing net dotted with rusty iron pieces and spikes fell over his head.

"I've got him!"

The Assassin with a fishing net shouted excitedly.

The fishing net covered Giulio's head and sword-wielding right arm, and under the threat of spikes and pieces of iron, the man in the fishing net would subconsciously dare not move - many people do, but the person they had to deal with today was an exception, he rushed directly at the assassin with the fishing net and crashed into his arms - Giulio's right arm was entangled in the fishing net and could not move, but with a flick of his left hand, the Assassin Assasin's customary Hidden Blade flashed a cold white light in the rain and pierced straight into the man's chest—as a price, His back was viciously hammered on the back by the knight's hammer, and there was another man with an iron cat's claw, which cut from Julio's waist to his thigh, causing a terrible wound. This did not please the latter, and he cursed loudly, for the bishop was still wearing knee-high chain mail in his vestment.

This is thanks to Lorenzo, since his brother Giuliano was assassinated by those around him for forgetting to wear chain mail, he strictly ordered all Medici to wear chain mail or leather armor when they went out, even Joe and Giulio in Rome, and out of concern for Giulio, Cardinal Picromini and Ezio prepared chain mail for him was fine and strong, each of which did not exceed 20 pounds.

But he didn't have to complain too much, because immediately afterward, a short crossbow shot from a hand crossbow converted from a Hidden Blade killed him. The Assassin wielding the knight's hammer screamed and swung his hammer wildly, rushing forward, bewildering his enemy before his hammer could hit the ground, a cold touch rising from between his legs, and he lowered his head, immediately swept away by the pain.

At last only one young man was left, and although he still had a weapon in his hand, he could not move when he saw his companion die in a few breaths, and the other was also wounded, and when he saw Julio slowly getting up from the ground, he screamed and fled.

Giulio gasped with difficulty, he carefully uncovered the net, the rusty iron pieces in the net worried him, fortunately the rain kept washing his wound, although it hurt, but reduced the risk of infection, as well as the injured leg and back, he tried, he could walk, but very slowly, so he raised his head and looked for the horse.

Horses appeared, and knights.

The strange knights were ready to strike, and when Julio raised his arms and took a defensive stance, he could almost see the sneer on the faces that were not covered by his visor—but it was not his style to die without resisting.

And then he saw ...... Another group of knights burst out of the rain and knocked them on their backs.

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"Please let me come." The lady pleaded worriedly, but Anna, the master of Brittany, the duchess, had no intention of standing up and abdicating the throne. She sat at the bedside of Archbishop Lucca, like a wife who took care of her husband diligently, and no, when Charles VIII was dying, she was not so gentle.

If Julio hadn't been tormented by wounds and blood loss to the point of coma, he would have jumped up from the bed, because the duchess sitting beside his bed was none other than the kind lady with whom he had been for nearly half a year.

"Why," Anna smiled, "you also said what a lovely man he was, and now that he doesn't move, he doesn't speak, and I think he's even more touching." ”

The female official of "Your Majesty's ......", that is, the real "Kind Lady", sighed helplessly: "He's an Italian." ”

"Italians, Frenchmen, Bretons," the duchess casually pressed a clean linen soaked in spirits against Archbishop Lucca's face, causing an unconscious convulsion, a way of cleansing wounds that still came from the former's teaching: "Is it any different to me? Each of them wanted to be my husband, because I was Brittany, and if I had me, I would be able to own this rich and vast land. ”

"Then he's no exception." The female officer boldly said that she had the same hair color as the duchess, but her eyes were gray-blue instead of gray-black, and her facial features and height were also very similar, so as soon as the duchess saw her, she decided to take refuge, and in exchange, the duchess often traveled as a "kind lady", and she would also pretend to be a duchess.

It's just that...... The Duchess's plan this time was too terrible, too dangerous, she would not betray her master, she was only afraid that she would be harmed.

"Why do you think I chose him?" The duchess lowered her head and looked at the sleeping man.

"Is it looks? Of course, no one likes ugly things; Is it smart? To be sure, the hardest thing I tolerate besides ugliness is stupidity; Is it identity? Indeed, the clergy made it impossible for him to claim from me any land or descendant according to the rites; Is it morality? You and I must admit that his character is the most respectable of any man we have ever met, except for a slight flaw, but it is not something that I value - I chose him because of the pain he is about to suffer......" she smiled.

"Open your eyes, dear bishop, and I know you're awake."