Madeleine was a good girl with a humble temperament, she could almost become a symbol of the women revered in this era, this gentle and beautiful sister soon became a champion of several children in the Silver Palace, especially Joshua, and Luclayia, Joshua because he had never had a role similar to a mother in his life, and Luclayia had not seen her mother for a long time, and all Borgia children seemed to be like this, once they no longer needed their mother's milk, Their father, Rodrigo. Borgia would take them to himself.

Although Giulio has long been psychologically out of the age of needing his mother or sister, he is also full of affection for the careful and gentle Madeleine - Madeleine not only brought him gifts from his father and brother, but also brought him a handkerchief embroidered with the Medici family crest, Giulio's twin sister Constena is only eight years old, but her embroidery skills are already quite superb, the handkerchief is extravagant with twelve colors of silk thread, as well as heavy gold and silver threads, the six small balls symbolizing the Medici family business are real small balls, Each the size of a little finger, Giulio asked the servant to sew the handkerchief near the heart of his favorite cloak.

One night, when the "Fighter" saw Giulio sitting on the railing of the promenade, with a rare child-like sad face, he walked over with a smile and patted Giulio on the shoulder, "What's the matter, boy," he said affectionately, "what is it that troubles you?" ”

Giulio did not look up, and therefore did not see the shadow in the eyes of the "Fighter", who was Ezio. Oditore, who never thought that a Medici and a Borgia could achieve a perfect result - one of them belonged to the Assassins, the other belonged to the Templars, even if Lucrecia was only a girl, but his brother and father were Templars, and Rodrigo was the supreme master of the Templar Order, their leader, and the Medici family was tired of the intrigues and strifes from Rome and turned to Assasin, and there was bound to be a war between them until the death. Ezio didn't want any good feelings between Giulio and Lucrea, even if Luclayia was still a child walking around with a cat, she would one day become a pit viper for the Borgia family, even if her fangs would not be pointed at Giulio, and when Giulio faced her brother and her father hesitated, their daggers would not hesitate to plunge into Giulio's chest.

"I don't know...... Are there similar customs in Florence," Giulio asked hesitantly, "when a sister or daughter is about to marry, will her brother and father find out the likes and virtues of her fiancé?" ”

His martial arts teacher thought for a moment: "Civilians will." ”

"What about the nobility?"

"For those who have power, or status, or assets, marriage is always a deal, a contract," or the delivery of hostages, Ezio added in his heart: "The bridegroom, or the bride, they do not represent themselves, but the family, and they are responsible, not driven by love." He estimated Giulio's age and thought it was not far from him to meet the world: "Generally speaking, men only look for love in prostitutes, like the Romans or the Greeks. ”

He paused, and suddenly understood why Giulio was asking the question: "You want to know Francesk. What about Cibo? ”

Julio nodded dryly.

"The Bishop of Picromini killed me," said Ezio, touching his chin, "and then my friend, Lorenzo. The Medici will hang me like they hang Packy, and no matter what we do, we can't change the established marriage contract, and the Medici family must marry someone with the surname Sibo. ”

"If Madeleine has to face an enemy," Giulio said, "I hope she is at least ready and not confronted against him defenseless." ”

Ezio was tempted to say that Giulio was overwhelmed, but considering Francesco's reputation in Rome, he felt that it was not an exaggeration.

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Francesk. Sibo was the eldest of the eight illegitimate children of Pope Innocent VIII, he was only twenty-five years old, but he was already quite familiar with gambling and women, note that familiarity does not mean that he was good at it, he made a lot of jokes in the city of Rome, one of which was that he lost to someone 40,000 gold ducats, and he not only relied on this account the next day, but also made up a false accusation, arrested the poor debtor, put him in prison, and not only wrote off the debt, but also extorted about 30,000 gold ducats; He had been among prostitutes for a long time, but as he had been in the habit of gambling, he had often relied on them, and over time the high-ranking prostitutes who had backers behind him often refused his visits, and he had to go to the low-ranking prostitutes to vent his anger—not that he did not want to arrest the hateful women, but his father had to rely on the prostitutes' taxes to satisfy his lavish life.

It was easy to find him, and Francesco was surrounded by a bunch of bastards like him, roaming the streets, stealing or robbing, making loud noises, not only harassing prostitutes, but also ordinary people's wives and daughters, and Francesk had a looting lover by his side, her husband was a businessman, and he had not been able to get his wife back after using up the last gold ducat. Of course, Francesk was never satisfied, he prayed in the casino by day, chanted in the prostitute by night, was young, but with deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, bags under his thin eyes, and his original decent appearance had long been destroyed by debauchery life, wine and women.

He and his fox friends walked all the way, and the prostitutes who solicited customers subconsciously lowered their voices, Francesco was the kind of guest that prostitutes were most reluctant to receive, not only could they not get money, but even their faces, bodies and lives would be threatened, and he was the illegitimate son of the Pope, they would not get a copper child's compensation, and they could be thrown into prison for no reason. When the bastard finally chose a target, Julio, who was standing on the sidelines, even heard the prostitutes sigh in relaxation.

The unfortunate prostitute was screaming from the room a few minutes later, Giulio turned so blue that Ezio had to reach out and hold his shoulder: "He won't do that to your sister...... The Assassin comforted in embarrassment, "Madeleine is a Medici with a dowry of hundreds of thousands of gold coins. ”

"Do you think, that kind of fellow," Giulio asked calmly, "when you're drunk, or impulsive, remember that?" "Not to mention now, even in a few hundred years, beautiful and expensive women will also be subjected to domestic violence.

Ezio was speechless, he felt that he shouldn't be here, that he should do something that an Assassin should do, such as going to talk to Rodrigo. Borgia competed in swordsmanship.

Perhaps it was because he thought of Borgia that a Borgia appeared.

Luigi. Borgia appeared on the street with his attendants, and he saw Giulio at a glance, but there was no way, Giulio was only eight years old this year, and he would have to wait at least another four years, reaching the marriageable age that the Holy See had established and the default marriageability of the people (of course, this can also be changed) before he was fit to appear in this place.

As the sharpest knife of the Borgia family now, Luigi had enough gold to ensure that he could mingle with the high-ranking prostitutes, and he came here with similar intentions to Francesque, but also to satisfy the desires of the next work, and the women here were much cheaper than the high-ranking prostitutes who were torn between the princes and nobles and the cardinals. As he strode towards Giulio, Ezio held Giulio in the way, and when Luigi seemed to say something to humiliate them, Ezio raised his arm to make Luigi look at the silver light that flickered under his cloak, and the hand he was hiding under the cloak made a feint that looked like he was about to pull out a dagger and stab Luigi - Borgia's Templar roared and drew his five-fingered sword - at least to outsiders.

The five-fingered sword got its name from the fact that it was as wide as five fingers at the end, and ranged in length from one foot to two and a half feet, and Luigi's five-fingered sword belonged to the latter, and it looked thick and heavy, which matched Luigi's muscular body.

The Spanish dagger that Ezio held was in fact more akin to a dagger, half the length of Luigi's weapon, and was more suitable for stabbing than slashing, and in terms of weapons, Ezio was in a very disadvantageous position, but Ezio was not afraid at all, as he gave himself the nickname, he was a fighter from birth - when he was born people said he was dead, but his father did not think so, and after several beatings, he cried loudly - in the case of his father and brother, And after his brother died in Piazza della Signoria, he, as the only male of the Orditore family in Florence, resolutely took over the task of revival and revenge, and he never flinched.

What's more, he is only facing Luigi. Borgia.

The prostitutes screamed and fled, Luigi roared and swung his sword straight down, if he was facing a Medici, he might hesitate, but the fact that a martial arts teacher, a servant would dare to provoke him, made his mind swell, he didn't like Giulio, or rather, he thought that the Medici family were all hypocritical and cunning infidels, not to mention, Giulio had a very good relationship with his hated half-sibling, he had decided to kill the martial arts teacher, put his head in a box and give it to Lorenzo, Medici.

Borgia is Ezio's enemy, but Luigi is still the first Borgia he fights against, Ezio seems to be retreating step by step, avoiding left and right, but in fact, he is at ease, hiding his identity while also testing Luigi's skills, although Luigi is a Templar, he is also Rodrigo's eldest son, Rodrigo can't help but teach him his tricks, sure enough, a moment later, Ezio's back touched the wall, However, Luigi's strange skills, which distinguished him from those of the Templars, were almost all captured by the sharp eyes of the Assassins.

Borgia grinned, perhaps he thought he would only need a lethal blow next, but his sword was held in mid-air, the Spanish left dagger with a walnut-like gauntlet with serrated ends, the former acting as a small shield, and the latter being able to break the opponent's weapon with the help of a blade that valued toughness over sharpness. Ezio did just that, twisting his wrist and a huge force came from where the weapons intersected, Luigi tried to hold on, and even put his left hand on his right hand holding the sword as a help, but the strength of the opponent was unusually great, he first felt a strange sliding, and then heard a crisp click, his five-fingered sword broke from the front third, and the Templar's body suddenly lost its balance.

Luigi twisted his body in mid-air, folded his arms, tried to roll on the spot after landing on the ground, avoiding the range of the enemy's weapons, and then pulled out his dagger to defend himself, at the same time, he also shouted the names of his companions, although they were only some second and third sons who were not taken seriously, they were both armed and trained accordingly, but before they could gather around, Ezio crashed into Luigi's side, forcing him to collide with the dirty ground in an unbearable position, Luigi tried to use his arms to prop himself up, This action was only halfway done before it was forced to stop.

Ezio's left-handed dagger rested on his carotid artery.

The temptation to kill a Borgia lingered in Ezio's mind for a moment, but in the end he regretfully put away his dagger and quickly disappeared into a dark alleyway, where Luigi's companions bluffed after him, and since no one wanted to compete with the nimble and powerful man, they returned in vain.

Ezio scurried through the stench and darkness, and a few seconds later, another, denser, lighter footsteps sounded behind him, Ezio smiled, and Giulio ran to him, tossing a bag into a puddle.

"What is it?"

"Fat powder." A prostitute who casually walked up to him and stuffed it into him seemed to have a scoundrel trick of sprinkling lime everywhere, and Luigi was really not popular with these prostitutes.

Ezio shrugged his shoulders, "I told you that you are very much like your father. This talent is also envied.