Valencia, Spain.

It is an ancient city that dates back to the ancient Greek era, nestled on the side of the Mediterranean Sea and behind it is an endless fertile plain, rich in produce and sunshine, and it is also the birthplace of the Borgia family, although most of the Borgia family later moved to Italy, but there are still some branches of the family who stayed here.

Lucas Jr. Borgia was placed here, he was more than a year old, healthy and strong, but this credit could not be attributed to the couple entrusted with his care, and it is not to blame them, in the fifteenth century, noble mothers never took care of their children themselves, and as soon as the children landed, after a few days of rest, they had to get up and continue their duties as housewives, managing the estates, inspecting the treasury, supervising the work of the servants, receiving relatives and friends, sometimes patrolling and defending the territory (when the husband was away), and, of course, most importantly, she wants to continue to be happy and conceive again as soon as possible, some noble ladies will give birth to a child every year, until she is thirty or forty years old, and she can never give birth again.

So who will take care of the baby? Before he grew up and began to study and learn martial arts, his father would sign a paperwork to hire a woman resembling a nanny and nurse, who would look after him until he was three or four years old. This was the case with little Lucas, who was fortunate enough to meet a learned and caring lady who, though she also wrapped little Lucas tightly in red cloth according to tradition, never suffocated or broken him; put Lucas in the cradle that was only secured to the ceiling with a rope, and always be careful not to let the cradle tip over and the baby fall to the ground (which is very common); When she went out to enjoy the sun with the child, she did not forget him on the grass or the stone steps, so that he was bitten by wild dogs—she took care of the baby with all her might and with care, and no one could point out anything wrong with her, and even the hostess said that when the baby in her womb was born, it could be left to the care of the lady.

"This is a venerable lady." Ezio said.

"I can't help it," said Giulio, "She is too familiar with little Cosimo, most people only know little Cosimo as black hair and green eyes, but as soon as she picks up the child, she knows that the child has been replaced." ”

"Little Cosimo?"

"yes, it's great-grandfather's name, how's that?"

"Good."

This lady is indeed a good person, but she is not very lucky, when she temporarily put down the little master, and went to the kitchen to get dinner, fell into the ditch, the doctor said after looking at it, fortunately her bones can still be connected, but at least for a year or two, she can not walk normally, after the hostess heard this, she was also very sorry, gave her a commission, and let her go home.

Little Lucas obviously couldn't leave the careful care yet, but a suitable nanny was not so easy to find, and the hostess let one of her maids take care of little Lucas while asking people to inquire. This maid was no more elaborate than the previous nanny, and when the child fell asleep in the cradle, she became bored, and after fiddling with her skirt for a long time, her hair and ears, she went out secretly, and went to some of the guards to make love.

She had barely left the room when a person came in through the window, and Giulio looked down at the cradle, where the child was sleeping soundly, clenched in small fists, with black hair curly, eyes tightly closed, eyelashes casting sparse shadows on his cheeks, and without delay, he took out the vial, fed the child a few drops of potion so that he would not wake up during the transfer, and then lifted his cloak, wrapped the child, and fastened it in his arms—while at the same time, Ezio jumped into the room with a package in his arms, Then he put the child inside in the cradle, and Julio couldn't help but glance at the child before leaving.

"Let's go." "The child's mother was a prostitute, and she knew very well that the child might die, but if she stayed with her, there would be no such possibility," said Ezio. ”

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In this way, even if the new nanny comes, she will not know at all that the child who needs her care has long been replaced, and the original nanny, even if she sees the child again a few years later, will not be able to notice anything, everyone knows that the difference between a baby and a toddler is too great.

They sailed to Pisa in the port of Valencia and from there back to Lucca, where Giulio had decided to leave little Cosimo in the care of his sister Constena, nominally the child of the Medici side branch – a decision he made remembering the vows he had made when he knelt before Cardinal Picromini...... He had willingly renounced his priesthood to become a layman, hiding in the shadow of Borgia and doing unrewarded work, but in the end, as if mockingly, he was betrayed by those he trusted, bruised and bruised, and his efforts were not rewarded at all—with the exception of Cosimo Jr., perhaps.

Ezio remembered Cardinal Picromini again, had he expected this? If that were the case, the cardinal was too cruel to warn his beloved disciples, but instead watched Julio go down the road of despair with some indulgence and forgiveness. Ask him to say, how is this different from putting the child's hand on the fire he first saw in order to teach him not to play with fire?

But he must also admit that the educational effect was immediate.

Julio. What the Medici lacked had now been filled, and they just had to be careful not to let it go to extremes.

Well...... Probably not.

Ezio pouted, and Giulio stood beside him, holding little Cosimo, and everyone who saw them was amazed that it was a couple...... A husband and wife made in heaven......

"You know what?" Ezio couldn't help but say.

"What?"

"Paula has asked me several times what it's like to be a woman, and she's trying so hard to find an opportunity for me to put on a dress and show her."

A strange and unacceptable look appeared on Julio's face: "Why did she think that? Can you look like a woman? "Ezio is 6'1", weighs 150 pounds, is not bloated, but looks like a bear, how could she think that Ezio is suitable to be a women's clothing boss?

"It's not because of you." Ezio whispered, "Don't forget that you are my disciple, although you still have a mentor - but do you think that is more incredible, am I wearing a skirt or Cardinal Picromini wearing a skirt?" So she thinks that all your techniques are taught by me, Our Lady testifies, when did I teach you to put on makeup and wear a dress? ”

"You can tell her I'm self-taught."

"But why would you want to do that? I mean...... Skirt? ”

"Because it's so striking for two men with a baby, it's normal for a couple to be a couple." "I didn't let you wear ......a skirt," said Giulio, "and I didn't let you wear a skirt," he said nonchalantly, stepping onto the gangway at the call of the crew, and smiling at him behind the spun as they stretched out their hands to support him—the crew's attitude changed from mild to eager, and they immediately promised to arrange them the best cabin, with Ezio following behind, full of helplessness.

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Miguel. Corero passed by a woman with a baby in his arms, and he couldn't help but snort as they staggered, the woman was nearly six feet tall, and somehow he always felt that her figure was inexplicably familiar to him, and he stopped there, remembering where he had seen her, but was viciously struck by a dark-skinned man, and Miguel watched in annoyance as he walked over, and rudely said a word to the crew who were leading the way for them, or rather, the lady, and drove him away...... Well, it was a delusion, Miguel thought, he didn't want to provoke a jealous husband while he was on a mission, and turned and walked away.

"That's Miguel. Coriro. Ezio said with mixed feelings.

"Hmm." Giulio said, "I recognize it." He said nonchalantly, as Ezio looked at him and realized that he really didn't care about the first Borgia he had encountered.

"What do you think I'm going to do?" Giulio calmly opened his cloak, took the child out, and took his little hands and feet - playing: "I knew it when I was in Brest, Borgia...... Already my enemy. ”

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Considering the glass carefulness of the Lucca and the Florentines, Giulio did not meet Constena in Lucca and did not go to Florence in person, they met in the small town of Prato.

Maybe it's the nature of father and son, but in a few days, the former little Lucas, and now the little Cosimo are very familiar with Giulio, to Ezio, Giulio is not only very good at taking care of children, but also very good at "playing" children, but little Cosimo likes to be "played" by him, whether it is thrown to a high place, or pinched to the deformation of his face, or by the pillow, swallowing his little hands and feet, even if he is "played" to the point of crying and crying, he has to throw himself into Giulio's arms, With tears in his eyes, he hugged Giulio tightly, and even Ezio couldn't help but soften his heart - only Giulio can be so cold - "Florence is not so safe now. Later, even Ezio couldn't help but say, "We can find a foster home on the outskirts of Lucca." ”

"Then I can't help but look at him." Giulio rubbed little Cosimo, crumpled little Cosimo into a ball, and whined.

"And 'playing' him." Ezio couldn't help but sneer.

"It's a parent-child game," Giulio glanced at him, "you don't understand." ”

Although he used to have countless lovers, Ezio is now temporarily relegated to the status of a single dog and has no children......