When Ezio arrived in Brest, he did not immediately see Giulio, and it is said that he and his sister had gone for a walk along the coast, and asked about the approximate location, and Ezio abandoned his horse and walked over on foot—the beauty of the Rose Coast at dusk was admired even by the Master Assassin, who roamed all of Europe and half of Asia, and walked through the rugged gravel terrain, and climbed directly over the huge crimson sea rocks, which fell on the soft gray-golden sand, and was now at low tide, and the tide was slowly but gently rushing towards the seaHe and his sister were strolling along the seashore, barefoot, stepping on the damp sand, and from a distance, the Medici siblings with dark hair and light eyes were very similar, and it was only when they got closer that they realized that they had human and inhuman faces.

"What are you doing?" Ezio asked, crossing his arms.

"I'm saving lives." Giulio replied as he threw the small fish that was bouncing in the pit back into the sea.

"Who cares about such a tiny life?"

"It cares."

"Really?" Ezio said, then leaned down and, following Giulio's example, scooped up a small, grotesque-looking, bury fish, and threw it into the sea, despite its struggles.

"Hmm......" Giulio looked at the sea with a small splash, his expression was complicated, as if he had something to say but......

"What's wrong?"

"That's a sandworm," said Julio, helplessly, "and it used to live in the sand of the sea." ”

"Uh......" Ezio looked at his hand, even the Master Assassin couldn't find the sandworm in the unpredictable tide...... "Let's forget about it, shall we?"

Giulio agreed, and Constina, who was beside him, laughed loudly.

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Consterna didn't stay in Giulio's room—they must have had a lot to say, and she found a monk and asked him to bring some bread and fish soup. After a while, it was Mrs. Kindness's maid who brought bread and fish soup, very soft baked queen bread (as it was called white bread at this time), with a lot of sugar and cream, and the fish soup was made of salty lamprey, and partridges roasted with white wine, berries, and honey.

"It's so hearty." Constena said, observing the look of the maid, she was in Florence, because of her husband and family status, of course, she could be like a noble lady, but here she was only the wife of a mundane merchant, even if her brother was the archbishop of Lucca, but he himself still needed the protection of the Duchess of Brittany—Madame Kindness was not only the duchess's favorite female official, but also had a marquis title and domain, and her lady-in-waiting may also be the daughter or niece of a baron or viscount, But the maid who came to serve Consterna did not seem to be reluctant.

"Madame, let us take good care of you." The maid said, and bowed her knees.

"Maybe I should ask Julio." Constena said to herself, "They treat me so well. Then she prayed and ate with pleasure.

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Julio's room was also served with a sumptuous meal.

The men's food was more generous and calorie-dense than Consna's, and after Lent, the monks served wild boar and chicken, pies stuffed with ground beef, cheese, and wine, in addition to fish.

Ezio ate each dish with relish, "It tasted familiar." He said.

"I instructed the monks here." Giulio said.

"Looks like I'm worried in vain." Ezio wiped his hands and mouth with a linen cloth on one side, "I thought you'd die of a broken heart." ”

"It's broken," said Giulio, "but I found another blacksmith of great skill and tied it up." ”

Ezio let out a sneer, "That's a good thing, you don't know a lot." ”

"Will a man who has fallen off a cliff still be afraid of a few steps?" Julio held out his hand, "Give it to me, the letter from my mentor." ”

Ezio took out Cardinal Picromini's letter from the placket of his coat and handed it to Giulio, whose eyes were fixed on Giulio for a moment as he read it, but no matter how he looked at it, he could not see that the young man had the "spiritual" appearance that Cardinal Picromini had called "spiritual".

"You know now Joshua. Lovere has replaced you. ”

"Hmm."

"You know you can't go back to Rome."

"Hmm."

"You know Luclayia. Bolgia will be married to Alfonso of Naples at the end of July. ”

"Hmm."

"Did you know you have a son?"

"Uh-huh......!"

Julio jerked his head up, his cheeks flushed, then pale, and then a palpitating gray.

In addition to this, a streak of red blood suddenly stretched from behind his ear to under his collar, as if an invisible knife had slashed through his vital point, and Ezio jumped to his feet and reached out to touch it, only to realize that it was nothing more than a scar.

Giulio's vision blurred as he reached out and Ezio grabbed him so that he wouldn't fall, and before his vision could regain clarity, he was free from the effects of the horror, even as his heart was beating wildly, almost bursting the iron hoop of reason.

"He's ...... When was the ...... born?"

"February 2nd, Feast of the Lord." Ezio said. "It's your son." Then he went on to say, "But as soon as he landed, he was taken by Alexander VI and handed over to a Spanish couple, who was named Lucas. Borgia.

Giulio shuddered, he thought that he would no longer be so angry and sad about what had happened since he learned of Lucrecia and Caesar's betrayal, but he was wrong.

For a moment, Ezio thought that if Borgia stood in front of him, he would gouge out their hearts, but after a while, just like the sun disappearing by the window, the anger disappeared from Giulio, and he clenched Ezio's hands, which were hot palms and cold fingers, and so hard, like steel that had just been quenched in ice water, "Help me," Giulio said, "Help me take back my child." ”

"I will." Ezio whispered.

When Giulio got an answer, he stood up, he walked to the window, and looked at the suddenly bleak scenery outside: "He...... What do you think? That kid, have you seen him? ”

"It's said to be healthy." Ezio said.

"I mean," Giulio turned, his gaze strange and terrifying to Ezio, "I mean, does he have any traits that can't be erased?" Like a birthmark or something. ”

"I'll check it out," Ezio replied, "what do you want to do?" ”

"Get the child back, but replace it with another child, and don't let them know that they have lost my child." Giulio gasped, "If there are birthmarks or other distinctive features, remember to try to replace them with scars." To another baby...... Do the same, so that they can't tell the difference, so that they continue to think that they have my son. ”

Ezio pursed his lips in seriousness, "You think they might threaten you with this child." ”

"Not perhaps." Giulio said, "It's for sure." ”

"But what if that kid has your eyes?" Ezio looked into Giulio's eyes, "Do you want me to gouge out that child's eyes?" "He would never do that.

"Golden eyes are not inherited," said Giulio, "and they are genetically mutated — you may not understand it, but my child will only have blue, green or brown iris, he will not have golden eyes." ”

"Okay...... If it's like you say. Ezio nodded,

Julio walked back to the bed and sat down, feeling exhausted for the first time.

"One more thing." Ezio pulled out a small note, "Cardinal Picromini asked me to bring this to you." ”

Giulio opened it and looked at it, and the note read—Rodrigo. Borgia was the Grand Master of the Templar Order.

Ezio also looked over curiously, "We all know why he wrote this." ”

“…… Has anything happened about the Knights Templar lately? ”

Ezio thought for a moment, and as if he were joking, he repeated to Giulio what the people of the Eagle's Nest had said to him.

Giulio listened intently, asking questions if he didn't understand, and then he thought for a while, lit the candle, and burned the note.

"Ezio," he said, his eyes shining like gold in the candlelight, "Alexander VI is the Grand Master of the Templars, and he must have considered him the most qualified to inherit all the assets of the Templars." ”

"There is no doubt about it." Ezio scoffed, "If it weren't for the King of France and his army, he might have come to France to claim the inheritance of the nine thousand estates and domains." ”

"And he needs this asset very much, after all, Caesar alone spent tens of thousands of gold florins on this trip, and he prepared a dowry of 40,000 gold ducats for Lucrea."

"You want to distract him?" Indeed, Ezio asked, Lovere's hostility could be dispelled by Cardinal Picromini's promise, but there was still a Pope Alexander VI in Rome, and even though Giulio was now infinitely close to being banished, it would be very easy for him, as the king of the Apostolic See, the clergy, to persecute and harm an archbishop.

"No," said Giulio, "not now...... We're going to let King Louis XII of France know about it first. ”

Ezio thought for a moment, then he laughed, "He would have thought that Alexander VI had secretly come to France or elsewhere to poach money that Philip IV had not been able to get." "After all, the Pope's illegitimate son shows too much financial power." He's going to be thunderous. ”

"But he still has to be patient," Giulio said, "and he also wants Milan and Napoli." ”

"I don't think he has a bad memory." Ezio said happily, "Then when do you think we should let Alexander VI know?" ”

"When Louis XII's army was ready," said Giulio, "it was a coincidence that I learned that the King of France had recently received a great windfall, which in turn had come from a recipe......"

Ezio immediately whispered knowingly, "Fruit of Eden!" Alexander VI must have thought he had gotten the Apple of Eden! ”

"It's a simple plan," said Giulio, "and if they are willing to be open......

"That's a kind of chill." Ezio muttered, "Dear Julio. ”

"The only thing that worries me," Giulio said, "is that it could affect the Eagle's Nest." ”

Ezio's smile faded suddenly, and it was a moment before he spoke, "Ever since Master Altaïr died...... There will be no eagle's nest. ”