The fluff on the back of Paula's neck suddenly stood on end.

She was in charge of gathering information for the Assasin Assassins in Rome, where she compiled all the information and analyzed whether it was urgent to arrange the delivery time, as well as delete some false, inaccessible content, and she received a mission from Cardinal Lovere to the mercenaries and wild assassins to assassinate Julio. The Medici - Of course, only Paula and Ezio knew that it was the one standing behind the Pacchis, and that Cardinal Lovere's position was not in such trouble to want to execute Giulio, who had not yet become a member of the clergy and was only an illegitimate child, that is, he had a reason to do so, and they later learned that Cardinal Lovere had the idea of hiding the true instructor because he wanted to eliminate future enemies for his son Joshua in advance. This is because Giulio was a very popular disciple of Cardinal Picromini, almost equal to his son.

The matter was settled when Cardinal Lovere abruptly withdrew his commission and revoked the bounty, but they said that Cardinal Lovere had visited Cardinal Picromini several times, and that Giulio was always by his teacher's side at that time.

Paula pulled down the hood first, showed a gorgeous face, bowed deeply, and just as she was thinking about countermeasures, Giulio stepped forward and also removed the hood, his hair color was still black, but in Italy, Spain and England, black hair is not so rare, Paula is worried about his eyes, golden eyes, if it is so common, no one who is lonely will think that it is a pair of devil's eyes, but she did not hear a voice other than praise, she looked at Giulio, I saw only a pair of beautiful black eyes—which is not so correct, because the pupils were dilated, so that the light iris was left with a thin circle of eyes like a solar eclipse, and the iris was lighter on the outside than on the inside, you could say it was gray, or light brown, but it was definitely not reminiscent of gold.

In this era, women often used the potion boiled from belladonna root to drop their eyes during trysts with their lovers, this potion would dilate the pupils, making people's vision blurry and sensitive, but from the outside, this non-reflective jet-black color had a strange charm that made people unable to divert their eyes, and it would make the person being watched have a strong feeling of love, so it was more prevalent among prostitutes.

Julio's facial features are beautiful, although he is dressed as a prostitute, but he does not really make himself a woman, "she" feels more like between men and women, between children and adults, and even a little sharp and mean, but just with the plain and gentle and amiable Julio. The Medici were very different, and Cardinal Lovere stared at him intently for a few moments before condescending to lay his gaze on Paula: "Is she the first time?" ”

"Yes, sir."

Cardinal Lovere pinched his fingers, and one of his attendants immediately came up and said a few words, and the cardinal visibly hesitated, but after a moment, hypocrisy prevailed over desire, and with a wave of his hand, Julio and Paula were gone.

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"Wait," Cem whispered, "I thought we should at least talk about it." "Yes, if he stayed in the tent, he would only be a hostage in another place, but he did not believe in Charles VIII, although Charles VIII and Alexander VI were enemies of the Ottoman Turks, but the King of France, Charles VIII, was not a devout believer, and faith was more akin to a weapon to him, and Charles VIII's purse was already empty for the conquest of Naples - Jem had long known that his brother, the Sultan of Ottoman Turkey, had long been tired of spending forty thousand gold ducats a year, Ready to give a large sum of money directly in exchange for the Holy See to end himself, Alexander VI did not agree, because if Cem continued to live, his brother would not dare to start a war about the faith easily, but in the case of Charles VIII, who was separated from the whole of Italy by the Ottoman Turks, he might not agree to this proposal.

"There's no need." Caesar said, "I believe in Julio. He didn't believe that Giulio had just come in and come in to see what was going on with him, and no one knew better than him, that Giulio usually seemed gentle, soft, and slow-moving, like the big cat of the same name who was always held in Lucrea's arms, but when it was time for him to act, he could be even breathlessly quick to make a move, as he knew in the mausoleum of St. Francis.

"If you bring poison," Jem made his final strand, "I can go and put it in the wine and ask the guards to drink it." ”

"Believe it or not, they'll let you take a sip first." Paula said, as she quickly shaved off his beard, Jem was furious because his beard was his pride, but Paula also said that beard was the same as life, and that the beautiful woman's knife was sliding around his neck.

"It is useless to remove the guards around us," said Caesar, "and we have eight thousand Swiss and seventeen thousand French outside." ”

They waited patiently, and when twilight came, the campfire was lit, the torches were lit, and then extinguished, as if God were blessing them, and before dawn there was even a thick fog in the camp, and it was about four o'clock in the morning, when the people's sleep was at its sweetest, when suddenly they heard someone shouting in French: "Flee!" They fled! Caesar and Jem escaped! "There was a commotion in the camp, the soldiers and knights got up, put on their clothes, armor, and took up arms, and the officers rode from their horses to the tents, trying to gather them as quickly as possible, and they were not at all worried that the hostages would really escape, what was the concept of a camp of more than 20,000 people? The stables were guarded, and they had no horses, so they could only rely on their legs, and it was impossible for them to traverse such a vast area in a short period of time.

They might be hiding somewhere, the officer thought.

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The stables were likewise in disarray, and all the knights and attendants were looking for their horses, and the servant Mather was a diligent fellow, and he kept his master's horses stronger and cleaner than himself, and as soon as he heard the officer's shout, he got up from the hay of the stable, and saddled the horses, and as soon as he had finished his work, he heard heavy footsteps, which he was very familiar with, and an edict knight weighed at least one hundred and fifty pounds after putting on his full body armor, and sure enough, in the light of the torches, He saw an edict knight approaching him, followed by his retinue knight and the bow-wielding knight.

He saw the coat of arms on the other's breastplate, which was not his master, and Mather was about to ask questions, and the knight with the bow behind the knight—he was very handsome, or rather beautiful like a woman—he walked up to Mather with a smile, and seemed to want to hug him intimately, when in fact, the sharp blade between Paula's fingers took Mather's life at once. The group of four quickly turned over and mounted their horses, escaping into the fog.

As they were about to pass through the camp, they came across a group of Swiss spearmen, who came forward and bowed, "Knight," he asked, "where are you going?" ”

"Count Cypress ordered us to patrol the edge of the camp." The knight at the head said that from the open armor, the Swiss spearman saw a distant light of fire leaping in his eyes. The Count of Cypress was a confidant of King Charles VIII of France, and indeed had the power to mobilize the knights of the Imperial Decree.

"Is the person behind you your retinue?"

"Yes," said the young knight patiently, "except for the unfortunate Pack, who is sick with Italy. I had sores and a little fever. "That's right, it's standard and custom for an edict knight to have one, or two knights, and three knights with bows, and behind this knight there is only one knight and two knights with bows.

"May God bless him." Said the Swiss spearman.

"May God bless us." Said the knight. Nodding to the mercenaries, he rode away with his entourage.

It wasn't until a few days later that the Swiss spearman learned that he had indeed encountered the fleeing hostages, and that he was not mistaken, except that neither he, nor his companions, had said anything about that morning, except occasionally lamenting that they had lost a chance to be rewarded.

After being angry for a few days, Charles VIII had to give up continuing to search for Caesar and his party, after all, Naples was at his feet, and the crown of the king of Naples was within reach, and he wrote to Pope Alexander VI, constantly writing, hoping that he could crown himself and give blessings, but Alexander VI never replied, Caesar's inference was correct, if he was still in the French barracks, Charles 80 would drag him behind his horse and let every soldier spit on him.

Paula parted ways with Caesar after leaving the French barracks, and Caesar, Jem, and Giulio did not dare to slack off, and drove along the Boulevard Romagna and Emilia, day and night, until finally returned to Rome on the seventh night, hungry and exhausted, but it didn't matter, they were safe.

Caesar wanted to see his father, Pope Alexander VI at the first time, Giulio stopped him, he looked at his friend, and was wary, but the next moment, Caesar seemed to think of another possibility, and Julio's words gave him evidence: "Go to the Silver Palace first," Giulio said, "Lucrecia is waiting for you there." ”

Jem looked left and right, "So I'll go back to my own house?" "The Bolgia family's affairs are probably only Giulio. The naïve Medici would have been willing to get involved—if he had been ten years younger, he would, after all; Luracia is so beautiful and lovely.

Caesar met Lucretia in the Silver Palace with a nervous heart, he was already at the end of his strength physically and mentally, but a thought firmly supported him, so that he was still very conscious when he saw Lucrea: "Tell me." He asked bluntly, "What about Juan?" ”

"You need a good rest, Caesar," begged Lucresia, "I've got hot bath water and lamb stew, Caesar, and we'll talk about it tomorrow, okay?" ”

"Tell me," Caesar asked in a hoarse voice, "Lucretia, I'm sure only you won't lie to me, so don't let me down, Juan?" ”

Lucrecia closed her eyes: "He was sent to Milan by his father. ”

"What is he doing in Milan?"

"Commander of the Holy Alliance."

Caesar could not even comprehend Lucrecia's words for a moment, he took two steps back, and saw Lucrecia's sudden expression of horror and sorrow, her blue eyes reflecting his image, ah, look, how much like a dog that fled home with its tail between its legs, only to learn that his position had long since been taken by another dog, when he thought that his loyalty would be appreciated by his master.