Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

Mandel was impatient and arrogant.

At least in Hedwig's cognition in the past few years, he has always been like this.

At the beginning, she became the focus of Austria because of the coerced film, and the arms dealer tried his best to please, and tried to buy all the dew photos before getting married.

However, this approach has led to more and more related replicas, which are like hot items in the black market.

But now recalling those behaviors at the beginning, whether it was the fanfare of proposing marriage, or those absurd behaviors that were noisy and funny, it was a bit deliberate.

He's... lowering the Nazis' vigilance against him?

After the conversation in the study ended, Hedwig didn't see her husband again for three weeks.

In the past, the man would eagerly invite her to have fun together, or have some ambiguous contacts with other women, but now he is either going to a meeting or working in the study, and he rarely shows up at dinner time, and he chooses to sleep on his side when he returns late at night. Lying.

After some of the camouflage was torn apart, even private acting was avoided.

It has to be said that those courteous and enthusiastic tactics in the past can at least satisfy Hedwig's girlish fantasies.

She was very young when she married him, and if it wasn't for this man's allegiance to the Nazis and his flirting, she might have considered spending her life with him.

During these three silent weeks, her life has been continuously changed, like a blocked and blocked tunnel being dug and cleared little by little, and turned into an open and bright open-air garden.

Although Mandel never showed up, he assigned her a lady guard, Miss Renato.

The lady was serious and introverted, and brought Hedwig to the University of Vienna with a serious attitude, and helped manage the relationship with the principal and other responsible persons.

A group of senior figures have already been informed, and they are quite welcome to her.

This university has a history of more than 600 years. Now it accepts believers and non-believers, and once educated many outstanding female students.

Hedwig originally had some excuses before coming, but when she saw the Renaissance-style classical building and the statue of Castellana bathed in the light in the courtyard, she still subconsciously showed yearning and longing.

So she went to school again.

"Medicine?" Lorenzo seemed to think of something when he heard the choice, and his eyes changed: "She chose it herself?"

"The principal said that the Faculty of Medicine is one of the best faculties of the University of Vienna. In the past 20 years, three Nobel Prize winners have been born," Renato said in a low voice. happy."

"Okay, you go down first."

The man sat by the window for a long time, and still sighed softly.

He knew that this Hedwig was the same person as the Heidi he met in his previous life, but not the same person.

The human soul is made up of memories.

The Medici's successor has obviously experienced too many things. She is resolute, brave, resilient, and has a sharp edge.

And this Hedwig, who was already his wife, was immature, young, enthusiastic, and very clear.

They have the same origin and name, but they have different personalities, and they have completely different attitudes towards themselves.

No matter when the former came to see him in the study, he was always cautious and evasive, and he seldom smiled.

She would laugh out loud in front of Da Vinci, and play and laugh with him on the swing covered with roses, but once she stood in front of her, she was just a restrained and quiet subordinate.

These days, Lorenzo observed this Hedwig quietly.

She is always very energetic, and treats her servants well, and sometimes asks for news about herself.

There were times when he almost walked out and sat down with her to dinner.

The Nazis have already begun to secretly lay out.

The Austro-Hungarian Empire had disintegrated and become more dispersed and easier to break.

If you want to fight Germany, you must either re-establish the connection, or find a stronger suppressor and let them work together to distract Germany.

In his previous life, Lorenzo had balanced the relations of dozens of territories in the entire Italian region, and doing these tasks now is like repeating the same old tune.

In these three weeks, he not only completed all the historical events, but also took a clean inventory of all the parallel connections.

The intricate pattern of undercurrents is as clear to him as chess.

He knew that a few more steps would lead him to the general.

Many things are arranged silently.

As a leader, he does not have to deal with certain officials personally, nor does he need to deliberately cater to and confuse certain watchers from Germany.

Just sit in the dark and play chess.

In the last life, the mighty pope who dealt with him was the aloof spider king, and a group of outstanding figures who stood at the pinnacle of European politics.

Now entering the game again, in fact, the difficulty is not too big.

"My lord... Two days ago, a student and his wife confessed their love." When Renato conveyed the news, she was a little panicked: "I went to fetch the magazine for her, and I didn't have time to fend off that person."

A certain gentleman seemed to have a lower air pressure around him.

He should have thought of this earlier.

The way the blue-eyed girl smiled, even if he had seen it many times, his heart would skip a beat.

"What did she say?"

"She showed the boy her wedding ring with a smile," Renato didn't dare to look into the adult's eyes: "She politely refused."

Lorenzo was silent for a long time before giving another order.

When Hedwig finished washing up and went to have breakfast the next day, she found that there was an extra person beside her.

"... Mandel?" She asked in surprise, "Didn't you go to bed at three o'clock in the morning?"

The man waited for her to take a seat before he began to slice the smoked sausage slowly.

"You seem to care about me."

"No—" Hedwig blushed a little, and tried to care for him: "How are you recently?"

"Today I'm going to pay a visit to General August from Germany," he said unhurriedly, "I'll take you to university on the way."

"Okay... okay."

Along the way, they didn't talk much.

If it was in the past, the man would brag endlessly about his hunting and fishing stories with those celebrities, and occasionally tell two old-fashioned stupid jokes.

But after the identity of the spy was revealed, he no longer pretended to be too much to her, he was silent and calm, like a stubborn stone that was difficult to see through.

After staring at the scenery outside the window for half a minute, Hedwig began to tell a novel story about her experience in medical school.

There aren't many girls in the medical school, but classmates and professors are happy to help her with extra lessons.

Everything is more interesting than the life of a canary lady.

Although her husband was very busy, from this day on, he began to take her home regularly.

Come back and forth every day, a total of 15 minutes of getting along with each other.

She began to give weird and scary anatomy lessons, and she talked about bottles and jars in medical chemistry, and those little white rabbits in cages.

Although these stories can also be told to the maids, Hedwig likes the current state of life very much.

The man no longer kisses and touches her, but is also like a silent and tender lover.

At least that's how she felt.

Sometimes in the middle of the speech, Hedwig would quietly look at the man's expression.

He is listening and paying attention.

Even though he had piles of papers and telegrams to deal with every time he got home, he would patiently listen to her talk about the little things and occasionally give brief responses during the breakfast and dinner time with her.

She prefers such a real Mandel.

No traces of showmanship, no loud bragging, and it's tasteful.

He gradually began to recommend her favorite wine, or say good day when she got out of the car.

This kind of contact is actually much more dull than the marriages of previous years, but it is also more real.

While Hedwig was re-learning the subjects she was interested in in college, she was also worried about things related to the Nazis.

She didn't have to do that.

At the beginning of her life, she was the daughter of a Jewish banker.

High class, carefree, and amazingly beautiful.

But it all ended with the death of my father a few years ago.

Her old backing was shattered and disappeared, and the Nazis spread all kinds of remarks against the Jews, and everything was heading in a darker direction.

On several occasions, she even thought that Mandel's estrangement had something to do with her blood.

After hesitating for a long time, Hedwig knocked on the door of his study on a Sunday afternoon.

The man was answering the phone and motioned her to sit down and wait with his eyes.

When the lengthy call was over, he asked, "What's the matter?"

The young wife was a little hesitant, but still asked this somewhat transgressive question.

She knew his previous warning to keep her away from politics, but there was still a vague worry.

Unexpectedly, he actually told her.

From the establishment of the link between Austria and Britain and France, to the layout of the entire anti-Germany-Italian alliance plan, to the current process of things.

He told her all about the secret arrangement and the latest rumors.

Every word in these words is top-secret information that will affect the lives of tens of millions of people.

When Hedwig heard the last news, she already wanted to subconsciously escape from the news.

Everything was a hundred times more complicated than she thought.

She is only 20 years old, and she has not had time to digest and understand too much.

But at least, this kind of strange trust and entrustment is giving her more and more sense of security.

After her father died, she hadn't felt this feeling for a long time.

"Could we break out into war?"

"Maybe." The man didn't hide it.

"Is Vienna safe?"

"Yes." The man stared at her: "With me here, nothing will happen."

Hedwig was stunned for a long time, then said softly, "Okay, I believe you."

"By the way, the name Alevis Mandel always feels like a pseudonym to me."

"He was a fake."

"Then—then what should I call you?"

The man took a deep breath for a moment, and his voice unconsciously revealed a bit of tenderness.

"Lorenzo."

"Call me Lorenzo."