I didn't know you were such a vampire

Normally, Rodrigo's family fun at the Del Portico Palace would end before midnight, and he would tell his sons to go back to where they were supposed to go, Cesare would go back to his residence, and Juan would return to his residence. Going to Rome to find some fun with his Roman sons and brothers, Geoffrey will be taken back to the residence by the maid and coaxed to sleep, and then Rodrigo himself will follow his mistress Julia to her room to spend time together.

This is a process that everyone in Palazzo Del Portico knows well.

When Adriana ordered the maid to prepare some pastries for midnight, Rodrigo stood up and said, "I still have a lot of things to deal with, so I won't be staying overnight tonight."

As soon as he said this, everyone in the room was stunned for a moment, and then their faces changed, and the ugliest of them was Julia. She quickly covered up her gaffe and smiled, but This smile was more or less forced. Under the gesture of Adriana's eyes, she lifted her skirt and stood up from the chair. She was about to step forward to grab the Pope's arm, but Rodrigo turned around. Went towards the door of the room.

While Lucrecia took advantage of everyone's different expressions and emotions, she stretched out her hand and tugged on Cesare's sleeve. When Cesare turned around to look at her, she silently said a word to him.

"The corridor."

This time it rained for several days and it wasn't heavy, but it was probably because the rain was too light, and was picked up by the wind at will, and it crossed the Corinthian columns on the corridor, leaving a trace of damp on the ground of the corridor.

Since Joya fell into the water in the spring and disappeared, Lucrecia can only rely on her brother Cesare. After she moved to the Del Portico Palace with Adriana and Julia, she no longer lived with her brothers. One, when Cesare came to visit her, the two met in this corridor.

It's just that when Lucrecia saw Cesare that day, her eyes were not as excited as usual. When she saw that there was no one around, she turned her head, looked straight into Cesare's eyes, and said, "Cesare , where is Joya?"

Cesare said calmly: "Dead."

"You know she is still alive." Lucrecia stressed anxiously, "Father trusts you so much, he will definitely tell you. Qiao Ya is still alive, she became an assassin, I told my father, I want Father brought her back to us..."

Cesare sighed. He reached out and wiped Lucrecia's soft hair, and said softly, "Lucrecia, it's not easy to change someone's position."

"Then..." Lucrecia said with tears, "Even if her legs are broken, it's fine to bring her back. Why kill her?"

Cesare laughed and said: "You are still young, you don't understand, killing her is the kindness of my father to her."

After Cesare left the Delportico Palace, he planned to go directly to his residence, but before he stepped out of the Delportico Palace, his body froze suddenly, and he walked in another direction, connecting the two palaces. Through the secret passage, he came to Borgia's apartment in the Pope's Palace.

After Rodrigo came to the throne, he invited Pintoriccio to be responsible for the creation of murals in these rooms. In addition to the paintings of the Bible that every pope would choose, Rodrigo was the first to paint his children in a grand manner. Pope on the wall of the Papal Palace.

This painting of the Borgia family has not yet been completed. Originally, there was a slender blonde girl standing next to Juan in Byzantine-style clothing. After Lucrezia’s wedding day, Rodrigo asked Pinto Ruiqiu erased the girl, and painted a graceful myrtle tree in the place that belonged to her.

Even at night, the light source in the Pope's office was still behind him, making it impossible for anyone standing in front of him to see his expression.

Rodrigo looked at the documents that his assistant Brandao had put on his desk earlier, and asked, "Did Lucrecia ask you?"

"Yes." Cesare replied.

"Did you tell her the truth?" Rodrigo slightly put down the document in his hand, and diverted his gaze to the son standing opposite him. At this moment, Cesare lowered his head slightly. This is him facing Rodrigo The consistent posture of the time represents respect without any transcendence.

Cesare said: "Yes, I told her the truth." He paused, and then added, "Lucrecia is still young, it will be fine after crying for a while."

Rodrigo put down the document in his hand, put his hand on his forehead, closed his eyes, rubbed it gently, and said with a little tiredness in his voice: "When they grow up, they will naturally understand My intention." He slightly opened his eyes and looked at Cesare, "Cesare, do you understand?"

Cesare shook his head.

"You will take over the helm of the Borgia family from me in the future. You should understand that any factors that put the family in danger should be completely killed before it ferments." Rodrigo said, "Gioia is My daughter, I love her, there is no doubt about it, but if she gets out of my control, it will be a big hidden danger for the Borgia family. People in power cannot tolerate the slightest soft heart, so I have to kill drop her."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Cesare say, "Is this why you killed her?"

The voice really belonged to Cesare, but it was absolutely impossible for such an extremely cold and murderous voice to come out of Cesare, a teenager who was only in his teens.

Rodrigo paused as he rubbed his forehead, then opened his eyes, and looked at Cesare standing in front of him. At this time, Cesare also slowly raised his head, he was still the same Zhang has a young and handsome face, but the eyes are blood red that does not belong to humans at all.

A flash of lightning split the night sky, bringing an instant of daytime. The window behind Rodrigo reflected a tall figure at this instant, and the shadow completely covered him, but at this moment, he had no time to Pay no attention to this suspicious shadow again, but stare at Cesare standing in front of him, his pupils dilated slightly.

"Who are you? You are not Cesare." Rodrigo asked calmly, "Are you an assassin?"

As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Cesare, and he took out a dagger from the hidden compartment under the desk.

However, the red-eyed Cesare didn't answer any of his questions, he just stared at Rodrigo with those dark eyes, and then took a step towards him.

"How dare you kill her." Cesare said these words almost gnashing his teeth, with deep hatred.

Although Rodrigo didn't know who the person was, from these few words, he probably knew who the person was coming for. He exhaled and said, "You are, for that child Qiaoya." ?"

Cesare's eyes flashed fiercely in an instant, and the next moment, he was half-squatting on the desk, with the fingers of his right hand tightly grasping Rodrigo's throat.

Rodrigo didn't see his movements clearly at all, so he was strangled by the throat, and it was extremely difficult to even speak. He began to realize that the origin of this person who occupied Cesare's consciousness was very likely to be stronger than that of the Brotherhood of Assassins. complex.

Cesare's eyes were so close to him that he could easily see the anger, hatred, and even the deepest pain hidden in those blood-colored eyes.

"You are not qualified to say her name." Cesare's voice was extremely low.

Rodrigo looked straight into his eyes and tried his best to utter a few words: "She, she is my daughter, I raised her, I am the most qualified...to decide her life and death... "

"Ha, human's desire to control is really ridiculous." Cesare's tone was full of sarcasm, "You killed her, but even if she died, she would not submit to you, you are the most ridiculous people."

Rodrigo's eyes widened, he gritted his teeth, then raised his right hand, and thrust the dagger he had taken out from the secret compartment of the desk into Cesare's chest viciously, and his blade Before he arrived, Cesare suddenly closed his eyes, let go of his hand suddenly, and Rodrigo fell back to the chair. In a panic, the dagger in his hand scratched Cesare's face. A long scar.

Cesare let out a miserable howl, covered his face, and rolled off Rodrigo's desk, and Rodrigo sat slumped on the chair for a long time before recovering, he stretched out his hand to wipe himself Cold sweat broke out on the forehead, and then supported the table with trembling hands, propped up his somewhat exhausted body, and slowly stood up.

Cesare curled up at the foot of the table and groaned, a few bloodstains flowed between the fingers covering his face.

Rodrigo exhaled, and the bloody dagger slipped from his hand and fell on the soft Persian carpet without making any sound.

He seemed to have woken up from a terrible dream, only now had a sense of grounded reality, and he was about to go around the desk to call the doctor to see Cesare, when he heard the wooden lattice of the window behind him. The sound of window frames rubbing.

The wind brought rain into the warm room, making him shiver involuntarily.

He was about to turn around and close the window when a cold and hard hand had already strangled his neck from behind him.

"I want you to die." A strange, extremely cold male voice said behind him.

Rodrigo seemed to see a pair of beautiful but extremely sinister red eyes in the void. These eyes were like a whirlpool, dragging him into the bloody abyss. struggling.

It seems that behind him is the icy water of the Tyrrhenian Sea and the hot magma of Mount Vesuvius.

Just when his fear was getting bigger and bigger, and the hand strangling his neck was about to wring his head off with all his strength, he suddenly heard a familiar but strange girl coming from the sound of rain. the sound of.

He couldn't hear what she said, but at that moment, he seemed to return to the time when he first saw the little baby lying in the crib more than ten years ago.

The child's mother, Martina, never gave him a good look, and he naturally didn't expect too much from this child. Anyway, from the beginning, he just wanted a descendant with the blood of a falconer.

However, not long after the child stared at him for the first time, he suddenly laughed.

Rodrigo Borgia, who had given birth to countless children with countless mistresses, seemed to have realized at that time why some fathers would dedicate everything to their children and the whole world.