I didn't know you were such a vampire

The Lord's Square was crowded with people, but at the entrance of the alley not far from the Lord's Square, there were only a few pedestrians. Most of them wore dark clothes and walked very fast. They passed the middle-aged priest standing at the entrance of the alley and the beautiful blonde girl. After a quick glance, he rushed towards the Lord's Square, apparently to attend the mourning event in the Lord's Square.

Qiao Ya followed the priest to the corner of the alley and stopped. She exposed her skirt to the corner of the brick wall. Before that, she asked Lisa to bring Marco back to Totti's mansion , asked Arturo and Sirio to stand where they could see the corner. If they saw her skirt disappearing at the corner, it meant her personal safety was threatened, and they must save her from the fire.

The priest walked in front of Qiao Ya, and when she heard her footsteps stop, he turned around and said, "Miss Qiao Ya, don't you believe me?"

Qiao Ya didn't hide it, but smiled at him politely, and said, "Do you think I might believe you?"

The priest nodded, and then said, "Suspicion is not a bad thing."

Qiao Ya was still smiling, and said: "The priest is wrong. It's not suspicious, but a relatively basic vigilance."

The priest smiled silently, took a random step towards Qiao Ya, and said, "Then why did Miss Qiao Ya come with me?"

"When I went to church for the first time, the priest's eyes were already very eye-catching. I don't think I am an eye-catching person, so I still care a little bit." Qiao Ya said, at that time When she drank the wine representing the holy blood of Jesus, she happened to meet the priest's gaze. She thought that the gaze that had been sticking to her was the same as when Rodrigo looked at Julia, but when she thought about it carefully, she couldn't I feel that the priest's eyes are more of a kind of inquiry and question.

It's just that she felt that she wouldn't be able to stay in Florence for too long at the time, so she didn't pay much attention to it.

Now that I think about it, this priest has probably met her in the Vatican or through other channels. When he first met her, he kept staring at her and thought she looked familiar.

It would never have been sent by Rodrigo to protect her.

Qiao Ya paused, and said again: "Besides, I am more concerned about what you said, 'Florence is about to change'."

Lorenzo's death will definitely have a great impact on Florence, but the Medici family has controlled Florence for many years and has a profound foundation, so such a shock is not a cause for concern.The words "Florence is about to change" that the priest said, if the audience were replaced by any Florentine, they would probably find it absurd, but Joya knew that this sentence was reasonable.

One is that through several contacts with Piero, she learned that he is not suitable for politics at all. Senior politicians play politics, and for people like Piero, they will be manipulated by changes in the political situation; In recent years, the Dominican monk Savonarola, who has a high reputation among the common people in Florence, criticized the sermons of the nobles, and the nobles who hold the power of the city have gradually lost their hearts.

The people of Florence have always been tough, and there are countless nobles who have been exiled by the people. They even caught the participants of Pazzi's conspiracy who planned to assassinate Lorenzo, and hanged them in front of the window of the Lord's Palace.

She could guess how terrible the incited citizens of Florence were.

It's just that it's one thing to guess in my heart, but another to tell her personally.

"It can also be said that it was your words, Father, that brought me here." Qiao Ya said with a smile, "Even if in your opinion, I am as deep-minded as my father Rodrigo Borgia, but I She is still a little girl who is full of curiosity about everything." When she said the last sentence, she did not feel guilty because she had lived two lives, but the smile on her face became sweeter.

"Then since Ms. Qiao Ya will follow me here, she must have already guessed it." The priest said.

Joya nodded. It seemed that Savonarola had attracted the attention of the Holy See, to be precise, Rodrigo.

Joya had never heard of Savonarola's sermons, but according to Ricardo's chat at the dinner table, this person claimed to have received the inspiration of the Holy Spirit to become a prophet, and he was eloquent and a recognized prophet with a brilliant tongue. The preacher of the lotus flower, when he preached, the streets of Florence were empty, and people flocked to him.

Moreover, he was an ascetic monk, and he attacked not only the nobles who lived in luxury in Florence, but also the clergy of the Holy See in his mouth, who were hypocritical robbers who betrayed their priesthood in extravagance.

It is impossible for Rodrigo to let such a person who does not belong to the Holy See camp and already has a certain influence.

She thought for a while and said, "Since the priest said that my father arranged for you to take me out of Florence, then he should also know that I will not leave with a stranger without a good reason." She smiled, " Although I believe part of your rhetoric."

The priest laughed and said, "Pope Innocent is very ill and is dying. A few days ago, he ordered someone to find three young men, and promised each of them a gold ducat as a reward to extract fresh blood from their bodies. Injected into the body, hoping to rejuvenate, but it still didn’t help, the three boys were not spared, the Holy See could only make up forty gold ducats for each family, and the Pope’s condition became more serious.”

Qiao Ya was stunned. She knew that Pope Innocent's style was absurd, but she didn't expect it to be so absurd.

Leaving aside whether young people's blood can rejuvenate a dying old man, blood transfusions were performed in an era when there was no sense of sterility and blood type theory, then Pope Innocent, who was already incurable, could basically choose one Choose your own cemetery.

"So, Miss Qiaoya, you know, your father is determined to win." The priest said.

"Then..." Qiao Ya frowned, "He needs me to go back to the Vatican immediately because..."

The priest smiled and said nothing more.

This night, for the people of Florence, is a sleepless night, until late at night, there are still drunk young people in the streets, shouting by the river, on the bridge, and some Savonarola Supporters are loudly repeating the ascetic's claim that the city can no longer be controlled by the nobles above.

The priest was right, the sky was about to change in Florence, and the death of Lorenzo was like a dark cloud moving in the sky, kicking off the prelude to a storm.

And Qiao Ya sat in front of the desk for a long time, until the movement outside the window gradually subsided, and found the "Ten Days Talk" she brought from the Vatican from among the randomly piled books on the desk, and slowly turned the pages , Then realized that the letter addressed to Adriana and her younger brothers and sisters had already asked Arturo to send a messenger to the Vatican in the heavy rain a few days ago.

And at the end of that letter, after she was led by Piero to browse Florence at night, she put together word by word with her unspeakable affection for this city.

She wrote about the magnificent Lord's Palace in the night, and the dome of the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore that pierced into the sky. As for the boy who only said "You want to be beautiful" when she asked for a story, she wrote about it at the tip of her pen. After wandering around for thousands of times, it didn't land on the letter paper in the end.

She understands that the educators of the Vatican want to see what she expresses, which is why she was praised by Rodrigo and Adriana for being silent and precocious since she was a child.

Qiao Ya jumped onto the window sill again, followed the previous footprints, and climbed onto the roof.

It's just that this time she didn't immediately climb to Martina's bed, but walked along the roof to the place where the vampire threw her to the ground the night before. There was a very small drop of blood on the collar of the man's shirt, so she probably thought that she had told too many vampire stories a while ago, which caused her to hallucinate.

She simply sat down with her knees curled up, her elbows resting on her knees, and she looked up at the place where the moon was hanging.

The moon this night was a little fuller than the previous night. Under the moonlight, the surrounding stars seemed dim. In her field of vision, the lights on both sides of the Arno River were extinguished one by one, and the people who had experienced a huge blow during the day ended. After this day, they all fell into deep sleep.

Only Qiao Ya remained stubbornly in the night.

I don't know how long it took, she heard the sound of someone walking on the roof tiles behind her, the steps were very light, but she still caught the sound, she turned her head and saw Ezio wearing a hood He walked to her side, then supported his body with one hand, and sat on the roof not far from her.

The two are sitting in the same position and looking at the same moon.

After a long time, Ezio asked: "Little girl, your...is your name Qiao Ya?"

Qiao Ya nodded and said, "Yes."

"Waiting for someone?" She asked again.

Qiao Ya froze for a moment, then shook her head: "No."

"Ha." Ezio laughed, "That's missing someone."

"No!" Qiao Ya raised her voice.

"Don't try to fool me." Ezio laughed, "Although that guy Ricardo has been targeting me all the time, he is right about one thing, that is, there are indeed quite a lot of girls I pass by."

"... Oh." Qiao Ya turned her head, as expected of an Italian man.

"Look there." Ezio pointed in one direction, and Joya looked in the direction he pointed. It was the other end of the Arno River, where there were rolling houses, and only one or two windows remained. There are sporadic lights.

"My lover at the time would leave a lamp for me until very late every night." Ezio said with a smile, "because she knew that at night, at some point, I would run under the window of her house and throw stones at her window. Her windowpane, after she opened the window, climbed into her window..." He paused, then smiled, "Have a wonderful night."

Qiao Ya looked at Deng Tuzi with the expression on her face.

"Little girl, your expression is wrong." Ezio said, "Since you have unique skills, you must make more use of your abilities."

"I believe that your father didn't let you receive strict assassin training from an early age so that you could hack girls' windows." Qiao Ya said with a straight face.

"But at that time, I was carefree, how could I think so much." Ezio said, "Is it wrong to want to meet the person I like? Obviously not."

He stood up, stretched his waist, and said, "Little girl, this world can't restrain your footsteps, so you should go out and have a look." He laughed, "If there is a boy you like, you can also go Crack his window. Instead of sitting by the window every day, sitting on the roof, waiting for him to pop up behind you."

Qiao Ya suddenly turned her head to look at him, but he had already turned around, walked to the other side of the roof, and said to herself: "As expected, I'm still not suitable for family education... Ricardo must give it to me in a serious manner. I thank..."

Qiao Ya turned her head and looked at the crescent moon again.

Tentatively, she took a step forward.