I didn't know you were such a vampire

"Mrs. Martina of the Totti family seems to have passed away before the guards arrived."

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When Qiao Ya heard this sentence, her breathing stopped for a few seconds, and then she began to struggle violently. However, the priest is a strong middle-aged man after all. The 15-year-old Qiao Ya seemed to be tightly bound by ropes, and all her struggles were wasting her energy in vain.

At this time, she saw two young and strong guards passing by the entrance of the alley. Looking carefully, she could also see that this man was escorting a short boy with staggering steps, but only saw the boy's brilliant golden hair, Her eye sockets turned red instantly, and tears welled up uncontrollably.

Obviously on this morning, everything was the same as usual. She was surrounded by the cold air and struggled to get out of the warm quilt. She watched the morning light pouring on the red roof of Florence through the window. She was still Even if she returns to the Vatican, she will often write back, asking about Martina's illness, Marco's study status, and whether Syrio has expressed his love to Lisa in the end, and whether Arturo is at the gate of the Lord's Palace Wait until his beloved Monica.

However, prayers at noon did not seem to be of any use. Florence's dreams were like bubbles floating on the Arno River, which would be shattered when the wind blew.

She struggled again, desperate to get out of the dark alley and get her young, withdrawn brother out of the hands of the two guards.

"Miss Joya, don't blame me, everything is for your safety." The priest held her tightly and whispered in her ear, and then she felt a pain in the back of her neck, and her eyes went dark, and she didn't know anything up.

When Qiaoya woke up, before she could open her eyes, she felt the bumps under her body. She was familiar with this kind of bumps. In midsummer, she took a car from the Vatican to Florence along the Apennines. At that time, it was bumpy all the way here.

She slowly stood up, only to find that she was covered with a thin blanket, and her injured ankle had been carefully bandaged, and the burning pain in the ankle had temporarily disappeared.

A few wisps of warm sunlight leaked into the carriage through the cracks in the window curtains, and gently sprinkled on her face. She closed her eyes reflexively, and then heard a horse neighing outside the carriage, and the carriage slowed down. Slowly stopped.

The priest gently opened the door curtain. Seeing that Qiao Ya had woken up, he handed in the water bag and dry food wrapped in paper, and asked, "Miss Qiao Ya, are you hungry?"

Qiao Ya wanted to speak, but before she could make a sound, she felt her throat dry, as if a rusty blunt knife was cutting her throat. She stretched out a hand tremblingly, and took the water from the priest bag, unplugged it, and poured the liquid down his throat.

This inconspicuous and even shabby-looking water bag is filled with high-quality wine, which tastes familiar to her. It should be the wine that symbolizes the blood of Jesus during church services.

She drank half a bag in one breath, coughed a few times, wiped the liquid overflowing from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, then looked at the priest and said, "Where are you taking me?"

With a smile on his face, the priest said, "Miss Qiao Ya should have already guessed it."

"My father asked you to take me back to the Vatican, but he probably didn't order you to take me back in this way." Qiao Ya sneered and raised the corners of her lips.

"Under the circumstances, I have no choice but to make a bad plan." The priest said slowly, "During this time, Ms. Joya will come to the church with the rest of the Totti family to worship every Sunday. You and the Totti family members I can see how we get along, and now that something happened to the Totti family, I guess that Ms. Joya will not return to the Vatican on time as Father Rodrigo ordered."

Qiao Ya was silent for a long time after hearing this, then lowered her head, tightly clenched the water bag in her right hand, and uttered a few words from her throat with difficulty: "The flag bearer of justice...is there any evidence...to prove that the former lord Your Excellency was assassinated by Ricardo?"

The priest smiled slightly: "I'm not sure about this. I'm just a priest, not an official of the Florence City Hall."

"But there's no evidence." Qiao Ya gritted her teeth and said.

"Miss Qiaoya lives in the Vatican, so she should know about it." The priest said, "Not everything needs evidence."

Qiao Ya sighed and closed her eyes.

For a long time, she has been watching everything happening in this world as an outsider.

The pope took the lead and opened the Holy See of luxurious and prostitute life; ignorant villagers tied a single woman from a foreign country to the stake; Neighbor, if you give money, you can get indulgences in the Holy See, exonerating the murderer from all culpability.

The priest was right. Not everything needs evidence, and not all crimes are punished.

"Then...will they die?" She was silent for a long time before finally speaking again.

The priest seemed to think for a while before saying, "I can't guarantee their lives or deaths. Miss Joya, you should know what happened to the last person who intended to assassinate Lorenzo Medici."

The mastermind of the Pazzi family who created the bloody mass was caught by the people of Florence and hanged in the Piazza della Signoria. The tragic scene was finally painted on the wall of the city hall by Botticelli.Announce to the world what will happen to those who plot against the Medici family.

"However, this arrest was carried out secretly by the city hall, and not many people know about it." The priest continued, "It is very likely that the nobles in power wanted to persecute Mr. Totti to achieve some purpose. If so, they It would not be easy to execute the Totti family, Miss Joya may wish to think about the bright side, the disaster of prison is much better than losing one's life."

At least one life was saved, no?

Qiao Ya seemed to have lost all her strength, and leaned against the carriage. She slowly reached out and took out a dilapidated dried flower from the inner pocket of the dust-stained shirt on her body.

It was what she got from Martina before she died, and it was the carnation she gave her when she first saw Martina.

This is a feeling that she has not experienced for a long time.

She used to think that her biological mother, whom she had never met in this world, was just a dispensable existence for her, and her trip to Florence was just a short summer trip.

But it was this person who she once thought was dispensable, at midnight, through a window, directly expressed what was in her heart.

Martina once said that she regretted abandoning her in the first place, so that they didn't know each other so late.

But Joya knew that if she did it all over again, Martina would still leave Rome, because such a free and unruly soul with strong goals and beliefs could not bear the boring life and the filth of the church. and the dark Vatican.

That's why Martina asked her, "What do you really want, Joya?"

When the priest saw the dried carnation in Qiao Ya's hand, the polite and distant smile in his eyes paused for a while, and then he said softly: "Miss Qiao Ya, don't worry, I've made arrangements, and Madame Martina will get a decent burial. He paused, and then said, "You should also know that this is all I can do, and Miss Qiao Ya...you can't do anything yet."

His words blocked all the rest of Qiao Ya's words. After watching him for a long time, Qiao Ya finally sighed and laughed mockingly: "Now I know why my father arranged for you to send me back to the Vatican."

After she finished speaking, she leaned her head back against the carriage, pinching the fragile dried carnation flower vigorously, but cautiously, and closed her eyes.

There are more than 300 kilometers between Florence and the Vatican, which can be reached in more than three hours by car in later generations, but in this era when only horse-drawn carriages can be used as a means of transportation, it is impossible to calculate the time spent on the journey. Lishui woke up several times, and the reality and dreams of the life of the Totti family were intertwined, so that she was still in the same state when the carriage stopped at the gate of the Orsini Palace and the curtain was lifted from the outside. A state of half-dream and half-awake.

The temperature in the Vatican was slightly warmer than that in Florence. Even so, after someone stepped into the car, she still pulled the thin blanket covering her body tighter, and even buried the part of her face below her nose in it.

She dimly heard the priest tell people that she had been exhausted for a long time, and her body and spirit were a little weak, so she raised her head, first her eyes were squinted by the sunlight pouring in from the lifted curtain, and then she heard a familiar voice A pleasant voice said beside her, "Qiaoya, you are back!"

She turned her head and saw Lucrecia squatting beside her.

The little girl had already changed into an autumn skirt, and her blond hair, which was usually loose behind her head, was carefully coiled up. She looked much more energetic, her eyes were wide open, filled with joy.

"Joya, I haven't seen you for a long time, and I realize that I miss you very much." The little girl said, kneeling and sitting beside Qiao Ya, and said, "I didn't expect you to go to Florence this time. After so long, did you have too much fun there? Did you see the Botticelli painting? Isn’t it very beautiful? Adriana said Florence is a very, very beautiful city, is it true?”

Qiao Ya listened to her series of questions, and after a long time, she smiled and said, "It's beautiful there."