I didn't know you were such a vampire

Many young and middle-aged men in the slums do some physical work on the riverside wharf near the city, and they meet to walk to the wharf together before dawn every day.Qiao Ya also followed Abud in the team, yawning and counting with her fingers. Since returning to the Vatican, she hadn't seen him for a long time before coming out from the other side of the city at five or six o'clock in the morning. cheeks.

The weather hadn't completely warmed up yet, but they were only wearing thin clothes, the cuffs of which had been frayed to shreds, and the skin exposed outside the clothes was as rough as unpolished stones.

Qiao Ya and Abud walked in the middle of the team, hiding their figures through the adults walking around.Abud's clothes were still short on Qiao Ya's body, and her wrists and ankles were exposed.After being a noble lady for 15 years, Qiao Ya is far from the residents of the slums in terms of face, body shape and skin, so she rolled a few times in the dusty corner of the house, and jumped out of the fire. He pulled out a burnt firewood and wiped a few handfuls of black ash on his face.

The short hair style after she cut off her long hair with a knife is what she thinks is a magic stroke.

When she threw those long pale golden hairs into the fire, Abud looked at those hairs, then at the top of her frizzy and unaesthetic head, frowned, and thought for a long time before using Italian Yu said, "What a pity."

"The hair will grow if it's gone." Qiao Ya said with a smile, "And my hair grows really fast."

The young Abud gave her a fierce look, then shrank into a corner some distance away from her. She was a little confused at first, so she realized that she had hurt herself after seeing the thin strands of hair on Abud's head. The fragile heart of a bald boy.

So much so that when Aboud mingled into the crowd heading to the pier with her fully armed, her dirty little face was still smelly.

Probably because she brought up several younger siblings in one hand, Qiao Ya is both patient and good at coaxing children.After they got rid of the slums, Abud's tense little face eased a little, and then a middle-aged man walking beside him spoke a string of Arabic with a smile, and Abud raised his head to answer him, and then Looking back, seeing Qiao Ya looking at him curiously, she snorted and said, "My uncle asked, you look very unfamiliar, when did you come here? I said you are a foreigner, coming to Rome Looking for relatives, I fainted on the mountain from hunger, my mother picked you up, and you are going to find your relatives today."

Qiao Ya nodded, thought for a while, and then whispered to Abud: "Although the search team of the Holy See didn't expect me to turn around and go back to Rome for a while, they will return to the city to search if they don't make it all. You must be careful. All traces of my presence will be erased, this is the safest way. On the surface, my escape this time has nothing to do with your two sisters, but just in case, you must remind them, Never speak Italian again in front of anyone, not even your own relatives, you know?"

Abud looked at her for a long time before nodding slightly.

Qiao Ya smiled, she habitually wanted to reach out to touch the child's head, and immediately realized that children with thin hair usually mind others rubbing their hair, so she withdrew her hand in silence

A group of people chatted and laughed, and also came to the post station outside the city. There are always some traders who need to deliver goods in major cities to stop for a rest. Abud took Joya to the end of the team, and then found him at the back of the stable. I contacted the driver the day before.

This coachman was also Abud's neighbor, because he was a well-known horse dealer in his hometown and could drive a cart. After he came to Rome, he quickly started a trade and transportation business.He happened to have a batch of goods to be sent to Monteriggioni near Florence, so he accepted Joya at Abud's request.

After Joya jumped onto the straw stack pulled by the carriage in a graceful manner, Abud, who had just sat down against the straw stack, walked around the horse after talking to the coachman, came to Joya, and stared at Joya. After looking at Ya's messy hair for a long time, she stumbled and said, "Successful journey."

"Okay, let me borrow your good words." Qiao Ya said with a smile, "If I have a chance to return to Rome in the future, I will definitely come to see you."

"I will definitely not live in that crappy place by then." Abud said. After he finished speaking, he took a few steps forward and stretched out his clenched right hand to Qiao Ya. Qiao Ya thought he was going to touch her. He also stretched out his hand, and just about to touch the back of his hand, he suddenly grabbed Qiao Ya's hand, his palms joined together, and the round thing he was pinching in his palm stuck to Qiao Ya's palm.

"My sister told me why she wanted to help you." Abud raised his chin and said, "Respect our people, and we will respect her, so we don't need this. Sooner or later, I will take my mother , my sister, and my neighbors moved out of that poor place."

Qiao Ya was stunned for a moment, but at this moment, Abud had already let go of her hand, stepped back a few steps, turned around and ran towards the neighbors who had already gone away, without waiting for Qiao Ya to speak.

The sun completely jumped over the layers of eaves in the city of Rome, and the morning light, with grains of gold, jumped onto Qiao Ya's shoulders, reflecting her messy short hair even more brilliantly, and a round pearl quietly Lying in her palm, a ray of light was plated on the edge of the circular outline.

The carriages used to transport goods are naturally not comparable to the carriages used by nobles. There is no windshield carriage, no cushion to reduce the cushion, and naturally no thin blanket to cover when resting.Qiao Ya was lying in the haystack with her hands folded behind her head. When she opened her eyes, she could see the blue sky covered with thin clouds. Naturally, she ignored the bumps under the wheels.

The coachman has traveled all over the Apennine Peninsula in recent years, not only is he fluent in Italian than other neighbors, he is also more knowledgeable.He sits in the front and drives the car. When he has nothing to do, he chats with Joya in Italian with a slight accent, but Joya makes her voice a little rougher. In order to completely separate herself from Miss Borgia, she also specially uses The accent was changed to a Tuscan dialect, thinking that this foreign coachman would not be able to tell whether the accent was authentic.

In Joya’s own narrative, she is from Florence, and she came to Rome this time to find relatives, but only after arriving in Rome did she find that her relatives had died of the plague a long time ago, and the journey from Florence to Rome was almost exhausted. With all her savings, she was desperate and almost starved to death on the street. Then she was rescued by Abud's mother and brought back to the slums.

"Then you are really brave." The coachman said, "You should be quite young, and you dare to run so far. I often walk the road from Florence to Rome, and it is not too short."

As soon as Qiao Ya heard that he often went to Florence, she immediately sat up straight between the haystacks, exhaled, tried her best to suppress her beating heart, and said with a smile: "That's natural. She paused, and asked seemingly unintentionally, "How long ago did uncle go to Florence last time?"

The coachman patted his whip and said, "I just came back not long ago. It should be Florence that left more than half a month ago."

Qiao Ya firmly grasped the straw around her, adjusted her expression, and asked again: "More than half a month ago, that was later than when I left. Excuse me, did any major events happen in Florence?"

The coachman laughed: "A big event? Ever since Lorenzo Medici passed away, every day in Florence has been a big event."

"Can you tell me?" Qiao Ya made her tone calmer. "I have been away from home for a long time, and I want to know what happened at home. On the Lord's Square..."

Before she finished speaking, the coachman seemed to have thought of something, and said: "I remembered when you mentioned the Piazza della Signoria, isn't the Piazza della Signoria in Florence occasionally executing death row prisoners? When I went to Florence last time, Just happened to meet, the death row prisoner was a middle-aged man, I heard that he was a nobleman in Florence before, and was hanged in the Piazza della Signoria for being suspected of murdering the former lord."

He continued: "I heard that he also has a son who is sick. He has been unable to speak since he was a child, and occasionally he can speak a few words, but he can't speak clearly. When others talk to him, he will never do it." In response, it would be better if he grew up a little in the past few years. The city officials originally thought that he was young and sick, so they didn't impose the death penalty on him, but locked him in the high tower of the Lord's Palace. Who knows A few days after his father was executed, he did not know where he found the opportunity and escaped."

"Tell me, how did a seven or eight-year-old child who can't speak well escape from the high tower of the Lord's Palace?" After the coachman finished speaking, he patted his horsewhip again, "Little brother?"

The coachman yelled several times before Qiao Ya answered with a trembling voice: "Well, I'm here."

"Why is there something wrong with your voice?" the coachman asked.

Qiao Ya wiped her eye sockets vigorously with her sleeve, and then said with a deliberate smile, "It's okay, I suddenly thought of my brother, I left home to go to Rome alone, and I don't know what happened to him during this time." How are you?"

As Joya guessed, Ricardo was hanged in the Piazza della Signoria, where countless people had been executed, including Ezio's father and brother, and Marco, who survived, did not know what kind of weapon he used. Method, escape from the high tower of the Lord's Palace.

After wiping away her tears, she clenched the hand hanging by her side, and began to guess how Marco escaped from the high tower of the Lord's Palace.

The high tower of the Lord's Palace has no external steps. The entire tower stands on the jagged city wall of the Lord's Palace. The exterior is smooth and can only be climbed from the inner steps.It is impossible for Marco to walk down the stairs inside the tower, avoiding the guards of the servants of the Lord's Palace and swaggering out of the Lord's Palace, and a child of seven or eight years old naturally has no ability to jump from the window of the tower down and escape unharmed.

He was rescued.

And Qiao Ya's first reaction was that assassin with outstanding ability to fly over walls, Ezio Auditore.

Probably because of the concern in her heart, the time passed extremely long. When the carriage drove into Monteriggioni, the destination of the coachman this time, Qiao Ya felt that she had already spent seven or eight days on this road. .

She wiped her face indiscriminately, stretched her body while sitting among the haystacks, and then jumped out of the car. As she prepared to eat something in Monteriggioni, she filled the water bag with wine, and then Continue on to Florence.

Monteriggioni is a small town. The architecture is very typical of the medieval masonry style. The windows are very small. After nightfall, the lights are not as gorgeous as in big cities like Rome and Florence. There are two eaves on the steps in the city. Connecting to the eaves, the warm yellow light forms the outline of this small town.narrow alleyway

Not long after the coachman entered the city, he found the buyer of the goods. While directing the servants to unload the goods from the carriage, the buyer weighed the florin gold coins in the cloth bag.

At this time, Qiao Ya was habitually observing her surroundings. Her gaze climbed up the stairs, and she saw a rather luxurious residence at the highest point not far from here.

"Where is it?" Qiao Ya asked, staring at which mansion.

The buyer was handing the bag of gold coins to the coachman. Hearing this, he followed Qiao Ya's line of sight, then smiled and said, "There, it is the ancestral property of the Auditore family that ruled Monteriggioni. .”

"Auditore?" Joya was taken aback, then immediately turned to look at the buyer, "Is that Auditore from Florence?"

"I don't know if it's the Auditore of Florence." The buyer said, "But for hundreds of years in Tuscany, there has been a particularly famous Auditore family... Where are you going, little brother? ?”

At this moment, Qiao Ya could no longer care about what they said behind her. She quickly ran towards the staircase, her eyes fixed on the mansion above the stairs, watching the lights of the mansion approaching her little by little.