I didn't know you were such a vampire

Votera is a town built along the hills. Contrary to the overall gloomy color of Monteriggioni, the architectural color of this small town is more towards Florence. On both sides of the narrow brick and stone streets, the buildings are close together. The three-storey small buildings connected together, without exception, are all ocher yellow brick walls and red tiled roofs.

Such a completely different style is due to the fact that Italy was not fully unified during the Middle Ages. Except for the northern Lombardy region, which participated in the medieval process of Western Europe, other places developed their own medieval style independently.

The bright sunshine, warm-toned buildings unique to Votera, and the laughing crowds in red robes rushing towards the center of the city once made Qiaoya, who was crowded and walking forward, think that she had returned to the city. When she arrived at the train station during the Spring Festival travel period in her previous life, she didn't have to bother to get the map of Voltra, the crowds had already swept her towards the Bell Tower Square, and during this process, the expression on her face could even be said to be frightened.

When Mario and Ezio taught her the basic assassin skills, one of the exercises was to follow the crowd to hide her tracks and sense of presence.Although this skill is not very lethal, it is very suitable for sneaking in. Qiao Ya also learned it very seriously. She often practiced it on the streets of Monteriggioni. When I arrived at the brothel, I was laughed at by Claudia for a long time.

Qiao Ya also made full preparations for sneaking into Voltera this time.

After she felt that the lord of Otra must have known about the incident in Isaac Village, she decided to sneak into the lord's castle on St. understand this.

First she was a foreigner who pretended to hear about the St. Marcus Festival and came to participate. She walked around the city of Waterla a few times, and learned from several young people who were also preparing to rush to participate in the festival carnival that the city of Waterla was not Unlike other medieval city-states where there was a specific lord, the ruling class here was a family, the Volturi.

The Volturi family is very mysterious. Except for grand festivals, they usually don’t show up easily. The direct jurisdiction of the city is handed over to the managers elected by the people. The managers go to the Volturi Castle to report to the city once a month. The situation is such that common people hardly see members of this family except for celebrations.

Volturi has been passed down for thousands of years, and has been the ruler of Voltura from generation to generation. It has a very rich family heritage, and each member has a shocking beauty, so that this extremely mysterious family has a reputation in the Voltura area. With a large number of believers, the local influence even exceeds that of Catholicism.

So every St. Marcus's Day, everyone in the city of Waterla will rush to this small town on the foot of the mountain. Apart from participating in the annual carnival, another very important reason is to meet a Meet the Watturi who only shows up briefly once a year.

Among these fanatical believers, you only need to follow them to agree with the Volturi family, and you don’t need to care too much about the rest, so Qiao Ya followed the flow of people from the city gate, squeezed through the narrow stairway, and finally squeezed When entering the Bell Tower Square, no one noticed that she was a new face.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and when she was about to look around, she suddenly heard the crowd in the square suddenly become more excited. They shouted loudly, and even the children who were picked up by their parents clapped their hands heavily.

Qiao Ya, an outsider, reacted immediately, followed the crowd to cheers that she didn't understand the meaning of, and then looked up at the place everyone was staring at - the tower in the middle of the square.

From the peasant hostess in Florence to the civilians around Votra, when everyone mentions the carnival of San Marcus Festival, they will not skip the bell tower square where the carnival is held. It is said that hundreds of years ago, This square already existed, but about 100 years ago, the Volturi family suddenly funded and built the bell tower in the center of the square. At that time, some people questioned that building the bell tower on the square might affect the development of the square. The efficiency of the people in the evacuation, but when the clock tower was built, it became the landmark of Waterla.

When Qiao Ya looked up at the clock tower, she was dazzled by the high noon sun. She squinted her eyes subconsciously. After the eyes under the hood gradually adapted to the intensity of the noon sun, she saw the clock tower. the whole picture.

The bell tower is not high, and it is a Gothic building that does not match the style of the whole town. Indoor sunlight is extremely limited.

Qiao Ya glanced at it and found it familiar, and then remembered that this bell tower was very similar to Giotto's bell tower in front of the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore in Florence, and it could almost be said to be carved out of the same mold.

The word "counterfeit" flashed in her mind. At this time, the crowd in the square cheered even more. She saw a figure appearing from the window on the top floor of the clock tower. She thought it was the Volturi family. Immediately afterwards, I saw the person behind the window protruding a round head with a Mediterranean hairstyle.

Qiao Ya's eyes widened suddenly, and then she heard people around shouting in a Votra accent: "It's Mr. Rodriguez!"

There is no surname Rodriguez in Italy. This old man should have come across the ocean from England, no wonder he has such a hairstyle.

Although this Mr. Rodriguez is not a pure-blooded Italian, he speaks Italian very fluently with a Votra accent. Joya heard the general idea, to the effect that everyone is welcome to come and participate in this year's San Marcus Then he summarized the development of various industries in Waterla this year. This bald old man should be the elected manager of this term.

Mr. Rodriguez spoke for a while, then paused for a while, with an inexplicable smile on his face, and continued: "This day, everyone must have been looking forward to it for a long time, yes, representatives from the distinguished Volturi family , also came to the carnival scene!"

Before the words were finished, the cheers in the square made Qiao Ya feel that she almost lost her hearing. She covered her ears in a hurry and looked around helplessly. She only saw the red crowd under the clock tower, Countless hands stretched out, like a dying person who fell into a crater of boiling hot magma, waiting for redemption.

Although Joya has lived in the Vatican for more than ten years, she has a quiet personality and does not like to go out. She has never seen believers from all over Europe come to the Vatican to worship, even when Juan described the pope election ceremony to her vividly. In the square outside the Sistine Chapel, those kneeling and holding a cross prayed, but she still couldn't imagine what kind of fanaticism brought by religious belief to ordinary people.

And just when the cheers reached their peak, she saw a tall figure in a black cloak slowly walking out from behind Mr. Rodriguez. When she saw the black cloak, her pupils suddenly narrowed, and her ears Those huge waves-like noises seemed to be separated from her by several waves at this moment, becoming hazy and in a trance, so quiet that she could hear her own heartbeat clearly.

She unconsciously held her breath, watching a pale and graceful hand protruding from under the cloak, and slowly lifted the hat covering her head.

For a moment, she thought of the sunny alley in Florence.

The man who raised his hood condescendingly in front of her.

Two almost identical actions, one in her eyes and the other in her mind, were carried out slowly and synchronously, until the man on the bell tower lifted his hat, revealing a head of meticulous shoulder-length black hair.

The world returned to normal in an instant.

Qiao Ya frowned amid the cheers, lowered her head again, and covered her heart with one hand in doubt. Before she could understand the wonderful feeling just now, she heard the person in the bell tower speak. Now, the voice is as smooth and graceful as silk belonging to the youth: "Great people of Voltera, I am Arlo Volturi."

Qiao Ya followed the reputation and saw the black-haired young man on the clock tower who was almost completely hidden in the sun and could not see his face clearly. Like Caius, he also had an extremely straight and elegant figure. His hands were pale and slender, probably because his hair was black. His complexion was paler than Caius's, with delicate features and a well-curved smile on the corner of his mouth.

If Caius is a youth between a teenager and a youth, then he is a fully mature youth.

Arlo Volturi should be one of Caius' elder brothers.

Qiao Ya didn't continue to look at A Luo standing on the tower, she looked around for a while, then looked away, while everyone was carnival for A Luo, she lowered her head, bent her waist, and turned around , squeezed from the crowd to the edge of the square.Fortunately, at this moment, everyone was crazy about Ah Luo, and no one paid attention to the stranger who bumped into her, so it didn't take long for her to squeeze to the edge of the clock tower square, and then jumped down the steps of the square, Leaning on the steps, he took a breath.

When she first started training as an assassin, she knew that blending into the crowd was a skill that tested her skills, but she didn't expect that getting out of the crowd would be equally exhausting.

After her breathing stabilized, she began to look around at the buildings near the square.

Like Florence, Volturi Castle, Voltura's lord's residence, was also built on the edge of the square in the center. At this moment, almost all the people in the city gathered in the square, and the streets outside the square criss-crossed the town. Instead, it was empty, just convenient for her to play.

She took off the red robe and hat that restricted her movement, revealing the white assassin robe. She stretched her right hand behind her head, pinched the hood hanging behind her head, and covered it over her head. After using the Hidden Blade mechanism, he took advantage of the terrain and jumped to the roof of a small building below.

Although a carnival was being held in the square, in order to avoid being discovered, Qiao Ya kept her figure as low as possible. She stepped on the tiles on the roof and quickly circled the foreign aid in the square. The back of Turi Castle.

Although she is not familiar with the terrain and building distribution of Voltra City, she still ran to the back of the Gothic castle at the high place behind the Bell Tower Square at the fastest speed under the premise of ensuring safety. The brick wall on the edge of the castle blocked the sight of everyone in the square.

Gothic buildings generally have multiple long and narrow windows. This design is very suitable for assassins to climb. When Joya came to the back of the castle, she stepped on a raised gap and climbed up. Leaping up, he grabbed the edge of the short platform outside the window frame with both hands.

In this way, she climbed several floors in a row, and then found a window that was not closed tightly, and climbed up the short platform to break the window and swayed into the room. After rolling around on the floor of the room, she He half-kneeled again, and before he could fully stabilize his figure, he felt an extremely slight wind sound behind him.

After nearly six months of fighting training in Monteriggioni, her reflexes were extraordinary. She immediately turned sideways, intending to avoid the attacks of the people behind her. However, before she could complete the sideways movement, a pair of Hands that were as cold and hard as marble had already strangled her neck and pinned her against the wall.