Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

PS1: Feel. Let it work.

The OP of Oregairu is going to become the material for ghost videos!

PS2: I played Mei's character song and drew the thunder law while eating, and I fought until the third to last...

Mei, I was wrong.

Chapter 036 My Rental Girlfriend is Da Vinci

“Actually, this house doesn’t look that great from the outside.”

When Alvin walked through the gate, the house looked no different from other large buildings in Florence from the front. They were all equally grand and dull, but once you walked in, the scene you saw would exceed everyone's expectations.

When he re-entered the house, a luxuriously decorated and unusually spacious living room appeared before him. Because of the time, the light here was very dim, and the air was also very stuffy because there were no windows. The walls were covered with dark red and dark brown velvet, and the middle was dotted with oriental tapestries, which depicted various ladies from the East. There was a smell of incense in the air.

Most of the furniture was furnished with couches upholstered in expensive brocade, and beside the couches, on trays were low tables filled with silver bottles of wine, local glasses, and golden bowls of preserves. Most surprising was the people in the room. A dozen pretty girls, dressed in green and yellow silk and satin, cut in the current Venetian fashion, but with skirts slit down the sides to reveal the thighs and necklines so deep that they were particularly suggestive. On three walls of the room, between the tapestries and draperies, were doors, and he had a rough idea of ​​who the original owner of the house had been.

Alvin looked around and found that it was not the same as what he saw before he left.

"Did I go the wrong way?"

"of course not!"

An elegant woman was walking towards him from the center of the room, her appearance was just like the painting, and her clothes were more luxurious than most princesses. But there was a hint of sadness in her eyes, which inexplicably added to her sexiness, which made him involuntarily attracted to her.

"da Vinci?"

“The correct answer.”

God has mercy on him. This is the first time he has seen Da Vinci like this. Her black hair is scattered behind her, and a bunch of hair is hung on the side of her ear by a purple lace thread. She is wearing a small checkered lace dress over a red shirt. Her fair wrists are hung with beautiful bracelets, and her fingers are covered with precious jewels. Everything she wears is so luxurious and exquisite, but it doesn't feel redundant or cumbersome at all, as if she should have been dressed like this.

"It seems I'm lucky."

“It’s not without reason.”

Da Vinci clapped his hands, and the girls left, leaving only her and Alvin in the living room.

"Are those girls dolls?" Just now, a girl walked past him and saw the white parts.

"Do you think I was able to recruit so many people in such a short time? Could it be that the Doge of Venice sent them here personally?"

"To be honest, I did think so."

"Really? Is it really so incredible that I can use magic... Never mind, just follow me."

Alvin was surprised to see the room that had once been cluttered with junk now transformed into a workshop, a room that he had never imagined would be transformed in just one afternoon, with shelves filled with expensive, well-bound books, fine Turkish rugs, walnut and boxwood furniture, and silver-gilt sconces and candelabra.

In the center of the room was a table with a large-scale model of the Seta Palace and its surroundings. Countless wooden figurines were scattered around. Soon after they sat down, a particularly tempting aroma wafted over.

"It's 5pm now, would you like something to eat?" Da Vinci said, and her mysterious temperament, which was completely different from her usual temperament, almost intoxicated him. "A few cookies? Maybe some coffee?"

"Coffee, then."

After saying that, she handed Alvin a small white porcelain cup. In the cup was a boiling black liquid, which was the source of the previous fragrance.

Alvin took a sip. His lips burned a little, but it wasn't bad. He gave his opinion, only adding abruptly, "Perhaps it would be better with some cream and sugar."

"The taste will be ruined if that happens, you should know that." Da Vinci was a little angry. They finished their coffee, and Alvin suddenly felt a new energy surge through her body. It seemed that Da Vinci had added something, so it was no wonder that she said that.

"You were almost asleep on the gondola this afternoon, and you told me to keep watch."

Although it was an accusation, Alvin didn't hear any accusation in it at all.

"New question, where did the puppet come from?"

“Remember those two I bought at the market?”

“Of course I remember,” he laughed. “I even lost a wallet because of it.”

But at the moment, Leonardo da Vinci pointed to the model of the Seta Palace. This kind of surprising thing was no longer surprising to him.

After all, he is omnipotent.

“I’ll write it down when I pass by there in the afternoon and then make it, to see if there are any problems.”

"If I could find the problem, would I still be so unknown?"

"How could this kind of person be the one aiming for the crown?"

Since Leonardo da Vinci had made the model, there was no possibility of error, and Alvin just had to find the right position.

"I will go with you to negotiate tomorrow. After all, we still know nothing about the internal deconstruction. By the way, did you hear anything?"

"The deputy governor and the deputy speaker of the Council of Ten are planning something, but the relationship between them is probably not very good."

"Then tonight is a good opportunity." Da Vinci stood up, walked to another table, and handed the envelope to Alvin.

Dear Mr. Alvin:

I cordially invite you to attend the dinner at my residence tonight at 7 o'clock. It will be a grand banquet and all friends in Venice will welcome you.

We hope you will be able to attend this dinner held in your honor.

The invitation letter has the logo of the Governor's Palace printed on it, so it seems I have to go.

"It seems I have to go to the meeting alone."

"I won't allow this, otherwise why would I dress like this?"

She held out her jeweled, long-fingered hand to him and regarded him appraisingly. "Although Olga Marie thinks highly of you, I can see that she is right, but now you still need to practice."

Alvin was a little embarrassed. He replied: "Thank you for your kind words, Leonardo--"

"Stop." She interrupted Alvin. "From now on, please call me Mona Lisa."

"Why?"

"Don't forget what era it is now, Alvin. Well, let's practice while it's still early."

"practise?"

"It's a dance that will be used tonight. This is a chance to dance with your Mona Lisa, who belongs only to you. Hehe."

PS1: I probably understand the reason why those book cutters do this. They all need to make a living.

At first I didn’t understand the mentality of those who asked for more posts, but now I know that this thing can also mess with people’s mentality.

Chapter 037 "The Byzantine Diplomat and His Wife"

"I didn't expect that they even took out the carriage. What a generous act." He looked at the carriage parked in front of the door and had a good impression of the Doge of Venice whom he had never met.

But that has nothing to do with Alvin wanting to hang him.

"We are a big fish after all, Alvin. Did you remember everything I just taught you?"

"Remember, I will step on their feet hard when the time comes, Dafen—"

"uh-huh?"

"Got it, my dear Mona Lisa, please get in the car."

The house where Alvin and Leonardo were staying was not far from where the invitations were sent out, but they had to cross the wide and bustling Piazza del Duomo to get there.

This was a form of surveillance. Especially when passing between the cathedral and the baptistery, which was the busiest area of ​​the square. Judging from the number of guards deployed in the square, the other side was also the same. There must have been plainclothes spies as well.

The carriage passed the bell tower that had been overlooking the city for 150 years, and the red dome of the cathedral. When he saw a group of tourists from France and Spain looking up at these buildings with undisguised surprise and envy, he felt something unclear in his heart.

"Who would believe that it is already dusk?"

He suppressed those gloomy thoughts and quickly passed through the south side of the square to head for the main stage for the night. The residence of the Doge of Venice, which served as the main stage, was particularly exciting at this moment.

"You can't blame me for this. I just acted based on the information I received and the irrefutable evidence. My actions were in line with the law and within the scope of my authority!"

"No! You have overstepped your bounds, Doge, and you did it while I was away from Venice. This is very unpleasant to me."

"Who are you to say you're crossing the line? You took control of this city, and you made yourself the Duke, without even getting permission from the Lord or anyone else!"

"I've never done anything like this!"

The Chancellor laughed sarcastically. "Of course you would! You are always so innocent! What a convenient excuse. In Kalki, you kept company with those we considered dangerous free thinkers, and at least we had a chance to see how far your sphere of influence extends - it seems you have no sphere of influence at all! It was a valuable lesson for me and my allies."

"Yes. A diplomat from Constantinople. That's your real motive, isn't it?"

The Governor examined his fingernails carefully before replying, "I will take note of what you said, Mr. Speaker. I'm afraid you said something you shouldn't have said." But he didn't sound very confident.

"You're the one who should keep your mouth shut, Administrator. I hope you'll pass this advice on to your fellow criminals - just consider it a friendly warning."

A grand dinner was about to be held in a mansion outside Venice. Although it had not started yet, many carriages had already stopped outside the mansion. The people who got off the carriages were all dressed in gorgeous clothes, and all of them were people of prominent status. After nodding slightly to the nobles in other carriages, they walked straight into the mansion.

The corridor was surrounded by golden curtains, which reflected the dazzling light of hundreds of candles. On the high platform next to the fountain in the center of the corridor, a group of musicians were playing music. On another high platform was the bronze statue, which was half a person's height and looked delicate and beautiful.

Not far away, a group of local nobles surrounded the Speaker of the Council of Ten, praising him generously.

"So - what is your next goal?" asked another nobleman, "The governor's throne?"

In response to this pointed question, the Speaker spread his hands. "That is up to God's will. All I want to do is continue to serve Venice faithfully and diligently."

"Oh, whatever you choose, we'll support you."

"Thank you very much. Let's just wait and see." He smiled cautiously. "For now, my friends, I suggest we put politics aside and focus on appreciating this awe-inspiring work of art, which was generously donated by the noble Medici family of Florence."

As time went by, more and more nobles came to the banquet. The nobles who just entered the ballroom were very surprised that the ball, which was supposed to be held as scheduled, had not yet started. They could only accept the champagne handed by the servants and get to know the nobles in the same circle, but their curiosity never diminished.

Who on earth could have made the Governor and the Speaker appear here at the same time and wait for him?

Alvin sat in the carriage and looked at the huge and luxurious building. It was hard to imagine that it was just a mansion.

"We're here, Mona Lisa."

"It seems like you've already gotten into the role, Alvin."

The waiter at the door looked up and then quickly lowered his head. Alvin placed the invitation on the table and walked inside holding Da Vinci's hand.

The waiter opened the door to the banquet hall for them, and the atmosphere of high society greeted them. Champagne, red wine and delicious food were just embellishments, and the protagonists were those nobles in gorgeous clothes.

But the real protagonist has now arrived.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"Of course," he replied.

PS1: To be honest, this battle at the foot of the mountain was much more exciting than the second one.

Many years later, we once again saw a match comparable to SKT VS ROX TIGER.

PS2: Having a good chapter title is very realistic, and subscriptions will increase instantly.

[The following is the Zuan segment]

What the hell is this Anti-Mage after the update? It's a pure scam. How can I contact customer service? I want to return the product. What the hell is this? It's shit. WCNMDCB. Damn Gabe Newell and SBV. They treat consumers like donkeys. Damn, I'm so angry. The accessories I've been looking forward to for so long are of such quality. Fuck it.

Is this the same thing as the picture? Where are your big waves? Where are your cool lips? Where is your fucking knife? ? You're still smiling at me. Your strong jaw can bite me to pieces, okay?

Can we not let the artist finish the cover and then kick him out? I don't supervise the artist. I think your SB company can make Gundam into a armored treasure. A group of people crowdfunded something that doesn't look like the original painting, and they can't refund the money. Can we refund this and replace it with a bomber treasure? Please, Valve, I want to open a bolt in your head and tighten it for you.

This is such bad luck.

Chapter 038 This is the most beautiful duet in the world

In the magnificent hall, there are large and exquisite blue palace lanterns hanging. The slightly trembling tassels on the lanterns match the glittering floor and the low-hanging blue velvet curtains. As soon as you arrive here, you will feel a bit hazy and trance-like.

As jazz music began to play, a group of gorgeously dressed women with jewels and precious stones began to be embraced by a group of gentlemen in the dim and gentle light, singing and dancing, and the air was filled with fragrance.

——According to the development of previous stories, this is the case, but it is not the case today. They entered the scene with such force that they naturally became the protagonists.

"Who is that?"

"I don't know, but he looks handsome. The women are pretty, too."

"I don't think they are from Venice. They may have been invited from somewhere else. When I came in just now, I saw them getting off the Doge's carriage."

"Good boy, that's quite impressive."

There are countless words like this. The older generation of kids are commenting on the world, while the younger generation is much more vulgar. Men lust after women's bodies, and women lust after men's bodies. But these are relatively normal. As for what's abnormal...

"See that guy, Alvin? He wants to fencing with you." Leonardo came up quietly and held Alvin's arm tightly.

"Oh, thank God. So, is this how you found out about this?"

"In Florence, the guy was a well-known local. Although he will not be prosecuted here, for the authorities, this behavior is against the law, so a fine is inevitable."

"I see. Money makes the world go round."