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

As the initiator of this banquet, the Governor would certainly not let the situation continue to develop. After calling the waiter and giving him a few instructions, he walked towards Alvin.

"Your presence makes this banquet shine, Mr. Alvin."

"you are?"

"I am Giovanni Mocenigo, the Doge of Venice." He was the first to extend his hand. "Welcome to Venice. How does it compare to Constantinople?"

"...This is an extremely beautiful city-state, and it is my great honor to be here."

At this moment, the waiter appeared with a tray holding a glass of wine and two glasses. The governor reached out in front of them, took the glass, and poured a glass of wine for Alvin.

"Well, cheers to our friendship."

"cheers."

Alvin smiled and clinked glasses with him. Alvin always drank slowly, but this time he drank it all in one gulp. Da Vinci looked at his raised neck and really understood how strong this seemingly gentle guy was.

"Good work."

"Yes, Mr. Governor. Is there anything else?"

"Of course, but not now. I wish you and your wife a pleasant evening."

After the governor left, other nobles came up one after another and asked to interact, either to make friends, to test the details, or... to take advantage of them.

"I don't know what to call you?"

"Alessandro, also the chairman of the Council of Ten." He extended his hand first, and Alvin had to do the same.

But in the next moment, there was an abrupt change. The Speaker, who had been extremely friendly, suddenly seemed to be ill. He pulled his hand away with disgust, wiping his hands with a scarf.

"Oh, God, what have I done? I let a country bumpkin from Byzantium touch my hand?"

The change in his expression was very natural, without any affectation. In Leonardo's opinion, he had intended to do so from the very beginning.

But there is no doubt that the chairman of the Council of Ten attracted the attention of everyone present, and the expressions of those nobles who had been on good terms with Alvin and his friends before also became subtle and unfriendly.

What a brilliant plan, Alvin told himself, as he quietly pulled Da Vinci back to prevent her from doing anything out of line, and then he called over a servant who had been watching the show from the beginning.

"Please bring me a fine silk scarf. I need it urgently."

This puzzles almost everyone. What did the Byzantines need silk scarves for?

"Sir, the scarf you requested."

The scarf was in the cup, which was held by a plate. He took it off with two fingers and wiped it carefully with both hands, from the fingers to the gaps between them. Then he walked to the trash can and threw it in.

"What a shame, this scarf will never be used again, and Mr. Speaker, it will never be clean again."

......

In the center of the hall, while the Speaker, who had become a clown, was still struggling for his reputation, Alvin, who had returned, slowly walked towards Da Vinci.

He came in front of Leonardo, bent down, put his left hand on his chest, and gently stretched out his right hand, "Beautiful lady, may I invite you to be my dance partner?"

"Are you going to step on someone's foot?" Da Vinci bent down slightly and whispered. "Actually, you don't have to..."

"No, Mona Lisa, my dancing skills are crude, so please forgive me for affecting your performance."

Leonardo was amused by his pretense, but Alvin still stretched out his bent right arm to her seriously. Ruth understood and put the glove in for him to wear. Alvin raised his head in an exaggerated manner, and the two of them walked towards the crowd in the inner hall with a smile.

"Thank you, Mona Lisa."

"It's my pleasure."

Everyone comes here for different reasons. There is the pretty girl, a real foodie, who moves lightly and tastes the food on the table all the time. There is also the cool girl, who is proud and attractive. So many people have invited her, but she has no favorite dance partner.

There were countless people dancing on the dance floor, and he took her into the dance floor. She was wearing a black evening dress tonight, and it was like announcing that the protagonist had arrived.

She fell into his arms, loving the feeling of being snuggled up to him. People moved back around her to let them take the center of the dance floor. She felt their eyes and smiles, and knew they were all talking about how romantic the song was.

A few minutes later, the young dancing pair became the center of attention in the ballroom. They not only added brilliance to the ballroom, but also brought a youthful and energetic vigor. Alvin looked at these people and leaned over to whisper in Da Vinci's ear.

"Would you like to continue, Mona Lisa?"

"Sure, why not?"

She closed her eyes and let herself be led by him. She said she had no idea how to do it, but in fact she was very skilled.

I was fooled.

Chapter 039 Genius Girl Leonardo da Vinci and Her Studio

Alvin was awakened by the Adriatic breeze, but the most powerful smell was the odor of the filth in the Venice canals that had never been cleaned up.

"I shouldn't have opened this window if I had known." He said to himself with sleepy eyes.

He walked out of the room and looked at the empty living room, looking a little confused. If it weren't for his trust in Da Vinci, Alvin would probably have thought that she had run away on the train overnight.

But fortunately, there was a note left on the dining table.

"I'm in the basement, the entrance to the basement is at..."

The elegant black handwriting on the beige letterhead was just like her, gentle and reassuring.

"I still remember her wearing a jet-black evening gown. She probably knew that black was the best color for brown girls, so she often wore clothes of this color. She had a slender body, a thin waist, rosy skin, and regular features. Her two curved eyebrows were a little too thick, making her deep, dark eye sockets more prominent. She had a slightly arched nose, a chin that looked quite opinionated, and a short, thick black hair that revealed her amber neck."

"That night, many people fell in love with her. She danced from one pair of arms to another, contentedly, keeping a certain distance from her partner, with a faint smile on her rosy lips. She stood straight, her upper chest tilted back slightly, and her skirt was like a blooming petal..."

Da Vinci looked at the long and eloquent article in the newspaper and scratched her head subconsciously. She even felt embarrassed by the boasting.

"It's a pity that he has such good writing skills. Instead of being a writer, he should be a newspaper reporter..."

So, why don't you become a famous writer instead of staying here as a small reporter?

When Da Vinci returned from the dance in the early hours of the morning, the puppets had already completed the pre-set work. The space opened up underground was enough to accommodate the actual results of her many creative ideas. Two long shelf tables were lined up from one end of the warehouse to the other, illuminated by oil lamps and high windows - she herself did not want anyone to spy on her.

There were many incomprehensible devices, instruments, and parts of engineering equipment on the table, hanging on the wall, and half-assembled on the floor in the middle of the room. There were hundreds of drawings and sketches hanging on the walls. Most of them were her ideas before she became a Servant, and of course there were many after she came to Chaldea.

There was a model of a carriage in the room, except it was round in shape and loaded with weapons, with an armored roof made to look like a pot lid, and an opening in the roof where a person could stick their head out to see which direction the machine was moving. There was a painting of a shark-shaped ship, but there was a strange tower structure on the back of the "shark." Even stranger, judging from the picture, the ship looked like it was traveling underwater.

Numerous anatomical sketches, depicting everything from the functions of the eyeball to many other things that were incomprehensible to people of this era - these almost took up all the space on the walls, and the specimens and miscellaneous items on the table reminded Alvin of the orderly chaos when he last visited her workshop, only now magnified a hundred times. There were also various designs on the walls, everything from water pumps to defensive walls.

What really caught Alvin's attention was the object hanging from the ceiling. He had seen much smaller primitive versions, but the thing in front of him was half the size of the real machine - if it could be built one day. It still looked like a bat skeleton, with some kind of durable animal leather tightly covered on the wooden structure. There was a piece of paper on the easel nearby. In addition to the notes and calculations, he also saw a line of words on the paper:

...A horn or metal spring is attached to the reed-wrapped willow.

This power allows birds to maintain flight and climb higher without flapping their wings.

If a 200-pound man is at point A and has a 150-pound wing on his back, then he only needs the equivalent of 300 pounds of force to get him into the air...

"Your handwriting is like a divine book, Leonardo da Vinci."

"It looks like you can understand my shorthand notation, so that's good."

"Compared with these things that are ahead of their time, that kind of gossip seems insignificant."

At this time, the puppets brought in breakfast, which surprised Alvin.

"Da Vinci, can I buy a batch from you?"

"Excuse me, but their working time is only set to 7 days. Objectively speaking, they are not the same concept as the Mercury Maid or the maids in the Third Magician's House."

Breakfast is cappuccino with croissants and a portion of milk and cereal, a typical Italian breakfast style.

"I thought there would be yogurt and fruit."

"If Ritsuka and the others were here, then they would have been there, but since we're here, there's no need for that."

"Very good, then we should discuss again why you, Da Vinci, want to do all this again." Alvin said while drinking cereal. "The technology of this era does not allow for the emergence of things like tanks and submarines."

"Not for Constantinople yet," Leonardo said. "And it's just studying...what interests me."

"A little too interested."

Finally, at the end of breakfast time, he found the newspaper.

"What's that?"

"Obviously, a newspaper, but the content of the newspaper is a little unusual."

Leonardo knew that this aroused his interest. After breakfast, he took this extraordinary "street newspaper".

Seeing Alvin's changing expression, Da Vinci finally couldn't help but laugh.

"why are you laughing?"

"I remember happy things."

PS1: The Venice Scroll will not be very long. In the face of absolute strength, the so-called strategies are not worth mentioning.

PS2: Good guy, he planted fields directly in my mouth.

It is suggested that Guodian should be called Guodian instead of Guodian.

PS3: Dear author, Hedgehog Cat Reading will adjust the book categories at 7:13 am on July 11.

......The original "anime travel" and "future fantasy" were adjusted to "science fiction infinity"

I'm done!

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Chapter 040 Just Right, She Has Considered Everything

"Now that you have given the instructions, get out quickly. You know, we only have five days." Da Vinci kept pushing Alvin towards the door.

"The problem is that this is just too much luck. What if it doesn't work?"

Alvin struggled hard all the way, but it was nothing compared to the strength E.

"Then we'll continue tomorrow~ But that's impossible. I'm sure there will be something to gain today. That's it. I'll allow you to go out for a whole day today!"

Looking at the closed door, Alvin could only shake his head and light up his cigarette again. With a melancholy mood, he walked towards the old market area indicated by Da Vinci.

According to Leonardo herself, most people she knew in Venice avoided this place, and she herself had only been there once. This former market square was dirty and deserted, and the surrounding streets and buildings were the same, but there were many people coming and going here, but they were not strolling. These people were purposeful, hurried, and always kept their heads down.

For this reason, Alvin deliberately wore simple clothes to show that he was of the same kind. Although his past experience helped him, he knew that as a newcomer he would be quite conspicuous among the crowd, so he remained vigilant at all times.

He was thinking about which way to go next, and was going to the low tavern at the corner of the square to see if he could get a hint of "the great man" mentioned by Leonardo da Vinci. At this time, a slender young man appeared out of nowhere and bumped into him.

"sorry sir."

The young man smiled politely and quickly squeezed past him. Alvin instinctively reached for his belt. He had left all his valuables with Leonardo, but he still put a few florins in the purse around his waist. The purse was missing, and the meaning was self-evident. The man's set of movements was smooth and flowing, which reminded him of himself in Manchester.

"It's a bit interesting."

He turned around and saw the young man walking towards an alley at the side of the square. The thief did not react, but opened his purse and counted the spoils.

"Fuck, what a poor fellow!"

At this moment, Alvin was counting his spoils with a happy face - a heavy purse. He shook it and a pleasant sound came from it.

"Young man, young man..."

This wave, this wave is like Li Gui meeting Li Kui, a thief meeting a big thief. Thanks to this wave of unexpected surprise, even in this kind of tavern, I am in a good mood.

Italy is the oldest wine producing region in the world. Due to its geographical location, grapes are cultivated in almost all regions of Italy, and there are more than 100 million vineyards, so you can taste good wine in any tavern.

When Alvin walked to the bar by the window with a glass of wine and prepared to sit down, a voice came from behind him.

"Can I sit here?"

Alvin turned around and saw a broad-shouldered man, about the same height as him, but at least ten years older than him. He was wearing a hood, which also covered part of his face, but Alvin could see the pair of sharp purple eyes under the hood - those eyes seemed to contain a strange power, staring at him closely.

"Please, but what will I get?"

"Maybe I can help you."

The majesty in his tone made Alvin choose to believe him. "It seems that I have met a magical person."

Decanting is a time-consuming process, especially for red wine, which takes about half an hour. Taking this opportunity, conversation is inevitable.

"who are you?"

The man smiled slowly. "You can Gilberto, but they call me many things: murderer, killer, and so on, but my friends just call me... Fox."

He lowered his hood slightly, his sharp eyes still fixed on Alvin. "Indeed, I have been waiting for you for a long time, Mr. Alvin from Byzantium."

"How do you know my name?"

"It's my job to know everything about this city. And I think I know why you thought I could help you."