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

"I need to understand the relationship between them," Alvin said. "The governors and the speakers."

"Governor Giovanni Mocenigo, Speaker Alessandro, Deputy Governor and Deputy Speaker are..."

"Those are two clowns."

"Yes, that's right." Alvin agreed with this statement very much. They wouldn't live long anyway.

"These are big prey." Gilberto said seriously. "Maybe I can really help you." He thought for a moment and said, "First I want to confirm one thing. Is it really PPGOD who attacked Belgrade?"

"As you said, yes."

"A bunch of idiots!" He cursed in a low voice those who were always thinking about converting the Orthodox Church to Catholicism. The fire was about to burn at their doorstep, but they were still dreaming of unifying the Catholic and Eastern Orthodox Churches.

"so......?"

"Tonight!"

"That's really fate's choice." Alvin gently shook the decanter in front of him. It was almost done.

"It's not fate. In fact, if you fail to find me, I will send someone to get you - but the test itself is still interesting. Very few people succeed in finding me."

"You mean to say that it was you who arranged for the thief to come to me?"

"Pardon my love of drama, but we have to make sure no one is following you. He's a young man, so this is a test for him, too. You see, I may have arranged for him to come to you, but he doesn't know my real intentions. He thinks I'm just picking his targets for him!"

His tone became more serious and cold. "But now, we have to find a way to eavesdrop on this meeting, which is not an easy task."

The sun gradually moved to the west, the bell in the bell tower rang four times, and it was about to get dark.

"It's almost time. We have to hurry, and the shortest way to get there is through the roof. Follow me!"

They began to climb the wall, the man moving so fast that it seemed difficult to keep up. They raced across the red-tiled rooftops, leaping over the streets in the sunset, as light as cats, their steps as silent as the running of foxes, approaching the northwest of the city until the façade of St. Mark's Basilica came into view. Gilberto stopped. Alvin arrived a few seconds later, but he noticed as he caught his breath that, although much older than him, he was clearly doing it with ease.

"That took me by surprise," he said. Alvin had a strong feeling that this new friend could easily get rid of him if he wanted to.

"Our Vice-Governor, Don Francisco, will hold his meetings here." Gilberto pointed down.

"In the church?"

"No, it's under the church. Come on!"

At this time, the square in front of the church was empty. He jumped off the roof and landed in an elegant squatting position, and Alvin followed suit. After all, even if he had never eaten pork, he had seen pigs run. They walked around the square and the side of the church, and finally came to a side door in the church wall.

"What's in here..."

"The chapel. You'll know once you go in."

He hurried Alvin inside, finally stopping at the bronze tomb in the center of the chapel.

"Down here is a network of catacombs that spreads across the city. I find it very useful in my work, but unfortunately I can't enjoy its benefits alone. There are not many people who know this secret and can understand the ways down there, but Francesco is one of them. He usually discusses matters here and down there with the deputy speaker who has received countless bribes. This is the nearest entrance to the meeting place, but you will have to find it yourself."

"After you go down, fifty yards to the right is a chapel, which is part of the abandoned basement. Be careful, because sounds travel far down there. It's also very dark there, so let your eyes get used to the light there first - it won't be long before you can follow the light of the chapel to find your way there."

He reached out to a circular convex decoration on the tomb's base and pressed it. At his feet, a seemingly solid stone slab flipped down, revealing a flight of stone steps.

"Good luck, Mr. Alvin..."

"Aren't you coming?"

"That's not necessary. And even with my skills, two people will still make more noise than one. I'll wait for you here. All right, go ahead!"

After entering the underground, Alvin groped his way forward in the damp stone corridor leading to the right. The initial journey was smooth because the corridor was narrow and he could touch the walls on both sides with his hands. Moreover, the wet mud ground was under his feet, so he walked silently. The passage would branch from time to time, but he did not see it, but felt it.

It is foreseeable that getting lost here will be a nightmare, because no one can get out again. Some rustling noises startled him at first, until he realized that they were just the sound of rats running by - although one of them crawled over the back of his foot. In the niches on the wall, Alvin vaguely saw the bodies buried here many years ago. The skulls were wrapped in spider webs. This underground tomb gave people a primitive and terrifying feeling, and perhaps it could be developed into a tourist attraction.

Finally he saw a dim light ahead of him and slowed his pace toward it, staying in the shadows until he was within earshot of the four figures talking, their silhouettes lit up by the light of the small, ancient chapel.

He spotted Francisco at once—the shortest and thinnest of the group. He was bowing to two strange priests with shaved heads. The older one was praying a benediction in a nasal voice.

"May Almighty God bless you forever and ever..."

"Thank you, Father." After the blessing, Francisco said. He stood up and said to another man standing next to the priests, "Begin your report."

"Everything is ready. We have swords, clubs, axes, bows and crossbows."

"For this sort of work, an ordinary dagger is best," interposed the young priest.

“It depends on the circumstances.”

"Poison is good too," the young priest continued. "But it doesn't matter, as long as he is dead. He destroyed my birthplace and my only home, I will not let him off easily."

"Calm down," the secretary said. "We have the motives enough. Now we have the means, thanks to that man from Byzantium."

"Indeed." Francisco said. "But what does Rodriguez think about this matter?"

At the back of the chapel, in the deep shadows that were not illuminated by the lights, the Vice Speaker named Rodriguez walked out.

"The premise is that you can't kill anyone."

The other conspirators smiled knowingly. They all knew that the deputy speaker was already very unhappy with the two people who had been suppressing him.

"It's great that we've done this," Francesco said. "We've been through so much. But killing them in the cathedral would have been a huge blow to us."

"This is our last and only option," Rodriguez said majestically. "And our motives are just. Once we take control of the city, the Byzantines can condemn us however they want - if they have the guts!"

"Those two Byzantines always seem to be something special," the older priest said. "I will visit them in person and invite them to attend, and make sure he will be there."

Everybody laughed, except the Deputy Speaker, and the Deputy Governor, who noticed him.

"What's the matter, Rodriguez? Do you think they're getting suspicious?"

"Who will do it?"

"Me!" said Francisco.

"And me!" the pastor and the clerks said in unison.

"Very good." He paused, and then said, "I think overall, the dagger should be the most suitable. It is easy to hide and very handy in narrow places. But it is still good to bring those weapons - I believe that after those two scheming guys are no longer there, we still have the Byzantine guests to deal with."

Alvin waited with his back against the wall until the six men left together, leaving him alone in the darkness. When he was sure that he was alone, he took out the lantern and lit the wick.

He returned the way he had come. The fox was waiting in the shadowed chapel. With a heavy heart, Alvin told him what he had heard.

"...to murder Giovanni Mocenigo and Alessandro in the Duomo during the Council of Ten?"

After Alvin finished, Gilberto asked, almost speechless for a moment. "This is blasphemy! What's worse is that if Venice falls into their hands, only God can save us."

"Sir, I think I can give it a try."

PS1: The match between Suning and V5 on May 25th changed the whole world.

PPGOD, the whip of God forever!

PS2: After changing the category, I died more thoroughly.

Chapter 041 Why are your two eyes...completely different?

"Alvin! Welcome back!"

Da Vinci smiled and said that this was the way she would be when she had a breakthrough - except when it came to dessert, of course.

"You asked for tiramisu. Damn it. Why did you ask me to buy it when you can make it yourself? And it's already half past five."

"We just caught the last bus, so it's not a bad idea to have a late dinner." She contentedly took the tiramisu that Alvin bought. By the time Alvin changed his shoes, Da Vinci had already taken out the pot of coffee.

"You are really well prepared. Are all Italians like this?"

"Maybe. Let's not talk about this. Do you want to come together?"

She sat down, stirring the coffee with a spoon, and stared at him intently. If he was not mistaken, there was a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

"Well, actually I was planning on taking a shower and resting up...but I think I should be able to make it."

"That's just what I want. Go and rest first—and then tell me. I'll be waiting."

That afternoon, the two sat down on the balcony. Leonardo listened attentively to Alvin's account of what had happened in St. Mark's Basilica today. He described to Leonardo the conspiracy he had seen in the chapel, and also told her about the second-in-commands who had seen him that day.

"Apparently, the relationship between Vice Governor Francisco and Vice Speaker Rodriguez is not as harmonious as it seems. Alejandro wants to be the first person to be both governor and speaker. However, as we saw at the Governor's house that day, he does not have that ability. He doesn't even know that his own people are traitors."

After Alvin finished speaking, he raised the coffee in his hand and took a sip. Although he had already experienced this in Constantinople, Leonardo da Vinci's craftsmanship still surprised him.

"What's going on this time? Aren't you a firm believer in coffee fundamentalism?"

Just as he was about to put the coffee back, his hand suddenly shook and most of the coffee spilled out, splashing all over himself, leaving a large stain on the hem of the shirt he had just changed.

"Ah this..."

"Go change, I'll take care of this place."

"Actually, I can solve it myself."

"Be good and change your clothes."

Finally, Alvin obediently changed the shirt he had just put on. While changing his clothes, he took off his glasses in front of the mirror, and his pupils turned dark red; he raised the hand that he had just "mistaken", and Alvin knew that it was not a mistake.

That was due to his own "evolution" in that direction along the Kabbalah Tree of Life - the reverse kind.

In the mirror, his hands were shaking inevitably and uncontrollably. Alvin tried to pick up the pen, but found it was so fragile that it broke at the touch. He could now imagine the expression of Amadeus, a musician, when he discovered this great gift.

"How do I wear these glasses..."

The thought of this made him feel overwhelmed.

[Hello, hello, I heard someone needs help, where is he? ]

"Why do you sound like pork now?"

[I'm watching live broadcasts recently. A host in the Golden Triangle is very interesting. By the way, do you have a FIFAOL3 account? ]

"What do you want that for?"

[Change your name and go sniping. By the way, why did I come here to find you in the first place? ]

Alvin sat on the bed, looking at his shaking hands. When he heard the nonsensical voice in his ears, he felt like killing someone.

It was like on a cloudless night, in a small hotel, when a little boy was about to say goodbye to Emperor Wen of Wei, he found that the person in front of him had a relative who came to visit him today.

"Vassago, please do something, Vassago—"

[As expected, you can wear it without worrying about it, it won’t break anyway. ]

"What if it breaks?"

[I ate it right after it broke! 】

As soon as these words came out of his mouth, he put on the glasses at lightning speed.

"............You are so good at cheating people out of food and drink."

"To make coffee sweet, the right way is not to keep adding sugar and milk to the cup, but to stir the seemingly tasteless coffee to let the hidden aroma fully release."

The interrupted topic did not end there. While answering the previous question, Da Vinci did not forget to hand Alvin a cup of hot coffee with firm foam bulging out of the cup, and did not forget to put a small piece of napkin under the bottom of the cup. The aroma of coffee and its tempting elastic shape, as well as the perfectly soft and fresh tiramisu, all aroused his appetite.

"You think you're good?"

"No, I can't interfere with your shaking hands. Let's talk about what happened yesterday. This kid has a pen and paper ready."

The child was undoubtedly referring to her dolls, but to Alvin, there was no big difference except for the internal structure.

Since those people with strange XP could even kill the Mercury Maid, then this kind of machine should not be a problem. You know, mecha girls are a blank in the hunting range of those perverts in the Clock Tower.

"...According to what you said, Alvin, the deputy governor, the speaker and the deputy speaker all have conflicts of interest. As the governor of Venice, he naturally cannot be completely innocent."

Da Vinci stood up, walked to the bookcase, flipped the switch, and looked for a suitable location on the stone wall behind it. She placed one of the pages next to the other pages. The other was placed next to it.

"This is getting interesting, how come I didn't have so many cheats when I was in Venice?" she said. "Okay, let's see what's next..."

Da Vinci paused, facing the wall and thinking. "Hmm, I feel like something is wrong."

She finally spoke, but the confusion in her tone remained.

"Is there something wrong? The Speaker or the Governor?"

"Doge, Doge, Doge... We still know nothing about the news about the Doge of Venice, Giovanni Mocenigo, so Alvin, go visit the Doge's Palace tomorrow!"

The moment Leonardo turned his head, his monocle happened to slip off his eye socket, and Alvin, without all disguise, appeared in front of her for the first time in his entirety.

"Alvin...why are your two eyes...completely different...?"

Chapter 042 He is a master of disgusting things

The city of Venice was alienated from other city-states in Italy and was closer to the East than the West - this was due to both commercial interests and its own safety.

The Ottoman Empire, which had expanded to the northern coast of the Adriatic Sea, was now called the Hun Empire. The city's emphasis on trade made it rich, and its bizarre architectural structure was amazing - it was a city built on hundreds of thousands of thick wooden piles above a canal originating from the swamp.