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

To Leonardo's surprise, he refused.

"No, it will be very dangerous there tomorrow. I can go alone."

"That's why I have to go, Alvin."

For the first time, she flashed a firm and stubborn look for someone.

"I suddenly remembered how happy I was when I was alone in Paris." He had no choice but to agree to her. "Meet me outside the church tomorrow."

"Okay, I promise you."

At this time, the governor, who had finished his speech, returned to the long dining table in Lizhou. He sat in the middle and enjoyed his dinner.

From Alvin's perspective, it looked like a painting, and coincidentally, the artist of the painting was right next to him.

PS1: Emperor Napoleon died before completing his career, and now his sister has ascended the throne as the new Queen of France.

Long live Queen Pauline! Long live Princess Jolande!

PS2: I was surprised to hear that CCC still topped the card pool after the third remake, and considering that July 7.22 is the th anniversary of Fate Extra...

I'll put a CCC animated peach here first.

Chapter 047: Murder at St. Mark's Basilica (Part )

Alvin awoke at dawn the next day—March 3, the first day of the month of March.

He was awakened by Leonardo da Vinci. The sunlight shone into his eyes, forcing him to open them. She got up and opened the curtains. The dim light of the early morning broke through the window. Alvin only saw the man walking towards him in the light.

"It's time to get up~~~Alvin."

In fact, even if Leonardo da Vinci didn't wake him up, the sunlight outside the window would have forced him to get out of bed, but compared with before, this was a downgrade.

After that, Alvin walked alone towards St. Mark's Basilica. The surroundings were very deserted in the early morning, with only a few monks and nuns going for morning prayers.

"You're early."

He shook his head and decided to just treat it as morning exercise, running two laps and then going back. And the fact was just as he expected. When Alvin and Leonardo da Vinci came here again, the square at the foot of the bell tower was gradually crowded with all kinds of citizens, including men with their wives, some with their whole family, young and old, businessmen, and nobles. They all wanted to participate in the important ceremony of this day, because there was various evidence to show that this meeting would determine the future of Venice.

He looked carefully at the people, and when he saw the man with the coat of arms of the Doge's Palace appearing on the steps of the cathedral, he said goodbye to Leonardo and, under her watch, walked around to the least noticeable position and quietly approached him, keeping his head down as much as possible and blending into the crowd, using others as cover. He wore his best clothes for the event and carried no obvious weapons, although many male citizens - such as wealthy merchants and bankers - wore ceremonial swords on their belts.

He looked back and saw Da Vinci still waiting for him there. Alvin could even see her lip movements.

Await your return.

"Mr. Alvin," the man said to Alvin who was walking over. He knew this man, the one who brought him a silk scarf to wipe his hands on the first night. "Everything is arranged. Mr. Governor has reserved a seat for you in the third row of the aisle."

Even as he spoke, the people on the steps made way, and a team of heralds, with trumpets raised to their lips, sounded a ceremonial music.

"And now here comes Mr. Governor," the man added.

Governor Giovanni Mocenigo, Speaker of the Council of Ten Alessandro, Deputy Governor Francesco, Deputy Speaker Rodriguez, followed by the other members of the Council.

As they passed, people in the square bowed respectfully. Two priests in charge of reception greeted them at the door of the cathedral, and Alvin recognized them - they were the two he saw in the chapel that day.

If the other three who wanted Mocenigo dead were at the first level, and the two deputies who wanted to join forces to "accidentally kill" Alessandro were at the third level, then what level was he at?

When the oligarchs entered the cathedral, the priests followed them, and the citizens of Venice followed in order of status. He nudged Alvin with his elbow, then pointed. He found the two priests in the line of priests.

"Go," he whispered urgently to Alvin. "Follow them."

More and more people entered the cathedral until there was no room for anyone else, and those who came later had to stand outside the cathedral. There were tens of thousands of people gathered here, and Leonardo had never seen a larger scene than this during his time in Venice. She secretly prayed that Alvin would succeed.

The crowd settled down in the heat. Alvin could not get as close to Francesco's men as he would have liked, but he kept his eyes on them, calculating how he would get to them once they began their attack. Meanwhile, the bishop of St. Mark's Basilica took his place before the high altar, and the Mass began.

As the bishop was blessing the Eucharist, he noticed that the two second-in-commands exchanged glances. Giovanni Mocenigo and Alessandro were sitting in front of them. At the same time, the two priests closest to the governor, standing on the lower steps of the altar, began to glance around furtively. The bishop turned to face the crowd, raised the golden chalice, and spoke:

"The Blood of Christ..."

In a flash, Francisco jumped up, yelled, "Die, traitor!" and stabbed the governor in the back of his neck with a dagger. Blood spurted out of the wound and splashed on his face, making him look even bloodier.

"Let me finish that bastard!" the young priest shouted, elbowing the old priest aside and pinning Mocenigo to the ground, who was covering his wound with his hands. He knelt beside Mocenigo, stabbing him again and again with the dagger, and in his frenzy he seemed not to notice that the weapon had also stabbed his thigh. Long before he stabbed the nineteenth and final blow, the Venetian servant was dead.

At the same time, Speaker Alejandro shouted a warning, because the attackers were already targeting him. In the chaos around him, he had given up waiting for his guards to arrive - murder in the church was unheard of. But his guards were struggling to get over the faithful men and women who were bumping and shoving each other in panic, eager to escape from the slaughterhouse. The hot and cramped environment made the situation worse.

The only exception was the small area in front of the altar, where the bishop and the deacons stood in terror, unable to move, but the vice-governor and the president of the ceremonial council saw that Alejandro had his back to them, so they seized the opportunity, drew their daggers from under their robes, and sprang at him.

Before they became priests, they had been skilled hunters, and no matter how noble they believed their purpose was, they only left Alessandro with some flesh wounds before he shook them off, but in the fight that followed, they again had the upper hand. Now the young priest limped forward with his self-inflicted wounds, fueled by the hatred that was boiling in his heart, and he cursed loudly and raised his dagger. After such an act, the priest was both excited and panicked, and was led by the old priest to run in the direction of the apse. But the Speaker was already staggering, his body was bleeding, and a cut high on his right shoulder prevented him from even raising his sword.

"You were all going to die from the beginning," Francisco screamed. "That's how you and Mocenigo forced my father to leave here!"

"I hate that I didn't kill you in time!" Alessandro retorted. "I want you dead now!"

"With that arm of yours?" Francisco sneered, raising his dagger.

"It's not up to you."

PS: There will be more later

Chapter 048: Murder at St. Mark's Cathedral (Part )

Just as the blade was about to fall, a strong hand grabbed his wrist, stopping its movement and forcing him to turn around. Francisco found himself facing a man he had never met.

"What the hell are you doing, you idiot!" he roared. "Let go of your hands, you bastard!"

"Before you die, I hope you will remember that it was a Byzantine who killed you."

"Are you the diplomat from the country?"

As the crowd dispersed, Alejandro's guards approached. Rodriguez rushed to Francisco's side. "Come on, we should go. It's over!" he shouted.

"I have to deal with this bastard first," Francisco said palely, his own wound bleeding profusely.

"No! We must retreat!"

Francisco looked angry but also resigned. "This isn't over yet," he told Alvin.

"Yes, it's not over yet. You can't get rid of me wherever you go, the shortest-lived Doge of Venice. I will take your life immediately." He let go of Francesco's hand, and the corners of his mouth twisted upwards, as if the person in front of him was already a dead person in his eyes.

Francisco glared at him fiercely, then turned around and followed the deputy speaker who had already disappeared behind the altar. There was a door leading to the outside of the church in the apse, and they must have left from there.

"Wait!" a hoarse voice came from behind him. "Let them go. They can't get far. I need you to stay. I need your help."

Alvin turned and saw the Duke sprawled on the floor between two overturned chairs.

"You saved my life."

"Did you think it would be like this a few days ago, Mr. Alessandro, the president of the Council of Ten?"

He squatted down and looked at this once invincible man. The church was still very noisy, but even under the protection of the guards, Alessandro felt it was very quiet.

"You know, I had already discussed with Mocenigo about sending troops to support Constantinople, and I could have saved him."

"But I didn't do that, do you know why?"

Alvin crouched down and looked him in the eyes.

"Because compared to those who are scheming, I prefer people like you who act without thinking."

In Alejandro's eyes, he saw Alvin snap his fingers with his right hand, with an unfathomable light flashing in his eyes.

But from the guards' eyes, they saw Alvin helping Alessandro to his feet and as gently as possible to help him sit down on a chair. He looked up and saw that the bishop and several other priests had also disappeared. Behind him, people were still pushing and shoving, just wanting to leave the cathedral through the main west door.

"It's time for me to go after Francisco," he said.

"No!" said the Speaker. "I can't get to safety on my own. You have to help me. Take me to the Church of San Giorgio Maggiore. There are my friends."

The speaker's words were not without reason. He was the only one alive now, but if Alvin did not send him to receive treatment as soon as possible, he would not live long. The San Giorgio Maggiore he mentioned was not far to the northwest of the Baptistery.

Alvin borrowed a strip of shirt from a guard and bandaged the wound as best he could. Then he carefully helped him to his feet. "Hook your left arm around my shoulders. Very good. There should be a way out behind the altar..."

After the guards drew the enemy's fire, Alvin, with his only pawn, walked in the direction the assassins had left, and soon came to an open door with blood on it. There was no doubt that Francisco had left from here. Alvin's right arm was supporting him. They walked into the square from the north wall of the cathedral, and there was chaos in front of them.

Alvin stopped and wrapped his cloak around Alessandro's shoulders as a disguise, and then the two walked west along the cathedral. In the square between the cathedral and the baptistery, the people of the Governor's Palace and a family costume were fighting hand to hand. They were so focused that they didn't notice them quietly passing by. When they came to the street leading to the cathedral square, two men wearing dolphin and cross emblems blocked them. Both of them were wearing ugly curved blade swords.

"Stop!" one of the guards said. "Where are you going?"

"I have to get this man to safety," Alvin said.

"Who are you?" another guard said unhappily. He stepped forward and looked into Alessandro's face. The speaker turned away, his mind a little confused, but the movement caused his cloak to slide down, revealing the emblem on his coat.

"Aha," the other guard said, turning to his companion, "it looks like we caught a very big fish!"

Alvin quickly raised his left foot and kicked the guard hard in the buttocks. He fell backwards with his arms and legs spread out. A few seconds later, his companion rushed over, his curved blade raised. The blade came down, and Alvin used his arm to block the attack. At the same time, he swung his left arm to shake off the hand blade, but the force was not enough to kill the man. At this time, another guard also stood up and came to help his companion, who stumbled back, surprised that he had not been able to cut off Alvin's arm.

"I'm the Demon Pillar, who the hell are you?"

Alvin blocked the second curved blade in the same way, but this time he grabbed the opponent's wrist and twisted it hard and fast, causing the man to drop the weapon with a cry of pain. Alvin quickly bent down and grabbed the handle of the knife almost before it hit the ground. It was quite difficult to use his left hand while bearing the weight of the guy next to him, but this was for an ordinary human.

In just one round, he cut off his opponent's neck. Another guard rushed towards him again, roaring angrily. He blocked with the big knife, and for a while he and the other party fought back and forth. But the guard proved why he was still a guard.

He swung again and again. This gave Alvin an opening. The man's helmet was loose, but he was still looking at Alvin's arm, ready to strike there again. Alvin raised his blade upward, pretending to miss, but he succeeded in knocking the man's helmet off. Then, before the man could react, he drove the heavy blade into the man's skull, splitting it in two. The knife was stuck, but Alvin would not pull it out. It had done its job.

"Not far, sir."

They reached the church of San Giorgio Maggiore without any hindrance, but the doors were shut. Alvin looked back and saw that at the other end of the street, the guards' companions had discovered their bodies. He knocked hard on the door, and the peephole opened, revealing an eye and part of a face that looked suspicious.

"Alejandro is injured," Alvin gasped. "They are coming! Open the door!"

"I need a password," said the man inside, and the Speaker recognized the man's voice and tried to cheer himself up.

"Angelo!" he cried. "It's Alessandro! Open the damned door!"

"In the name of Hermes!" the man inside said, "We thought you were dead!" He turned and shouted to the other man, "Open the door! And quickly!"

"He's safe now," Alvin said, helping Alejandro to two attendants, who carefully carried him to a bench against the north wall of the church.

"We will bandage his wounds and stop the bleeding. When he is fully recovered, we will take him back to his palace. We will not forget what you have done."

“Venice will never forget what you have done for it,” said Alessandro, who was lying on a bench. “May God be with you.”

After Alvin left, one of the guards who had gone to deal with the rebellion hurried forward, his face covered in blood and sweat.

"What's up?".

"Bad news, sir. They have gathered a large army and are storming the Governor's Palace. We can't hold out for much longer."

Angelo blanched. "This is bad news indeed. If they take the palace, they'll kill every supporter of ours they catch, and once they've taken control—"

"Sir," the courier interrupted. "I have some more news. I saw Francisco leading a force to the rear of the Governor's Palace. He wants to attack the blind spot of the defending troops."

"Do they have other troops?"

“The Ottomans.”

......

Alvin walked out of the church, looked at the still blue sky, and whistled happily.

"Don't let me down, Alessandro."

PS1: How can a person like Banxian be whitewashed... I don't understand

Can you place an order?

PS2: Hermione is here, Ron is here, and Potter should be here too

Chapter 049 Yes, the Deputy Governor of Venice can also be hanged

Since Giovanni Mocenigo was elected leader of the city more than two decades ago, he has brought a measure of order and calm to the feuding international bankers and chambers of commerce that have made Venice one of the richest cities in the world.

Despite this, the city has never been content to remain silent, but fierce battles have broken out from time to time as each force fights for control of the city. Some of them have temporarily become allies, while others have been sworn enemies from beginning to end.

The church bells had rung, blending in with the harsh sounds of metal clashing, shouts, and groans. The city was in chaos, and everything that could be burned was set on fire. Squads of soldiers from both sides came and went, or fought each other. Whether it was the square or the road, there were corpses everywhere, but the noise around made the crows dare not land to eat, and they could only watch from the rooftops with their dark eyes.

Alvin was searching for the beautiful figure among the crowd, so he climbed up the bell tower. Ever since he jumped from the bell tower of Notre Dame de Paris, he had learned his lesson and practiced with Scathach every day in the simulator, and finally he had acquired some passable skills.

"Apart from anything else, it's true that I'm becoming more and more like an assassin. Who would spend all day climbing walls for no reason?"

Alvin's top priority is to find Leonardo da Vinci as soon as possible. Although he knows that if they fight, he may not be as powerful as a finger of Leonardo da Vinci, but he is afraid that a servant will suddenly appear at night, which would be a terrible situation.

There was no trace of her in the square anymore, so Alvin simply jumped onto the roof and ran along the roof. He had all the necessary elements, except for a hood and a hidden blade.

A commanding height is still a commanding height after all. He quickly found the person in the vast crowd. Coincidentally, the Governor's Palace was not far away.

"In that case, it would be unreasonable not to do it once."

Alvin did not slow down. Instead, he leaped over and fell like an eagle, landing accurately in a pile of hay.

"I think I can report to Masimov now." He crawled out of the haystack with a piece of straw in his mouth.

When Da Vinci saw the representatives pouring out of the church door, she knew something was wrong. In the crowds of people fleeing, she quickly understood the current situation through "friendly" conversations with several representatives.