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

El-Melloi II had just opened the door when he ran into Romulus who was about to leave.

"You are just in time to come back. Come with me to Blachernae Gate."

"What happened?" El-Melloi II asked. "Is it an enemy attack?"

"I don't think it's possible for someone to steal our house without anyone noticing after we've occupied Fort Rumeli." Having said this, Romulus closed the door.

"Leonardo returned from Venice while Boudica and Leonidas were changing shifts."

"It looks like there are results."

"But none of your disciples are in the car."

Romulus knew that after he said this, El-Melloi II would definitely go with him. In fact, he was also very curious why the person who chatted with him on the roof under the moonlight that day did not come back.

"Let's go."

At the Blachernae Gate, when El-Melloi II and Romulus hurried over, Leonardo was worried about her chariot. Compared to when she set out, her masterpiece was now covered with scars.

"That many arrows should be enough for one person's quiver, Leonidas. You've defended Thermopylae before, so can you give me some specific data?"

"This is difficult, because Thermopylae is a special case. However, these arrows are more than enough for a hunter to use for hunting. But Da Vinci, is this really okay for you?"

"The problem is not big, but it is not small either. It is actually a problem with the wood."

"—the wood problem can be solved, Leonardo."

El-Melloi II spoke breathlessly while leaning against the wall, but his eyes were fixed on the car.

"...Alvin...where did he go? Was he detained by the Venetians?"

Da Vinci shook his head.

"And what was the reply from Venice?"

He noticed that Leonardo hesitated when he heard this question, and then continued to ask.

"Leonardo?"

"It's hard to explain the specific process right now, but Alvin is fine, and Venice..."

Da Vinci pondered for a while and said in a very affirmative tone:

"Venice, they showed their hands."

Chapter 051 Elizabeth: You are bullying me!

"what?"

After seeing Mashu's incredible expression, Hector explained his previous words.

"I'm not doubting your strength... Ah, no, I should say I am doubting it, right? Now, although we have the absolute initiative, most of the Balkans have fallen into our hands. Constantinople actually has no chance."

"The Caesar of the Byzantine Empire... should be called Basilius later. He is an extremely outstanding monarch. In addition, he has the assistance of two Servants who are good at defending the city. It is not so easy to capture Constantinople."

"So, I wonder if you have the strength to fight them head-on. Or is your strength limited to ordinary reinforcements?"

"Let me, uncle, confirm your strength, okay?"

Then the Trojan prince made an attacking gesture.

"Eh!? I thought you were an intelligent Servant, but in the end you still have to speak with your strength!?"

Could it be that a Servant like me who has a liking for him is a special case? Romani thought to himself in the control room.

"Ahaha. The blind man, you are really sensible. Let's get started. Don't die accidentally. After this fight, I will make you some delicious food." Hector was still laughing, which reminded Lixiang of the 50-year-old uncle.

These uncle-generation servants are surprisingly reliable...

"Of course, what I cook is not Turkish food, but Trojan food that no one in this world can taste anymore. Come, let's have a head-on confrontation!"

"Uncle's real name is Hector, and his class is Lancer! Uncle, I am really angry now."

When Ritsuka accepted the challenge with a solemn vow, she would never have thought that Scathach would be sitting under the shade of a tree, eating pears and watching Hector train their fighting abilities, and even less that...

"Huh... Oh, I didn't expect you guys to be so strong. What a happy miscalculation. It seems that Nero's vision is as good as ever."

"Of course! This is the right-hand man that I personally selected! He is very powerful in combat!"

"The little girl's defense is a pretty good combination compared to Nero's attack and Elizabeth's. Uncle, I'm looking forward to the scene when you meet those two defense Servants on the battlefield."

"By the way, the little girl's name is Mashu, right? You are the Shielder, right? Your fighting habits are very much to my liking. Although I know that weapons that can only be used for defense are abnormal, they are far better than weapons used for plundering."

Mash was flattered to receive praise from Hector.

"Yes, is that so..."

"Believe in yourself, just like believing that your own shield can withstand all attacks around you. Although it may sound a bit idealistic, it is the most suitable for you, little girl."

"In the end, everyone is still the same... let Mashu discover it herself or something." Ritsuka listened to Hector's almost explicit words, looked back at Mashu who was still confused, and couldn't help shaking his head.

"Come on, Mr. Lancelot."

"By the way, Mashu, you're so slender, but you're so strong!"

Nero's words were shocking. Fu Fu, who was very sensitive to the word "strong", glanced at the Rose Emperor.

"Fu? [Did someone find out that I exercise on the treadmill every day?]"

“Strong...strong...?” Mashu’s reaction was more flattered than shocked.

"That's right. The way you stand firmly with your shield raised is like you've taken root in the ground. If I'm as fierce as fire, then Mashu is as fertile as the earth. I think you can cooperate well with any Heroic Spirit, right?"

“…Is that so?”

"It's amazing that you can come here from such a distant era. And you are all very strong. I am in a good mood now! Go back and cook some dishes tonight! I am, what is that? I am particularly good at Trojan cuisine. Would you like to give me some food?"

"Thank...thank you Mr. Hector...how's Aoife? Are you hungry?"

But when Mashu, who was originally full of expectations, saw her best friend and her senior secretly sharing a piece of compressed biscuit, she completely lost her dream.

"Yes, you must be tired from traveling. I'm sorry I didn't notice this! Yeah! Eat more and sleep well! This is the best source!"

"In fact, even if you don't want to, Hector will force the food into your stomach." Elizabeth knew the uncle's temper very well.

"But after dinner, we must take a shower! I'll rub your backs, but don't underestimate me. You know, I'm a noble, hehe."

"It's hard to accept, but Rome's baths are the best in the world. His Majesty Nero can be of some use sometimes."

"Are there any baths here?"

"Don't underestimate Nero's private goods, Mashu. There are still many things in Anatolia Castle."

Elizabeth would never have imagined how much she would regret her bathing declaration when she entered the bath.

"Uh-huh......"

This was the reaction she saw from Ritsuka and the other two.

"Um......"

This was her reaction when she saw Nero and Scathach.

"What's the matter, Miss Elizabeth?"

"What? I see. That's what's going on. If that's the case, why didn't you tell me earlier?!"

"ah!??"

Elizabeth looked like she had given up on herself. When Mashu and the others were confused, only Nero, her arch-enemy, understood what was happening at a glance.

"It looks like the situation is complicated. This side is also...ah, and looking closely, Mashu is actually not bad!"

"Ah... is there something wrong, Your Majesty Nero? Um... why is it like this all of a sudden..."

As Elizabeth saw, Matthew and Ophelia collided with each other, which gave her young mind a huge shock.

"Your Majesty... that... that... chest... can't breathe..."

"You guys continue, I'm leaving first!!!"

Looking at Elizabeth running away with a red face, Nero, lying on the edge of the bathtub, had a look of regret.

"What a shame... I wanted to show Elizabeth how your six balls collide."

"Please don't do this!"

Looking at the lively scene at the other end of the bath, Scathach leaned in the corner, closed her eyes and enjoyed it, with a bowl of liquor beside her. At this moment, she was the only one who looked like a real Roman.

Life is so dull and tasteless.

PS1: You can experience the meaning of four-ball collision by yourself.

PS2: "FPX will be the first team to prepare for the bubble match"

“From now on we’ll win six in a row and make the playoffs.”

Another one who can't come back from Paris

Chapter 052: Invitation to Florence

In a matter of days, it was all over. The power of the Francesco and Rodriguez families in Venice was gone. Their possessions and estates were confiscated, and their coats of arms were torn off and trampled on. Despite Alessandro's hopes for leniency, the angry mob found and killed all those who had participated in the assassination of the old Doge, although a few important figures managed to escape. Only one captured member of the Francesco family was given leniency - the Pope's nephew, who Alessandro considered too naive to have participated in any serious crime. However, most members of the Senate believed that Alessandro's decision was more out of politics than mercy.

Pope Nicholas V was still furious and announced the end of Venice's ecclesiastical authority, but since the Pope himself had little influence, the Venetians ignored it.

As for Alvin, he was invited to attend the meeting of the 41-member Council of Venice in St. Mark's Basilica. He found Alessandro standing on the altar, his wounds still bandaged, but his body had recovered a lot and the paleness on his face had disappeared.

After the customary greetings, Alejandro gave a speech in the church.

"My friends, when I was six years old, I fell into the Grand Canal. I found myself drifting into darkness and thought my life was over. But I woke up to the sound of my mother crying. Next to her stood a stranger, soaking wet and smiling. She explained to me that this man had saved my life. The stranger's last name was Mocenigo."

"I'm so sorry that he just left us a few days ago. Let us be here in silence for him."

Alvin couldn't help but laugh when he saw this scene. In the cold political world, the boundaries between right and wrong are often blurred. Giovanni Mocenigo's value is to become a stepping stone for Alessandro to climb up.

"We know that if you have the power to save him, you will never stand idly by," the oldest member of the council comforted him.

"At least the masters of Venice are still here. We must not only repair the walls and buy firearms, but also be prepared for internal self-censorship, the expenses of which shall be borne by all the people of Venice. No matter what happens, it will always be here waiting for those who yearn for it."

"You are very generous, sir." Alessandro paused. "We have won a great victory," he said finally.

"But the war is not over yet. Many of our enemies have escaped."

"Venice is safe. Nicholas V wanted to persuade Naples and Florence to become our enemies, but I have persuaded Ferdinando not to do so, and the same goes for Bologna and Milan."

Alejandro was unable to share his true victory with anyone, so he needed an external conflict to divert the topic.

"For further security reasons, I need the Senate to allow Venice to hunt down those who are actually behind this rebellion."

A dark cloud passed over his face, and Alvin had to admire his acting skills.

"Damn the Ottomans!" the old councillor said angrily, "We just wanted to capture those Arab merchants, but they ran away without a trace."

"Any news on where they've gone?"

Alessandro shook his head. "No. They are hiding well and may be on their way back to their homeland, but we can't just give up..."

"I think I know what you mean." The firmness in the representative's tone made Alvin understand that anyone who offended Venice's dignity would pay the price with his life. Constantinople had a deep understanding of this.

"How could we forget those who murdered Giovanni Mocenigo? Antonio and Stefano, the priests who have been hanged. And Francesco and Rodríguez. And another man who was not directly involved in the murder but is a powerful ally of our enemies. He is the new Ottoman Sultan, Erdogan. I pardoned Francesco's cousin. I don't want to be like them. But sometimes, I feel that I was not very wise in this matter."

"This is all political means, don't mind it."

"I have a list," Alejandro said. "I'll add their names to it."

"What is that list?" one MP asked, raising his hand.

"The list of people who participated in the expedition to Constantinople. This time we are not going to attack them. On the contrary, we have a common enemy."

Alvin probably knew why Queen Elizabeth fell asleep during the parliamentary meeting. The process was so boring that he himself fell asleep several times.

"It seems that I am really not cut out to be a politician."

"May God be with you, my friend Alvin. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid Venice would be in a terrible state now. I sincerely thank you, sir."

After that conflict, the harmonious talks between Byzantine diplomats and the temporary governor became commonplace to the Venetians, but who knew that this was a conspiracy from the beginning?

"I am leaving Venice."

"So soon? But they tell me you're the hero of the moment! Why don't you stay and enjoy it?"

"I do not have time."

"This is the list of names participating in the expedition," Alessandro said, and his tone made Alvin doubt the authenticity of the list.