A cool bull's head on the ring looked very eye-catching, and it was worn on Lucrezia's slender fingers, and against the background of her snow-white skin, it easily attracted the attention of the mercenary next to her.

Looking at this ring, the mercenary's face was stunned for a moment, he first blinked his eyes vigorously, as if to determine whether he was dazzled, and then when he opened his eyes and made sure that what he saw was indeed the imaginary sign, his face first showed a trace of sluggishness, and then his gaze slowly moved up, from Lucrezia's arm over her towering and seductive breasts, and finally landed on her beautiful face.

His companions were just as strange as him, first attracted by the mercenary's look, and then when they followed his gaze to notice the ring on Lucrezia's finger, their expressions became more exciting, and they whispered to each other, and some of them seemed to argue in a whispered voice because of some disagreement, but no one shouted at Alexander again, but they all stepped back, as if they were afraid of rushing into the two young men because of their recklessness.

Alexander had already noticed the ring on Lucrezia's finger, and a wry smile appeared on Alexander's lips as he looked at the mercenary standing across from him with a suspicious look.

He never thought that a slight negligence would completely reveal their identities.

He hadn't paid attention to the pattern of the ring on Lucrezia's finger before, but now looking at Lucrezia, Alexander couldn't help but wonder if she had deliberately exposed the ring in front of these people in order to signal to them.

The bull's head is the coat of arms of the Borgia family.

At this time, the mercenary standing in front of them had a change on his face, his breathing seemed to be very short, as if he was frightened by the coat of arms of the Borgia family that suddenly appeared, but he seemed to have some other thoughts.

Lucrezia's hand pressed against the back of Alexander's hand closed slightly, clenched his hand as if afraid he would run away, and slowly stood up.

Immediately, another whisper rang out in the tavern.

Alexander slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the people in front of him, and then slowly walked around the table with Lucrezia.

The people silently moved out of the way, but as soon as they passed, they immediately surrounded and followed, as if they wanted to stop them, but they didn't dare to do so.

"Get me out of here." Lucrezia whispered as she leaned close to Alexander, her palms cold and wet, obviously not as calm as she seemed, and when Alexander took two steps ahead of her, Lucrezia immediately followed.

Alexander tried to slow down his feet, he didn't know how long the strange atmosphere in front of him would last, maybe the next moment the people would scream and pounce on them.

As he approached the tavern door, he found a few guests standing in the way and didn't seem to want them out, but they didn't show hostility, but Alexander saw in their faces a look of embarrassment.

"Get out of the way."

Alexander's voice was not high, but his expression was unusually determined, which made the pissars seem even more uneasy because they didn't know what to do.

They all looked at the mercenary who was following them, and when they saw that he didn't speak, they hesitated and finally got out of the way.

Alexander pulled Lucrezia slowly to the door, and at that moment, the mercenary suddenly asked in a hesitant voice, "Are you from Rome?" ”

His words immediately resonated with the people around him, and there was a faint eagerness in everyone's eyes, as if the answer they were about to get was so important to all of them.

Alexander glanced back at the mercenary, and as the people around him looked at him expectantly, he suddenly smiled and nodded.

"That's right, we're from Rome."

With that, he pulled Lucrezia and turned and walked out of the tavern.

As soon as they reached the street, they heard a deafening shout suddenly erupt from the tavern behind them!

Alexander didn't care what was happening in the tavern, he pulled Lucrezia briskly to the mounted bolted to the side, and ignoring Pagassos's cry of displeasure because he hadn't had time to rest enough, he quickly jumped on his mount after lifting her on his horse, and ran down the street with his legs in the other direction of Pisa.

Lucrezia was quiet all the way, and even when Alexander asked her why she didn't take the opportunity to ask the pisians for help, she didn't answer, only when Alexander suddenly held her in his arms too hard and hurt her, did he struggle slightly.

The reason why Alexander suddenly became a little rude was that he noticed that the road was at the crossroads leading to the Pisa Cathedral, and the famous leaning bell tower could already be seen from a long distance on the top of the flat tower, but now the Tower of Pisa did not seem to be so inclined.

However, the leaning tower was not the cause of Alexander's strangeness, but he noticed that on the other side of the crossroads, across a meadow, it was the town hall of Pisa.

A group of people in the meadow in front of the town hall caught Alexander's attention, and among them he saw the Pisan knight of the Zaloni family, as well as Machiavelli.

Standing with Machiavelli were several richly dressed and dignified men, and from their reserved but unconcealed caution, Alexander had already guessed that they were the tribunes of Pisa.

Since the expulsion of the Zaloni family, the Pisas have rebuilt a republic that was on the verge of extinction for nearly a hundred years, electing a council of nine tribunes and a 100-member council similar to that of Florence, which once made many Pisans proud to consider themselves masters of the city.

However, under the great threat, the Pisan officials could only face the Florentine envoy with some flattery, and even when Machiavelli suddenly interrupted the speech of a magnitude-looking tribune, the Pisaans could only stop and look at him in embarrassment.

Machiavelli would interrupt the man because he saw Alexander.

The grass was wide, and Alexander, who rode in pairs, was so conspicuous that it was easy for Machiavelli to notice Pagassos running all the way.

The Florentine casually waved his arm at Alexander, who seemed to be happy to meet an acquaintance, and did not apologize in the slightest for interrupting the pisconian so unreasonably.

Alexander noticed the embarrassed and even angry look on the faces of the pisa, but he could only slow down his horse and, after a little groaning, simply led the horse onto the meadow and came to the group.

Zaloni was apparently the only one of the Pisas who was happy about Alexander's presence, and he had been staring at Lucrezia intently from the beginning, not even noticing that a few people were running towards them from a distance, in a bit of panic.

"Oh friend, we're meeting again." The Florentine first took off his hat and nodded slightly to Lucrezia, and then said to Alexander with interest, "Why, are you leaving?" ”

"yes, there's a lot of work to be done," Alexander smiled and nodded, his gaze quickly sweeping over the pizzamen's faces before falling on Machiavelli.

If it weren't for this time, if it weren't for the danger of being uncovered at any time, Alexander would have wanted to have a good chat with this legendary figure who would be regarded as the teacher of the monarchs by later generations, but now he just wanted to leave the city immediately.

As if to see Alexander's eagerness, Machiavelli showed a slight hint of disappointment, and for some reason, although it was only a hurried encounter outside Pisa, the young man and woman in front of him made a deep impression on him, which made the Florentine, who had always prided himself on having a unique eye for seeing people, think that these two young men should not be simple people.

"It seems that we will not have a chance to get together properly," said Machiavelli, with some disappointment, "but if you have the opportunity to go to Florence we can meet again, and I will be able to entertain you by then." ”

"That's grateful, Florence, and I think I'll go there." Alexander replied, and when he spoke of Florence, there was a little excitement in his voice, because he remembered the famous old bridge, and also remembered the extraordinary moment when he came to this era.

Machiavelli seemed to hear the excitement in Alexander's tone, and he looked at the young man curiously, as if to see from his face what had touched his mind.

"Then I'll be waiting for you in Florence, but I don't know your name yet, so do I have the honor?"

"Alexander, Alexandre Giuliante Cambrai."

Alexander didn't care to say his name, he didn't introduce Lucrezia, because he felt that even if he didn't say her last name, if he heard Lucrezia's name and noticed her unusual beauty, maybe someone would guess who she was.

As for himself, Alexander did not think that his fame had reached the point where it could reach Florence.

It's just that he was clearly wrong.

The moment he heard Alexander's name, Machiavelli looked at Alexander with a look of surprise on his face, and he looked at Alexander with wide eyes as if he had misheard, which made Alexander instantly realize that something might be wrong.

But before Machiavelli could speak, a sudden low cry suddenly came from not far away.

When everyone heard this, they immediately saw Zaroni looking panicked and asking a few soldiers something.

The Pisa tribune, who had been left out in the cold, glared at Zaroni with a gloomy face, the arrogance of the Florentines had already annoyed them, and now it made them feel even more ashamed to see their officers like this.

But Zaloni apparently did not want them to maintain the last bit of decency, and he suddenly turned and ran over, completely ignoring the etiquette, and cried out: "Venetian, Venetian!" Our patrol found a large number of Venetians crossing the Arno River, heading for Pisa! ”

The faces of the tribunes, who had remained calm, changed color instantly!

Some of them seemed to be a little sluggish because they hadn't understood yet, and some of them had turned pale, as if they had fallen into an ice cave!

"Venetian? How is it a Venetian? ”

The tribune looked at Machiavelli in disbelief, wasn't it the Florentine who they were trying to deal with in any way?

But now it was the Venetians, which made the Pisan people completely dazed by this unexpected turn of events.

At this time, Machiavelli's face was also filled with doubts and disbelief, and he looked at Zoloni suspiciously, trying to see the clues of deception and hypocrisy on his face, but the panicked look of the Pisan man did not see any flaws at all except to prove that the news was true.

This made the only suspicion in Machiavelli's heart untenable.

But, the Venetians?

He could never have imagined that his envoy would encounter such a completely unexpected situation, and at the same time his eyes could not help but look at Alexander.

If he hadn't heard about the young man before, he might even suspect that Alexander might have been a spy sent by the Venetians to infiltrate Pisa.

Alexander was also surprised, he vaguely guessed that those Venetians should be the Venetian mercenaries they had met in that village before, but he never expected that the target of this Venetian army would be Pisa!

Perhaps hearing the news of the Venetian as he did, Alexander felt the body of Lucrezia in his arms stiffen.

This made Alexander pull her into his arms with a slight force, and the feeling of being hugged made Lucrezia can't help but snuggle back.

"I'm sorry, it looks like we're going to have to get out of here as soon as possible." Alexander greeted Machiavelli, he didn't want to get involved in the trouble of Pisa, and looking at the panicked Pisa, he could already imagine what the city would be like if the Venetians came down to the city.

Machiavelli nodded hurriedly, and though he suspected that Alexander's presence and the arrival of the Venetians were too much of a coincidence, he could no longer care about them.

Machiavelli was both surprised and shocked by the sudden arrival of the Venetians in Pisa, and he felt that he had to send the news back to Florence as soon as possible, thinking about his mission.

The tribunes of Pisa had already woken up from their surprise, and like Machiavelli, they had no regard for the Florentine messengers, and the sudden appearance of the Venetians completely disrupted them.

Everyone in the meadow was in a mess.

Alexander was about to leave, Machiavelli was in a hurry to get the news back to Venice, and the tribunes were scrambling and shouting at each other.

At this moment, a loud "boom" suddenly came from the direction of the city gate in the distance!

Just when everyone was startled by the sudden sound of artillery, a shout sounded, and a black crowd suddenly appeared on the street not far away.

At the front of the crowd was a mercenary with an exaggerated hat on his head, and a long sword still dripping with blood in his hand, and when he saw Alexander and Alexander on their horses from a distance, the mercenary immediately raised his arms and shouted to the crowd behind him:

"Look! There they are, our straighteners, the rescuers sent by the Pope, the saviors of Pisa! ”

With the mercenary's shout, the crowd burst into a huge cheer!

Looking at the sudden appearance of the crowd, everyone in the grass was stunned for a moment.

"This Alexandre Giuliante Cambrai, sure enough, has a conspiracy!"

Machiavelli muttered to himself.