Human dimension reduction

A momentary bewildered look appeared on Vincent's face, and he suddenly felt that perhaps, rather than the captain of the king's guard, this romantic and sentimental Sardinian assassin leader was more suitable for a bard who made up stories and sang songs with a lyre Poet - the kind who arranges the king in the square during the day and climbs the lady's window at night.

But this bewildered expression only appeared for a moment before he forcibly suppressed it.

Because he found that there really didn't seem to be any suitable reasons to explain why a stranger would appear on the roof of the Palace of Westminster at night, except for what Lorenzo thought-of course, it didn't quite explain him. Why on the roof and not in the garden.

"Hmm..." Vincent raised his voice, neither affirming nor denying.

With a flick of his finger, Lorenzo put the Hidden Blade in his sleeve, and approached him with a warm smile: "I thought Your Majesty was a child who didn't understand anything, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it...why didn't I see it?" Have you? The little majesty hid you very tightly, am I so untrustworthy, tell me if you want to have a tryst with the little majesty in the future, I guarantee that no one will find out, so as to save you from climbing the roof—"

Well, the bard has gone out of his way to close the last loophole.

Vincent looked at him inexplicably, and finally couldn't help asking: "If... I mean, if I'm really an assassin, I haven't said a word... This makes me doubt whether His Majesty's safety can be guaranteed." be adequately protected.”

Lorenzo crossed his arms, tapped his chin with his fingers, and nodded heavily: "What you said is very reasonable, then please prove your relationship with the king, otherwise I will call someone."

As he spoke, the Captain of the Guards of the Palace of Westminster drew out his dagger again, which was smeared with some kind of dark juice so that there would be no extra reflection. Looking at the tall and thin young man in front of him, he looked at the leisurely posture of admiring the beauty, but Vincent had no doubt that as long as he hesitated a little longer, the short sword would be greeted to his neck without hesitation.

...Dig your own pit and jump yourself.

Vincent secretly regretted the unnecessary action in his heart, and a slight embarrassment appeared on his face: "You...how can you be so rude..."

Asking a nobleman of noble birth to prove that he had an affair with the king... This matter is ridiculous no matter how you look at it, but Lorenzo asked innocently and calmly, "This sir?"

He bit one corner of his lip with his sharp canines, and gently rubbed the skin: "Well... now I have a little doubt about your identity."

The amber-eyed Sardinian assassin stared at the young nobleman in front of him, still smiling in his voice: "Hey, but if you are really an assassin, the stupidest idiot under me can wring your beautiful hair off with one hand. Brain melon, or are you that... special assassin?"

He made an explicit and obscene gesture, and blinked his honey-colored right eye at Vincent: "If that's the case... If you haven't done it yet, I really want His Majesty to give you to me .”

In his line of sight, the face of the noble young man with long silver-gray hair became extremely ugly, his thin lips were tightly pressed together, and the expression in those thin blue eyes was full of bewilderment. Cold killing intent after offending.

This look made the hairs all over Lorenzo's body explode, and the extreme excitement climbed up the scalp along the tailbone like an electric current.

He suddenly remembered the experience when his master brought him into the profession when he was a child. Assassins are master-apprentice. The master taught the apprentice how to kill a person silently. Before facing a real person, he naturally had to start with an animal.

Lorenzo's master is a stupid big man who is a little short-sighted. He taught Lorenzo to see blood not by killing a chicken, but rushed into the woods with Lorenzo and threw the seven-year-old child into a wolf's den .

Fortunately, he still has a little bit of conscience, there is only one old and weak male wolf in the wolf den, but this male wolf is the abdicated wolf king - they only discovered this later.

Lorenzo held two pitiful Hidden Blades and confronted a wolf king who had been kicked off the throne.

In the years that followed, Lorenzo would sometimes think of the way the wolf king looked at him. The topaz-like eyes were full of arrogance and cold light. A natural predator despised the young and weak humans who provoked him. Carrying a huge wolf head, it looks more dignified than all human kings and emperors.

It obviously has the qualifications to show its nobility. The crown of human beings is inherited through blood, but its throne is actually obtained by biting.

Strangely, after Lorenzo used all his strength to kill the wolf king, he lost his respect for the secular crown. Even when facing the little king, he only respected it instead of fearing it.

But now, looking at the pair of cornflower blue eyes opposite, Lorenzo felt the trembling and excitement of facing a natural enemy for the first time in a long time.

What, what an arrogant look.

Under his aggressive gaze, the silver-gray long-haired youth looked away, his face changed a few times, and then he took out something from under the cloak with a gloomy expression—a brown cowhide bag, The cuffs are heavily embroidered with gold thread, and there are also white roses and crossed scepters and long swords on the bag.

This is the private coat of arms of Edward V.

Of course Lorenzo knew this cowhide purse that was inexplicably cherished by the little king, although he really wanted to ask why it wasn't a garter or something like that... But the desire to survive reined in the open mouth of this Sardinian wild horse.

——In this era without underwear, the garter belt is the most personal and intimate clothing. Ladies will give it to their lovers, and some men will even secretly take away the other party’s garter belt to prove their charm. Lorenzo is very impressed by it Daodao is of course clear, although he is not sure whether it is the same way to give gifts when men tryst...

"Okay," the leader of the assassins showed a regretful expression. Vincent didn't really want to know what he was regretting. It couldn't be because he didn't see anything exciting, "So are you leaving? I didn't I saw your servants and carriage outside the palace, do you need me to give you a ride?"

Of course not.

Vincent neatly rejected Lorenzo's malicious questioning. In fact, his premonition was right. For the Sardinian assassins who have no integrity, the king is not a corner that cannot be pried.

But Lorenzo, who was rejected by the beauty, still retained the last bit of gentlemanly spirit, watching this strange noble young man go down from the tower beside him, and disappeared from his sight.

Not to mention how Lorenzo told his subordinates to pay attention to a "beauty with long silver-gray hair, blue eyes, elegant temperament, and thin figure", after this matter reached the ears of William Stuart, it became more and more serious. It became Lorenzo's pursuit of a woman with silver hair and blue eyes. This woman has an amazing face and is a great beauty, but Lorenzo only saw the other side, and the beauty disappeared in place, leaving behind the bewildered woman. The ecstatic Earl of Essex vows to find the "love thief who stole his heart" and never marry this beauty in his life.

This story, which is full of vulgar plots in chivalrous novels, did not attract much attention to Stuart. He was well aware of the terrible communication ability of London society. He went to the mansion of an earl on the Upper East Side and had a love affair with the countess that cannot be seen in the world, and ended with a plate of roast pork leg on the earl's table".

However, due to his harsh personality, Stuart still satirized Lorenzo during a certain meeting: "Are you still looking for your silver-haired and blue-eyed beauty? Maybe I can introduce you to one The bishop will marry you."

To his surprise, this unscrupulous and dissolute assassin did not become angry. Instead, his expression became weird. He seemed to want to say something but didn't know how to say it. He raised his head and thought for a long time before putting on a sincere expression: "If If you can keep His Majesty from getting angry... I am really willing to make an oath to marry that beauty in front of the Lord."

Stuart frowned fiercely: What does this have to do with His Majesty the King?

The brain of the cunning North Gaul consul, who was as cunning as a fox, was spinning rapidly. This genius among people quickly thought of an explanation that best suited Lorenzo's strange reaction, but the absurdity of this explanation made him accustomed to it. People who experienced all kinds of strange things were shocked.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" The head of the Stuart family had sharp eyes, trying to warn the slutty former Sardinian assassin leader to stop his absurd and funny jokes immediately.

However, Lorenzo just gave him a meaningful look: "Why is it impossible?"

Stuart was about to be split by the thunder. Of course, he was not jealous of the mysterious king's lover because he had any ulterior motives for the king, but... this was the king's first woman!

Everyone knows how much influence the king's first woman will have on him, especially when the king is still young, at the age when he is easily influenced by others...

Stuart admitted that he did have the idea of ​​arranging a royal wife for the king, and the candidate... Catherine, who once danced with the king, was a good choice, but in the end he was forced by some kind of psychology to reject this idea. Press down.

But now, right under his nose, there is a woman who doesn't know where she came from, who doesn't know where she's going. She climbed onto the king's bed first, and he's not even the first person to know about it!

Even that Sardinian bastard who is in heat and provoking women knows it, but he doesn't know it yet!

Rumors of the Sardinian bastard and the mysterious woman were spread all over London's social scene, and he didn't know the ins and outs of the incident at all!

The paranoid William with a strong desire for control was completely penetrated by this fact beyond his grasp.

For the first time, the governor of North Gaul began to doubt his ability to control, as if this kind of thing had happened after meeting the little king.

The consul's dark blue eyes seemed to have set off a sea storm, and he asked through gritted teeth, "Which family is that woman... from?"

Lorenzo raised an eyebrow: "I don't know, and, who told you that it was a woman?"

Facing the unbelievable gaze of the Duke of Stuart, the amorous bastard of Sardinia announced frivolously and proudly: "A supremely beautiful woman, with an arrogant gaze that makes my heart flutter, oh, your Majesty is really amazing, to be able to conquer such a Great beauty, it seems that I don't need to pass on my valuable experience to him."

His tone was completely as if he knew that his shy little brother had just captured the heart of a famous beauty, he was proud and moved, he wished he could set off a firework to announce to the world that his little brother had grown up!

As the audience, Stuart wanted to squeeze out a mouthful of blood from his throat and spit it on the face of this Sardinian bastard.

A male lover!

Worse choice than the inexplicable royal lady!

Compared with women who do not have the right to participate in politics, men can directly stand on the stage of the House of Lords and sway their ambitions—especially when he holds a king in his hand!

Stuart was about to be driven mad by the ignorant Lorenzo, his folded hands trembled nervously, his dark blue eyes gave Lorenzo a hard look, and he walked towards the palace with a gloomy face .

In any case, he is the king's mentor, and of course he is qualified to ask the king's pillow.

Today, the little king is taking his brother for a walk in the gallery. This [-]-meter-long semi-open gallery contains precious artworks obtained from various countries by the royal family for hundreds of years, most of which come from Gaul. , and many are relics of the Holy Roman Empire, and even some of them are spoils seized from the holy city of Vatican.

The little king didn't wear the usual scarlet cashmere cloak today, but changed into a dark blue satin cloak. The diamonds on the crown with light blond hair were shining brightly, and even those light green eyes were beyond the world. of pure elegance.

It was normal for the king to change any clothes, but in the eyes of Stuart who had just learned a shocking secret, he couldn't help thinking about it.

"My lord duke, you came half an hour later than usual."

The little king gently pointed out the fact that Duke Stuart was late, the black-haired Duke paused, and bowed his head to apologize kindly.

"I'm sorry, my majesty the king, because I learned a shocking news, so I delayed my meeting with you..."

"What is the news that made my duke so panicked?" the little king asked casually, while the duke of York beside him kept looking down at Stuart, who was not far away with his head down, with indifferent eyes, without any concealment. I don't like him.

The liking of a young Duke of York did not arouse Stuart's concern. He organized his sentence and said softly: "I heard from your captain of the guard that you have recently had a lovely pillow... ..."

"What did you say?!"

After hearing these words, it was not the king who reacted the most, but the Duke of York beside him.

Richard's eyes widened, and he suddenly turned his head to stare at Brother Wang, with a shocked expression on his face, which also contained unexplained accusations and anger, which can be summed up in words...

You did such a bastard thing behind my back? !

Very well, the little king's face remained calm, and he began to crazily curse Lorenzo, a bastard with a big mouth. Could he suffocate to death if he didn't say a few words?