Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

Caesar sat in the reception room and drank half a glass of wine slowly.

As the door opened, Lorenzo strode in: "Good afternoon, Mr. Borgia."

The young man looked up at him, and said with a half-smile, "She's gone, right?"

"You seem to be too impatient." Lorenzo sat in front of him, his tone still unhurried: "Waiting is a beautiful virtue."

"Mr. Medici, it is rumored that you are a successful businessman and revitalized the huge family business a few years ago." Caesar put down his glass, and his expression was no longer half naive in front of Heidi, but as sophisticated as he was. Adult: "But you are really not smart enough to be indifferent to this kind of almost sure profit transaction."

The man looked down at the boy with a beautiful face like an angel, and said slowly: "It seems that the Pope has taught you a lot."

"Florence has quite grand parade celebrations and theater performances," he stood up, with a calm and unwavering tone: "If you intend to stay for Christmas, Pitti Palace will always welcome you."

"Wait a minute—" the young man said with an accentuated tone, "Is this your choice?"

"Ignoring the life and death of the people of Florence, ignoring the honor at your fingertips, and even letting the opportunity to re-establish friendship with the Holy See disappear?!" Caesar sneered, and asked: "Or you have an absolute chance of winning this war, and you are so conceited Need help from any force?"

Lorenzo stood still, turned around and glanced at him, showing a faint smile.

"Children should stay away from politics." He wrote lightly: "Too young may not be a good thing."

On the way back, Heidi didn't dare to stop and rest, even if she simply washed up by the small river and mountain spring, she used the fastest speed.

Due to the possibility of war, both young children remained in Florence to ensure timely contact with their parents in case of crisis.

Along the way, the two of them were liquidating property and expenses, and calculating the time required to manufacture various weapons.

Fortunately, as early as half a year ago, Atalanti wrote to inform them that the four blacksmith shops and carpentry shops had been bought, and the business conditions were quite good.

The original intention of purchasing these stores is to manufacture farm tools and pasture tools at a lower cost, and continuously widen the price gap between their own agricultural products and other ranchers.

But when the war is about to come, it can really convert its function into a weapon processing workshop.

"We can't do these things in Milan," Da Vinci murmured, "Sforza is a cautious and greedy person. Once he finds out, he may try to swallow all our property."

Heidi responded, and marked a pasture near the southwest on the map: "How about using this as a base camp, half of it for military training, and the other half for firearms trials?"

"And control the flow of people." Da Vinci took out a pencil and added: "Once there are speculators trying to inform, things will be even more troublesome."

Although the carriage was quite bumpy, it did not affect their design of the overall plan.

It was a real pleasure working with Leonardo—

Heidi often didn't need to make too many supplements, and even only suggested one or two words, and he could quickly understand all her meanings.

Due to the long-term and many times of cooperation over the years, he has been completely accustomed to the modern way of thinking, and he is quite familiar with things like charts and budget tables.

"But - there is one more important thing," Da Vinci looked at her and said, "Do you know 'Cantrella'?"

Heidi was a little confused: "Who is he?"

"It's not a person, it's a kind of poison." Da Vinci was a little worried about this: "This is what Botticelli told me."

The Borgia family is said to have passed down a poison from generation to generation, which is used to secretly kill or threaten political opponents.

This poison is colorless and tasteless, and no one has seen its specific form, but it is said that it will die soon after ingestion.

Da Vinci was not sure about the veracity of those legends, but explained the general content.

Is...□□?

Or a mixture related to □□?

Heidi thought for a moment, and said, "From now on, you will bring a silver needle with you, and use it to stir it before eating."

"Because...silver is holy?" Leonardo showed a suspicious expression: "Where is the cross?"

"That's not the case. If the drinking water or food is poisonous, it will turn black immediately after stirring with a silver needle."

The extracts of this era are often impure, and the presence of impurities will cause the silver product to react and turn black.

Heidi has no exposure to this period of history, but she has a general understanding of the technological level of this era.

People's poisoning tools mainly rely on dikun trioxide, that is, red vitriol.

"In case, I mean in case," she said emphatically, "after you eat something, you feel difficulty in breathing and a sore throat, so immediately induce vomiting and spit out all the food."

Da Vinci looked at her with surprised eyes: "Alchemy still talks about these things?"

Over the years, he wanted to visit her teacher more and more to learn something new.

"Be sure to induce vomiting until you spit out clear water, and then add eggs and milk." Heidi confirmed quite seriously: "Did you hear clearly?"

"Well, it's clear." Leo laughed: "Let's also bring a silver needle to Atalanti."

Heidi watched him continue to sort out the charts, and vaguely felt that he was completely used to his various strange arguments.

The knowledge from modern times, as well as the existence that has never existed in this era, are all born hundreds of years earlier because of her.

If it weren't for the protection of her identity and many lies, she might have been burned as a witch in the square long ago.

Da Vinci lowered his head and wrote something, before he spoke for a long time: "Sometimes, I feel that you are a very strange existence."

"……Um?"

"Knows many things, and is fearless," he paused his pen, and continued to write: "And he is very good at many times, as if he had many tutors since he was a child."

Heidi froze for a moment, realizing where the problem was.

Women in this era should have nothing to do with most of the learning.

They are born to be slaves to dogma, and it is even more impossible for them to get in touch with the unfathomable philosophy and science.

Like Isabella in the Principality of Ferrara, even if she has received a comprehensive and trendy education, she is worthy of a special mention in history.

Sometimes her knowledge and conversation are too different from the so-called fugitives.

"If you trust me enough..." Leonardo raised his head to look at her with gentle and pure eyes: "Will you tell me where you come from?"

Heidi took a deep breath, trying to suppress the many thoughts clamoring in her mind.

In fact, she is eager to tell others her origin.

She wanted to miss everything about the twentieth century, and frank discussions about everything related to future technology.

It was really lonely.

In this long night of the Middle Ages, it is too lonely to live alone.

And if you tell Da Vinci, she can share a lot of knowledge with him without fear, allowing him to use these principles to design even greater works and machinery——

"What do you think?" she asked softly.

"I've been thinking that you might be a princess who escaped marriage, or the daughter of a certain duke." Leonardo lowered his head and stared at the notch of the pencil, his voice softened a lot: "With a wealth of knowledge, carry beautifully cut jewellery, and resists marriage."

Heidi frowned slightly, but still kept that stupid idea in her heart.

"Maybe it is." She laughed self-deprecatingly: "I don't remember either."

Atalanti received the news early in the morning, and was waiting for their carriage at the city gate with her little daughter in her arms.

"You've grown taller again, Atalanti—" Heidi hugged the little girl in surprise, couldn't help kissing her face, and turned to look at the young wife who was pregnant again: "Hi, please accept Download the present we brought from Florence."

They didn't bother to wash and change their clothes. They spent the whole morning inspecting every shop in the city and reading the reports submitted by the guys.

The three sat in the spotless study again, and there was no trace of the troublesome little devil outside.

I heard that after the child was sent back to the vineyard, he was severely beaten by his irritable parents. It is not known whether he has stolen other people's things now.

"Actually, we came back this time to prepare for a war." Da Vinci took a sip of his wine and said slowly: "I have already drawn several designs of firecrackers and guns, and the rest will be handed over to the blacksmith. we're gone."

Atalanti was smiling and joking just now, but when he heard this sentence, his face went blank, and he subconsciously said, "Didn't you come back to continue the business?"

"The French are coming." Heidi said briefly, "About three to five months."

"We need to form a mercenary group, find suitable generals to control them, and turn the pasture in the southwest into a base camp." Da Vinci unfolded a map and a plan, motioning the young guy to take a look: "This It's probably a big project."

"--French?!"

"--fight?!"

Atalanti started pacing back and forth in the room directly, with a face full of disbelief: "My God, didn't you two go back for a vacation?!"

"No," Heidi added, sipping her wine, "and we provoked the Borgia family, maybe we will be hunted down by them in the future."

"Borgia—Borgia?!!"

"Also, Heidi is my fiancée now!" Leonardo suddenly remembered this point, his eyes filled with an unconcealable smile: "How about this news?"

Atalanti chose to slump directly on the bench next to him, and murmured after a long while: "You have only been away for less than a year, how did you cause so much trouble..."

"So do you want to join?" Heidi asked: "Continue to be my supervisor, and go grind your lips with those mercenary leaders?"

"Do it!" The young man paralyzed there and dragged out his voice: "It's not like you are just tossing around..."