Share your interactive ePaper on all platforms and on your website with our embed function. I Auditore Ezio di Firenze. I'm an assassin To do this you must learn the art of death.
To his enemies, a threat devoted to the destruction of tyrants who abuse the Italian people. Also in the taverns and brothels twinkling lights, but very few people roamed the streets. The moon had appeared in a cobalt blue sky, dominating over a host of stars who accompanied him.
Ponte Vecchio, their crowded tents in the dark and silent now, united with the north bank of river. A young man of only seventeen, but tall and proud. The young man looked down at the faces of impatience, under the pale moonlight, watching him.
He raised his fist above his head as a defiant salute. They gathered around expectantly. He raised his hand to silence a single and aloneio cry. He smiled grimly. For help. Was interrupted at the time that a large stoneof, timing, launched from the bridge, landed at his feet. The young man returned with his group, like a unitca person, in the direction of the voice.
I knew who it belonged to. Just then we were talking about you. But you must forgive me. Did not expect you personally. You're a darling puppy! You're afraid to address the situation, I think. The last time I saw your sister Viola seemed quite satisfied with the treatment I gave him. Let's see if you can fight as well as sputtering! Then another stone spun through the air, but this time it was a challenge. Ezio gave a glancing blow in the brakingyou, opening a bloody wound.
