The dagger of the man in black scratched the frame, and my throat suddenly felt a strange rhythm
The damn rhyming side effects are kicking in.
"Why do you dance with swords and guns when you can drink wine together?"
I heard myself say Shakespearean lines and almost bit my tongue.
Da Vinci suddenly took out a compass and held it to his throat:
"Let us pass, or there will be blood!"
The system whines in my head:
"Host you have contaminated the language systems of historical figures!"
From beneath the hawk's mask came a smirk:
"Legendary time traveler who talks like an opera clown."
He flipped the dagger to reveal the serpentine coat of arms on the handle, "Surrender the core of civilization or Da Vinci will never paint the Mona Lisa smile."
I was about to reach for the marble in my pocket when the rhyming curse struck again:
"Artistic freedom should not be violated, it is better to win or lose by guessing!"
When the man in black was stunned, Da Vinci's compacts suddenly disintegrated, revealing the hidden phosphorus powder organ. He blew away the powder, and the passageway was momentarily lit with green fire:
"Teacher, go! This fire is not hot, it stinks!"
We burst open the secret door into the cellar, and behind us we heard the man in black sneezing. Vats of wine cast shadows in the firelight as Da Vinci ran along:
"Designed for a Medici wedding escape tunnel inspired by the pyramids of Egypt..."
"Watch your head!" I grabbed him by the back collar.
The rusty bear trap grazed the tip of his nose, and there were suspicious hairs on the blades.
"Host triggers timed quest!"
Hamster system pop-up countdown, "00:14:59"
"Use wine cellar materials to create smoke bombs, reward [toxic anti-constitution]"
I grabbed the cork:
"Didn't your tutor teach chemistry?"
Leonardo Da Vinci has opened two barrels of red wine: "Alcohol meets an open flame..."
"No! I snatched the flint from his hand. "We want smoke, not barbecue!"
As the men in black's footsteps approached, I pulled down the cellar curtains to cover the sulfur powder.
Da Vinci tacitly poured in the damp coffee beans, and the system quietly added a little pepper to the mixture:
"Enhanced tear gas for 10 minutes."
As the green fire reached the wine cellar, I threw out my cloth bag. The sulfur and coffee grounds explode at a high temperature to open the thick gray smoke, and Da Vinci opens the hidden ventilation valve:
"This way! The secret passageway leads to the Cathedral of Our Lady of Flowers..."
"Drain pipe." I held my nose and crawled into the damp passage. "Don't ask how you know."
As we raced through the labyrinth of pipes, the roar of the man in black echoed:
"You can't escape the Medici!" Suddenly there was the sound of weights collapsing, followed by the flutter of pigeons' wings.
"He triggered my feather trap."
Da Vinci proudly shows off the brass whistle in his palm, "Three thousand goose feathers will coat the intruder and release the tickle powder at the same time - oh, I have improved the formula."
The system suddenly alerts:
"Space-time anomaly detected! The bronze lion left behind by the host is creating a financial storm!"
Through the outfall fence, we saw the fluorescent lion running wild across the square.
He had gold-plated lottery tickets scattered in his PAWS, and the citizens went crazy." Buy one, get ten free! Medici Bank Certified!"
The lion can actually talk - the system admits it accidentally activated the voice module.
"My mechanical lion..."
Da Vinci obsessively pulled out his sketchbook, "It evolved the application of group psychology!"
"This is no time for pride!"
I dragged him down the drain again. "The sheriff will hang us as accomplices!"
Four hours into our escape, we huddled in the abandoned bell tower. Da Vinci cooks stolen macaroni in a pocket watch gear, and I'm forced to summarize the situation in rhyme:
"This is ridiculous. Where did the mysterious assassin come from?"
The hamster system suddenly projects a hologram:
The arms of the Man in Black are enlarged to reveal the outline of Napoleon's arms.
"The League of History tamers, who hunt time and space masters."
It swallowed Da Vinci's crumbs for energy, "They wanted Einstein to sell apples so nuclear weapons would never be born."
Da Vinci suddenly points a fork at the night sky:
"Look, teacher! The lion is gilding the church!"
The square is headed towards the sky with golden light. Resurrected bronze lions cover the cathedral's exterior walls with gold-plated lottery tickets, which look ridiculously scaly from a distance.
What's worse, he's carving a list of winners with his tail - and at the top of the list is my nom de guerre, Victor Fool.
"The host gains the Midas Touch."
The system gloats, "The price is that all the food tastes like gold for the next three days."
There was a sudden sound of crossbow strings below the bell tower.
The man in black stood on a moonlit roof, his mask split open to reveal mechanical prosthetic eyes:
"Game over. Surrender the system, or let Da Vinci lose his right hand forever - as history should have."
Da Vinci's hand in mixing the pasta froze in mid-air. I touched the cuff where the glowing marble was hidden, and the system suddenly gave a sharp warning:
"Special rewards unlocked! Use Socrates' eye of truth!"
When I put on the monocle moment, the black man's body emerged dense golden text -
"89% lying rate, 73% temporal camouflage index," "100% chance of being allergic to cats."
"Sir," I stole Da Vinci's freshly ground pepper, "with your scratched face under your mask, did you fight a wild cat all night?"
The man in black instinctively took a half step back, and I peppered. With his earth-shattering sneeze, Da Vinci activated the hidden glider in the bell tower:
"Hold on to my waist! This is an escape device for Cesare Borgia!"
The moment we smashed the tinted window, the system activated the shield. The night wind fills the cowhide wings, and beneath them is a torrent of gold made by the fluorescent lion.
The man in black shoots hook-locked arrows into the sky, only to be intercepted by swooping pigeons - each one trailing colorful droppings, an apparent side effect of Eternal Sketch.
"Teacher!"
Da Vinci shouts in the howling wind, "Where to next?"
I looked at the coastline on the horizon:
"Pizza! To teach some guy in the Leaning Tower the principles of gravity!"
The system suddenly displays a new message:
"Galileo's great-grandfather was detected in a fight, did you accept the prisoners in advance?"
Da Vinci suddenly yanked the joystick, and the glider drew a figure eight in the air:
"Teacher, be careful! ... at twelve o 'clock."
"There are mad mathematicians!"
My hand around his back was shaking. In the ground square, three old men with astrologers were throwing compasses into the sky, followed by a baker with a kitchen knife.
"That's Galileo's great-grandfather Giovanni!"
The system pops up the family map, "Beaten up by academics for questioning Ptolemy's theory - host intervention now will change Galileo's birth probability by 72%"
The glider was thrown over by the sudden draught, and we crashed like a top into the bell tower. Da Vinci pedals wildly:
"Where's the backup power? ! I installed a clockwork!"
"You installed a noodle dryer!"
I shouted, pointing to the steaming copper pipe. The system suddenly went into emergency injection mode - using the fluorescent paint I had left in my pocket as fuel.
We crash-landed in the bakery's backyard in a rainbow tail flame, and the overturned honey pot attracted a swarm of bees.
When the man in black jumped from the roof, he happened to land at the highest concentration of bees.
"Get in there!
The baker dragged us down into the cellar, the man in black screaming overhead:
"My mechanical eye prosthesis! The bees are taking the screws off!"
Giovanni Galilei huddled in the corner with his broken astrologer, his face bruised and swollen, but he continued to mutter:
"The earth goes round the sun..."
"Congratulations to the host for triggering the hidden quest!"
Hamster system suddenly wears a scholar wig, "Proves Sunheart with kitchen props, rewards Star Guide skills"
I scanned the cellar: moldy bread, bubbling yeast barrels, salami hanging from the ceiling.
Da Vinci has removed the iron door of the bread oven as a blackboard:
"Stars can be simulated with fermented dough..."
The rhyming curse strikes at this moment:
"Don't worry about the heliocentric theory, the sausage chandelier shows God!" My hands uncontrollably grabbed the dachshunds and glued them into a model of the solar system with honey.
Giovanni's swollen eyes glowed:
"The size ratio of earthy bologna rings! That's exactly what I calculated!" He suddenly ripped off the sausage representing the earth. "But how do you explain the tilt of the Earth's axis?"
"Because a star hamster is pushing!"
The system can't help but interject. I slide the sausage earth into the yeast barrel, and the fermentation bubbles propel it around the sourdough orbit.
The wooden door of the cellar burst open and the assailants rushed in with torches.
I grabbed the baguette and pointed to the dachshund solar system:
"Witness the truth!"
The yeast barrel suddenly explodes, unleashing a galactic mist of overleavened dough that reveals a nebulae pattern in the torches.
The killers are all frozen. Suddenly the baker fell to his knees and shouted:
"The Oracle! It's a revelation from Heaven's kitchen!"
"Mission completion 120%!"
The system plays the "Ode to Joy" toned version, "get [yeast nebula] permanent effects, and micro-cosmic projections appear every time you cook"
We were exiting the tunnel when the man in black smashed through the back window with his swollen pig's head.
Da Vinci poured a bucket of olive oil at the feet of the pursuers:
"This is the ancient Greek Olympic recipe for anti-pursuit!"
On the way, Giovanni suddenly grabbed me:
"How do you know the tilt of Saturn's rings?" His tattered robe showed the chain of his watch, the cover of which was engraved with the familiar pattern of skittles.
The system suddenly alerts:
"Socratic remains detected! Candy wrappers from the Acropolis travel through time and space, bound by master and apprentice!"
I reached for the Eye of Truth, and the lens showed that Giovanni's ancestors had traded in Athens.
On the golden thread at the bottom of history, Socrates' sugar-dispensing wildcat winks at me.
"Host Unlocks the Master and Apprentice Lineage!"
The hamster munching on the sausage explained, "Each apprentice will naturally attract talents in related fields, forming a cross-time and space academic network."
The angry roar of the man in black came from three blocks away. I looked at the skyline as it began to whiten, and a new task prompt popped up:
"Please teach Da Vinci before dawn to make sunscreen
Historical records: Because of the long-term painting in the open air, he will suffer from severe photosensitization - unless you change your fate with modern knowledge."
Da Vinci suddenly pulled a tin can out of his trouser pocket:
"You mean this tingling white lead paint? I'm trying to improve..."
"Stop! It's poison!"
I grabbed the can and threw it at the pursuers, hitting some unlucky guy in the knee." Listen, we need eggs, almond oil, and zinc oxide...."
"The host!"
"Skittles from 399 BC just appeared in Giovanni's family tree!" the system screamed.
As the morning light pierced the clouds, we ducked into the dye house's indigo pool.
The man in black is stuck in a drain with mechanical prosthetic eyes dyed blue, and Da Vinci trades the sunscreen formula for the right to hide. And the long river of history has created new ripples
Five hundred years later, Galileo's telescope would see a slightly invisible Greek inscription carved into the rings of Saturn:
"To Sensei Victor, Giovanni from the sausage Universe."