I traveled through time, but I don't care much about how I died in my previous life; I'm a little curious about where my lost memories went, but I'm not that curious – after all, I don't need the memories from my previous life to live this life, and my common sense is still there: for example, I know that Florence, where I am now, in the fifteenth century, is called the "Renaissance Period" using the knowledge from my previous life.
In fact, when you truly enter an era that will become a legend for later generations, you will find: In fact, it is just like that, as long as the pendulum is happy wherever it goes.
I originally planned to just fish around and admire the Renaissance architecture. If I had the opportunity to visit Leonardo da Vinci's studio, it would be a dream come true.
That was my original plan until one day a group of masked men suddenly broke into my house and said they wanted to kill me.
Just kill, it's just that it looks very painful to hit someone with such a rough and non-reflective sword, and the wound will become infected and inflamed if it doesn't die for a long time.
I decided to resist.
Food guide:
Assassin's Creed game fan, even if you haven't played it, you should be able to understand it, because the author didn't play it clearly either
Text third person
Purpose: Saving yourself is saving the world
Escape from the Abyss