The height of Giotto's Campanile is a little shorter than the dome of Santa Maria del Fiore, but in many cases, it is the one that is regarded as the "highest point overlooking Florence".

The bell tower covered with snow-white marble looks elegant and noble at night. The Gothic stained glass spiers and complex patterns on the columns converge on it, making it a very special building in this city.

Gothic architecture is rarely seen in Florence, which is why this tall and beautiful bell tower gives everyone such a special feeling.

"The first floor is lined with squares painted with various patterns, the second floor is a small window pane with sculptures, and the third and fourth floors have beautiful flower windows..."

Anthony raised his head and counted carefully under the bell tower with the help of the street lights that were gradually turning on. When he reached the fifth floor, he paused slightly: because the fifth floor was already difficult to see clearly in the night.

"The fifth floor is a relatively large flower window."

Cervantes had a worried look on his face: "This bell tower looks a bit high..."

Of course he himself didn't care - but there was a child who was going to climb the clock tower together, and his own princess who looked very slender and frail.

Kitahara Kaede, who still didn't know that he had been regarded as "slender and weak" in others' minds, also took a look and remembered the information about Giotto's Campanile: "It is indeed a bit high, with more than 400 steps and no elevator... Anthony,

Do you want to go up?"

The little prince was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously hugged his rose tightly, as if he had drawn some strength and courage from this little flower.

"Well, I want to see this city."

The child raised his head, took the adult's hand, and said.

He wanted to see what this city, which had the same feeling as Beiyuan, looked like, and also wanted to see the whole city of flowers, which was named the "Goddess of Flowers".

Is this city also a flower? Will it be as beautiful as its own rose?

So, with some expectation for the completeness/scenery of this city, several people set foot on this white clock tower together.

With a height of more than eighty meters and a size of more than thirteen meters square, it looks like the long and slender neck of a white swan, reminding people of the ballet called "Swan Lake" for no reason.

It seems that as long as you sit here dignifiedly, it can grow a story that happened in the pure and elegant classical era.

Perhaps because they were stuck in the last few minutes to enter the bell tower, there were not as many people climbing up here as expected, and they didn't even see many people on the way down.

But this journey did not become easier. This elegant and slender bell tower in a sense also illustrates the narrowness of the aisles inside it and the difficulty in air circulation.

Just like the corset on the wide birdcage-style skirt of a medieval girl, it looks extremely elegant and cannot be grasped, but in fact it brings suffocating pain to women.

“I feel like summer is not a good time to come to this kind of place.”

Kitahara and Kaede tapped their fingers lightly on the dusty masonry interior wall, and seemed to show a helpless smile: "Even if they don't die from the heat, they will probably be suffocated in the corridor."

He turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone and used the light to temporarily illuminate the steps in front of him. He walked slowly and hurriedly along the aisle that was so narrow that only one person could pass through. He had the illusion that he was exploring an ancient castle.

"Well..." Anthony, who was walking at the front, exhaled a little tiredly and replied reluctantly.

It is still too difficult for a child to climb so many steps, especially when the other person is holding a rose pot tightly in his arms.

Cervantes, who was walking at the back, had nothing wrong with him. He just looked afraid that one of the two people in front of him would not stand firm and fall down the steps that looked too old.

"Do you need my help?" Beihara and Feng looked at Anthony who looked very tired and asked in a low voice, receiving a firm shake of his head.

"No, I want to take Miss Rose up there myself."

Anthony supported the wall with one hand, took a deep breath with great effort, and said this. Those clean and bright black eyes seemed to be shining brightly in the dim corridor.

The little prince has always been a person who is unexpectedly stubborn in some aspects, just like he always cares too much about every word of others, which leads to unexpected distress.

At this time, he also stubbornly wanted to take his flowers to the top of the tower.

Rose didn't speak, she just remained silent, as if she had nothing to say in such a dark and dark place.

Beihara and Feng sighed, reached out and patted the child in front of them on the shoulder, and gave each other a hug: "Come on."

Anthony raised his head, reached out and hugged Beiyuan and Feng's neck, his eyes curved, and he showed a bright smile: "Yes! I can definitely do it!"

Then they continued on their way.

The height of eighty-four meters, in more practical terms, is roughly equivalent to allowing you to climb a twenty-eight-story building:

Some students who think that going to the classroom on the fifth floor to take a class can be life-threatening can probably feel how difficult it is.

After reaching the platform of the fourth floor, even though there were only about a hundred steps left to reach the top floor, several people had to rest here for a while.

"It's so high here!"

Anthony took a few breaths first, then stood by the gorgeous flower window of the bell tower, holding his own rose in his arms, and said with a bit of pride: "Isn't it super beautiful?"

Rose gave a dull "hmm" and shrank into the little prince's arms, as if she suddenly lost interest in the buildings here.

She obviously liked the architecture of this city before.

This made Anthony feel a little confused all of a sudden, and he was hurriedly trying to comfort himself, the flower that suddenly became unusually silent, in an attempt to make the other person happier.

"Hey, Rose, look - that's the Cathedral of Our Lady of Flowers. Isn't it very beautiful? Of course, it's not as beautiful as you."

"And here! It's the old town of Florence. I remember you liked it very much and looked at it several times. Doesn't this orange-gold roof look like Kitahara's eyes?"

"He is also a knight."

Cervantes looked at Anthony's figure trying to get to the upper level and said softly to Kitahara and Kaede.

"Yes, he is Princess Rose's most amazing knight."

The traveler slightly narrowed his orange-gold eyes, outlined a gentle and indulgent arc at the corner of his mouth, and answered.

This may be why the unlucky person who was caught by Cervantes and appointed as the "princess" was himself, not the rose.

Because the rose already has her own knight, and Anthony will always be by her side as a protector.

Kitahara and Kaede held their chins, their eyes falling on the scenery outside the flower window on the fourth floor.

Under the dark sky, Florence is lit up by warm yellow street lamps. There are no neon lights or colorful billboards in this city, but only street lamps that light up the world in ink.

Countless warm yellow lights were lit, scattered in an orderly manner throughout the city, illuminating a small corner of this ancient city together, illuminating the orange-red roofs into a beautiful orange-gold color, as if they were also in the night

Glow.

This light spread to very far away until it was buried by the dense forest surrounding the city.

"I will also work hard to become the best knight."

Cervantes muttered quietly by the window, and there seemed to be a little regret in his tone, causing Beihara and Feng to turn their heads and give him a strange look.

——What are you regretting? Are you regretting that you didn’t hug me up all the way like the little prince hugging the rose?

The corners of Beihara and Feng's mouth couldn't help but twitch:

Your knight industry should not always move in this weird direction!

"Even if I say something stupid like I want to pick off the moon later, do you really have to try to see if you can pick it off?"

The traveler raised his fingers and tapped a few times helplessly on the edge of the window, which was engraved with a gorgeous introduction: "It's really not necessary - if you always stay by my side in a 'submissive' attitude, I will do the same."

I feel sorry for you."

Just like the rose that has become silent at this time.

Although this duplicitous flower always has a bossy tone and tone, in fact, he can't value Anthony, who has always been with him.

She actually just wanted to be friends with the other person, but her sensitivity and suspicion as a flower made her constantly use arrogance and acrimony as cautious tests.

But if the other party really fully accepts her making things difficult and completely puts herself in a lower position, she will become unhappy herself.

The knight tilted his head in confusion. He looked at the traveler who stood facing the moonlight and turned his head towards him. The moonlight was reflected in his brown eyes.

"But I think you deserve such treatment." He said after being silent for a while, "I don't even care if you are the princess I want to protect."

"Even if my Dulcinea is another person, I am still willing to protect you like this."

Mr. Knight seemed to have made up his mind and said this.

Perhaps because he felt that these words were too offensive, his eyes averted slightly, and he did not even dare to look at the other party's orange-gold eyes.

——After all, as a knight, he should not doubt the identity of his princess.

Kitahara and Kaede were stunned for a moment.

Even he didn't expect that this person who was quite stubborn about the identity of "princess", and could even be said to be paranoid, would actually say something like "even if you are not my princess."

"I think I have understood what the knight has to do."

Cervantes said softly: "What we do is not only to defend justice and fight against darkness, but also to protect the goodness and beauty that are too soft and easily injured."

The knight can launch the most fearless charge against injustice and bravely raise his spear towards the darkness, but he is willing to bow in front of goodness and beauty.

So no matter what, as a knight I will work hard to protect you.

——I am willing to be the sharpest and strongest thorn beside the flower, protecting the flower from growing freely under the sun, rain and dew. As for the reward...

Such a beautiful existence, as well as the fragrance that can fill the entire courtyard, are already the most worthy things to protect.

"..." Beihara and Feng were silent for a while, then turned their heads.

He heard the sound of music brought by the evening breeze, like the elegant and ethereal sound of a small harp, or a mighty long wind blowing from the depths of history, which seemed to take away all worries.

"I always feel that after coming to Florence, you suddenly opened up a lot."

The traveler looked at the Cathedral of Our Lady of Flowers not far away, then turned around and continued walking to the fifth floor above, while muttering in a low voice: "Is this a characteristic of this city?"

Cervantes didn't understand this sentence, which was specially spoken in Chinese. He just followed it a little confused, and he was a little unsure whether the other person was happy after hearing this sentence.
To be continued...