Chapter 29: I'm very optimistic about you

Seeing a dead person appear in front of him, Ding Mu was really scared!
His face was shocked, and a scream almost came out.
Then he discovered that this person was not Kunto, or should be another Kunto.
Although they have similar looks, there is not much difference in the first step, but if you look closely, you will still find different places.
This man's chin is slightly narrower, and his nose is slightly higher, giving a more distinct impression, not the mediocrity of Kunto who can hardly think of his appearance when he looks back, more importantly, he seems to be slightly taller than Kunto , Looks more robust.
"You scared me," the exclamation in Ding Mu's mouth turned into a little blame. Although I don't know what this person has to do with Kunto, since he is not Kunto, he should not worry too much. "Who are you?" "
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," the other person bowed slightly apologetically, wearing a gray robe similar to Kunto's inconspicuous body, which is why Ding Mu began to think of him as Kunto. "I am Krian, a businessman in Palermo, is willing to serve you. "
"Alexander," Ding Mu also paid a little tribute. At this time, he had already confirmed that this person was not Kun Tuo. This person's voice had a deep hoarse, as if he was tied with a rope to his throat. This is Kun. Trust is completely different. "I am the priest's private library treasurer."
The man whose name is Kli'an has a slightly raised corner, as if Ding Mu's words are very funny: "I know, you are famous."
Ding Mu was surprised. He certainly knew that he was not a famous person. The person in front of him would say so, naturally because he did know himself.
"I've heard about your rescue of the palace minister on Easter Eve," Clian explained. "That really takes a lot of courage. I think Lord Priest also makes you work for him because of this."
"That's just a moment of luck. If I let this happen to me now, maybe I will be less impulsive." Ding Mu inadvertently looked at the man's hand outside his sleeve.
This should be a hand for two years of hard work. The front of the finger is slightly thick. It should be a regular job, but it may also be because of the sword held all year round.
"I'm going to the priest prince," Krian looked at the sun above his head. "I have to provide enough food and wine for the bishop meeting. Many priests are very particular about this. "
"Then wish you all the best, and wish the bishops a good appetite." Ding Muying said, watching Ke Lian turn away, his face slowly sinking.
Seemed to be unspoken. Ding Mu was absolutely sure that he was the one who tried to assassinate Gomez on Easter Eve. As for him and Kunto, they looked like brothers.
It's just what this person is doing in front of himself?
Seeing the person who disrupted his actions in person, or is it just provocation?
Will he know that he has discovered that he is the assassin?
Ding Mu feels that his situation is getting worse and worse. Think carefully about everyone who had nothing to do with him. It seems that he has become entangled with him overnight, especially Gomez, how he wants to deal with it Alfonso?
Anyone who knows that an intimate person wants to assassinate himself is intolerable and forgivable. Moreover, Gomez probably did not have the character of tolerance.
Ding Mu believes that he must be avenging Alfonso, but he will not know what to do.
Assassination or the same as dealing with the predecessor Bishop Malecho? Ding Mu shook his head slightly, at least he didn't think these two methods were appropriate.
Even if the consecutive assassinations succeeded, it would be a very bad thing for Gomez personally, at least the reputation of Mr. Miyazaki would become very bad.
But if you openly arrest Alfonso, things may be even worse. Not to mention that Miyazaki needs to find a reason to block everyone's mouth. What's more important is that Alfonso is definitely more difficult to deal with than his predecessor Malecho. Just by seeing people like Kunto and Krian on his side, this priest is by no means a soft persimmon.
It ’s also important to choose the timing, although Fischer revealed that Alfonso had the intention to move the Bishop ’s Palace to Palermo, but it seems that before the meeting of the bishops ’meeting, it is confirmed that Alfonso is elected to Paler Before Bishop Mo, this was impossible.
So Alfonso will always stay in Monreale, and the army here is obviously an Alfonso confidant, otherwise Alfonso will not be placed under house arrest in Monreale, not far from the church. in.
Not long ago, the church guard of Maleccio was stationed in this castle, but now it has been replaced by Alfonso.
That is to say, nothing will happen before the bishops ’meeting. Ding Mu deliberately thought that these things had nothing to do with him, but now he has to seriously consider it. He must know the period from now until the bishops convene. What should I do.
Ding Mu walked back to the library with a lot of thoughts, and heard a burst of exclaimed sound inside before entering the door: "This is a miracle created by God. If I can buy it, I am willing to pay three, no, two gold. Flynn. "
The sound sounded a little bit, and after looking for it, Ding Mu soon saw a well-rounded future master of art in front of the shelf inside.
"My friend is really hard to find you," Michelangelo waved his hands far, and then stared at the bookshelf, immersed himself in the intoxication of classical art. "You think the priest will cut me off and give me these books. Some? "Suddenly he turned and asked.
"I don't know about this, but I want to ask how you came in. This is a private library," Ding Mu asked angrily, even the future master, but this kind of near-empty door behavior made him a little disgusted. "And I am the treasurer here."
"Oh, I'm so sorry about this," Michelangelo seemed to think of it, but he didn't have the slightest apology. "The priest asked me to remodel the sculpture on Emmanuel Avenue, not just to change it. Some bits and pieces, the priest demanded a completely new look, a new look! Can you think of it? "
Michelangelo, who was still amused at first, suddenly became angry. He began to walk around in the narrow aisle, quickly complaining about the priest's requests, and some of them were mixed in from time to time. He didn't understand Florentine slang at all, but in the end he understood the reason why the young stonemason was angry and didn't give him any money.
"In May, according to the agreement, I will be able to complete all the work in May, but now," Michelangelo waved his thick arms. "I have to start a lot of things, even the two most important Norman kings. The statues must be modified, and I must repair the murals in the palace that was destroyed before, but the stingy guys under the priest actually only paid me the cost of materials. Know that this money is very important to me. I will use this money to complete my studies and further education. "
Michelangelo couldn't help but swing his arms indignantly, and a pair of hands that had been dealing with hammer hammers all day long shook in front of Ding Mu's eyes like a stone with wings.
Ding Mu looked at this man speechlessly. Although he had long heard of this master who was regarded as a master of the Renaissance in the later generations, he actually has a habit of competing for baht. But he saw that this person was angry and even big for rewards. Shouting, this picture really made him feel unimaginable.
"I am a person who is willing to be kind to others," Michelangelo shook his thick fingers to Ding Mu, and the cocoon on it was almost poking at the tip of Ding Mu's nose. "But if anyone thinks that I will work for them in vain, it's wrong, I will defend every Flynn I deserve, even every Nepali, because it is not just a question of money, but also proves whether my work and works are worth this. This is what I am most concerned about. "
Ding Mu nodded silently. He couldn't help but admit that he can say that his hobby of money is so noble. He is indeed destined to become a master. However, if such a declaration is "Lao Mi" from decades later, it may be praised by the world. Obviously, for today's "Xiaomi", the result of such hesitation is likely to irritate the owner, and in the end, it is not worth the loss.
However, Ding Mu now has no time to accompany this literary young man. He is about to send away "Xiaomi", but he did not expect that "Xiaomi" first exclaimed, and then walked to the bookcase in a few steps, looking excited Can't help sighing.
"God, what do I see," the stonemason who had no future master style patted the bookcase hard and shook down the dust on the wooden shelf for many years. "This is a set of manuscripts about the history of Palermo architecture. It is really incredible. You have to know that these manuscripts may be nothing in other cities, but it ’s too difficult to find in Palermo,
he said, turning his head to Ding Mu casually.
Of course you know too many people have ruled this place in the past, Norman. People, Saracens, and of course you Greeks, all of them are covered and dug here, so it is too difficult to figure out what this city is like, this is also the place that annoys me the most, If you want to restore those damaged places, you must have all the drawings of the buildings, but no one gave me these things. "
Said that Michelangelo first waved his fist indignantly, and then showed a pleasing smile.
"My friend, will you not watch me encounter this kind of suffering and just sit back and watch?"
"We don't seem to be friends yet."
"It doesn't matter, it will be soon, and as far as I know, Bohemians are very generous and enthusiastic."
"I am not a Bohemian."
"It's nothing, and God didn't make anyone too perfect. Besides, isn't your wife a Bohemian, this is fine."
"I am a Greek myself."
"That's great, I like the Greeks, and don't forget that I can inscribe you on the stone, so you can be immortal, think about it, even the king can't be immortal for everyone."
"Okay, just talk about what you want to do." Ding Mu finally admitted that he was defeated. He never expected that this stonemason, who seemed to be no more than a quiet killing pig, was not as good as his face. How thin is Spencer.
"Lend me that set of manuscripts, and I promise to send them back intact," Michelangelo struggled to squeeze out a smile. Although it was somewhat difficult for him, he tried to be as pleased as possible. With these manuscripts, I can finish the work quickly, otherwise it will take a long time to delay. I know I have planned to go to Rome, and in Sicily I have had enough. "
Ding Mu waved a little helplessly and agreed, although the manuscript was indeed precious, but he believed that Michelangelo would not swallow without words and trustlessly, because except for what he said was a pattern of urban architectural history, these things were at least There is no other value in this era.
Besides being able to see the virtue of the future master just now, Ding Mu thought it was worth it.
Michelangelo is undoubtedly a very impatient person. Ding Mu's hand has not been completely dropped. He hastily started to collect manuscripts from the bookshelf. It seems that he is afraid of Ding Mu's repentance.
But soon his slightly bald eyebrows wrinkled, and after flipping a few more times to confirm, Michelangelo was disappointed to hold those manuscripts in his arms.
"It's not complete yet," Michelangelo shook his head helplessly. "It's not complete enough, some of them are gone. Although these are already very helpful, it would be better if they were complete drawings."
"Oh, what part is missing?" Ding Muxian then asked, and then he suddenly moved his heart and turned over the manuscripts. Slowly he looked up at Michelangelo "Tell me which part of the manuscript is missing?"
Michelangelo was somewhat inexplicably watched by Ding Mu, but still answered: "The part about the construction of the Norman-era city, from Palermo Cathedral to ..."
"Is that section of Maralo Market Avenue?" Ding Mu interrupted Michelangelo.
"Yeah, that should have been built by the Normans at that time," Michelangelo recalled and said, "But the Greeks have a good memory. Have you read these books before?"
"I have seen more than you think."
Ding Mu's absent-minded answer, he had already thought about what the book that Fischer had taken before, and even vaguely guessed why he had to borrow that book.
Everything is really destiny, Ding Mu lamented.
Tilted his head to look at Michelangelo who was still chattering next to him, and Ding Mu suddenly poured half of the gold Eguse from the leather bag on the shelf and gave it to him.
"Do you want to travel for further study, then take it," Ding Mu generously resembled a local tyrant, looking at "Xiaomi" stunned, Ding Mu smiled slightly "This is what you deserve, don't ask me why But rest assured that it is legitimate money. With this money, you can go to Rome, Venice and even Bologna, and study great art. I believe you will do something. I am very optimistic about you. "