Chapter 2: My name is Gumbre

Ding Mu admitted that when he woke up, what he saw at first sight really scared him!
Underneath is a hard and fishy smelly ship board, and above the head are three Europeans who look and feel like a mix of classic brutalism and post-modern killing Matt, regardless of their appearance or dress.
Was really startling, when he tried to speak, he suddenly felt that it was not his own voice at all, and no matter how he tried to correct the strange and strange tone, it seemed futile.
And from the confused expressions of the three "post-modern killing Matt", Ding Mu certainly didn't know what he said, and the three of them certainly did not understand.
Tried again to make his vocal sound correct, and Ding Mu suddenly found something strange, that he seemed to be able to vaguely understand the confusing arguments between these three "post-modern killing Matt".
"Daddy, is he really a Greek? I have never heard this language, or is he a pagan at all?" A man asked in a low voice, with a barbed thorn in his hand, that It was used to deal with the big fish in the sea, but now he does not care about the strange boy coming so many times.
Man's words made Giannini feel that his authority was provoked, which made him feel very serious, even more serious than whether this quirky kid was a pagan.
This is not possible. Jonini whispered in his heart, he must not let these old buns think that the well-informed old Jonini is a fool, even with this idea!
"He's a Greek!" Giorini said loudly, it was more like anger, and then he pushed away the guy and shouted at Ding Mu. "I said boy, where did you come from, tell me quickly, otherwise I Throw you back into the sea again. "
Ding Mu looked at the fierce look of Jonini. He couldn't remember what happened after falling into the water. Did he let the famous Sicilian mafia give him a ticket?
He wanted to speak again, but it was still the kind of sound he could not hear.
"Hey, Greek boy, don't you understand what I'm talking about, don't lie to me with words that no one can understand, I know you can understand what I'm talking about!" Giorini got angry and wanted to reach out and pat Ding Mu's face was blocked by Ding Mu's instinct.
Then he saw that this young man suddenly looked as if he had been banned, and his eyes were fixed on his hands, as if he had seen a ghost!
"What's the matter?" Ding Mu looked at the strange hands in front of him in disbelief. He could swear that it was definitely not his own. At the same time, he suddenly realized that what he said out of panic was something he had never said before. language.
And Jonini clearly understood the strange boy's words this time. As he guessed, although the tone was still strange, he did speak Greek.
Until the moment Ding Mu reached out and touched his cheek, he still held a fantasy, thinking that everything was just an illusion caused by falling into the water.
But soon, he understood that everything in front of him was a real reality.
Stroking the obviously sunken eye sockets and the tall nose bridge, Ding Mu was definitely not his face. When his fingers touched a strand of red hair that fell from his head to his forehead, he was finally completely sure that it was definitely not his body.
Ding Mu raised his head in despair and looked at the three "post-modern killing Matt" who were still talking about him, opened his mouth, but said nothing, and then his head was crooked, "Goodong", fell down On the deck.
Looking at Ding Mu who suddenly fainted, the three of Jonini could not help but looked at each other, but Jonini ordered the two men to move Ding Mu to the corner and covered him with a broken blanket.
"It's unlucky, is this the response I made to God before I went to sea?" Giannini grumbled angrily.
After such a tossing, Giannini felt that this "harvest" was really a big irony when the storm just passed the net and the plan fell through. Looking at the young people who had shrunk in a corner and curled up in the corner.
"Come off the net, you two lazy bones, our tithe is not enough!" Giannini turned back and yelled at the two guys with outrage.
He did not notice that under the dirty blanket with a fishy smell, a pair of black eyes were quietly opening, and they watched them cautiously.
Kalibo is an inconspicuous coastal town in southeastern Sicily. Most people in the city make a living by fishing. A pier facing the Gulf of Suledi maintains the livelihood of most people in Kalibo.
As for the others, it's time to grow grapes for the monastery on the mountain.
The port of Kalibo is not very large. Compared with the ports of other cities along the coast, it is at most medium.
However, because there is a famous local aquatic product called Tutu shrimp, and the wine from Kalibo monastery, Kalibo is somewhat famous.
Tutu shrimp is a specialty of Kalibo. Every winter, a large group of Tutu shrimp will migrate to the south with the ocean currents and through the waters of Kalibo. This is the most pleasant time for the Kalibo people.
People will drive a variety of large and small ships to the sea, no matter whether they are lucky or not, there will be some gains.
The advantage of returning from full load is that Kalibo Monastery will buy those Tutu shrimp. Although the price is poor, it is a good income for many people this season, especially the monastery specifically allows Tutu shrimp to deduct the tithe of other items. , Which made the Kalibo people regard Tutu shrimp as a gift from God.
This is also the case this year. When the fishing boats near the pier, many people saw a figure standing on the wooden bridge of the pier, which was the deacon responsible for collecting tithe in the monastery.
For the Kalibo people, this deacon in a brown burly robe with his bare head dangling, his majesty was not inferior to the bishop in Palermo.
Deacon Modillo shrank his neck into the collar of the linen robe as much as possible. Although he was still young, his body was bad. Especially recently, he couldn't sleep and always had nightmares, which made Deacon's temper more Come more and more irritable.
The weather is too cold. If it were not for the purpose of collecting tithe, he would never run from the warm hut to the beach.
Is another fishing boat that looks full and swaying into the dock, looking at the deep water line, Modillo's fat face finally smiled.
Collecting tithe is a very oily job. In order to catch the fat difference, Modillo made a big investment.
But it's worth it. The deacon believes that as long as he collects a quarter's tax, he will be able to earn back the profit.
Jonini's feet just stepped on the dock board, and he saw Modillo looking at him. If he was not followed by two church tax collectors, the chubby face of the deacon still looked very kind.
"God bless you, it's so good to see you, deacon lord," Giannini walked over to kiss the wooden cross in Modillo's hand, and said carefully after bowing, "Deacon lord, there is something I don't know if it should be Let me tell you, you know we will go to the village chief if we are in trouble, and we have to go to church if we want to pray, but this thing makes me wonder who to look for, so I would like to ask you for an idea. "
"God bless each of us, if you are confused, just tell me," Modillo looked at the old man strangely. In fact, he didn't like Jonini. He always thought that this guy was restless and a little annoying.
Joannini carefully told the deacon about the incident he encountered at sea. He didn't know what the deacon would do, but the child's strange appearance made him uneasy.
"You are right to say this," the deacon nodded, praising Jonini. "You are a godly person, Jonini. God will bless you. As for the child, I will see it with my own eyes, and then decide what to do." What should he do. "
Praised by the deacon, Jonini couldn't help twisting the beard corner of his lips with his fingers, but remembering the child's weirdness, he couldn't help worrying.
Don't bring it back to yourself.
Jonini has been outside for too long, and has more knowledge. He knows more about the outside world than the people in the town, and he knows some tricks such as Modillo's priest.
So he wanted to throw that trouble to the church immediately.
Let the deacons decide the fate of the kid, Jonini thought so.
When Modillo saw the "strange boy", Ding Mu was wrapping a blanket around the corner of the ship, holding a wooden bowl in his hand and stuffing a spoonful of hot soup into his mouth.
Modillo noticed that when he saw himself, neither the joy nor the panic appeared in the eyes of this Greek teenager, but disappointment, or that he saw disappointment in everything around him.
Ding Mu was really disappointed, by this time he had fully understood what happened to him.
Weird clothes, worn fishing boats, people who speak distinctly different languages, and backward dock towns, the most important thing is their completely strange body.
All this can only explain one thing-his soul is attached to a strange body through time and space!
Figured this out, Ding Mu's first reaction was to return to his body.
But he was completely disappointed in the end, he could clearly feel that this body had merged with his soul.
He can feel hunger, cold, pain and even the need for excretion.
This temporarily made him want to take the risk of dying again and change back to his original body.
As soon as he thought that the unknown boy might have exchanged his body with him, he would spend his money, live in his house, and sleep with his girlfriend. Ding Mu secretly hoped that the boy would have died completely.
But now there are more serious problems in front of him.
"What kind of child are you?" Although it seems that the young man is about the same age as him, Molodi still asks old-fashioned, "If you can understand, tell me you are a Christian?"
What is my name? Ding Mu, who almost spoke his name, stopped his words almost in time.
Do n’t say that the person in front of the dock looks like you ca n’t understand it. You can guess from the words and manners of these people. After listening to your pagan name, what ’s waiting for him will definitely be nothing. Good thing.
Fire, gallows, iron virgin
It's just that he always has to answer unless he doesn't understand the other party.
Correct! I can pretend not to understand!
Ding Mu's mind wandered around, and he was about to try to fool around by pretending not to understand the other party.
It seemed that God had deliberately embarrassed him. At this time, an excitement that clearly should be strange, but it sounded inexplicably "familiar" suddenly came from the shore: "Is that child from the East?"
Several people on board looked at the shore at the same time and saw a dark skinned man with curly brown hair and messy beard that almost covered his entire face.
The man was not tall, but his shoulders were wide, and the two arms exposed outside the waist were swollen and fleshy, and the whole person looked unusually strong.
"How do you know him, brother Gila?" Giorini asked the man on the shore aloud "Yes, you may be able to make sense with him, to know that we don't know what we are talking about."
The man called Gila jumped off the ship in a few steps. He first saluted the deacon slightly, and then looked at Ding Mu seriously.
This makes Ding Mu nervous. He believes that no one will know him here, nor will he know that there is a soul in this body that does not belong to this world, but he does not know why he just spoke to this person. There is a familiar illusion.
It was only when the man spoke again that Ding Mu suddenly understood why he felt that inexplicable familiar feeling.
Although the tone has changed somewhat, Ding Mu can be sure that the language that this person speaks has a strange pronunciation, he can not only fully understand it, even his own accent at this time is also the same as this person.
That is to say, he actually met a "comrade" here!
"You came from the other side of the Mediterranean Sea, where is Padmus or somewhere else," although the man tried to calm his voice as much as possible, he was obviously incoherent because of the excitement "I came from Padmos Yes, how about you? "
"No, it's not Padmos," Ding Mu knew that he couldn't continue to be stupid anymore. Although he didn't know how this person thought he came from the East, he could never meet a fellow. He could n’t let this opportunity pass, but he still decided to be more careful. Although he did n’t know how long this person left the place called Padmus, he decided to find another origin for himself, and then he quickly thought about it Where to say, in the end he decided to gamble on "I am, from Crete."
"My God, is Crete already occupied by pagans?" The man's face was incredibly surprised, and his words surprised everyone next to him, which was originally just quietly listening. Suddenly, the deacon's pale complexion shook, and a few people on the shore who had watched the excitement began to scream out loudly: "No, Crete has fallen, and the pagans will come over!"
The person who heard the shout followed and shouted, and the whole terminal was in chaos for a time!
Ding Mu stared dumbfoundedly at the people who had exploded around the camp, before he could explain, the bells had already sounded on the pier, and the fear of spreading rapidly as the waves of "Pagans attacked!" The plague spread from the pier to the city of Kalibo.
Facing this sudden chaos, Deacon Modillo, who had forgotten to inquire about Ding Mulai's history, also screamed and ran out of the city. He was going to report the pagan invasion to the monastery, and Jonini had already greeted him. To make people immediately summon men in the city, ready to "make the final resistance."
Although "bringing news that the pagans are about to attack", no one has time to ignore Ding Mu who was thrown aside, and no one can listen to his explanation.
So, Ding Mu was left alone on the dock alone, until the "comrade" remembered and returned to the dock to find him.
"My name is Gila, what's your name?" The man was still agitated and panicked, but he didn't forget to greet Ding Mu and ran to the city. At the same time, this middle-aged man named Gila could n’t help but look at the peculiar style of clothes on Ding Mu ’s body.
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Gira's unintentional words made Ding Mu's heart suddenly move. He tried to make his expression appear more natural, but his mind was excited because of the key news revealed by this man.
Although it is unclear exactly what era it is, but from the people they met and the layout of the city, as well as Jira ’s words, Ding Mu already has enough information!
Deacon collecting tithes, panic about pagan invasion, and the misunderstanding caused by the no longer existing Rome and the reference to Crete, all of which have made Ding Mu have roughly determined his era.
In this era, the Byzantines, who have inherited for thousands of years, should have just fallen. The Ottoman ambitions that had begun to show their splendor, and Europa, which has experienced a long dark age, are about to show their charm in the dawn of their own.
Thinking of these, Ding Mu was agitated. He never expected that he would see such a world, let alone be a part of this world.
"Forgot to ask you, what's your name?" After walking a long way, Gila suddenly remembered this question that was asked at the beginning.
"Me?" Ding Mu was stunned for a moment. When he didn't know how to answer, he suddenly saw a few obscure letters in the corner of his robe, and then his mind moved.
"Alexander," Ding Mu said slowly, "My name is Alexander Juliant Gumbre."
Alexander is the name embroidered on the hem of the robe. Although I do n’t know if it ’s the body itself, it can be used as an obscurity. As for the last name, it comes from a book he has read ...