Vol 3 Chapter 99: The waves of Kalibo

A dull thunder came from the sky, and there was such a big thunder on such a winter day, which caused many people to lift their heads and looked at them with puzzled eyes.
The dark clouds seemed to be gestating a huge storm and thunderstorm behind every large lead cloud. Just waiting for thunder and lightning to cut through the clouds, there will be downpours heading down.
An old man had some difficulty walking on the slightly steep reef wall. Although the wind from the sea may blow him even down the reef cliff at any time, he still stubbornly staggered until he came to a In front of a very steep cliff.
The huge waves under the cliff can't stop beating the dark reefs, and the raised waves hit the hard stones and instantly broke into countless white bubbles to cover the entire reef surface. The sea water has corroded the hollow holes for thousands of years, and then surged back into the sea.
The old man was wearing a thick monk's robe, standing on the cliff looked like a bat that kept stirring wings. When he stood carefully on the edge of the cliff and looked down, the hood on his head was blown. It fell, revealing an old head like a shriveled orange that had been lacking water for years.
"That's it, poor Modillo is here to lose his life," the old man chattered, his hands shaking, but this was not only because he was too old, but also because he had a little bit of heart Not calm. "God forgive my sins. I am old enough to see God soon. Will Modillo forgive me?"
The old man fumbled and tried to sit down, but when he touched the uneven rock on the ground, he shook his hand as if it had been burned by fire, and then took two steps back.
"That's right, that Quinto shattered Poor Modillo's head here, and he was really cruel and cruel.
The old man kept talking to himself, and then he finally sat barely on crutches and looked at the undulating sea in the distance with his eyes confused.
The Abbey of Saint Seballon can't remember how many times he came to this cliff.
At first he was afraid of this place, because here he not only saw it with his own eyes, but also participated in a terrible murder.
So this cliff outside the monastery's back wall became the most feared place for the monastery. He even once was reluctant to walk under the wall near this cliff.
But gradually, this fear turned into an unforgettable torture. Every day he could not help seeing the wall involuntarily, imagining the scene that happened on the cliffside outside the wall that night.
Until one day, he quietly came to this cliff as if he could not stand some temptation. Looking at the steep cliff and the undulating sea below, the monastery felt that he was seduced by the devil at that moment.
From then on, the monastery would come to the cliff from time to time, remembering the scene again and again, and even forcing himself to sit down and breathe the salty and damp sea breeze with a throat that had little strength. Among them was the smell that he could never finish.
Especially when it comes to this kind of weather, the Abbey will remember what happened on such a cloudy winter day more than 20 years ago.
"You were sent to Saint Seballon one afternoon," the monastery whispered to a raised reef. In fact, it was so dark that night, he didn't remember Qiao Modi. Did Luo fall on the edge of this reef, let alone remember the big and small stones that he was terrified of every time, which one was the murder weapon that killed Modillo. Click, "The abbey raised his hand to compare, and then tensed his robe tightly to keep himself warm and continued to chatter." At that time, you grew up like an angel, although you know that you are an illegitimate child, but no one does not like you. "
The dean chuckled, his gray eyebrows shivered with his purple cheeks. He felt unbearably cold and stood up around the reef and began to run madly, but he collapsed in a few steps. On the stone, he immediately panicked and panted, sitting far away from the reef, panting and sitting on the ground, panting.
"You don't know that I'm going to kill you," the dean's tone was vague. He stared at the reef and repeatedly defended. "You know you are possessed by the devil. You are a lunatic. No one likes lunatics and sends you away. People who come do not want to see a madman more than 20 years later, so it ’s good for everyone if you die. "
The dean couldn't hold his breath. He struggled to get up but fell down once because of the weakness of his feet, but he finally stood up carefully, looking at the sea under the cliff not far away. The dean took a breath and then carefully Walk to the cliff and look down.
Even during the daytime, the dark and unclear below can be seen vaguely as the sea undulates and hides the relentless reefs hidden from time to time, even if a living person falls from here, it is difficult to escape from the edges of those reef rocks It was a crushing bone, not to mention a person who had been stoned to the head before.
"Are you dead?" The monastery murmured, and after a while he shook his head. "No, you are not dead, you followed that Quinto to Palermo, so Qiao Modillo is still alive, right ,you are still alive……"
The abbey groaned like he was hypnotizing, and after a while he seemed to be satisfied with himself with a weird laughter, and then slowly began to go back.
A loud wind blew from the sea, and the monastery was staggered by the wind. The hood on his head blocked his face with a hood, and after the hood was ripped off rashly, the dean could not help turning his head back and blowing the wave The strong wind looked at the sea and cursed in a low voice: "This ghost weather."
It was already dark and far away in the sea. At this time, it was already dark. The clouds that were gestated with huge storms seemed to have finally completed the final ceremony. As a series of lightning penetrated the clouds, a large piece of rain fell from the sky through the clouds. In the wind and waves that suddenly become more intense, they are forced from the far to the coast.
And in the distant sea, a boat is caught in this violent wind and waves, with the waves rising and falling on the sea, the high bow sometimes sinks and soars, and the hull sways left and right. It seems that Zhong will subvert and sink at any time.
"Poor fellow, maybe God really is needed to bless them." The monastery did not do the part of a devout priest as usual. Those on the boat prayed to God to help them, but used a kind of Having said this sentence in a leisurely tone, he walked toward the back of the cliff with a cane, a shallow foot and a shallow foot.
The ship on the sea is still struggling constantly in the wind and waves. Although it is very close to the shore, this distance that does not seem to be far away becomes unreachable due to the sudden change of the weather on the sea. Although the sail is blown by the sea breeze The bulge completely, but the huge wind blew the boat up and down, and even the bow of the boat could not help twisting, it seemed to be being pulled away from the shore.
"Pull your tail sails!" An old sailor standing on the deck tying himself with a rope to a handle kept roaring. "Just don't be discouraged, we'll be able to rush out soon, and we'll be in front of the port Now. "
"The storm came too suddenly, maybe God doesn't want us to go ashore!"
A sailor stumbled and ran out shouting under his feet. He bumped his head on the old sailor, but he didn't wait for his apology to be pushed away by the old man's collar.
"Maybe God doesn't want you to go ashore, but it will definitely let me go," the old sailor shouted and turned to look at the monastery on the high cliff in the distance. "Because this is my home, you have heard that God will Don't let anyone return to their home? "
After that, the old sailor opened his hands and shouted loudly at the shore: "Karibo, I'm back! Old Jonini is back!"
The wind and waves continued to wreak havoc, but the ship was always stubbornly facing the direction of Kalibo Port.
I do n’t know how long it passed. When the sudden storm finally ran with the hurricane and carried a large area of ​​rain to the inland of the island, the big ship that got rid of the entanglement of the wind and waves slowly moved on the sea that had gradually calmed down. Go up slowly towards the direction of Port Kalibo.
"It's finally time to go ashore. The only thing I want to do now is to have a drink after going ashore." A sailor leaned tiredly on the boat and looked at the gradually clear coast in the distance.
"And I found a pretty woman to sleep," the other sailor's dirty face showed an obscene smile, but he just sighed with his yellow teeth, and then looked at it. Kishi stood up straight and took off his hat. "God forgive me, there is a monastery."
"You actually say such indecent words near the sacred monastery. Hurry and pray for God's forgiveness, otherwise you might not want to sleep with the woman in this life." The companion next to him sneered loudly, causing the sailors around to laugh loudly .
"Jonini, what's the name of this monastery?" The sailor who consciously broke into trouble asked, "Maybe I should contribute a sum of money to buy an atonement for myself, right? Tell me that there are atonements for sale." ? "
Jonini didn't answer at once. He walked over to the boat gang and supported him with his elbows. His eyes were fixed on the monastery on the shore where his eyes were clear. From the boat, he could even vaguely see the side of the monastery facing the sea. The top and bottom of the tall stone wall is rugged.
"The atonement, that is a real monastery, and the people in it all abide by the strictest Benedict rules."
Jonini's words made the sailor look a little frustrated, and even a little afraid. People who lived on the sea for a long time faced the terrible nature, often because that fear of the power of heaven and earth came from the punishment of God or any mysterious force.
Looking at his companion's frustration, Giannini chuckled, then ignored his head and looked at the Abbey of San Seballon on the shore.
"There are indeed no atonement signs, but there are other things that are more interesting." Giannini whispered in his mouth.
At this moment, there was a footstep on the back deck.
With a shout, the sailors gathered immediately.
A man walked onto the deck. Although he had just experienced a big storm, the clothes on this man still looked very neat and clean. It seemed that he had not been affected by the storm before.
Hubert van Groningen walked steadily on the deck, seeing the distant coast and the port that had been looming around the bay, the lowlander's face showed a gratifying smile.
Then he turned to look at a man who was beside him.
This is a man with dark hair and black beards. His clothes are very strange. His very wide tops are free from each other. They have two fat pants on the upper and lower body. The pants are put on the wide belt. The head of the head should be a full circle of headscarves, and outside this dress, it is a sabale with a rich texture and studded with gold thread.
This is a typical Oriental dress, a dress from the Ottoman nobility across the Mediterranean.
This can be seen from the emerald he used to fix the headscarf, from the gorgeous pattern on the scimitar sheath hanging on his belt, and from the various jewels inlaid on his hands and fingers Can be seen on the ring.
"Europa," the oriental man's slightly quirky accent sounds quite peculiar. ~ Www.EbookFREE.me ~ His hands never stop patting the machete hanging around his waist, but there is no fear or fear on his face. It is vigilance, but some obvious excitement and curiosity "Many of my predecessors have been here before."
"I know," Hubert van Groningen nodded as the man said something, and then said quietly, "Many of my ancestors have also been to the East, even in my family. Two noblemen who lorded in the Holy Land. "
There was a shimmer of light in the Ottoman black eyes, but he was not angry, but looked at Hubert Van Groningen with interest.
"So maybe our ancestors have done business or played on the battlefield," the Ottomans looked at Grogening. "But it's all gone, now we have come to Europa, at least I'm in Sicily now. . "
Grogening nodded silently. He couldn't help but admit that the Ottomans were right. Now Europe is facing the threat of the Ottoman Empire. The original wide Mediterranean can no longer effectively protect Europe. It has been called the Istanbul seat. The fall of the great capital indicates that the narrow Bolpulus Strait is no longer regarded as a natural barrier separating east and west.
All this seems to be just like the Ottoman noble around him said that although the two sides have conquered each other for many centuries, and each has a victory and defeat, it is now the Ottomans who came to Europe with a conqueror attitude.
And he had also witnessed the Ottomans ’nearly invincible army and their terrible fleet ready to go, ready to cross the sea at any time.
"I hope you have a pleasant trip, respected Ashurk," Grogening bowed slightly. "We will go to Rome after we have repaired in this place called Kalibo. I only hope that you will bring Sudan this time. There is real peace. "