Chapter 8: Suddenly

When it comes to Sicily, what first comes to mind?
Is naturally the famous Sicilian mafia.
Whether it is a lot of film and television literary works that use these cruel gangsters as the original form, or the motley and deviant spots in reality, the Sicilian Mafia is definitely a top organization in the criminal world.
But it was 1996 in later generations. In 1496, which was still in the late Middle Ages, Sicily was full of sunshine, golden wheat, and olive groves that had been known as Europe since ancient Rome.
In addition, Sicily has the most complex and contradictory group of people in this era.
Sicilians are enthusiastic but always conservative, brave but always cautious, when you want to meet them frankly, they will turn you away with suspicion, but when you are worried, they may suddenly treat you Open your heart.
The reason why has such a seemingly strange character is closely related to Sicily's unique past.
Is different from those continents that conquered the continent in this era, but as a result, the entire peninsula's fragmented city-states were different. As the largest island in the Mediterranean, Sicily formed a unique whole because of its solitude.
Although there have been too many divisions and entanglements with Naples, Sicily has always looked at the ups and downs of the farce on the road in a self-contained way.
This seems to be Sicilian's luck, but on the other hand it is unfortunate.
What is different from the city-states is that although those countries are always in trouble, most of the time they still control their own destiny, although almost all the powerful monarchs from other parts of Europe ran on this boot. After a sense of existence, after all, they can still maintain their own territory, title and tradition.
But Sicily is different. From the French to the Germans, from the Roman Empire to Aragon, Sicily is like a woman who has been stripped, and is constantly being tossed and turned over by these scumbags.
Now the owner of Sicily is King Ferdinand of Aragon, but this king is obviously not interested in Sicily. His wife and his wife have done a great feat to unify Spain together, so after the throne, the king expressed to Sicily The way to care is to add a crown to your head and waste a lot of ink in various honors.
Therefore, the king of Sicily is an Aragonese.
"This is really wonderful."
Kun Tuo walking in front was not quick but very agile. Ding Mu noticed that he always chose the side of the road when walking, either left or right, instead of walking in the middle of the road regardless of many people. Must walk through the crowd, he will try to keep his body at an inclined angle, so that he can easily pass through the gap between people, and will not be troubled by collisions.
This is a cautious person, Ding Mu has given Kun an attribution in his heart.
He does n’t think that Kunto ’s behavior is the result of training, but he is sure that this is an instinct caused by a long-term life. Perhaps it is this instinct that allows him to avoid many troubles, but from time to time he shows a tight lock under his hat. Looking at Meifeng, this person seems to be in some kind of trouble.
This was the third day after leaving the village of Colec. Kunto seemed to be very worried all the way. He did not choose to take the road. Although it was convenient and safe, he went along an ancient road to the interior of Sicily. .
Soon Ding Mu discovered that he should be avoiding someone, because more than once Kunto would suddenly change his route, although he would continue to go north after a while, but this kind of twists and turns, let them It took less than two days to travel as much as it did on Jonini ’s boat.
Now they are walking along a field of wheat. The road just rained was muddy, and the damp air was blowing in through the cracks of the clothes, making Ding Mu feel that he was almost frozen.
After suddenly inexplicably popping out the previous sentence, Kunto turned back and said to Ding Mu: "Joe Modillo."
Ding Mu looked at Kun Tuo, he could be sure that this person was not calling him at all, it was just confirming the tone of one thing.
"Do you know who that Modillo is?" Kunto asked, and then he shook his head. "Of course you don't know anything, you know what, you are just a little fool who fled from the East."
Ding Mu doesn't want to argue with him, if he is willing to feel like a fool, it's best.
"Who can think of it," Kun Tuo looked back at Ding Mu "a stone hidden in a pile of stones."
Kunto seemed to hesitate when he said this. Ding Mu was sure that there was something he couldn't make up his mind about, and this matter was obviously related to him.
"Child, I will ask you a question, but you have to think about it and answer me," Kun Tuo paused and said solemnly, "Remember, answer after thinking."
Seeing Ding Mu nodded seriously, Kun Tuo was slightly satisfied, then he tightly closed Ding Mu's eyes and asked: "Assuming there is an opportunity to make you rich, what price are you willing to pay?"
"Rich?"
"Yes, rich, very rich," Kun Tuo folded his hands against his chest. "That's something you can't imagine. You can have everything, whether it's money, jewelry, precious fur, or a luxurious house. But there is one. The condition is that you will no longer be Alexander Juliant Gombry since then. "
I wasn't originally Alexander Juliant Gumbre, Ding Mu murmured secretly.
He vaguely guessed Kunto ’s thoughts, but he was not sure how long this promise would last, no matter what the origin of that Modillo was, but he had now become a demented child. It's not small.
"I don't believe you." Ding Mu replied without hesitation. "I've seen how you killed that night. Those people came to trouble you, and you threatened me at the time. I don't want to blend in your troubles. If they come again, you might threaten me again. "
Kunto looked closely at Ding Mu's face, but he had to admit that the Greek boy had a very beautiful face, with light wheat-colored skin and clear lines on his face, as well as a slightly curly dark red hair. Kunto even It is not malicious to think that if you sell him to the nobles or clergy in those big cities, you may be able to get a good price.
But what he cares about now is not how much the boy is worth, but whether he is telling the truth.
Under Kunto's gaze, Ding Mu seemed to be stubbornly staring at him, but in fact his heart kept playing drums, even his body was soaked in sweat because of tension.
He was betting how much he had talked to that assassin that Kunto had heard that night, and how much weight he had in Kunto ’s plan with the abbey.
Although I don't know who Modillo is, I think I know something is wrong, at least Modillo's sudden stroke is definitely not in their plan.
And their appearance has become their once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
A stranger who has no past, is not much different from Modillo's age, and the most important thing is that there is no other way than to obey them.
The only trouble left is whether this person can pretend that Modillo is not exposed as they say.
And for Ding Mu, the trouble is how to make Kunto think that he still didn't find anything. At least after the attack that night, Kunto obviously began to worry that he might already know what.
Otherwise, he wouldn't ask so deliberately.
"You don't worry, I won't threaten you anymore," Kunto finally slowed down, and he turned to continue to move forward. "We go to Aris Zhentu, where there are people waiting for us."
Accurately, someone should be waiting for "me", Ding Mu secretly wondered.
Kunto's sense of direction is very good. When Ding Mu could not find the north because of his way around, he always insisted on moving towards the north.
Ailes Zhentuo is a small hill. A small town with the same name is built at the foot of the mountain, overlooking the whole city from the mountain.
There is a relatively gentle terrace at the half-way of the hill, and on this terrace there is a ruin of a temple from the Roman era.
Although thousands of years have passed, Sicily, like many places, is still deeply influenced by ancient Roman civilization. Even though it has experienced the impact of the Christian world and many wars since the fourth century, Ayres Jupiter The temple still survived the ups and downs.
When Ding Mu and the two rushed to Ayers Zhentuo, it was still dark, and they turned over the top of the mountain, and the towns under the mountain had a panoramic view.
Watching the smoke rising from the roof of the city, Ding Mu suddenly became tired.
Although he didn't leave Saint Sebaron for a few days, he had the illusion that he had passed a long time.
Perhaps because it was the first place to stay after coming to this world, Ding Mu thought in his heart that the Monastery of Saint Sebaron was the "home" in his mind.
And away from the real home, not only thousands of miles away, but also has 500 years of unattainable!
Kunto was very careful, he did not enter the city hastily, but decided to wait until it was dark before taking action.
He found a sheltered place near the ruins of the temple and began to direct Ding Mu to pile up stones and light a bonfire, while he began to open the baggage and pull things out from the inside.
Makes Ding Mu feel magical, it is his luggage that never leaves.
This travel tool made of linen and leather is not only extremely strong, but also more like a treasure trove.
In addition to a short crossbow that can fold amazingly powerful, there is also some dry food eaten on the road, a number of unclear gold coins, a blanket that can be taken out to spread out the wind and rain, and even Ding Mu once saw him take it out from inside A small bag of precious seasoning.
He is also curious about Kunto's identity, especially when he sprinkled seasonings on dried raw meat without hesitation, remembering that people in this era treat spicy materials as gold, UU reads www.uukanshu.com Ding Mu thinks This person has too many secrets.
Although the method is simple and rude, the condiments are not complete, but as the campfire roasts, the dried meat gradually overflows with aroma.
Ding Mu lightly licked his lower lip, and had more impression of Kunto. At least this person would grill food.
"Goo", with a bellowing sound, Ding Muxian was a little awkward, and then looked at Kunto strangely, but what Kunto saw was exactly what he saw.
In an instant, Kunto's hand quickly grabbed the dagger hidden under his robe, while his eyes looked at a stone beside him.
First appeared a hand grabbed the edge of the stone, and then it seemed that by the power of this pull, a figure emerged from behind the stone.
Ding Mu looked at this unexpected guest suddenly.
Although there is no Kunto's responsiveness, when he knew that the voice did not belong to the two, Ding Mu's mind quickly flashed "chasing soldiers", "assassins", "mandarins who arrested them", "robbers", "thieves", etc. Identity, all with a deeply malicious role.
But he didn't expect to be such a person.
Bright, or too gorgeous, flowery long dresses, all kinds of complicated and dazzling ornaments, used to tie up the black hair dreadlocks with dazzling bright feathers.
There are those dark eyes that are fascinating and bright.
A young girl appeared so suddenly in front of Ding Mu.
Her skin is not fair, but a slightly tan but healthy color. The straight nose and clear eye sockets make her look tenacious, but this time she is licking her thick lips. Dark eyes stared at the dried meat in Kunto's hand.
"Damn it, a bohemian woman."
Kun Tuo said in amazement.