Looking at the back of da Vinci toiling under the light of the oil lamp, the black shadows on the wall and the ground swaying, Zheng Fei was silent, quietly took out his musket, and reloaded. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fear came over him again.

Long.

"Leonardo da Vinci. ”

He snapped, fingers pressed the trigger, ready to pull it down.

The boy was immersed in his own research and did not hear it, so he turned up his voice and shouted again.

The young man's head paused, crumpled the densely lined manuscript paper and threw it away, sighed, and looked back sadly.

"Aha, it's the captain, long time no see. ”

The harmless appearance of humans and animals makes people unable to take the slightest defense.

However, Zheng Fei did not relax his vigilance easily, and his face was still so nervous.

"I'm the captain, who are you?" he went straight to the point.

"Huh?" the boy wiped his nose for some reason.

"How did you come to this world?"

When asked, the boy blinked, thinking that he must be joking.

"My dad said I was born to him, but I always thought I was made by God, alas, everyone didn't believe me, and it was annoying. ”

"Which world do you belong to?" Zheng Fei frowned slightly, raising his gun to face him.

The joke was too big, and seeing Zheng Feitie's blue face, the young man couldn't help but lean back, terrified.

"Captain...... What exactly do you mean?"

"You're from another world, aren't you?"

"I've had that idea too!"

The young man suddenly put his fear behind him, as if he had resonated with him, and excitedly explained his guess to Zheng Fei.

"God must have created more than us, perhaps far away, in places we have never reached.......

Listening to the young man's gushing narration, Zheng Fei couldn't see any clues, and there was really no reason to think that this little guy was a traverser.

He lowered the muzzle of his gun, took a deep breath, and turned to go out the door.

The young man was talking happily, and when he saw that he was leaving, he was suddenly lost and drooped his head.

"Even you don't understand, do you think I'm talking crazy?"

"No, I just have important things to do, and I'll listen to you another day, and draw Da Vinci well. ”

After that, Zheng Fei smiled and left without looking back.

Da Vinci looked at his back, listened to the rhythmic footsteps, pouted, took a sip of the bucket, and sat back at the table.

Walking out of the musty cabin, Zheng Fei finally took a breath of fresh air, and the sailors cheered happily in his ears, they were still teasing the dogs.

He held the railing with both hands, facing the vast sea, and took a sip of wine, the strong Italian wine slid from his throat into his intestines, bringing a little warmth in this cold winter.

Two da Vinci, kind of interesting.

Leonardo da Vinci, who lived in Florence and made a name for himself, had not yet had the opportunity to be exposed to science, but only immersed in the ocean of art, which he might not be exposed to until many years later.

In contrast, Leonardo da Vinci in the cabin was already on the path of science.

Which of them is higher or lower in terms of intelligence and thinking?

In the future, will there be a contest between ghosts?

Thinking of this, Zheng Fei drank all the wine in the jug, raised his arms and threw the jug into the ocean.

Smack, it hit a seabird, poor fellow.

......

The wind was so fast that in just three and a half days the fleet had rounded all of Italy and reached the waters off Genoia.

From the moment I saw the coastline, there was a group of sailors huddled on the deck excitedly, chatting happily about all kinds of trivial matters, such as what they used to do, how they were especially respected in their hometown, etc., how cool and how to blow.

They returned home.

This time, the fleet did not choose to dock at the Atlanta pier, the previous prison robbery rescued the arms dealer Borg, not long after, Atlanta must be panicked, the large-scale fleet docked too eye-catching.

Zheng Fei found a local sailor to guide the way, drove along the coastline, and came to the town of Pars.

The depressed wharf is very similar to the scene when it first docked in Venice, and the laborers stand in a row on the shore, with excited and expectant eyes, to greet the big bosses who have come from afar.

I can't get any more jobs, and my family can't even afford to buy bread for the winter.

They rubbed their hands together and wrapped their battered jackets tightly, their ears and the tips of their noses blown red by the cold wind.

The dock owner was dozing off in the oven when the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter, causing the kitten to scream in fright, which woke him up.

The dream was disturbed, and he hated to step on the cat's tail and kicked the kitten away.

After a deep, long yawn, he caught a glimpse of the strange reaction of the laborers outside the window, and immediately realized that there was big business coming, so he quickly put on his coat and went out, happy.

The town of Pars had never been home to such a large fleet, let alone ten large frigates, an Italian warship that symbolized the strength of the force.

The huge battleship has been repaired by hundreds of craftsmen working overtime, and the important parts have been repaired, which will not affect the normal navigation.

Zheng Fei gave it a name: Poseidon.

When the fleet docked, the laborers thought it was the Royal Navy coming, and stood by the sea in awe, not daring to say more cautiously.

The dock owner held his pipe, looked nervous, and kept muttering something in his mouth.

He was thinking about how to phrase it, after all, it was a big man, and he had to try to get on top of it.

"Where's the boss?!"

Santiago stood on the side of the boat and shouted in his loud voice, startling the boss and running out of the crowd with a smile on his face, waiting for orders.

"Get us some wagons, huh...... How much does it cost?"

The boss grinned, looked a little painful, and said, "No money!"

"Yes, there's a future!" Santiago raised his eyebrows, and so did his boss.

"Hey, hey, fatty, get off the boat and don't block the road, or I'll kick you." ”

Zheng Fei scolded with a smile, and then beckoned the sailor to bring the prince over.

The prince had just woken up, sleepy-eyed and hazy, looking at the unfamiliar dock.

"In which manor?" Zheng Fei asked.

"Pals Manor. ”

"I mean, which manor in Pars?"

"It's called Pars Manor......"

Zheng Fei frowned slightly, and then took a deep breath.

More than half a year ago, on the wicker chair of the manor, the little girl was told the story of "Roman Holiday".

Wonderful coincidences.

Zheng Fei smiled happily: "Guys, get off the boat and have fun!"

Cheer.

After pausing for a while, Zheng Fei returned to the house.

"Britney, what are you doing?"

As soon as I entered the house, I saw that the big beauty was sitting on the edge of the bed and concentrating on something.

"I won't tell you!"

Britney tucked her things under the quilt and hid them as if she were a shut-off, shaking her legs a few times and blinking her big beautiful eyes.

"Okay, but now I have something to tell you. (To be continued.) )