Sicily is the most famous tourist destination in Italy.

Some people may come to Italy and choose the fashion capital of Milan or the legendary "Eternal City" like Rome, but the vast majority of people choose Sicily. Of course, they chose this place not because they had seen "The Beautiful Legend of Sicily" starring that sexy woman, but because of the beautiful scenery and even more so because it was the birthplace of the mafia, which is full of mysteries.

Interestingly, this organization, which has survived for nearly 900 years, was born because a young girl was raped by French soldiers on the day of her wedding.

But then again, although many people come here to see the mafia, they only end up taking a little souvenir like sardines.

In the villa on a small island on the west coast, Zheng Wuming's figure appeared in the villa.

"Mr. Zheng, please come with me." An old man who looked to be sixty or seventy years old, dressed as a standard housekeeper, looked at Yan Murong and said in a flat tone.

The old man was not as tall as most Europeans, and his height was only a little more than 1.6 meters, if it weren't for the blond hair, white skin, and dark blue eyes, he would be more like those island shorts who were suppressed by their hearts.

The height is not outstanding, and even the appearance is extremely plain, belonging to the kind that is difficult to find again if you throw it in the pile.

Of course, this is only in Europe, and if you throw her on the streets of Yanjing, it will taste like a crowd of chickens.

If I had to find something characteristic, it was a touching glint in his sapphire-like eyes.

"What do you call it?" Zheng Wuming asked with a smile.

"My name is Ares." The old man seemed reluctant to say more, so he closed his mouth after saying his name, and after making a gesture of invitation to Zheng Wuming, he turned around and led the way in front.

Zheng Wuming smiled silently, but he didn't care about the old man's attitude, but felt a little funny about his name.

"Ares? God of War? Zheng Wuming thought to himself, these people in the ghost are stranger than the other, whether it is the person who brought him here or the old man who looks like a housekeeper, there is an indescribable strange feeling. Now, he was looking forward to the leader of the dragon who couldn't see the end.

The villa was large, like a small manor, and it was only when you walked along the grape-filled promenade that a villa came into view.

The old man didn't knock on the door, he pushed open the hidden door and walked in, and after bypassing the entrance, he came to the hall of the villa.

As if the owner of the place did not like the sun, all the windows on the first floor of the villa were blocked by thick curtains, and in the corner of the hall, a roaring fire was burning in a fireplace, and directly opposite the fireplace was a soft and wide sofa, on which a figure sat with his back to him, his body seemed to be constantly shaking.

"Master, Mr. Zheng is here."

The old man spoke in English, and Zheng Wuming could hear it clearly, but the person on the sofa didn't speak, just nodded.

After the old man made a gesture of invitation to Zheng Wuming and left, Zheng Wuming bypassed the sofa and sat on the single sofa next to the big sofa.

There was indeed a man sitting on the large sofa, who looked like a young man from the point of view, but because he had a golden mask wrapped in his hair, it was not certain his age, at most it was a man.

Zheng Wuming looked at the man on the sofa, and the man on the sofa also looked at him through the holes in the eyes on the mask, and the two looked at each other, neither of them spoke.

A minute, three minutes, five minutes—so Zheng Wuming frowned, took off his blazer, and put his hand on the arm of the sofa—he was hot, and he was roasted by the flames in the fireplace.

"I'm not used to it."

At this time, the man on the sofa spoke, and his voice sounded very hoarse, as if there was sand rubbing against his vocal cords, which made people sound extremely uncomfortable.

"It's a little hot." Zheng Wuming said with a frown.

"It's okay, I'm getting used to it slowly." The man said. "Please forgive my selfishness, if I don't make a fire to keep warm, I will freeze to death with my own blood."

As he spoke, the man's body was still trembling, and he looked like he was standing bare-chested in the wind of the Arctic snow-capped mountains.

"Introduce yourself." The man looked at Zheng Wuming and said in a hoarse voice. "My name is Kronos."

"Kronos?" Zheng Wuming chuckled. "Sky?"

"Oh? You know? The man's eyes flashed under the mask, and his tone seemed to be very happy.

"Know a little." Zheng Wuming said with a smile. "One of the twelve Titans, the first Titan leader who symbolizes the sky."

"That's good, haha, that's good." The man laughed wildly, but the laughter sounded like a wolf howling in the middle of the night.

"Anyone still knows about me." The man's voice said excitedly. "The sky, I like the sky, the sky symbolizes life, he can bring life to this world, and he can destroy any life in this world."

Listening to the man's words, Zheng Wuming smiled bitterly in his heart, thinking to himself, if this guy is either a fool, he is a madman - anyway, everyone in this villa is abnormal, just now the old man said that his name is Ares, and this mysterious man said that he is Kronos - such a person may only be found in a psychiatric hospital, why did they escape?

Furrowed again by the piercing laughter, Zheng Wuming spoke. "As far as I know, Kronos did not end up very well, he was cursed by his father Lanos to be overthrown by his own children, so whenever a child was born, he would swallow it - but in the end, he was overthrown by the surviving Zeus."

"Nonsense, nonsense." Kronos's voice suddenly became a little excited, and his body trembled even more. "I am God, how can I die?"

"You're human." Zheng Wuming retorted softly.

"I'm human." Kronos said firmly. "I will not be overthrown, never will - whoever wants to overthrow me, I will kill whomever I want."

Listening to Kronos's arrogant words, Zheng Wuming smiled bitterly in his heart - after the identification, this guy is a complete psychopath.