When you think of Sicily, what's the first thing that comes to mind?

Naturally, it is the well-known Sicilian mafia.

Whether it is a large number of film and television literary works based on these cruel gangsters, or the misdeeds in reality, the Sicilian mafia is definitely the leading organization in the criminal world.

But that was 1996, in 1496, when it was still the late Middle Ages, and Sicily was blessed with abundant sunshine, golden wheat, and olive groves that had been famous in Europe since the time of ancient Rome.

In addition, Sicily has one of the most complex and contradictory people of our time.

Sicilians are warm and reserved, brave but always cautious, and when you want to be honest with them, they will turn you away with suspicion, but when you have concerns, they may suddenly open up to you.

The reason for this seemingly unusually unusual character is inextricably linked to Sicily's unique past.

Unlike the city-states on the continent in this era, which fought against each other and shattered the entire peninsula, Sicily, as the largest island in the Mediterranean, formed a unique whole because it was isolated from abroad.

Although there have been too many entanglements with Naples, Sicily has always watched the drama on the road in a solitary way.

This may seem like Sicily's luck, but on the other hand, it is unfortunate.

Unlike city-states, they are in constant trouble, but most of the time they are in charge of their own destiny, and even though almost all the powerful monarchs from the rest of Europe have run to the boot to brush their presence, they are still able to maintain their own territory, title, and traditions.

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 naked, constantly being ravaged by these chaotic and abandoned men.

The current owner of Sicily is King Ferdinand of Aragon, but this king obviously has little interest in Sicily, and he racked his brains with his wife to carry out the great feat of unifying Spain, so the way this king showed concern for Sicily after succeeding to the throne was to put a crown on his head and waste more ink in various honorific titles.

So, the king of Sicily, was an Aragonese.

"It's amazing."

Walking in front of Kuntuo, he walked quickly but very quickly, Ding Mu noticed that when he walked, he always chose the side of the road, either left or right, instead of walking in the middle of the road in disregard like many people, and if he had to walk through a crowd, he would try to keep his body at an inclined angle, so that he could easily pass through the gaps between people without getting into trouble due to collisions.

This is a cautious person, Ding Mu made a decision in his heart to Kuntuo.

He didn't think that Kunto's demeanor was the result of any kind of training, but he was sure that it was some kind of instinct of long-term life, and perhaps it was this instinct that allowed him to avoid a lot of trouble, but judging by the frown that occasionally peeked out from under the brim of his hat, the man seemed to be in some kind of trouble.

It was the third day out of the village of Kleche, and Quinto seemed to be preoccupied all the way, and instead of taking the main road, which was convenient and safe, he followed a very old road towards the interior of Sicily.

Soon Ding Mu realized that he should be avoiding someone, because more than once Kunto would suddenly change his route, although it would not be long before he would continue to walk north, but it was this kind of zigzag and winding that it would take them two days not as much as they had taken on Jonini's boat before.

Now they were walking along a wheat field, the road that had just rained was muddy, and the cold and wet air blew in through the cracks in his clothes, making Ding Mu feel like he was about to freeze.

After the previous sentence suddenly popped up inexplicably, Kunto turned back to Ding Mu and said, "Qiao Er Modillo." ”

Ding Mu looked at Kunto, 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, then he shook his head, "Of course you don't know anything, you know what, you're just a little fool who fled from the East." ”

Ding Mu didn't want to argue with him, it would be better if he was willing to think he was a fool.

"Who would have thought," Kun Tuo looked back at Ding Mu again, "a stone hidden in a pile of stones. ”

Kunto seemed to hesitate when he said this, and Ding Mu was sure that there was something he couldn't make up his mind about, and it was clearly related to him.

"I'll ask you a question, kid, but you'll have to think about it before you answer me," Kunto said solemnly, pausing and saying solemnly, "Remember, think about it before you answer." ”

Seeing Ding Mu nodding seriously, Kun Tuo was slightly satisfied, and then he locked Ding Mu's eyes tightly and asked, "Suppose there is an opportunity that can make you rich, what price are you willing to pay?" ”

"Rich?"

"Yes, rich, very rich," Kunto folded his hands to his chest, "you can't imagine it, you can have everything, whether it's money, jewelry, precious furs, or a luxurious house." But there is one condition, that is, you will no longer be Alexandre Juliant Gombley from now on. ”

I wasn't Alexandre Juliant Cambrai in the first place, Ding Mu muttered secretly.

He vaguely guessed Kunto's thoughts, but he wasn't sure how long the promise would last, no matter what the origin of that Modillo was, but now that he was a demented child, it seemed that the abbot and Kunto were really in trouble.

"I don't believe you." Ding Mu replied without hesitation, "I saw you kill people that night, those people came to trouble you, and you threatened me at that time, I don't want to mix with your troubles, if they come again, you may threaten me again." ”

Kunto looked at Ding Mu's face carefully, and couldn't help but admit that this Greek boy had a very beautiful face, light wheat-colored skin with well-defined lines of the face, and slightly curly dark red hair, Kunto even thought maliciously that if he was sold to those nobles or clergy in the big cities, he might 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 scrutiny, Ding Mu seemed to be stubbornly glaring at him, but in fact, his heart was constantly drumming, and his body was even soaked with sweat because of nervousness.

He was gambling on how much Kunto had heard the conversation with the Assassin that night, and how much weight he had in Kunto and the Abbot's plans.

Although they don't know who Mordillo is, they also know that things are going wrong, at least Modillo's sudden stroke is definitely not in their plan.

And their appearance has become a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for them.

A stranger with no past, not much different in age from Mordillo, and above all there is no other way out than to be at their mercy.

The only trouble left is whether this person can impersonate that Mordillo as they say will not be exposed.

The trouble for Ding Mu was how to make Kunto think that he still hadn't discovered anything, at least after the attack that night, Kunto had apparently begun to worry about what he might already know.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have deliberately asked that.

"Don't worry, I won't threaten you anymore," Kunto finally slowed down, he turned and continued walking, "Let's go to Aris Zhenda, there are people waiting for us. ”

To be precise, someone should be waiting for "me", Ding Mu secretly wondered in his heart.

Kun Tuo has a good sense of direction, and when Ding Mu was so confused by his way of going around that he couldn't find the north for a long time, he always persistently moved towards the north.

Ayers Castle is a small hill with the same name built at the foot of the hill, and you can overlook the whole city from the hill.

Halfway up the hill there is a relatively gentle plateau with the ruins of a Roman temple on the hillside.

Although thousands of years have passed, Sicily, like many places, is still deeply influenced by ancient Roman civilization, so much so that despite the impact of Christendom and many wars since the fourth century, the temple of Jupiter in Ayers has survived the storm.

When Ding Mu and the two arrived at the Ayrs Zhentuo, it was not yet dark, and when they turned over the top of the mountain, they had a panoramic view of the town below the mountain.

Looking at the curling smoke rising from the rooftops of the city, Ding Mu suddenly felt a little tired.

Although he had only been away from Saint Sebaron for a few days, he had the illusion that a long time had passed.

Perhaps because it was the first place to settle down after coming to this world, Ding Mu regarded the Monastery of Saint-Sebarong as his "home" in his heart.

And from the real home, not only thousands of miles, but also has an unattainable 500 years!

Kunto was careful, and instead of rushing into the city, he decided to wait until after dark.

He found shelter from the wind near the ruins of the temple and began to instruct Ding Mu to pile up stones and light a bonfire, while he himself began to unpack and dig things out from the inside.

What made Ding Mu feel magical was his luggage that never left him.

This travel utensil, made of linen and leather, is not only exceptionally sturdy, but also more like a treasure bag.

In addition to a short crossbow that could be folded with incredible power, there were also some dry food to eat on the road, a number of gold coins, a blanket that could be spread out to protect it from the wind and rain, and even Ding Mu once saw him take out a small bag of precious seasonings from it.

He was also curious about Kunto's identity, especially when he sprinkled the seasoning on the raw dried meat without hesitation, remembering that in this era, people regarded spices as gold, and Ding Mu felt that this person had too many secrets.

Although the technique is simple and crude, and the condiments are not complete, but as the bonfire bakes, the raw dried meat gradually overflows with a burst of aroma.

Ding Mu licked his lips lightly, and he had a more impression of Kunto, at least this person can barbecue food.

"Goo", a belly roar sounded, Ding Muxian was a little surprised, and then looked at Kun Tuo strangely, but what met him was Kun Tuo's gaze that happened to look at him.

In an instant, Kunto's hand quickly grabbed the short sword hidden under his robe, and his eyes looked at a nearby stone.

First, a hand grabbed the edge of the stone, and then, as if by the force of this pull, a figure emerged from behind the stone.

Ding Mu looked at this uninvited guest who suddenly appeared in amazement.

Although he was not as responsive as Kunto, when he knew that the voice did not belong to the two of them, Ding Mu's mind had quickly flashed different identities such as "chaser", "assassin", "official who captured them", "robber", "thief", etc., all of which had deeply malicious characters.

But he didn't expect it to be such a person.

Bright, or overly gaudy, variegated dresses, dazzling ornaments, and bright feathers that tie up the black hair and reveal eye-catching feathers.

And then there's the big dark eyes that are so bright and fascinating.

A young girl appeared in front of Ding Mu and the others so suddenly.

Her skin was not fair, but a slightly tan but a healthy color, and her straight nose and well-defined eye sockets made her look tenacious, but at this time she was licking her slightly thick lips, and her dark eyes were staring at the jerky in Kunto's hand.

"Hell, a bohemian woman."

Kunto said stunned.