Ding Mu admitted that when he woke up, the first thing he saw really scared him!

Underneath him are hard, wet, fishy-smelling planks, and above them are three Europeans who look and dress in a bit of a mix of classical Fauvism and postmodern Kill Matt.

But what really frightened him was that when he tried to speak, he suddenly felt that it was not his usual voice at all, and no matter how much he tried to correct the strange-sounding tone, it seemed to be in vain.

And it can be seen from the confused expressions of the three "post-modern killers" that Ding Mu certainly didn't know what he was saying, and these three people definitely didn't understand it at all.

After trying to pronounce his voice correctly again, Ding Mu suddenly noticed a strange thing, that is, he seemed to be able to vaguely understand the doubtful discussion between the three "postmodern killers".

"Daddy, is he really a Greek? I've never heard that language, or is he a pagan at all? One of the fellows whispered, clutching a barbed fork at the top of his hand, which he had used against the big fish of the sea, but now he didn't care about a few blows on this strange boy.

The man's words made Giannini feel that his authority had been challenged, and it made him feel serious, even more serious than if this eccentric boy was an infidels or not.

This can't be done, Jonini muttered in his heart, these dirt bun folks must not be allowed to think that the well-informed old Jonini is a fool, even if he has this kind of thought!

"He's a Greek!" Jonini said loudly, it was more like a gamble, and then he pushed the guy away and yelled at Ding Mu, "I said boy, where are you from, tell me quickly, or I'll throw you back into the sea." ”

Ding Mu looked at the fierce-looking Gioni in amazement, he couldn't remember what happened after he fell into the water, could it be that he asked the famous Sicilian mafia to kidnap the votes?

He tried to speak again, but it was the kind of voice he couldn't even hear.

"Hey, Greek boy, don't you understand what I'm saying, don't lie to me with something that no one understands, I know you understand what I'm talking about!" Jonini was a little angry, he wanted to reach out and pat Ding Mu's face, but Ding Mu instinctively raised his hand to block it.

Then he saw this strange boy suddenly look as if he had been imprisoned, his eyes fixed on his hands, as if he had seen a ghost!

"What's going on?" Ding Mu looked at the unfamiliar hands in front of him in disbelief, he could swear that it was definitely not his own, and at the same time, he suddenly realized that what he blurted out out out of panic was a language he had never spoken before.

This time, Giannini understood the strange boy's words very clearly, and as he guessed, although the tone was still strange, he did speak Greek.

Until the moment when Ding Mu stretched out his hand to touch his cheek, he still held on to his illusions, thinking that everything was just an illusion caused by falling into the water.

But soon, he understood that everything in front of him was a real reality.

Stroking the obviously sunken eye sockets and the high bridge of his nose, Ding Mu was already sure that it was not his own face, and when his fingers touched a strand of red hair that hung down from the top of his head to his forehead, he was finally completely sure that it was definitely not his body.

Ding Mu raised his head in despair, looked at the three "post-modern killers" in front of him who were still judging him, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, and then tilted his head, "grunt", and fell on the deck.

Looking at Ding Mu who suddenly fainted, the three of Jonini couldn't help but look at each other a little, but Jonini still instructed the two guys to move Ding Mu to the corner and covered him with a broken blanket.

"It's really unfortunate, is this the response I received when I made a wish to God before I went out to sea?" Jonini muttered angrily.

After such a toss, the plan to lay a net just after the storm fell through, and looking at the young man curled up in a ball and curled in the corner, Giannini felt that this "harvest" was really a great irony.

"Hurry up and get off the net, you two lazy bones, we haven't made up enough tithes!" Jonini turned back to the two men and yelled at them angrily.

He didn't notice that under the filthy blanket that smelled of fish, a pair of black eyes were quietly opening, watching them vigilantly and cautiously.

Caripo is a small coastal town in the southeast of Sicily, where the majority of the people make their living from fishing, and a pier facing the Gulf of Soulichi sustains the majority of the city's population.

As for the others, they spend their lives by planting grapes for the monasteries on the hills.

The port of Kalipo is not very large, and is medium at best compared to the ports of other cities along the coast.

However, because of the famous local aquatic product called Tutu shrimp, and the wine made by the Caribo Monastery, Kalibo is somewhat famous.

Tutu shrimp is a specialty of Kalipo, and every winter, a large group of Tutu shrimp will migrate south with the ocean currents through the waters of Kalipo, which is the most comfortable time for the Kalibo people.

People will go to sea in all kinds of boats, large and small, and whether they are lucky or not, they can get something to gain.

The good thing about returning home is that the Caribo Monastery will buy those Tutu shrimp, although the price is pitiful, but it is a good income for many families this season, especially the monastery specifically allows Tutu shrimp to be used to tithes other items, which makes the Kalibo people see Tutu shrimp as a blessing from God.

This year too, as the fishing boats approached the wharf, many people saw a figure standing on the wooden bridge of the wharf, the deacon in charge of collecting tithes in the monastery.

To the Calibo, the deacon, dressed in a brown coarse cloth robe and dangling with a bare head, was in no way inferior in majesty to the bishop of Palermo.

Deacon Mordillo shrunk his neck as far as possible into the collar of his linen robe, although he was still young, his health was very bad, especially recently, he couldn't sleep and always had nightmares, which made Deacon Mordillo's temper more and more irritable.

It was too cold for him to come from his warm hut to the beach if it weren't for tithing.

Another fishing boat that looked full of water rocked into the dock, and looking at the deep waterline, Modillo's chubby face finally showed a smile.

Collecting tithes is a very oily errand, and in order to catch this fat difference, Modillo has invested a lot of money.

But it was worth it, and the deacon believed that as long as he collected one season's taxes, he would be able to earn back with interest.

As soon as Giannini's feet stepped onto the planks of the dock, he saw Modillo looking at him, and if it weren't for the two church tax collectors behind him, the deacon's chubby face would still look very amiable.

"God forbid, it's great to see you, Lord Deacon," Giannini walked over and kissed the wooden cross in Modillo's hand, bowed and bowed before cautiously saying, "Lord Deacon, there's something I don't know if I should tell you, you know that if we are in trouble we will go to the village chief, if we want to pray we will have to go to the church, but this matter makes me not know who to turn to, so I would like to ask you to give me an idea." ”

"God bless each of us, if there is any confusion you can just tell me," Modillo looked at the old man in front of him with some strange eyes, in fact, he didn't like Giannini, he always thought that this guy was restless and a little annoying.

Giannini carefully told the deacon about what he had encountered at sea, he didn't know what the deacon would do, but the strange appearance of the child made him feel uneasy.

"You're right to say this," the deacon nodded, praising Jonini, "you're a pious man Jonini, God will bless you, and as for that kid, I'm going to see it with my own eyes and then decide what to do with him." ”

Complimented by the deacon, Giannini couldn't help but twist the corner of his beard on his lips with his fingers, but he couldn't help but worry when he remembered the child's eccentricity.

Don't bring yourself back with trouble.

Giannini had been out there for too long, and he had seen so much that he knew better than the townspeople what the outside world was like, and he knew better the tricks of priests like Mordillo.

So he wanted to throw that trouble at the church right away.

Let the deacons decide the fate of the boy, Jonini thought.

When Modillo saw the "strange boy", Ding Mu was huddled in a corner of the boat wrapped in a blanket, holding a wooden bowl in his hand and stuffing spoonfuls of hot soup into his mouth.

Modillo noticed that when he saw himself, the Greek boy's eyes were neither joy nor panic, but disappointment, or rather disappointment when he looked around him.

Ding Mu was indeed disappointed, and by this time he had fully understood what had happened to him.

Quirky clothes, dilapidated fishing boats, people speaking distinctly different languages, backward dock towns, and most importantly, a completely alien body of oneself.

All this can only mean one thing - his soul has traveled through time and space attached to a strange body!

When he figured this out, Ding Mu's first reaction was to return to his body.

But in the end, he was completely disappointed, and he could clearly feel that this body had merged with his soul.

He could feel hunger, cold, pain and even the need to excrete.

This made him temporarily stop wanting to risk dying again and change back to his original body.

Thinking that the unknown kid might have switched bodies with him, spending his money from now on, living in his house, and sleeping with his girlfriend, Ding Mu secretly hoped that the kid had better be completely dead.

But now there are more serious problems in front of him.

"What's your name, kid?" Although the young man looked about the same age as him, Molodi asked in an old-fashioned manner, "If you understand, tell me that you are a Christian?" ”

What's my name? Ding Mu, who was almost open to say his name, stopped the words that almost came out in time.

Not to mention whether the person in front of him who looks like a dock boss understands it or not, just from the words and demeanors of these people, you can guess that listening to his pagan name, it will definitely not be a good thing to wait for him.

The fire, the gallows, the iron virgin, thinking of these famous tortures in the Middle Ages, Ding Mu's brain has begun to sweat, and when he thinks of some kind of torture instrument called perverted, a key part of his body can't help but tighten......

It's just that he always has to answer, unless he doesn't understand the other person's words.

Right! I can pretend I don't understand!

As soon as Ding Mu's mind turned, he was ready to pretend that he didn't understand the other party's words and tried to confuse the past.

But it seemed that God was deliberately embarrassed by him, and at this moment, an excited voice that should be strange but sounded inexplicably "familiar" suddenly came from the shore: "That child, is he from the East?" ”

Several people on the boat looked to the shore at the same time, and saw a man with dark skin, curly brown hair, and a messy beard that almost covered his entire face.

The man was not tall, but his shoulders were broad, and the muscles and muscles on the two arms that were exposed beyond the shoulders were swollen, and the whole person looked unusually strong.

"How do you know him, Brother Jira?" Giannini asked the man on the shore in a loud voice, "By the way, you might be able to make sense with him, but we don't know what we're talking about." ”

The man known as Jira jumped out of the boat in a few steps, first saluting the deacon slightly, and then looking at Ding Mu seriously.

This made Ding Mu a little nervous, he believed that no one would know him here, let alone know that there was a soul in this body that did not belong to this world, but he didn't know why he had a familiar illusion of this person's voice just now.

It's just that when the man spoke again, Ding Mu suddenly understood why he had that inexplicable familiar feeling.

Although the tone has changed somewhat, Ding Mu can be sure that he can not only fully understand the strange-sounding language spoken by this person, but even his own accent at this time is the same as this person's.

In other words, he actually met a "fellow" here!

"You're from the other side of the Mediterranean, where are you, Padmos or whatever," the man said incoherently, though he tried to calm his voice as much as he could, "I'm from Padmos, how about you?" ”

"No, it's not Padmus," Ding Mu knew that he couldn't continue to pretend to be stupid, although he didn't know how this person thought he was from the East, but if he could meet a "fellow countryman", he must not let go of this opportunity, but he still decided to be careful, although he didn't know how long this person had been away from the place called Padmos, he still decided to find another origin for himself, and then his mind was racing about what to say, and finally he decided to take a gamble, "I am, from Crete." ”

"My God, is Crete also occupied by infidels?" The man's face showed disbelief of surprise, and his words surprised everyone next to him, the deacon, who had just listened quietly, suddenly turned pale, and several people on the shore who were watching the excitement had already begun to shout loudly: "Oh no, Crete has fallen, and the infidels are about to fight!" ”

The people who heard this shout followed and shouted, and the whole dock was in chaos for a while!

Ding Mu was stunned and looked at the people around him who seemed to have blown up the camp, and before he could explain, a bell had already sounded on the dock, and with the wave of "The heretics have attacked!" Fear spread from the docks toward Calibo like a rapidly spreading plague.

In the face of this sudden chaos, Deacon Modillo, who had long forgotten to inquire about Ding Mu's origins, had already shouted and ran out of the city, he was going to report the news of the pagan invasion to the abbot, and Giannini had already shouted for the men of the city to be summoned at once, ready to "make the last resistance".

Although "brought the news that the infidels were about to attack", no one had time to pay attention to Ding Mu, who was thrown aside, and no one bothered to listen to his explanation.

So, Ding Mu was left alone on the dock, until the "fellow" remembered and returned to the dock to find him.

"My name is Jira, what's your name, young man?" The man was still a little excited and flustered, but he hadn't forgotten to beckon Ding Mu to run towards the city. At the same time, this middle-aged man named Jira couldn't help but look at the strange style of clothes on Ding Mu's body, "It's been a long time since I've seen you dressed like this, after all, Rome no longer exists, originally I thought I would never see it again." But it's a pity that you're bringing bad news, otherwise you would have been very welcome as a guest. ”

Jira's unintentional words made Ding Mu's heart suddenly move, and he tried his best to make his demeanor look natural, but his mind was excited because of the key news revealed by this man.

Although it is not clear what era it is here, from the people he came into contact with, the environmental layout of the city, and what Jira just said, Ding Mu has enough information!

The tithing deacons, the panic of the pagan raids, and the misunderstanding of the defunct Rome and the mention of Crete all gave Timmu a rough idea of his time.

In this era, Byzantium, which had inherited for thousands of years, should have just fallen, the Ottoman Empire was full of ambitions, and Europa, which had experienced a long dark age, was about to show its charm in a dawn of her own.

Thinking of this, Ding Mu's heart stirred, he never thought that he would see such a world, let alone that he would become a part of this world.

"I forgot to ask you, what's your name?" After walking far away, Gila suddenly remembered the question that had been asked at the beginning.

"Me?" Ding Mu was stunned when he was asked, and when he didn't know how to answer, he suddenly saw a few vague letters on the corners of the robe on his body, and then his heart moved.

"Alexander," Ding Mu said slowly, "my name is Alexandre Juliant Cambrai." ”

Alexander, the name embroidered on the hem of the robe, although I don't know if it is the body itself, can be used to prevaricate, as for the surname on the back, it is from a book he read......