A glimmer of morning light came in through the narrow window overhead, and the sky was getting brighter.

Perhaps because of Osborne's previous reminder, Perron didn't show up again, and the night was quiet except for the footsteps of the guards patrolling outside the cell and the painful moans echoing through the corridors.

Sophia was obviously frightened, and despite her rugged and active personality characteristic of a gypsy, she was a 12-year-old child, and what had happened in the previous night was not only terrible for her, but also haunted her like a nightmare, so that she curled up in Ding Mu's arms all night and refused to leave.

But even so, I woke up several times at night, and it wasn't until almost dawn that I slowly fell asleep because of exhaustion.

Ding Mu leaned his back against the corner, holding Sophia with one arm, letting her lean on his shoulder, because half of his body was already a little numb after a long time.

He looks calm on the outside, but in fact he is not at all calm inside.

The sudden discovery of the crossbow brought him an unexpected and huge crisis, and Perón's attempt to insult Sofia in front of him drove him into a corner, and in this near-total despair, he had to grasp the last straw, which was the identity of Giorre Modillo, whom he had not yet known what he represented.

If it weren't for the death threat, Ding Mu would not have exposed that name easily.

From the moment he realized that the abbot of the monastery of San Sebalong had asked him to pretend to be Mordillo, he knew that he might be in a big trouble, and then the attack on the fishing village at night and the series of encounters that led to Kunto's inexplicable death in the end made Ding Mu know that maybe the Modillo who was still locked up in the basement of the monastery was not an ordinary monk.

Although Ding Mu did not know that Modillo had died on the shore outside the back wall of the monastery the night before he left, he could guess from all indications that someone would deliberately hide such a person in a remote Sicilian monastery, and the fact that it was enough to say a lot in itself.

Obviously, no matter who he is, there are people who don't want Modillo to be discovered, and more importantly, there are people who are looking for him.

Whether it was Gomez or Alfonso, Ding Mu was very clever not to say that he was from San Sebaron when he talked about his origins before, because he didn't know if the people who attacked Kunto in the fishing village had followed him all the way to the monastery, and if so, although those people had already been killed by Kunto, it was possible to send someone to reveal Kunto's whereabouts to others before that, otherwise they would not be attacked again in Arszhento, and Ding Mu could see that Kunto was obviously a very cautious person along the way. However, when he met people, he encountered a plot, which shows that his enemies are well aware of his whereabouts.

So who is Modiglo, what will be the result if this identity is exposed, and what kind of enemies does he have?

A series of questions let Ding Mu know that it was not reckless but stupid to try to use Modillo before he found out his identity!

Because of this, Ding Mu decided to live in this world as another insignificant identity all the time, but now he has no choice, the name Modillo has become the last chance for him and Sophia to live, but what will happen next, he really doesn't know.

Ding Mu knew that he was making a desperate bet, maybe things would eventually develop in the opposite direction he hoped for, if that was the case, he could only say that fate had mocked him fiercely.

The only good sign was that he revealed this matter to Osborne, and when he thought that the tailor would be so unbelievable to many people in the future, Ding Mu had a ridiculous idea in his mind, as if Osborne's sudden favor in the future might have something to do with the things he revealed to him.

Ding Mu shook his head, trying not to be disturbed by these strange thoughts, no matter what happened next, he had to be careful to deal with it, otherwise the slightest carelessness might lead to great disaster.

Will the tailor tell Gomez what he told him, and will Gomez send someone to San Sebaron to find out the truth?

Ding Mu quickly pondered in his heart, if apart from the dead Kuntuo, the only person in this world who knew his true identity was the abbot.

Will the Dean betray him?

Ding Mu soon rejected this idea, and it was clear from the letter that the abbot asked him to bring to the bishop's palace that it was clear that the abbot and Kunto wanted to use him to impersonate the real Modillo, who had gone completely insane, and he even suspected that if he had made it all the way to Palermo, Kunto might have attacked him.

Because after all, he is not the real Modillo, and those two people made such an imposter farce precisely to cover up the fact that Modillo has become a madman, so once he is determined to be Modiglo, he will be useless to Kunto, on the contrary, in order to prevent being exposed, killing him seems to be the most effective way.

Thinking about it now, Kunto's death saved his life, Ding Mu gently moved his numb shoulders to change to a slightly more comfortable position, but this seemed to disturb Sophia, the girl's nose let out an impatient snort, and then rubbed her head hard into Ding Mu's shoulder socket, and squeezed her body into his arms twice, and then continued to sleep satisfied.

Ding Mu gently lowered his head and kissed Sophia's sideburns, and then looked at the closed prison door.

What will happen next, and what kind of fate will await the two of them when that prison door opens again?

Just then, he faintly heard footsteps.

It was not an aimless stroll of the guards, but a very direct and crisp walk, and the footsteps were getting louder and closer, apparently towards the innermost cell.

Ding Mu's spirit immediately perked up, he withdrew his arm and patted Sophia on the shoulder, and at the same time quickly clenched the dagger hidden beside him, he never intended to be captured obediently.

"Sophia, listen, no matter what happens, I will not abandon you."

Ding Mu whispered in the girl's ear, he didn't know if this was a dry oath between men and women, but at this time he felt that the girl next to him was the closest person he was in the world, and he could do anything for her!

Sophia's small mouth opened nervously, and then suddenly grabbed Ding Mu's neck and kissed him hard.

If Sophia's kiss before was more of a child's naughtiness, now this kiss with a fiery and slightly revealing tongue makes Ding Mu feel that it comes from a small wife.

The cell door opened, and Perón walked in.

The captain's eyes were red, and his yellow eye sockets were bloodshot, and it was clear that he hadn't slept well all night.

"Come with me," Perron said in a low voice, his eyes pausing at Sophia, who was clinging to Dingmu, before adding "both of you come, there's someone waiting for you outside." ”

Ding Mu's nervous heart relaxed slightly, and Perron's lack of cruelty made him realize that things didn't get worse immediately, but this should not be taken lightly, and more important difficulties were ahead.

The moment he came out of the dungeon, Ding Mu felt a sense of relief from hell, although he was about to face an even more difficult test, he still stopped and turned to look at the iron door of the dungeon that was half-buried underground, and the tunnel leading to the bottom from here was like a real entrance to hell.

"Are you nostalgic for the taste inside?" Peron pushed Ding Mu impatiently, "If you are lucky, you have enough time to reminisce, and if you are unlucky, you will soon be able to enjoy it again again, so don't delay the time and leave quickly." ”

"If I'm a little luckier, maybe there's a chance to see you enjoy that taste inside." Ding Mu met Peron's eyes and said unabashedly.

Peron's face was even more gloomy and ugly, from Ding Mu's words, he knew that the festival between himself and this young man was definitely the kind that could not be solved, and now he only hoped that this young man's luck was really not so good.

Osborne's figure appeared far away on the other side of the patio, he was holding a few brand-new clothes in his hands, and he habitually wore a tape measure around his neck.

"My friend, are you sleeping well?" The tailor said hello from afar, and when he walked side by side with Ding Mu, he deliberately looked at Sophia next to him, "It seems that Lady Neodora is going to be angry, you actually rejected that lady so indifferently last night, and asked me to lie for you that it was an adult who wanted to see you." ”

Ding Mu looked at Osborne with a little astonishment, and when he saw his slightly blinking eyes, Ding Mu immediately understood what the tailor meant.

Apparently Gomez didn't want anyone else to know about his dungeon the night before.

"I'm sorry Captain, let me take him to meet your lordship next," Osborne bowed slightly to Perron, "Please rest assured, your lord already knows that he used his name to deceive Lady Niodora, so I came to take him to make amends to my lordship." ”

Perón stared at Osborne with an ugly face, he looked down on this lowly tailor from the bottom of his heart, and he believed that the entire Sicilian royal palace as long as there were nobles with some status hated this person from the heart, but he was a close confidant of Gomez, which made many people disgusted, but they could only try their best to please him.

"Then you'd better keep an eye on him and don't let him get into trouble again." Peron said deliberately, then turned around and strode away with a vigorous flick of the short green velvet cloak studded with gold trim.

"Listen well, don't speak," the smile on the tailor's face disappeared as soon as Perron walked away, and he deliberately slowed down and said quickly, "I have already told your lord about those things, and you know what I am talking about." So when you meet with adults, you just have to admit it honestly, and I'll check the rest. Speaking of this, Osborne lowered his voice and said fiercely, "Listen, if you lie to me, I won't let you go, and you won't be able to run away, because soon you'll know what's going on." ”

Ding Mu was stunned, he vaguely guessed something.

"You really said that you moved the palace minister?" Although there is no doubt about Osborne's ability to influence Gomez, now that he can influence Gomez's decision to such an extent, Ding Mu has to admit that it is indeed no coincidence that this person can become a hot figure in the Spanish court in the future.

"So now you just have to answer those questions honestly."

Ding Mu stood in front of Gomez again, and he noticed that the palace minister's expression seemed to have gotten worse overnight, or that many people had not slept well last night.

"Alfonso, is it?" Gomez had the troublesome crossbow in front of him, his fingers tapping on the handle, and his eyes were gloomy, "Do you know how terrible this accusation is, Alfonso is a high-ranking cleric in Castile. ”

"Your lady is a great nobleman of Castile." The tailor who was measuring the size of the palace phase muttered disapprovingly.

"Shut up," Gomez angrily shook his fist at Osborne, "If it weren't for the clothes you made to satisfy me, I would have sent you to the quarry to do hard labor." ”

The tailor didn't seem to care about the palace minister's curses, and he still took a tape measure and measured the palace minister's body.

"I heard that you fought against Perón yesterday for that bohemian woman," Gong Xiang reached out and grabbed Ding Mu's chin and looked back at the wounds on his face, "Perón is a terrible person, I think he must be thinking about how to torture you now." ”

"I don't care, if he wants to move Sophia, I'll fight with him." Ding Mu deliberately said loudly.

"Look at Osborne, that's love," Gomez pouted sarcastically to the tailor, "do you think he's trustworthy?" ”

"It depends on whom," said the tailor, "If I said I could die for a woman, I guess you would hang me on the tower and dry me." ”

"Haha, that's a good Osborne," Gomez laughed, "I know you, you've never been sincere with women." Saying that, the smile on Gong Xiang's face slowly disappeared, and he looked at Ding Mu seriously, "You said that you got this short crossbow from a person who brought you out of the monastery, and I will send someone to check this, so how is this person now?" ”

"Dead sir, his name is Kunto," Ding Mu said truthfully, "I don't know why they killed him, but the abbot asked me to send a letter to the Episcopal Palace in Palermo, but the letter was also lost." But you can send someone to find out about this, and the abbot of the Monastery of St. Sebarong can testify for me. ”

"A letter, a man named Kunto, an assassination attempt against me, and Alfonso," Gong Xiang began to walk back and forth in a circle, and the circle became bigger and bigger "You~, it's you," Gong Xiang suddenly stopped and pointed at Ding Mu, "I want you to go back to Alfonso and continue to be an errand for him, and then tell me what you heard from him." Don't try to run away, I'll send someone to keep an eye on you, and as for you, the woman will stay, and I'll let her come back to you when it's done, and if you dare to run away or tell Alfonso, I'll hand her over to Perron, and you know what he's going to do to her. ”

Ding Mu was angry, he didn't expect this Sicilian palace minister to use Sophia to blackmail him so despicably, but he couldn't help but admit that the palace minister had caught his weakness this time.

There was no way he could give up Sophia.

Whether it's a good person or a naivety, he can't do it, and he is reluctant to abandon Sophia!

"And you," said the minister, pointing to the tailor again, "this matter is what you promised me, then you will keep an eye on him for me, and if he wants to escape, you will hand him over to Peron." ”

"Yes, sir." Osborne nodded absently, and then went on to work on the needles and threads in his hands.

"Alexandre Juliant Cambrai," Gong Xiang narrowed his eyes and looked at Ding Mu, "You have already entered the dungeon once, if you don't want to go in and rot in it again, just be obedient." ”

Gong Xiang's words made Ding Mu's heart skip a beat, and he looked at Osborne, met with a pair of sly eyes.

The previous speculation was confirmed, and the tailor did not tell the palace minister the most crucial thing!