Sophia was pushed to the ground with a look of surprise on her face.

She never imagined that Ding Mu would treat her so roughly, her body hit the pillar of the porch, and then rolled to Sophia, who was in the corner, and was stunned, but her cry was instantly drowned out by the exclamations and shouts of the crowd around her.

Ding Mu didn't know if the dagger he threw had hit the target, although he had also learned to throw knives with Sophia during this time, he might indeed need talent, in short, no brave Bohemian had dared to use him as a target for practice so far.

But that was enough, his sudden action obviously disturbed the assassins, the sudden commotion caused people to scream and panic, just when the shouts sounded, the crossbow arrow that was originally aimed at the street had already been caught off guard by the shooter panicked and did not know where to fly, when the wooden staircase above his head just sounded the sound of hurried footsteps, the Spanish guards who heard the news and rushed through the crowd had already pressed Ding Mu to the ground, and as a few feet stomped on him, more guards pushed away the bewildered people next to him, and rushed towards the second floor with a roar.

Ding Mu's face was pressed tightly to the ground, the dust was all over his face, and a sharp long sword was on his neck, and the cold blade stimulated his skin with pimples, which could cut his throat at any time.

"Ah~" Sophia screamed and tried to pounce but was rudely pushed away by one of the guards, it was clear that this bohemian woman was not a big person in their eyes.

The Assassins had apparently prepared their way out, and although they had been sabotaged by Dingmu, and the Spanish guards were not slow, they rushed to the second floor and found nothing but empty rooms and open windows leading to the back streets.

A pair of delicate cowhide boots landed in front of Ding Mu's eyes, and he barely raised his head, but he could only see a few buttons connected to the trouser leg at the cuff of the boot.

"Don't be too rude," a slightly exotic voice came, and then Ding Mu was suddenly grabbed by the shoulders and pulled up from the ground, "My lord wants to meet him." ”

Only then did Ding Mu see the person's appearance clearly.

This is a middle-aged man in his thirties, and what impresses Ding Mu is the two obvious and often modified mustaches on his lips, the slightly curled beard, and the exotic hood on his head, like a huge shower hat that has just been worn out of the bathroom.

The hat obviously used a lot of cloth, so much so that because of the weight, a large part of the hat could only hang softly on the back of his head, which made Ding Mu think of something bad.

This person's clothes are also very strange, the left and right plackets are not aligned, but staggered from each other, and even the hem of the jacket is uneven, as if he was in a hurry to button the wrong button.

The guards pushed Ding Mu and followed the man through the crowd to the street, at this time the Spanish Guards had completely blocked the street, and the people around were nervously whispering, and there was another whisper in the crowd when they saw Ding Mu.

"Behold, Bohemians!"

"Are the heretics going to assassinate Lord Gomez?"

"They should all be hanged."

"No, they don't have tripods, they should set up a fire, like the queen did in Castile."

Listening to people's discussions, Ding Mu was actually very nervous in his heart, he knew that issuing a warning was a risk, but he had to give it a shot.

After all, when he chose to come to Palermo, he never thought of mixing in this era in a daze.

In addition, the crossbow arrow also tangled Ding Mu's mind, he couldn't forget that it all started because Kunto brought him out of Saint Sebalon, and the crossbow arrow with the same style as the short crossbow used by Kunto was the same as his advice before he died, so that Ding Mu decided to take the risk and call the police.

Passing through a wall of guards, Ding Mu was brought to Don Gomez.

Julián Don Gómez, the court minister of the Kingdom of Sicily, was a fat man with a small stature and a fat body, although it was already difficult for people of his age to maintain his size, but in fact, according to some rumors, the palace minister was completely due to his preference for all kinds of sweets.

On the whole, however, he was still a good man who was recognized as a fair and noble man, and he faithfully fulfilled his duty while the king and his wife were fighting against each other in the Iberian Peninsula with their relatives and pure enemies.

Don Gomez had already dismounted from his horse, and it was obviously unwise to still ride on it at this time, and if you looked closely, you would see that because of his obesity, the armor that Gomez should have worn during the march was actually only made of a few large armor leaves sewn on the outside of a large coat, and although this armor looked majestic from a distance, it actually did not serve any purpose, and even a spear could easily pierce those thin pieces of armor.

"Let me see who disturbed my march," Gomez was not alarmed or overly angry despite the sudden accident, he looked at Ding Mu for a moment before saying to the man before, "What's the matter, Obins, this is a child?" ”

"A very dangerous child," said the man named Obans, handing Gomez the dagger that the guards had thrown at Dingmu and another dagger that had been found on him. ”

"I was saved by a bohemia?" Gomez looked at Ding Mu again in surprise, and then beckoned to the side.

A soldier brought up a bloody crossbow arrow.

"An unlucky guy was shot, but look at this, I really have to thank this bohemian."

"Armor-piercing head?" With a slightly exaggerated look of surprise and unease on his face, O'Bens took Gomez's hand and kissed it vigorously, "My lord, this must be God and Jesus Christ bless you, and this Easter is destined to be your lucky day." ”

"I guess there's a guardian angel protecting me," Gomez frowned, "but why hold him and let him go, I'm going to reward this young man," he said, smiling a little teasingly, "though he's a bohemian." ”

"I'm sorry my lord, I'm not bohemian," Ding Mu felt that it was time for him to say something, he risked even losing his head, but it wasn't for the sake of getting a reward and a few more meals and drinks, "Although you have a noble status, I still want you to apologize to me." ”

Gong Xiang's plump and round face showed a look of surprise, he looked at Obans next to him with some surprise, and then looked at Ding Mu: "Your courage is really not small, no wonder you dare to sabotage the plot to assassinate me, then tell me who you are." But I warn you, young man, that if you lie, you'll lose your head. ”

As much as he could, he recalled some descriptions that he didn't know he had read from there, and then Ding Mu threw his arms behind his left hand and half a circle with his right hand, and then bowed down, "Alexandre Juliant Cambrai, from Crete, willing to serve you." ”

Gomez looked at the young man bowing in front of him with some surprise, and then he suddenly asked the entourage next to him without a clue: "Can anyone tell me, where did this little guy learn this strange etiquette?" ”

Hearing Gomez say this, Ding Mucai suddenly remembered that it seemed that his way of saluting has not yet appeared in this era, and it will not become popular until nearly 200 years later.

In desperation, Ding Mu had no choice but to deliberately show a wry smile: "My lord, I am a Roman." ”

"Oh~" Gomez's face immediately showed an expression of understanding, and the look that revealed the meaning of "so it is" reminded Ding Mu of what he looked like when the British heard that the other party was French.

"Okay kid, I'd like to apologize if that's the case," Gomez nodded to Dingmu, "Come on, you go with Orbins, let him find you a place to clean up first, and then I'll meet you." ”

Ding Mu knew that it was almost time to step down, and what would happen next was not his business.

Suddenly, a familiar "Ahh The shout sounded from the crowd, and Ding Mu turned his head to see Sophia, who was blocked by the guards in the crowd and was desperately waving her arms towards him.

At this moment, the panicked look on the girl's face pierced Ding Mu's heart deeply, and he instinctively raised his hand to respond, but finally put down his arm.

Glancing deeply at Sophia again, Ding Mu shook his head at her with a few invisible movements, then turned around and walked forward with the guards.

I'm sorry Sophia, I can't take you away, at least not yet!

Sophia's swinging arms were fixed in the air, with a stunned look on her face, she didn't understand why Ding Mu didn't respond to her, and why she turned her head away when she saw her.

The 12-year-old girl seems to have become the orphan who was lonely because of her father's expulsion at this moment, but this time, the person who left her was not reluctant, but ruthlessly abandoned her!

The crowd around her began to disperse quickly because the blockade was lifted, and only Sophia stood alone in the middle of the road, at this moment, she seemed to be abandoned by the whole world.

The Sicilian royal palace occupies a small area, and compared with the palaces of other city-states that pride themselves on the accumulation of luxury and condensation of art, the Sicilian royal palace is more simple, ancient, and dignified.

Historically, the palace was surrounded by a thick wall with distinctly Arabic battlements and rows of black perforations excavated later, proving that the palace also served as a defense against foreign enemies.

In fact, the Sicilian royal palace has been devastated by more than one war, the most recent of which was the riots that took place two centuries ago on Easter night in 1282.

It was after that incident that the Kingdom of Aragon took the opportunity to drive out the Normans who occupied Sicily at that time and became the masters of Sicily.

Easter not only has a completely different meaning for Sicilians, but it has also become a special day with a certain taboo in the minds of many people.

This apprehensive Easter has been around for more than two hundred years, until 1496, when many people are reminded of that night of turmoil, restlessness, bloodshed and carnage two centuries ago.

Julián Don Gómez, the Sicilian Palace, was one of them.

When Ding Mu followed his retinue named Osborne into the palace, he saw a large number of soldiers already gathered in the palace gardens and the corridors on both sides.

From the faces of those soldiers who were vaguely murderous, Ding Mu seemed to have smelled the bloody smell of the Sicilian Evening Prayer Incident a long time ago.

Osborne arranged Ding Mu in a large room and hurried away, seeing the two guards outside the door, Ding Mu could probably guess that he was actually under surveillance.

However, Don Gomez is not a harsh person, and soon someone brought Ding Mu wine and a plate of finely sliced mutton, eating this meal may be his last supper, Ding Mu casually looked around, and soon he found a "coincidence" that he didn't know if it was a coincidence.

A large oil painting hung on the wall of the room, and Ding Mu soon realized that he had seen this masterpiece that would later be considered a treasure in the Norman palace.

It is a painting full of realism, a woman clearly dressed in centuries-old clothes is half-open, prostrate on the ground with a painful expression, her bare arms stretched out in front of her as if to indict her misfortune, and beside the woman, a man is angrily plunging his sword into the chest of a prodigal Norman, and around these people, there are more Sicilians who seem to have their anger and humiliation expressed in their faces, and in front of them, a large number of Norman corpses that have been deliberately dyed black are thrown to the ground.

This is the famous Sicilian Evening Prayer Incident, a horrific massacre caused by a drunken Norman Frenchman insulting a Sicilian woman who was attending an evening prayer procession on the streets of Palermo on Easter night in 1285.

In that massacre, dozens of French people, including the man named Duené, who had run into trouble because he couldn't control his belt, were chopped to pieces by the angry Sicilian people, and then the turmoil swept through Palermo and all of Sicily.

In the end, the revolt turned into a rebellion against all the Normans who ruled Sicily at the time.

That upheaval changed the rule of a dynasty over Sicily, so what will happen today bring?

Ding Mu took a sip of wine, which warmed his body slightly, and at the same time made his brain turn faster.

Now he has entered the palace as he wished, but this is still too far from the so-called success.

The bolt was always in the back of Dingmu's mind, and he remembered the crossbow he had hidden in the gypsy camp.

Before coming out, he asked Sophia to hide the crossbow somewhere outside the caravan so that it would not be discovered.

If Gomez sends someone to search the camp, as long as Sofia doesn't say it, she won't be found.

But will Sophia understand his mind? Ding Mu was a little worried.

He couldn't forget Sophia's disappointed eyes, but he really couldn't take her away at this time.

The door opened, and Osborne walked in.

Speaking of which, to Ding Mu's surprise, Osborne, who seemed to be a confidant of the palace, was actually a tailor.

That's probably why his clothes look so unique.

As soon as he entered the door, Osborne said enthusiastically: "Child, my friends want to meet you, especially Priest Alfonso. “