The blue sea is like a beautiful carpet that does not stop undulating, and the white waves are the speckled texture that dots the carpet, and when the wooden boat sails in, the fine waves "embroider" a little white flowers on the bow of the boat, and under the reflection of the same washing sky, it seems that the whole world is reflected in a blue.

The sun shines on the body and looks warm, but the splash of water slaps on the face, which makes it look extremely cold.

When the weather is good, the scenery of the Mediterranean Sea is very charming, and the boat is very pleasant, although fishing in the Mediterranean is not the best livelihood for fishermen, but in the eyes of merchants, the Mediterranean Sea is a rare gift from God.

Unlike the adventurers of Aragon or Castile, travelers in the Mediterranean are always cautious and refuse to allow themselves to take a step deeper into the ocean.

The ruggedness of the coastline provides enough safe havens for travellers to always find a safe haven in bad weather, or a village with a hot soup, which is a delight for those who travel on the Mediterranean.

So for many sailors, venturing to the remote and dangerous African and mysterious Atlantic Ocean is somewhat too crazy.

Giannini skillfully steered his beloved fishing boat, which was not suitable for long travel, and for the sake of the few gold coins, he didn't care about running a little longer.

The merchant, Kunto, did not speak much, and when he got on the boat, he found a comfortable place to sit down, wrapped himself tightly in a blanket, put on his wide-brimmed hat, and began to snooze with only one face exposed.

Jonini would glance at this person from time to time, but he spent more time "competing" with Ding Mu.

At the beginning, when he saw Ding Mu, Giannini almost gave up this very good business.

In Giannini's eyes, Ding Mu had obviously become the devil with two horns on his head, black wings on his back, and pointed nose and ears, and if it weren't for looking at him dressed as a monk, Jonini would have almost deducted a few pieces of salt from the board of the boat and smashed it.

Even so, before going to sea, Giannini went to the docks to find a guy who sold icons and indulgence charms, and bought a few knick-knacks to wear on his body at a good price.

So along the way, Giannini's eyes always revolved around Ding Mu, as if he would overturn his poor boat at any moment.

Ding Mu didn't care about the hot eyes that Jonini always cast over as if looking at "true love", he was thinking about what to do in the future.

Ding Mu naturally didn't think that he really wanted to be the servant of this Kuntuo all the time, and he was somewhat suspicious that there was some unknown secret between the abbot and Kunto, and he didn't know who and what might be involved in this secret, but it was obvious that the abbot asked him to travel in the name of Modillo, which was somewhat abnormal.

If he was really a Greek boy named Alexandre Juliant Cambrai, he might not have doubted the abbot's rhetoric, and even wept with gratitude, but in fact Ding Mu not only had no so-called relatives to look for, but also was not an ignorant child as people speculated, so he soon smelled some kind of conspiracy.

It's just that this is a rare and safe opportunity to leave Saint Sebalong, so Ding Mucai decided to seize this opportunity.

However, after two days at sea, except for the fact that Giannini always looked at him with that kind of "caring for the mentally retarded", everything went well.

Because of the lack of a partner, Ding Mu became Giannini's temporary helper, and in the past two days, while he learned how to buckle the straight sail, he gradually became aware of the current situation in Sicily.

In today's Italy, it was a chaotic era when the aristocracy was divided and conquered each other, and Sicily was the period of the so-called "coexistence of the two Sicilian kingdoms".

What puzzled Ding Mu, a promising young man who had been influenced by the idea of great unification since he was a child, was that a king who was far away on the other side of the Mediterranean Sea and sounded like he couldn't beat it not only inherited the throne of the largest island in the Mediterranean, but also took the initiative to divide this place into two parts for his sons to inherit separately.

Of course, this was many years ago, when the king of Sicily was Ferdinand of Aragon, and Palermo was the capital and bishopric of a kingdom where almost no king of its own had been seen.

Thinking of the diocese, Ding Mu sneaked into his pocket, which contained a letter from the abbot to the bishop of Palermo.

"Give me some water," Kunto, who was sitting in the back, suddenly spoke, his eyes staring at Ding Mu for a moment, and then pressing his wet hat on the top of his head, "Hurry up." ”

Ding Mu took out the clay kettle from the wooden grid under the plank and handed it over, and when his hand and Kun Tuo unintentionally touched, the other party's hand instantly tightened, and the kettle was suddenly taken away.

"Where are we?" Kun Tuo returned the kettle to Ding Mu and suddenly asked again.

"Soon to Kleche," said Giannini, looking up the coast, "if the wind doesn't change, maybe we'll be in time for a hot dinner in Kleche." ”

"Then call me then." Kunto said as he stretched the blanket, and covered his head and face completely with his hat, as if he had fallen asleep again.

Seeing that he was motionless, Ding Mu always had a feeling that as long as he was slightly surprised, this person would suddenly jump up.

Although he doesn't go far often, Giannini is still familiar with the route, when the coastline is about to be shrouded in darkness and the sea begins to become rough and stormy, Giannini's boat sails into a slightly recessed harbor, looking at the lights of the fishing village getting closer and closer on the shore, Giannini cracked his mouth and whistled: "We have arrived at the place, the village of Kolecce, this place has everything we need, grilled fish, beer and warm beds, we can sleep comfortably here tonight, You know, we have a long way to go from tomorrow. ”

Kunto, who had never spoken, looked at the approaching fishing village and nodded, "This is a good place", grabbed the burden in his hand, and stood at the bow of the boat.

By this time, the sky had almost completely darkened, and Kunto's back was a little blurry against the lights of the fishing village in the distance, and looking at his background, Giannini's eyes suddenly widened, as if he had discovered some secret.

Then he waved his hand to Ding Mu and continued to say with a big grin: "Hurry up and help me, we still have to rush to dinner." ”

There is more to the village of Kletce than grilled fish and beer and warm beds, where Giannini is clearly a celebrity, and when he is greeted affectionately when he is seen, when the two plump women immediately let out a cry of joy at the sight of Giannini, Ding Mu understands the meaning of his whistle.

"You're very popular here," Quinto looked around, and Giannini took them to a good-looking inn in the fishing village, where he was greeted more warmly, but Kunto obviously didn't want to join in the excitement, but chose a table in the corner, and ate dinner with Ding Mu in silence, until Giannini came back with a mouth full of wine, "It seems that you know everyone here." ”

Giannini wiped the flesh from the corner of his mouth and laughed: "I used to stay here for a while, when I was young, I just ran out of the house, you know young people like to get into trouble everywhere. ”

Kunto nodded as if in understanding, and then stopped talking.

"I'll have you get a place to stay, but only two people can be huddled together," Gianni looked back at the counter, where a plump woman was winking at him, and he had an ambiguous smile on his face, "I'm not coming back in the evening, I'll come and call you tomorrow morning, and I wish you a good night's sleep." ”

After saying that, he grinned and bared out a mouth full of yellow teeth, squeezed through the crowd, and walked towards the woman who was like a sapy cow.

The two followed the innkeeper through a narrow hallway into a room next to the inside.

The room was basic, with nothing but a bed and a chair that looked fairly sturdy.

Kunto threw his burden onto the bed and lay down in his kimono, and soon there was a muffled snoring.

Although he had a lot of questions in his heart, fatigue made Ding Mu also feel heavy eyelids, and he soon fell asleep.

In his sleep, Ding Mu suddenly felt short of breath, he suddenly opened his eyes, and immediately saw Kunto's face close to him, and his mouth was being covered by Kunto's hands!

Ding Mu was taken aback, and just wanted to resist, but felt a sudden coldness in his neck.

A sharp dagger was at his throat!

"Shh......h

Kunto raised his short sword and made a silent motion, and at the same time, Ding Mu heard an almost inaudible "creaking" sound of prying the deadbolt.

"Don't make a sound," Kun Tuo whispered in Ding Mu's ear, and pointed in the direction of the door, seeing that Ding Mu was not struggling, Kun Tuo let go slightly, and then slowly let go of him, "Go and hide, someone is coming." ”

Ding Mu nodded slightly, although he didn't know what was happening, he understood that this was not a good sign.

In these turbulent times, when illness or war could cost their lives, it was not uncommon for travelers to be murdered.

Kunto groped forward in the darkness, his dagger hidden in his wide robes, not a single reflection in sight.

This made Ding Mu reaffirm that this person was by no means an ordinary businessman, at least he was very good at hiding his whereabouts.

The door moved slightly, and then someone kicked it open from the outside with a loud bang!

Two figures burst in!

In the darkness, Ding Mu couldn't see Kunto's movements clearly, only the figure that suddenly appeared from the door and a flash of light.

An intruder let out a scream of pain, and the dagger poked through his side and stabbed into his guts.

The man's shouting continued, and Kunto had abandoned him and pounced on the other.

He slashed at the opponent's neck with an arc of dagger in his hand, and the man instinctively raised his arm to block it.

Surprisingly, the short sword slashed at the opponent's arm but only cut through the sleeve.

Kuntuo was stunned for a moment, the other party had already raised his hand and smashed Kuntuo's shoulder with the hilt of his sword!

All this happened so fast that Ding Mu didn't even react, and the two of them had already fallen to the ground, rolling and scuffling.

Ding Mu, who was hiding behind, vaguely saw the man who had been stabbed by Kunto before on the ground with his sword, struggling to get up.

Although he suspected that Kunto had some conspiracy, he was not allowed to think about it at this time.

He grabbed the chair in his hand and held it high, and the moment it fell, Ding Mu met the man's raised gaze.

Looking at the frightened eyes that could be detected even in the dark night, Ding Mu's hand paused for a moment, and then smashed it hard!

The smell of blood on the tip of his nose in the darkness made Ding Mu's whole body tremble, he never thought that one day he would end a person's life with his own hands.

His shoulders were suddenly grabbed tightly, and Ding Mu instinctively lifted the chair, but his wrists were grabbed.

"Be careful, little one."

Kun Tuo scolded in a low voice, on the ground at his feet, the enemy was already motionless, and as Kun Tuo lit the fish oil lamp, Ding Mu found that the man had a big cut in his neck, and blood was gushing out.

Kunto picked up the dagger the two men were using from the ground, and his face began to look ugly.

They were two short assassination blades in a narrow and triangular shape, and the blades were deliberately sharpened into two rows of grooves near the shield gauntlet, and in the light, the short sword that shone with a cold glow looked intimidating, but it was not as worrying as the look on Kunto's face.

Kunto was a little surprised at first when he saw these two short swords, and then became nervous.

"How is that possible?"

He crouched down to search for the two of them, and when he opened the man's sleeve, he found that the man had a pair of sturdy, stiff cowhide bracers tied to his arms, and he had slashed them with a sword.

When he pulled out a money bag full of kinkini from the pockets they were carrying, Kunto's face became even more ugly.

"Follow me."

He grabbed the package and carried it on his back, beckoned to Ding Mu, and walked out of the room with the oil lamp.

Ding Mu hesitated for a moment, then grabbed another short sword from the ground and followed.

The corridor was quiet, as if the entire inn was still sleeping, unaware of the fight that had just taken place.

Ding Mu clutched the short sword tightly, his heart beating violently, and the unusual silence made him nervous.

Suddenly, Kunto, who had just walked to the front of the stairs, stopped, and at this moment, a figure suddenly fell from the window on the opposite side of the corridor!

The figure hung outside the window and swayed from side to side, and under the moonlight, Ding Mu clearly saw a rope leading to it from his crooked neck.

When the moonlight shone on the man's face, Ding Mu recognized that it was the woman who had exchanged eyebrows with Jonini before!

At this moment, Kun Tuo in front of him suddenly turned around, and with a flash of sword light, Ding Mu immediately fell into darkness!