Don Ofaruch stood up, patted the triangular eye on the shoulder, and said, "Silly boy, the Sicilian proverb also says that the villain gave you a grape because he wanted to get the watermelon in your hand, and you made a mistake. ”

Then Ofarucci turned and walked towards the inner room, waving his hand as he went, and said, "Get rid of the guest outside the door, and tell him not to come to me again." As for those who have made mistakes, let them suffer the punishment they deserve. ”

When the thugs on both sides of the manor heard Ofarucci's words, two of them walked out the door, and the rest circled the triangular eye.

Triangle Eye's face suddenly turned pale, he made a mistake, as the most powerful Don in the mafia, Ofarucci didn't care about any petty profits at all. He is about to pay some dearly price for this mistake.

"Don Ofarucci!" Just then, a voice suddenly came from outside the manor, shouting Don Ofarucci's name.

Triangle Eye turned his head to see Rambo crashing into the people next to him and rushing inside, and the wooden box he had been carrying was also thrown on the ground by him.

The thugs next to them looked cold, and pulled out a thick, long, cylindrical object from their arms. This is an Italian mafia's homemade earthen gun, the barrel is thick enough to stuff a walnut, and you can imagine how many flames can be filled inside.

It is better to call it an earthen cannon than an earthen gun, and if it is fired at close range, the power can even directly shatter the human body.

Several thugs drew their pistols and aimed them at Rambo, and as soon as they pulled the trigger, Rambo would be smashed into a mess of flesh.

It was at this time that Don Ofarucci finally raised his right hand and ordered, "Wait first. With that, he turned to look at Rambo again.

The murderous thug also stopped his movements and stood aside silently. However, the earthen guns were not put away, and they were still in their hands.

"Young man, you have a lot of courage, what is your name?" Don Ofarucci asked with interest as he looked at Rambo.

Rambo shook off the thug beside him, took a step forward, bowed deeply and said with respect: "Dear Don Ofaruchi, I'm Rambo of Sicily, and I have something important to ask you for help with." ”

Don Ofarucci had a surprised expression on his face, he looked at Rambo carefully, and then asked suspiciously, "Sicily?" But my friend said you were from Vienna. ”

"Yes, I'm from Vienna, but I'm a true Sicilian, and this will always be my hometown." When he said the second half of the sentence, Rambo used the local Sicilian dialect, and the content was also from a local folk song.

Don Ofarucci finally got a little interested in Rambo, he went back to his rocking chair and lay down, looked at Rambo and said, "Well, whether what you say is true or not, I will allow you to talk about yourself." ”

However, Rambo didn't say anything, but first took out an envelope from his arms, handed it to the thug next to him, and handed it to Don Ofarucci.

Ofarucci took the letter, glanced at it and threw it on the table beside him, and then said with a smile: "Young man, 50,000 gold coins of Kild can't mean anything, and it won't save your life, so you should think about something else." ”

"No, Dear Don Ofarucci, I have taken out this letter only to prove that I am not joking or vexatious, and I hope you will believe what I say."

After saying this, Rambo told Don Ofarucci everything Eugen had told him about him, including the prediction of the disease, and the possible harm.

Although Rambo has been as streamlined as possible, he still talked for nearly half an hour.

For half an hour, Don Ofarucci did not say a word, but just lay in a rocking chair and closed his eyes. If it weren't for the fact that he would have put a glucose in his mouth from the side, Rambo would have thought he was asleep.

"Then I came here to you, hoping that you would help us, and that of Italy, of Europe. Respectfully, Don Ofarucci. ”

The triangular eyes on the side listened to what Rambo said, his eyes widened in surprise, he couldn't imagine that Rambo was actually for this, he originally thought that Rambo wanted to come here to do business.

Don Ofarucci put a grape in his mouth again, then spit out the remaining skins and seeds from his mouth to the side.

"If it weren't for these 50,000 kilds, I would have thrown you into the hands of those clergymen and let them burn you as a heretic!" Don Ofarucci said viciously, with a hint of disdain in his tone.

Ofarucci straightened up, stared at Rambo and scolded, "As for now, I believe that what you said is true. But how can I believe that the things you predicted will happen, and not the ramblings of your master in the heat of his time. ”

Faced with Ofarucci's question, Rambo suddenly fell silent, and he really had no way to answer.

Because when he asked Eugen why, Eugen only told him that it was God's guidance. Rambo knew that if he said the same, he would definitely be shattered by the muskets in the hands of the thugs around him.

Eugen is not God after all, and he could not have predicted that the words he concealed at the time would be the fatal curse for today's Rambo.

Right now, Rambo knows that he can only think on his own and give Ofarucci a suitable reason.

A moment passed, and just when Ofarucci was waiting a little impatiently, Rambo's eyes lit up, and he suddenly said, "Add City!" Dear Mr. Don Ofarucci, if you inquire about the recent events in the city of Gafa and think about the connection, you will understand the truth! ”

Listening to Rambo talk about Buffalo City, Ofaruch finally lost that fierce feeling on his face, but showed a thoughtful look. As the leader of the mafia, and living near Messina, he certainly knew the place in the city of Gafa.

Among other things, in the port of Messina, there are quite a few ships going to the city of Gafa. On board, the ships were loaded with the goods of Italian merchants.

"Alex, do you know what's going on in Gafa City lately, it looks like I haven't seen the ships from Gafa City return to port in a while." Ofarucci asked as he turned to a middle-aged man standing beside him.

Before, Rambo thought that this was also a thug under Ofarucci, but now it seems that his identity may be more than that.

In fact, every mafia leader will have an "adviser" by his side to assist him in his work. This Mr. Alex is, of course, Don Ofarucci's advisor.

"Dear Tang, it seems that there are indeed some problems in the addition of law recently."