The sky was blue, dotted with a few white clouds.

There was a slight fishy smell in the air, which was the feeling of seawater.

Wu Xin opened his eyes and found himself in such a beautiful scene.

But Wu Xin didn't have time to care about these scenes, his back was sending a signal of severe pain to his brain because he had slept on the hard deck for too long.

Wu Xin was surprised, he obviously went back to his cabin to sleep after his shift, why did he sleep on the cold and hard deck now?

And there is a problem with the deck, how is it wooden?

No, the whole ship is wooden, and the tonnage does not exceed 100 tons, which is about one-thousandth of the container ship that Wu Xin originally worked on.

He immediately looked at his body, and from his hands, feet, and figure, he seemed to be a teenager.

'Crossed? Wu Xin's heart hesitated for a while, although Wu Xin, whose parents died in his early years, did not have any family, but he had just been appreciated by the shipowner last year to become the first mate, and he could become the captain when the old captain who was nearly seventy years old announced his retirement, and his future was even more limitless.

It's good that I became a seafarer to get to experience all kinds of geography and customs, and now I have more youth to explore the world again, a different world." ’

Wu Xin was trying to adjust his mentality, and someone around him spoke.

"Your Excellency, this is the island of Malta." Along with the words came a fat hand with three rings.

With the pull of this hand, Wu Xin stood up.

The person who pulled him up was dressed as a businessman, and a huge silk robe could not cover his fat body, and his round face was piled with a mercenary smile.

His attitude towards Wu Xin was very respectful.

The fat body, deeply bent ninety degrees, handed a package to Wu Xin with both hands: "Your Excellency, this is the last time I will call you Your Excellency, the past life is over, and you will be Cesare Cibo in the future." It's your luggage, along with your mother's relics and new identification. Your father is also forced to do it, and you don't want to take revenge anymore, those enemies are not something you can deal with, so spend the rest of your life here. Your new identity is the son of an English captain, with infallible paperwork and the ability to withstand the most serious scrutiny, and the other party has assured your father that as long as you do not leave the Knights Hospitaller, they will not trouble you again. ”

Sounds like a disaster avoidance?

After thinking about it, Wu Xin found a way to ask: "I became Cesare Cibo, what about you?" ”

"I'm still Shylock, and who would pay attention to me as a little Venetian merchant." Sherlock's fat face looked surprised, "Don't worry, your father won't leave you alone, I will always take care of you on the island." ”

Then Sherlock smiled and patted Wu Xin's shoulder, his expression and movements were very natural, and his voice was also very soothing: "But after joining the Knights, you can't marry a wife and have children, let alone inherit the family business, in fact, it's also very good, money and power are painful things, and you can find peace of mind when you serve God with peace of mind in the future." ”

If it had been the young man who had listened to this, perhaps he would have believed his nonsense and sought comfort in his religious life.

However, the young man in his eyes has enough experience, and Wu Xin can fully hear the deception and ruthlessness in Sherlock's words.

But of course, he didn't say what he thought, and began to think about how to get out of the island.

As a seafarer, Wu Xin has been to Malta, a small island in the Mediterranean, halfway between Tunisia and Italy.

Even in the twenty-first century, Wu Xin felt that this was a sparsely populated, desolate and boring place, and in this era that looked similar to the Middle Ages, Wu Xin really couldn't imagine how bad it was.

And if you join this knight order, you can't please a wife!

This kind of monk and knight who likes to be who should go, anyway, Wu Xin has no interest at all.

It was the seemingly powerful enemy who worried him a little, but Wu Xin decided to avoid the conflict as much as possible.

Of course Wu Xin won't take revenge, he doesn't even want to know who the enemy is.

He also didn't want to inherit any family business, and he didn't want to know who the parents of this body were.

In short, Wu Xin didn't want to get involved in those things at all.

The world is so big, he just wants to explore to his heart's content, and at the same time, it is entirely possible to build a career with his knowledge of the future.

It's a pity that the island of Malta is too far from China.

Although I don't know the exact date, judging from this wooden sailing ship, the navigation skills are still very backward, and the journey of tens of thousands of nautical miles is too dangerous.

But even if he can't go back to China, he can still experience all kinds of civilizations and explore all kinds of unknowns.

'First look for an opportunity to hide in the hold of a merchant ship, sneak back to the European continent, and if you change your name and surname, where will this enemy of the body find me. With my navigation skills ahead of my time, talents are scarce everywhere! ’

As Wu Xin got off the boat, he was planning how to escape.

"That knight is your guide, I can't go to the Knights' station, let's break up here first, I'll do some small business in the town over there, and I'll come to you after I'm settled." With that, Sherlock picked up his salute and left from the other side of the dock.

Watching his chubby body disappear from sight, Wu Xin followed a knight in armor across the docks.

There were more than a dozen people who were picked up by the knights with Wu Xin, both men and women, all of whom looked like teenagers in their early tens, most of them were shorter than Wu Xin, Wu Xin didn't know how he looked, but his height was at least above the level.

Not a few steps away, Wu Xin faintly heard someone who seemed to be wailing.

After walking some more way, he saw several people tied to trees on the side of the road, which was their wail, and someone was whipping them next to him.

"You all look at it, these people are the ones who have betrayed their faith and want to be deserters." Several attendants told the new boys in different languages why they were being beaten.

Latin, Spanish, French, Polish, German......

'The benefits of crossing? ’

Wu Xin suddenly realized that from the moment he just woke up, Sherlock had changed words when talking to him.

First German, then English, which should be the two languages that the original owner of the body understands.

Now he understood several Latin and Indo-European languages, and in retrospect, just now on the ship, he also understood several Black Continent dialects spoken by the crew.

No matter how erudite the boy is, it is impossible for those crew members to speak in the vernacular of those sailors, which is obviously the reason for the crossing.

Wu Xin is overjoyed, although he has no memory, but this benefit is good enough, even if the business is not going well, with this translation effort, he can easily live a decent life, the more backward the world, the more rare the skill of being able to speak multiple languages.

Even if the escape failed, it was only a beating, although the whip and the miserable wail were indeed terrifying enough.

But in Wu Xin's opinion, these pains are nothing compared to the life of being a monk and knight forever.

But the punishment for running away is more than just a whip.

Less than ten meters behind the tree that held the fugitives tied, there was another tree with many fugitives on it, but they were no longer tied under the tree, but hung from the tree.

Mixed with the rancid stench in the air, the knight who led the team continued to speak in a low and terrifying tone: "Your family has donated money to the Knights, so you don't have to be executed for the first time you escape, but the escapee will never have a chance to become a full-fledged knight, and if you run away again, you will no longer be treated leniently!" Look, that's what happens to those who run away repeatedly! Not only did they lose their honor in life, but they were also not allowed to enter the Heavenly Mountain after they died! ”

The scene on the tree was like hell, and some of the dozen or so corpses looked fresh, some of them were completely rotten and only a skeleton of bones remained, but the rope that hung them had not yet decayed, so it was still floating in the wind.

Underneath the tree, there are dead bones, the remains of the dead from earlier.

The effect of this dismount was excellent, and the teenagers were all pale, so frightened that they couldn't walk steadily, and some even sobbed.

"Coward, what are you crying about!" The cry was of course mercilessly ridiculed and reprimanded by the knights who led the team. "If you don't want to die, you will serve God honestly."

Those shaking corpses also exerted a lot of pressure on Wu Xin, but after taking a deep breath, he quickly calmed down, he had run countless routes to the Middle East, and Somali pirates had seen it several times.

After walking along the dirt road along the coastline for a while, the group came to a fortress.

The outer walls of this fort are more than five meters, and it looks very sturdy, and it is located on a miniature outlying island that is separated from the main island, and is connected to the main island by a drawbridge, but this is not what Wu Xin really paid attention to.

His eyes were completely drawn to the banner on the castle, a half-skeleton with a purple background, and a white forked octagonal hanging from the upper right corner of the skeleton.

The mantle on the rider who led the way also bears this symbol.

Wu Xin thought about it, but he couldn't think of any order in his memory that had the sign of such a strange style.

At this time, the suspension bridge used for passage was not lowered.

"This is the Castle of Sant'Angelo, the headquarters of the Order."

The knight who led the way pointed to the fortress, but did not mean to take them in, but directly led Wu Xin and them to a small room next to the fortress, and a purple skeleton also stood on the top of the house.

"God, Father Erlan, there are twenty-three of them in this batch." As he spoke, the knight leading the way bowed slightly.

"God alone." A man in his forties and fifties, dressed as a priest, saluted the knight in return, and then beckoned to Wu Xin, with a purple skull brooch pinned to his chest. "Welcome to the island of Malta, boys, you have proven yourself to be the most devout believers, and only the most devout will come to the front line of the battle against the Ottoman Empire in the most dangerous of times. Anyone who dies fighting against the infidels can ascend to the Heavenly Mountain! Okay, give me your identity documents in turn. ”

He repeated this passage several times in several languages, making sure that all the teenagers understood.

Wu Xin listened to it several times very depressed, I don't want to die in this hellish place, I'm going to Paris, to London to be a high-paying simultaneous translator.

More than a dozen teenagers lined up in a row, and Wu Xin was silently at the end.

Although he planned to escape, he still hoped to perform better in the interview, and if he could become an official knight sooner, he would be able to get out of here sooner.

He looked at his package, which contained a blanket and a suit of clothing, as well as a small ruby and a piece of parchment with Wu Xin's new name, Cesare Sibo.

The last donation figure of the document, fifty thalers.

The priest walked up to the first man, took the parchment in his hand, looked at it, and folded it away.

Pastor Ellan then asked two questions in English: "What's your name?" Why come to Malta? ”

"My name is John Terry. I came to serve God. "The little boy who was the first to be asked was very short, and although he was the first to be asked, he was quite calm.

"John Terry, English Group, Hu Servant." Pastor Ellan replied in English without raising his head, and then held out his hand to the next person.

His answer made Terry, who had just held his head up, look a little frustrated.

Pastor Ellan then asked a few more people, got similar answers, and gave similar assignments.

"My name is Mirno Zidan, and I have come to take revenge on the infidels who killed my wife and daughter." This Zidan looks like he's twenty years old.

"Mirno-Zidan, French Division, Knight Trainee 3rd Class." Pastor Ellan nodded, responded in French, and then wrote a few words on the back of the testimonial.

Well, it seems that showing hatred for the infidels is a better answer. Wu Xin could also understand their words.

Then there was a girl with beautiful blonde hair, and not only that, she was also the tallest and most toned of the girls, close to Wu Xin's height, and she had obvious muscles in her arms and thighs.

But the girl seemed very irritable, and unlike the others who were respectful, she had no respect for Pastor Erlan: "You don't know what my name is?" You can't read?! ”

There are always one or two unruly people who are so unruly, and they must not be connived at, Wu Xin is sure that she is going to suffer a little.

"What's your name? Why come to Malta? Contrary to what the others had expected, Father Ellan just glared sternly into the blonde girl's eyes, then repeated the question again and added. Don't abuse God's grace, young man. ”

The blonde girl and the priest looked at each other for a while, then were defeated, and said hatefully, "Delia Fischer, I came to this hellish place because I was desperate. ”

Her attitude is still very bad.

"Delia Fischer, English Division, Second Class Knight Apprenticeship." But Father Ayran's answer was quite unexpected.

This made Wu Xin feel that it was difficult to figure out the standard of answers, and it seemed that on the basis of piety, should he not be hypocritical and pretentious, but go straight to his heart?

The remaining teenagers also reported to their families, and there were no more English speakers, with French, Spanish, and Italian being the most numerous.

Later, only one French-speaking boy was offered a position as a third-class knight, while the others were all subordinates.

Wu Xin was the last to hand over the proof, and then was asked a question.

"Cesare Cibo, I have come here out of faith in God and hatred of pagans, and I want to show my worth and seek a broader development." Wu Xin feels that the standard answer to the interview in the 21st century must be the crystallization of thousands of years of wisdom.

But Father Erlan just didn't look up and said, "Cesare Sibo, English group, servant." ”