The blazing bonfire and cheerful music, you can see the red wine flowing in the metal cup and the fat meat dripping with oil on the plate against the backdrop of the fire.?

Ding Mu and Sophia sat on the blanket next to the fire. Not far from them was the brown young man who looked very excited and seemed to be interested in everything.

In fact, if you look closely, you will find that this person is older than at first glance, but his always energetic appearance makes him look much younger than his actual age.

Beside him was the only old man he called the teacher. The other followers either stood respectfully or ran around to serve him, but he didn't care about these things, as if all of this was taken for granted.

The person who can sit very close to this person was specially arranged by Ding Mu and his friends.

The followers seemed to regard the "great" of Ding Mu and his friends sitting with their masters as a very important thing. They placed the blankets very far away from their masters. In addition to the bonfire, there were two followers who were wearing simple travel suits but had a stinging sword hanging around their waists.

"If they knew that Sophia had two flying knives hidden in her belt, and she would never miss her skills at such a close distance, what would she have looked like?"

Ding Mu looked at the two followers standing not far away. Although the two seemed to be standing there casually, their eyes were always sweeping around them, as if they would pounce on them immediately as long as they had a slight movement.

"Young man, tell me what else do you know except those two verses that you know 'just'?" The brown young man bit his white bread with walnuts and strawberry sauce, then pinched a piece of greasy meat strip from the plate and put it in his mouth and chewed "Homera, Iliad, and the courage and the flying knife, forget it, you should tell me what you don't know, not what else."

"I don't know much," Ding Mu tried to make his tone look straightforward and scheming. Although he didn't know the other person's identity, he was sure that this was not an ordinary person. Although this pomp was nothing to Ding Mu, it was somewhat abrupt in today's era. Although many rich people also like to show off, he could see that the person in front of him could not have much to do with money. It should be more of his identity. "For my wife and I, living your own life is important."

"Oh, that's right," the man looked at Sophia next to him and smiled. "You can tell that you love your wife very much, so have you ever thought about whether you would give her a better life if there was a chance to make her live a better life?"

Ding Mu frowned. He didn't expect that this man would make such a clear hint. Looking at the smiling face on his face, Ding Mu slowly stood up. His movement immediately attracted the attention of the two followers. They stepped forward and stood in front of Ding Mu.

Sophia was already standing up when Ding Mu stood up. She and Ding Mu stood side by side, holding Ding Mu's arm tightly with one hand.

"Sorry, Master, we don't want to live another life, this kind of life is good for us."

Ding Mu said, but his mind was flying. He was guessing what the other party would react, whether he was furious or just turned against him immediately. If that were true, would those gypsies help him and the two of them?

In an instant, he thought a lot, but he didn't think about giving up Sophia.

"Look, teacher, I'll say that Bohemians are all stupid people," the man laughed at the old man next to him and said, "Look at him like that, it seems like he will be duel with me next time. What a funny Bohemian stupid child."

"A silly child who bravely defends his rights, but although stupid, it's just right," the old man drank indifferently. "Compared with him, I think you should understand better what you should defend, rather than wasting your precious energy to pursue those unimportant things."

"God, you are starting to preach again," the brown man muttered in dissatisfaction, then raised his glass to toast the old man. "To my most respectful teacher, my good teacher and best friend."

After saying that, he drank it in one sip, then wiped the corner of his mouth and said to Ding Mu: "Sit down quickly, young man, you have proved your courage. And although your little wife is very beautiful, she is too young. Maybe you will have trouble in a few years, at least you are safe now."

Ding Mu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He sat down deliberately and said like a child, "My wife is not young anymore, she is already beautiful enough." He seemed to feel unfair for a man to look down on Sophia, but in fact his back was already wet.

He really couldn't imagine what he would do if that man was really interested in Sophia. Now he has no ability to stop such things. If that's the case, he has almost no way except to try hard.

"So young man, have you ever thought about working for me?" the man suddenly asked again, "I can pay you a good reward, of course you have to be worth that money."

Ding Mu was a little surprised. He didn't know what this man liked him. He said that except for the sudden idea that he took over the man's ridiculous ridicule with the poem in Homer's epic, he couldn't see what he could do to this man.

"Teacher, what do you think if I had a gypsy entourage who could recite Homer's epics in Greek? And although he was impulsive and a little stupid, he would not always have too much thought." The man asked the old man next to him with interest.

The old man looked at Ding Mu, then shook his head and said, "If you just want others to be surprised that you have such a follower, then you can hire him. He should be able to let your relatives talk about you behind the scenes for a while, but apart from this child, you have no other use to you. Of course, you know this yourself."

The man listened with a smile, then nodded and said in a somewhat apologetic tone: "Look, I want to give you an errand, but some people think you are not worth the commission, but I won't let you down."

As he said that, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and a follower took out a small purse and threw it in front of Ding Mu.

"Take this money and go with your wife. I'm going to have a meal." The man's mood seemed to suddenly fall down. He lowered his head and started eating, ignoring Ding Mu and the others.

Ding Mu pulled Sophia away from the fire. Not long after he walked out, he saw a few gypsies.

Without saying a word, Ding Mu threw the purse given by the man before at the leading man among the people, and then he clenched Sophia's hand and walked quickly towards his caravan.

As soon as he entered the caravan, Ding Mu quickly packed up his things. He quickly took off the gypsy clothes and changed into the robe he had worn before, and then hid the second purse that the man gave him during the meal. Then he found the short crossbow that was temporarily hidden under the wooden board of the caravan. Since he used this thing to kill Xiao Guerja last time, he has always hid the short crossbow in a place where others are not easy to see but are easy to get. In order to perform, he temporarily hid the short crossbow under the car. Now he is touching the cold crossbow arms, and he feels a sense of security.

Sophia kept watching Ding Mu work hard, and when she saw him looking at him, she showed a questioning look.

"Let's leave this Sophia." Ding Mu didn't bother to explain. Although the man seemed to have forgotten about Sophia, Ding Mu did not dare to take risks. He didn't know when the man would suddenly change his mind, and he could not expect the Bohemians to help him at that time.

Everything depends on yourself.

"Don't worry, I can support you in the future," Ding Mu said, lifting the curtain to look outside. It was still very lively outside. The Bohemians were still dancing and singing, and the man and his men were still there. They didn't hear the movement behind him. Ding Mu looked back and saw a strange look on Sophia's face. After a moment of thinking, he understood "Don't worry, we will come back in a while, and I will help you find your father Nashan."

Sophia nodded, and she also began to work hard to pack up her things, but in Ding Mu's opinion, she could actually not have any of the things she put in the package.

"We'll leave when everyone goes to bed." Ding Mu ordered, it was still very lively outside, obviously not the time.

The Bohemian songs and dances did not stop until a follower complained to Old Gurja that "this affected the master's rest" and threw him a few gold coins.

The outside quickly became quiet. Except for the night wind urging the tent curtain to make a "boom" sound, no other sound could be heard.

Ding Mu and Sophia quietly came out of the caravan and walked forward along the shadows under a string of caravans, but when they walked not far from the tent where the people were, another faint sound of horse hooves broke the quiet late night again.

Ding Mu quickly pulled Sophia to hide in the gap in a carriage near the tent. At this time, someone had already come out to check the movement in the camp.

A follower ran to the camp exit with several gypsies, and soon he took his individual back to the tent.

Soon, the followers began to pack up their things in a hurry, while the brown man walked out of the tent with the old man, and as he walked, he came to the carriage where Ding Mu and his friends hid.

"I really didn't expect things to be so fast. This was a bit beyond my expectations," the man said to the old man. In fact, I feel a little caught off guard now. Teacher, you know I don't want everything to become out of control in the end."

The old man nodded, and the letter he was holding was not kept on his palm and patted it lightly, as if he was weighing the weight of the message in the letter: "But it seems that it is too impatient there, and I have to remind you that this trip has become dangerous. It is best to leave Sicily before things have become uncontrollable as you said. After all, you are shouldering a fate that others cannot match and should accept the heavy responsibility at any time."

"Teacher, did you forget that you were saying that fate prefers prepared people not long ago?" The brown man laughed, and then he looked "I have prepared enough, and it has been too long, but I didn't expect someone to be more impatient than me."

Speaking of this, the man seemed to remember something and smiled, and then he looked in the direction where the Bohemians gathered and said, "Silly people always become smart afterwards."

"But because our destiny has been settled, the world is better." The old man replied casually.

"A very interesting boy, right?" the man smiled slightly. "Don't these two poems by Iliad are very consistent with our current situation?"

After saying that, the man took the letter from the old man and opened it and looked at it. Then he put it away.

"Okay, teacher, I follow your instructions to leave here," the man smiled and said without waiting for the old man to speak, "But we are not leaving Sicily but going to Palermo. Believe me, teacher, I promise there is a wonderful drama there, and the audience has already entered the venue."

As he said that, he laughed again: "That boy said it right. It is because our fate has been settled that the world is better."

The two of them walked back and met with the prepared entourage. Under the gaze of the gypsies, several guests left in a hurry and quickly disappeared into the vast night.

Ding Mu only came out of the carriage after the gypsies complained and dispersed. Unexpectedly, after the turmoil that night, the people who left were these inexplicable people.

Although he did not know the identity of the man, he could hear from his words just now that this man not only had a subtle identity, but perhaps it also involved some great things. The key to this matter was Palermo.

He pulled Sophia back to his caravan quietly, and Ding Mu put the packed things back, but he had decided not to leave.

Although the holiday with Lao Gurja cannot be resolved, Ding Mu believes that Lao Gurja does not dare to go too far. The gypsy leaders often rely on their personal prestige rather than on power to govern the tribe. With Sophia's father Nashan's reputation in the clan, Lao Gurja will not act rashly in either Sophia or him.

But if Nashan knew that his daughter had married a Jiajie man, he would not know what he would do.

Thinking of Ding Mu's smile, he realized that he seemed to be more and more adapting to the ridiculous identity of "Sophia's husband". However, when he was facing the hint of the brown man, the inexplicable unique desire for Sophia rose in his heart. Looking at the girl who had fallen asleep beside him, Ding Mu felt a gentle attachment: "Go to sleep well, my little wife," Ding Mu patted Sophia's cheek. "Let's go to Palermo, there must be a lot of interesting things waiting for us."

On March 27, 1496, a wandering Bohemia tribe came to the west gate of Palermo. When the tax collector asked them to sign the tax book to pay the city tax, a special boy caught his attention.
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