Walking on the stone road with a slightly purple dark spot, Ding Mu's eyes couldn't help but see the confusion flashed through him.

Strictly speaking, this is not the first time he has come to this city. It’s just that the last time he came, not only is he completely different from what he sees now, but Ding Mu himself has completely become another person.

Centuries of time have made the city look strange, but if you look closely, you will find traces that will not be erased by time.

At this time, Palermo was a living painting of the medieval era. The alien-style palace and Eastern Romanesque architecture were intertwined, while the Normans who were expelled from Sicily about two centuries ago left a deep mark here.

The cathedral, which was once used by different sects as a sacrificial place several times, is solemn and dignified in the afterglow of the sunset, but it looks strangely charming because of the mix and match of different styles.

"Sicil is like a passionate young woman, always conquered by different men."

When I remembered this sentence that I don’t know who used to tease Sicily, Ding Mu felt that it was indeed full of flavor.

As the brightest pearl on the Mediterranean, countless conquerors from the East and the West have been spying on this beautiful island since ancient times. The Greeks, Romans, Saracens and Frenchmen, Palermo, as the residence of these conquerors, have witnessed countless times of storm that those people came from ambition to a sad disappearance.

A burst of noise came from the front, and the convoy seemed to be blocked and had to slow down. Ding Mu stuck his head out and saw a group of men and women in ancient style clothing talking and laughing loudly, passing by the Bohemian team. The originally narrow street seemed crowded for a moment.

"What's wrong with these Gaje people? Are there any festivals to celebrate?" Xiaskina, who was sitting in the carriage in front, turned around and shouted to Ding Mu, "Do you know what's going on Gaje people?"

Ding Muxian shook his head instinctively. He really didn't know what happened, but suddenly a thought swayed across his mind.

"Is it March 27 today?" Ding Mu remembered the records he saw when he signed the door tax bill when he entered the city. "I think the Palermos are preparing for Easter."

"Easter?" Xiaskina smiled. "That's great. At this time, the Gajes people should be the most generous. They must be more willing to pay more."

Looking at Xiaskina's smile, Ding Mu shook his head slightly. He knew that even if he explained this gypsy woman, he would not understand the true meaning of Easter, not to mention that for Sicilians, Easter has a more different meaning.

Sophia suddenly poked Ding Mu with her finger, then pointed to a building not far away surrounded by many scaffoldings and was being repaired.

It was a church, or part of the church. A series of buildings that stretched a little further away connected the entire building of various styles along the street. In front of the blue-gray marble walls, several gray workers were constantly knocking and hitting with chisels and carving knives.

"I'm doing carvings," Ding Mu explained to Sophia with a smile. "They will carve many murals and sculptures on these marbles, and then..." Speaking of this, Ding Mu's eyes were a little confused. "In many years, these sculptures will become priceless treasures in people's minds."

Sophia tilted her head as if she didn't understand it very much, but her eyes swept around the workers, and then lowered her head in a slight disappointment.

"Are you interested in sculpture?" Ding Mu asked a little strangely. To be honest, he didn't see Sophia showing any artistic talent along the way. Instead, the flying knife was getting more and more playful. What gave Ding Mu a headache was that since he volunteered last time, Sophia seemed to be interested and used him as a target for practicing flying knife every time.

Sophia shook her head, leaning against Ding Mu a little lazy, her little feet wearing fancy boots hung outside the carriage, shaking with the carriage.

Ding Mu was a little confused about her like this, but the carvings that had not been completed aroused his interest.

Ding Mu didn't know if he had noticed the carvings that had been through hundreds of years of erosion when he walked on the streets of Palermo. Perhaps he had stopped under one of the statues to lament the exquisite skills of the ancients, but at that time he would never have thought that he would have the opportunity to be "fortunate" to see the birth of these immortal masterpieces with his own eyes.

Are you lucky? Ding Mu smiled bitterly. He didn't know whether it was lucky or unfortunate for him, but it was no longer important now. When he embarked on the road to Palermo, he had decided to let himself truly enter this era.

"Boom~"

A loud noise suddenly came, and several scaffoldings collapsed in response to the sound, and smoke and dust were everywhere. The frightened horse stood upwards with a neigh.

"ah!"

Sophia exclaimed, and her body leaned forward to the outside of the car!

Ding Mu reached out to grab Sophia, but he only grabbed her sleeve. With the stinging sound, the sleeve was torn and Sophia fell out of the carriage!

Then, he saw Sophia hitting a young man who was running over with excitement. The two of them immediately rolled on the ground like rolling gourds.

Ding Muxun jumped out of the carriage, and he jumped directly over the young man, hugging Sophia, who was a little dizzy and turned toward him.

"Oh, that's damn!"

The young man who was already very angry immediately burst out a roar. He jumped up and rolled up his arms and sleeves and shouted loudly, then twitched his messy head with force.

"My wife may have hit you, but you said that makes me unhappy," Ding Mu put his arms around Sophia's shoulders, and after carefully watching her not being injured, he said to the furious young man, "I hope you apologize to my wife."

"Apology, to you?" the young man asked back angrily, "You are lucky, I am so busy with a lot of things. You better leave quickly, or I will ask the guards to capture you all, Bohemians."

As he said that, he scratched his head and turned around and kicked the marble: "Damn, I was in trouble, and now I don't remember anything."

"Forget it, let's go."

Looking at the young man with wide arms and round waist, Ding Mu understood a little that the other party seemed not to target them.

But just as he was about to help Sophia get on the carriage, the young man suddenly shouted: "Wait for Bohemians!"

Ding Mu turned around in a daze, but saw the young man staring at Sophia like a hungry wolf. He immediately pulled Sophia behind him and looked at the other person vigilantly.

Then he found that the other party looked at him in a different way.

"You are Bohemian, right?" The young man seemed puzzled and looked at the caravan behind first, then looked at Ding Mu and the others. "But this face is really exquisite and beautiful, let me take a good look."

As he said that, he reached out to touch Sophia's face.

Ding Mu grabbed the hand full of calluses. Although he felt that the other party was extremely strong, he still held it tightly, and at the same time, he understood the appearance of a gypsy and reached out to grab the dagger on his waist.

"What are you doing?" the young man looked stunned and nodded again. "But the same is true for you. You also have a very beautiful face. If you are willing to stay, I can pay for your face."

Is there anyone who has made a living by virtue these days?

Ding Mu looked at the young man strangely. If it weren't for his normal appearance, Ding Mu would have doubted whether this person was brain-sick.

"You can be my reference," the young man seemed to remember how to explain. He didn't care about Ding Mu's obvious hostility and kept gesturing at the building behind him. "Look, this is my job, but it's not so smooth now. I'm stuck, that is, I don't know how to carve those characters on the stones. I need every line on these stones to be clear and not plausible, so I want to have a reference. I'm just worried about this. Now you are here, so I'm willing to pay you money. Do you understand Bohemians?"

Seeing the young man still anxious, Ding Mu nodded silently. At this time, he almost knew what the other party was talking about. He just looked at the buildings and imagined that his appearance might be carved on it. Then, hundreds of years later, he might be seen by himself again. He felt that there was something strange that could not be described in it.

"You probably don't believe it. Your appearance fascinates me," the young man said, looking at Ding Mu's face carefully. "I think I want to catch something special, some of the inspiration that touched me, but I still can't grasp the clues. Maybe I should use your face to carve something."

Ding Mu looked at Sophia helplessly. He knew that he had probably met a so-called artist, or simply met a neurotic madman. Such people are often equated with abnormalities, both in the present and hundreds of years later.

"What's wrong with it later? Is there any trouble?"

Someone came from the convoy ahead to ask loudly, obviously the movement here had attracted attention.

"Tell me where you live, I will go find you," the young man waved his hand. "If you are interested, I can hire you for a long time. Bohemians, you gave me inspiration, and maybe one day I will create a miracle because of this."

"Then I wish you to create this miracle sooner. As for where you live, we don't know. Don't forget that we Bohemians can regard any place under our feet as home."

Ding Mu replied with a teasing smile that the anger that had previously been exaggerated by this young man's reckless behavior had disappeared. After all, it was a bit of a big deal to compete with a person who would occasionally hit a few more hammers on a stone.

The young man didn't seem to want to give up. He waved his hands to the Ding Mu who had already gotten on the carriage and shouted loudly: "As long as you don't leave Palermo, I will find you. Bohemians, you really let me find the source of inspiration. By the way, my name is Bonarotti, Michelangelo Bonarotti."
Chapter completed!