What should all masters who have been famous in history look like?

The bright eyes, the angular chin, and the deep and steady personality and talented talent seem to be essential for the masters who are admired.

But if you encounter a young man who looks big and thick, doesn't match the artist's temperament at all, and even looks a little bit stupid, then the title of master will not match him.

After knowing that he really couldn't go back and decided to stay in this era, Ding Mu once thought that since his life should be like this, he could not waste such a good opportunity.

Although this era is full of chaos and turmoil, Ding Mu still feels that he is somewhat lucky as long as he thinks that this era is also one of the most brilliant periods in the history of human civilization.

He even thought that if he had the opportunity, he would definitely meet the master wizards who left immortal masterpieces in later generations, and if he could, he would also witness the birth of those great works with his own eyes.

But now he was a little doubtful whether his thoughts were a bit naive. As long as he thought about the one who kept waving his hands behind him, he seemed to be no less thin than the stonemason who killed pigs in the vegetable market he had just passed by. He felt that the word "Master" was not suitable for that person, at least not yet suitable.

Ding Mu did not suspect that this person was not one of the famous Renaissance masters. This is because although there were many people with the same name and surname in this era, not only had the same name, but also had only one sculpting artist. In addition, when you think about the age of this young man, it just happened to be similar. In this way, it is almost certain that this person is Michelangelo Bonarotti.

But the most important thing is that Ding Mu vaguely remembers that in 1496, with the invasion of King Charles VIII, Michelangelo, who was studying art in Florence, had to leave his turbulent hometown. However, it was also from that time that this young man, who had this extraordinary talent, began his brilliant artistic journey.

But now it seems that this future master has no sign yet. Not to mention that his amazing masterpieces have not been born yet, this young man may even be worried about which next family to be the benefactor.

What would happen if Michelangelo could be sponsored at this time?

While this thought flashed through Ding Mu's mind, he smiled self-deprecatingly.

Not to mention that he has nothing now, even if he has gained a foothold in the future, he would be a bit imaginative if he wants to sponsor artists. In this era, anyone who can become an artist protector must not only have enough financial resources, but also have to be a powerful person.

To be precise, Italy today is a strange era where art and war coexist, creation and destruction coexist.

Thinking of this, Ding Mu shook his head. He thought he should think about what to do in the future. Now that he has arrived in Palermo, what should he do next?

Are you just wandering around with the gypsies like this?

Ding Mu didn't think this was a good idea, and Lao Guerjia had not revenge on him before, but because of the clan rules, he would always find an opportunity to avenge his nephew over time.

Looking at Sophia, Ding Mu felt that it was time to make plans.

Like all cities, the city of Palermo is not allowed to camp, so after leading the tribesmen around the city and announced the arrival of their tribe to the Palermos, Lao Gurja led his convoy through the city and entered a slowly upward valley along a road south of Palermo.

"It seems that we will be camping here tonight," as soon as the team stopped, Xiaskina jumped out of her car and went to Ding Mu and her car and shouted, then lowered her voice and said, "Old Guerja seems to be doing something. I see him and a few people are sneaky, Gaje, if you can take Sophia away, just as soon as possible. Guerja will not forget about his nephew."

Ding Mu nodded gratefully. He knew that Xiaskina was right. The gypsy might not have stabbed the knife in the back, but he would not have forgotten the knife that was stabbed.

"I want to take Sofia to Palermo to see." Ding Mu looked back at the city with lights in the night. This may be the beginning of his new life.

"Go and go," Shaskina waved her hand, then held Sophia's face and looked carefully. "Look at how beautiful you are, Nashan must be very happy to see you now."

Sophia blinked her eyes, then shook her head in disapproval.

"Take good care of her, Gaje," Xiaskina looked at Ding Mu pickyly. "Don't forget that she will have children for you in the future."

Xiaskina's words made Ding Mu shake his body. He turned to look at Sophia beside him. Although his figure looked much more mature than many of his peers, he still couldn't imagine how much a 12-year-old child had to have children. But when he thought about the atmosphere of this era, he couldn't help but feel moved.

Lao Guerjia seemed to have forgotten Ding Mu and the others. After calling the entire tribe to set up a camp, he took a few people into the city.

The night is getting darker, but Palermo City is not only brightly lit, but it is much more lively than other times.

Walking on the streets where people are shaking their heads, if you don’t look closely, you will even have the illusion that you are just participating in a grand medieval makeup parade.

There were crowds of laughter and noisy, shiny feathers, thin flat hats of woolen velvets, gorgeous and exotic robes, and exaggerated wide skirts with exaggerated lace. Groups of young men and women surrounded each other through the streets, and the curved shoe tips kept jumping on the stone ground, as if they were embellishing the crazy night.

A few young people running around on the street holding torches while shouting loudly saw Ding Mu and the others coming towards them. They immediately met them and whistled around them while whistling the torches in front of them.

Just as Ding Mu protected Sophia vigilantly, the young men shouted and ran towards others.

"Praise God, praise Jesus Christ, praise St. Peter's sacrifice and the soul of Saint Rosalia!"

The young people kept shouting loudly, and there were also bursts of young women who seemed angry but actually exuded a secret joy.

"A bunch of crazy guys," an elderly man stood by the roadside and looked at the young men and shook his head, but then he shook the colorful papers in his hands to Ding Mu and Sophia who were standing in the middle of the road. "Come on, young men, why don't you go with them to march with them? Don't worry, everything is fine. God will forgive you. Just spend a little money to get atonement. This has been blessed by the Pope. Believe that I have this, you can be forgiven by the Pope."

The old man who sold the atonement talisman shouted hard. Seeing Ding Mu ignored him and pulled Sophia away, the shouting turned into a low curse: "It's really a stingy person. You won't have a good result. Even a hundred atonement talismans can't save you."

Of course, Ding Mu did not hear the old man's harsh words. Driven by the abortion, the two of them walked slowly along the main street towards the old palace.

Palermo's palace is almost empty all year round, because for King Ferdinand II of Aragon, the owner of Sicily, the King of Sicily was just a "part-time job".

Although both Ferdinand II himself and his wife Isabella I attached great importance to Sicily, the Communist king was far away from the Iberian Peninsula, so most of the time, the palace minister of the Kingdom of Sicily was in Palermo.

The palace, which was built and repaired by Sarason and the Normans, became the office space and private houses of previous palace ministers.

Another string of torches passed through the shadows in the distance, and the shadows filled the entire streets and alleys against the backdrop of the fire.

The more you go towards the palace, the more people there are on the street. Gradually, the entire street is tightly blocked, as if it is full of parades everywhere.

Sophia followed Ding Mu in a daze. Although there were laughter everywhere, she was a little confused. So later she simply poked Ding Mu's elbow with her fingers and made a confused gesture to him.

Ding Mu quickly understood what she was wondering. For a while, in addition to asking Xiaskina for advice, he himself has been trying his best to learn from Sophia. Gradually, he can roughly understand the meaning of Sophia's gestures.

For example, now, Sophia is very surprised what the people around her are doing, or she is wondering what this festival is special to the Palermo people.

Ding Mu had some headaches about this problem. He knew what the Palermo people were doing, but he was a little worried about how to tell Sophia about these things.

Because the special relationship between Sicily, or the Palermos and Easter is really "long-term", and all the complex relationships are clueless. To understand these reasons, we have to start more than 200 years ago.

Ding Mu didn't think Sophia had the patience to listen to some old things, so just as he was thinking about how to tell Sophia about a murderous incident caused by a bastard's lower body incident, which led to the Sicilians and Easter, as the loud horn sounded, a team of palace guards passed by the cathedral and walked along the street.

A team of Spanish spearmen, a single-ridge wide-brimmed hat-like helmet, a whole piece of breastplate, a thick velvet red inner garment, and a spear with a typical fish tail-shaped wings, was guided by the bulging war.

Enough torches had been lit around the team to illuminate the already brightly lit streets like daytime.

As the team walked past, the people on both sides of the street bowed slightly and saluted a middle-aged nobleman riding on a white horse in the team.

Because he was far away, Ding Mu couldn't see the man's appearance clearly, but his strong body shape left a deep impression on him.

As the team got closer, the cheers from the people on the street became higher and higher. Ding Mu had already heard that except for shouting "Long live the king and queen", the people were shouting "Long live Lord Gomez" at other times.

In response to the people, the middle-aged nobleman kept waving his arms to the crowd on both sides of the road along the way. Whenever he stopped, the follower who followed would grab a handful of gold coins from a large basket and throw it into the crowd.

This was followed by bursts of screams and louder cheers.

Julian Don Gomez, the current palace of the Kingdom of Sicily.

The parade gradually approached, and Ding Mu pulled Sophia back to the porch on the street. He knew that the people who were already very excited at this time would be more likely to become crazy because someone was spending money. He didn't want to be an unlucky guy who died in the stampede.

There is a piece of wooden staircase protruding out on the house where Ding Mu is stationed. It is obvious that the owner of the house usually rests on the porch that also serves as a rain eaves, because Ding Mu saw a wooden pier next to the door that could be used as a chair.

Seeing Sophia standing on tiptoe and looking up the street, Ding Mu reached out and picked her up, preparing to let her stand on the wooden pier.

At this moment, a light flashed over Ding Mu's head who was looking up inadvertently. He looked up at him in a habit. Against the backdrop of the fire, Ding Mu clearly saw an arrow pointing out of the gap between the stairs.

The four-angle-shaped cone arrow looks so familiar that Ding Mu doesn't even need to think about it, just knowing that behind the stairs is a powerful short crossbow aiming at someone on the street!
Chapter completed!