When Ding Mu returned to his residence on Emanu Street, he found that the tailor shop, which should have been closed, was brightly lit and very lively.

From time to time, some gorgeously dressed men and women walked out of the store. They greeted each other with some people waiting at the door, and then hurriedly left and disappeared into the night.

When Ding Mu walked into the tailor shop, he happened to see Osborne having a tape ruler hanging around his neck and his hands were gestured on the chest of a "broad-minded" lady. It seemed that he was explaining to the lady some way to use a bra.

But he was too dedicated. Ding Mu saw that in order to explain more vividly, his whole hand reached into the lady's low collar, and then he touched the fish in the bottomless strait like a fisherman.

The lady always had a smile on her face, and when Osborne whispered to her that a certain color of buttons was suitable for the color of her skirt, her whole body seemed to be pressed against the tailor.

However, what Ding Mu really admired was not the tailor's dedication and the lady's love for beauty, but the lady's husband, a man who looked brightly dressed.

This man obviously has a broader mind, so he stood not far from the two, and even when the tailor was measuring his wife's bust with his hands, he almost ran into him.

But this man seemed to have not noticed everything around him, but was completely fascinated by an ordinary vest hanging on a wooden rack.

"I think you need that dress," the lady finally left the tailor and returned to her husband. "The pattern on it is very suitable for your robe, and I also want to add a few more clothes myself. It is said that the Bishops' meeting will be held soon."

"You said it right, Madam, it really suits me," the man agreed immediately, and at the same time he took out his purse from his pocket with ease. "This is paid to you."

"Thank you for your generosity," Osborn bowed and took the purse with humility. "I hope you both are satisfied."

“I’m very satisfied.”

The lady was still gasping for a smile on her lips. When she was wearing a hat, she happened to see Ding Mu standing not far away. Her eyes immediately lit up.

"Osborne, you didn't tell me you have a new guy here."

"He's not my guy," Osborne walked over and patted Ding Mu on the shoulder. "This is one of my friends, Alexander, a Cretan youth."

"Is it a Greek?" The lady was surprised. Her eyes that almost dripped out of water flowed on Ding Mu's face as clearly as carved, and the smile on the corner of her mouth became deeper. "If I had time, I would really like to hear you talk about Crete."

"It may not be easy," Osborn shrugged. "It seems that Alexander has just received his errand from the priest, and maybe he will be busy soon."

"Are you talking about Priest Alfonso?" The man next to him suddenly asked, and after Osborn nodded, the expression on his face became much more exciting. "If you can gain the trust of the priest, this young man should be a reliable friend."

"I am just a private position arranged by the priest."

Such an answer obviously made the couple unsatisfied, or even more imaginative. After Ding Mu bowed a little to go upstairs, they immediately asked Osborne about the origin of the young man.

For this reason, Osborne got the opportunity to sew two expensive long skirts, and then measured the size of the valley ravines on the lady's body again.

It was not until very late that the downstairs gradually became quiet, which made Ding Mu probably half of the nobles and officials in Palermo run around to the tailor shop in Osborne. As for what business they had negotiated, it is unknown.

The door was suddenly knocked, and with a strong smell of alcohol, Osborne shook and pushed the door in.

He first leaned against the door frame and looked into the room for a few times, then waved the bottle of wine in Ding Mu: "Come on, Nakasos, let's have two drinks. I promise that if you don't jump into the river early because of being too narcissistic in the future, you will definitely become the enemy of all your father and husband."

After saying that, Osborne walked over excitedly and placed the bottle heavily on the table beside the bed.

Ding Mu was a little helpless. He didn't know if the tailor was really drunk, but now he was really bad.

Osborne was obviously prepared. He took out two cups from somewhere. After filling the wine, he stuffed one of them into Ding Mu's hand.

"Come on, my little daffodil," Osborne laughed, raising his head and drank the whole glass of wine. "You don't know how the Lady Neodora, who was enthusiastic about you, and her husband, I think you will receive their invitation soon, and they will take the initiative to make friends with you, and then more people are willing to make friends with you, and then you can make a personal appearance in Palermo."

"Is this just because I am the library treasurer of the Priest?" Ding Mu asked disapprovingly, and then he remembered that it seemed that Osborne was not clear about his job. "The Priest asked me to serve as his personal library treasurer."

"Former priest," Osborne held the wine glass and shook it out his index finger. "Soon the priest Alfonso will be the bishop, Bishop of Palermo, Archbishop of the Diocese of Sicily, and then Cardinal, and then..."

Speaking of this, Osborn blinked at Ding Mu with a playful look.

Is the Pope next?

Ding Mu thought to himself.

"Crazy."

Osborne suddenly opened his pocket of his broad clothes and took out Jin Flynn and threw it on the table. The smooth and round gold coins kept spinning, and finally swayed violently on the table.

"This is your share," Osborne drank indifferently. Seeing Ding Mu's face full of doubt, he laughed. "Those people always like to buy clothes in my tailor's shop. They are generous, and I am the best tailor."

Seeing that Ding Mu still had no intention of speaking, Osborne placed the cup on the table. Although he was still full of alcohol, his eyes became cunning and bright.

"I am just a tailor, but I can serve the Lord Gong Xiang. This is the key to their willingness to condescend and deal with me. And you and my friends, you must serve the Bishop of Palermo."

"I'm just a private position."

Ding Mu picked up the cup disapprovingly, but was snatched by Osborne.

"Are you kidding?" Osborn stared into Ding Mu's eyes. "Don't tell me that you are risking losing your head just because you are afraid that your conscience will not be able to get over it. I can see your thoughts, little daffodils, so do you really feel that you are just taking on a private errand?"

Ding Mu looked at Osborne with a little strangeness. He didn't know how much the tailor's drunkenness was now, but he could not help but speak in a little bit, or tore off everyone's masks.

"Then what do you think I should do?" Ding Mu asked without comment.

"That's right, honesty is the best way to make friends," Osborn stuffed the wine glass into Dinmu's hand and looked at him with a smile. "Look at how beautiful you are, a Nakasos, an Apollo, and Palermo woman will be crazy about you. Unless you are unable to think about taking a priesthood, I promise that all the boudoirs will be visited by you."

Listening to this sigh and praise, Ding Mu felt a little uncomfortable. Just when he began to doubt whether the tailor had any special orientation, Osborn slowly said: "But you have a little trouble now. Although this will not affect the priest's view of you, it is always not good."

Ding Mu's heart moved. He thought about it carefully and vaguely guessed what the trouble the tailor was talking about.

Sure enough, Osborn continued: "That Bohemian woman, maybe she should be a girl. She is in Palermo now, and today someone has seen her performing in the city. This is not a good thing for you."

Ding Mu nodded silently. He knew that Gomez could not have sent anyone to investigate his origin and whether the words he said were true. Now it seems that the relationship between the Gypsies and him should have been clearly found out.

"Go and solve this problem," Osborne stood up and drank it in one sip. "Don't forget that you are so young and will be reached soon. Good women have no need to ruin yourself for a bohemian woman."

Ding Mu listened calmly to Osborne's words, watched the tailor swaying out of the room, and sat down and poured himself a glass of wine.

It was time to understand. Ding Mu told himself this, then picked up the wine glass and drank it dry.

In a clearing area near the woods west of Palermo, this is a new camp that the Gypsies found in the north of Palermo.

Two days ago on Easter night, Sophia ran back alone in a daze. Before she could figure out what she had given birth, the gypsies were driven out of the camp in the south of the city by the army that followed.

Then the next two days were a disaster for these gypsies. More and more soldiers appeared on the streets, and the hearts of the people in Palermo were floating. The gypsies who had originally expected to make a fortune in this Sicily province appeared. Suddenly, no one was interested in their performances and juggling anymore. Even Sophia's flying knife and the bohemian women who deliberately shook their chests and hips could not attract those Palermos who seemed to be worried.

Of course, this made everyone both anxious and angry, and some even blamed Ding Mu, who abandoned Sophie.

But at this time, Ding Mu suddenly appeared leisurely, and the entire Gypsy camp seemed to be in full swing.

Xiaskina stared at Ding Mu with a fierce look. She put her hands on her hips and raised her chin. It was completely a gypsy woman who was fighting. The others also showed obvious hostility towards Ding Mu's appearance.

"You dare to come, it's shameless," Xiaskina pushed Ding Mu's chest with her angry hands. "Get out quickly, you have caused us enough trouble. Get out of here quickly, otherwise no one can guarantee that you won't kill you."

"I want to see Sophia," Ding Mu didn't want to explain, and couldn't explain. He wouldn't tell Xiaskina what he thought, and even if he faced Sophia, he wouldn't be able to tell the truth completely. "This is a matter between me and my wife."

"Oh, now she is your wife," Xiaskina laughed out loudly. "But Sophia doesn't want to see you, and you should be glad that she met me, otherwise you might be in trouble."

Ding Mu was a little annoyed. It was really troublesome to meet a woman with excessive protection. He simply walked around Xiaskina and walked into the camp.

"Didn't you hear what I said? You are not welcome here." Xiaskina caught up and wanted to hold Ding Mu's arm, but was thrown away by him.

"This is a matter between me and my wife," Ding Mu said word by word, "only she has the right to decide what to treat me."

Xiaskina stared at Ding Mu viciously, then let go and let him go: "Okay, go, let me see what you do."

Ding Mu turned around and walked towards the camp, but he soon understood why Xiaskina said that meeting her was lucky. All the gypsy he met along the way stared at him with angry and terrifying eyes.

When he arrived outside Sophia's caravan, Ding Mu unexpectedly saw Lao Guerja standing not far from the caravan.

Seeing Ding Mu, Lao Guerjia wiped his beard with his hands on the corner of his mouth.

"Gajie," Guerja came over to block Ding Mu, "You ran away."

"No, I just left for two days."

"But you still ran away," Old Gurga stroked the short knife in his waist. "Now I can avenge my nephew, prepare your knife."

"If you want to kill me, you have to be prepared to be investigated by the officials here," Ding Mu spread his hands slightly. "I am now the treasurer of the priest of the Palermo Diocese. Have you thought about it? Think about your tribe."

The muscles on Old Gurja's face trembled slightly, and he was obviously very angry. This could be seen from the fact that his hand couldn't hold it tightly on the hilt of the knife, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Ding Mu took out a few Jin Flynn from his clothes and slowly placed it on the wooden pier next to him.

"I should use these coins for the work I should do for you, and now let me see my wife."

The flesh on Old Gurja's face was trembling, and he was obviously hesitating, and then slowly retreated to the side, while a strange smile appeared on his face.

"Go to Gaje, go find her. She knows how to treat you. Remember, Bohemia has a clear relationship."

Taking a breath, Ding Mu walked to the caravan, he greeted him gently, and said, "Sophia, don't do stupid things," and lifted up the curtain.

Then, he felt a flash of eyes, and the flashing dagger was nailed to the hand of his holding the car gang.

Ding Mu felt cold and knew something was wrong, but before he could speak again, a figure had already rushed to him. With a slight pain in his throat, a sharp blade had cut through his strong skin!

In the dark caravan, Sophia's big eyes near her were very bright in black and white. From those eyes, Ridingmu saw anger, disappointment, hatred, and the determination that made him most afraid!

The gypsy have a clear distinction between grudges and grudges.

Gypsies dare to love and hate.

Gypsy women can do whatever they want for love,

Gypsy women can also destroy everything for love!

Ding Mu felt the tips of his eyebrows were a little wet, and then his eyes became hot and hot. He knew that it was the cold sweat from his forehead that had penetrated his eyes.

"Sofia little boy, can you say something?"

Ding Mu felt that even when facing his girlfriend in his previous life, he had never been so humble. After all, no matter what, his girlfriend had never slapped him.

The short knife left for a moment, but before he could take a breath, he immediately pressed on his throat. Although the blade seemed to be tilted, his throat was so pressed that it was too breathless.
To be continued...