Late at night, a wind suddenly blew on the sea, dark clouds covered the moonlight, and it was dark everywhere. From a distance, the Monastery of Saibalong stood on the top of Cuiling Mountain, making it majestic and graceful, just like a huge beast lying in the dark, which made people intimidate.?

The bitter cold wind blows from the sea, penetrates into the rugged rock cracks on the shore, and whistles are coming up and down. The sound of waves slapping the reefs makes the already rarely visited coast look even more gloomy and terrifying.

This is a coast on the edge of Cuiling. The straight cliffs penetrated straight into the Sudrecht Sea like a long sword. The back wall of the Saint-Sebalon Monastery was built along the mountains. The towering walls built of huge stones were integrated with the rugged cliffs, which made the monastery well protected since its completion.

But something was destined to happen today. Several figures appeared on the edge of the cliff that no one should have come. In the whistling cold wind and the sound of the waves, one person dragged another person hard by the cliff.

Behind him, there was a man staggeringly following behind, and from time to time he tripped over the raised reef and shouted.

Suddenly, the person who was dragged away in front began to struggle, and at the same time, there were vague shouts from his mouth, which were loud and even spread far away even on such a whizzing night.

"For God's sake, let him shut up!" the person following behind shouted in horror. He ran two steps to help his companion grab the fat-looking figure. "He will call everyone."

"Not anymore!"

The man in front suddenly picked up a sharp stone from the ground. In the night when he was almost invisible, he could vaguely see his hands holding the stone raised high, and then suddenly smashed it to the head of the man in front of him!

Once! Then again! The arms kept raising and falling down!

The night obscured the murderer's face, and the howling wind and waves also obscured the victim's painful struggle.

Only a vague figure slipped to the ground with his hands holding the stone, twisting and struggling, and finally there was no movement.

The murderer kept holding up the sharp stone and smashing it hard at the man until his companion stopped him.

"He is dead," his companion pulled the crazy murderer hard, but because of nervousness, the stone in the murderer's hand was slashed across his arm hard, and the pain made him curse. "You murderer, you will go to hell, depending on what you did."

The murderer finally stopped, and his eyes were surprisingly bright in the dark night.

"If we go to hell in the future, I think we are the two of us together, are we accomplices, aren't we?" He questioned threateningly, staring at his companions tightly. "Will you do it well? You should be clear about what to do next."

"Of course I know what to do," my companion murmured in a low voice as if looking for excuses. "We have no other way to do this."

"My lord, just know what to do," the murderer grabbed his companion's shoulders with sarcasm. "Don't make mistakes at that time, don't forget that you have no way out. Come and help me now. This fool is so heavy."

Two blurry figures began to work hard next to the cliff. When a long strip of things wrapped in linen rolled from the cliff into the rolling sea, they were immediately swallowed by the raised waves, the two people on the cliff seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's over, the sea will help us erase everything. Next, we just need to do as we have agreed before, and there will be nothing wrong."

"I hope I will be like you said..."

The two murderers whispered, and then quietly disappeared into the darkness under the cover of night and strong winds, like Tathagata.

Only one wave after another surged high, and then fell heavily on the reefs hitting the shore, splashing out thousands of white water foam, and then venting into the sea.

Suddenly, a large splash of water surged from the water surface under the cliff, and as a black shadow suddenly emerged from the bottom of the water, a tightly wrapped long linen bag was pulled up from the water!

"Let's see what this is," the man who came out of the water pulled the cloth bag up a concave beach beneath the cliff, and then used his carry-on knife to cut the tightly tied rope.

At this time, a ray of moonlight happened to pass through the dark clouds and fall down.

The silver moonlight illuminated a bloody and another unexpectedly horrified face at the same time.

"My God is Deacon Molodi!"

Jonnini burst into tears.

As the "dong" step on it, the wood that looked like a mess could not bear the strength and broke it out in response.

Jonnini looked at the two-piece paddle on the ground, her already gloomy face was even darker.

Gionini felt that he was too unlucky recently, or since he rescued the Greek boy more than half a month ago, he had good luck saying goodbye to him.

First the dock tax collector was asking him for trouble, then his fishing boat was destroyed in the storm a few days ago and had to be repaired.

Because of this, he owed a considerable debt and had to fight a guy.

What's worse is that several fishing shop owners with good relationships have already stated that they will deal with other fishing boats because they are unable to deliver the goods for a long time.

This made Jonnini feel that all the bad luck was brought by that Greek boy.

What's worse is that what he encountered the night before made Gionini feel that he might have been really cursed. Just when he thinks of Modillo's fat face, he is even more convinced that the Greek boy is a damaging person.

"Look, this is the end of being a good person," Jonnini grabbed the bottle and poured it into her mouth, shouting angrily, "I should let him die in the sea, see what bad things are happening to me now."

"Dad," the remaining guy made up his mind despite hesitation. "I'm not here tomorrow. Brother Wantoni asked me to be a helper yesterday, so..."

"Brother Wantoni?" Jonnie was furious. "It was the two brothers who robbed my business, the ungrateful brothers. They forgot who helped them."

As he said that, he stepped on the broken paddle on the ground a few more times, and then he waved his hand helplessly: "Forget it, go, I'm bankrupt and have no money to hire you, no one will regard Old Jonnini as a character anymore, and the Karibos are all ungrateful devils."

The guy wanted to say something, but finally shook his head and turned around and left. After walking far away, he could hear Jonnini's loud complaining: "Hey, this is the end of being a good person."

Jonnie kept chatting about himself while dragging half of her body against the ragged fishing boat on the shore until she saw someone walking towards him along the shore.

The man was wearing a very fat gray robe, wrapping himself tightly. A travel cloth hat with a very low edge blocked most of his face. His dress was very ordinary and would not attract attention even in a small place like Kalipo.

When he got closer, Jonnini saw that the man was about forty years old. The strands of his head exposed from the gap in the brim of the hat were already slightly gray. He had been running around all year round and left a lot of wrinkles on his face, which made his originally slightly tough face look much softer.

"What's your friend?" Jonnini looked at the man. There was no one nearby, so he naturally came to him. "I promise first that my boat has been overhauled, and now it is as strong as it was when it was first built, so if you want to buy my fish, don't expect to lower the price."

"It can be seen that this is a good boat," the man reached out and patted the boat gang, while turning a blind eye to the ripples on the ground. "If I hire your boat to go to sea, what price should I pay?"

"You want to go out to sea?" Jonnini narrowed her eyes and seemed to smell an unusual scent. The weather in this season is not good, so it is not necessary that people would rather stay on the shore than go to the sea full of dangerous and unpredictable changes. "That depends on what price you pay, don't worry, I am a very strict person."

The man nodded indifferently, took out a small purse from his robe and threw it over: "I believe this, so I look for you. Don't leave your boat and wait for news. Maybe we will go out to sea soon."

When he pulled open the purse cloth rope that was slightly pressing his hands, he saw a few small things with golden light inside, and Jonnini's mouth cracked and revealed two yellow front teeth. A few days ago, a smile finally appeared on his gloomy face: "Listen to your orders, Master."

The middle-aged man gave a few more instructions and turned around and left.

Behind him, the smile on Jonnini's face slowly faded away, and she looked at the back with a look of confusion.

When he walked into the dean's room with a plate, Ding Mu saw the dean kneeling in front of the cross on the wall praying with his back to the door. The afternoon sun shone in from the high window, projecting on the dean's head whose head was cut off, looking like a circle of halos.

Although I have heard too many legends about the extravagant and extravagant churches in this era, Ding Mu has to admit that the Monastery of Saibalon is not infected with the evil habit of depravity.

The entire monastery always regards the following rigorous and poor Benedictine rules as the highest rule, and even the dean is willing to accept it. As for Modilo, who turned completely idiot due to a stroke at a young age, he is not considered a monk in the monastery.

Although he was sent to Saint Sabron from a young age, Modilo did not become a monk, but became a deacon in the monastery. This made him not only not have to abide by such boring and harsh admonitions like other monks, but also could go out at will by doing things like collecting tithes for the monastery and purchasing various demands.

But Modillo went crazy and no one went to the city again, and the days of the monastery became even more difficult.

As usual, put the plate with food on a small table beside the door and was about to leave, when the abbot unexpectedly spoke: "Alexander."

Ding Mu was stunned for a moment before remembering that he was calling him.

"Sir," Ding Mu tried to make himself more complimented, and there was no way to scold the monks for not being a vegetarian. "What are your instructions?"

Looking at the plates in the distance, the dean said a little tiredly: "Please bring the plates to me and come to my child."

Ding Mu obeyed the order. When he placed the plate in front of the dean, he noticed that the dean seemed to be inconvenient when he reached out to pick up the wine glass.

"How long have you been to Saint-Sei Baron?" the dean suddenly asked.

"It's been twenty-three days, Lord Dean."

Ding Mu blurted out, and then saw the dean looking at him with a little fun look.

"I remember very clearly," said the dean slowly. "Your desire to leave here is so strong that I feel a little unhappy."

Ding Mu opened his mouth, but couldn't think of any explanation.

At the same time, the dean's keen mind also made him feel a little uneasy.

People in this era may not be as knowledgeable as him, but they are never stupid.

This deeply taught Ding Mu a lesson. He reminded himself that he must be careful in the future and must not forget it just because he believes that he has common sense for hundreds of years.

Maybe the next time you are careless, what awaits him may be a sudden danger.

"Child, I know you have suffered a lot before. It must be very difficult for you to escape from the East, and you must have seen too many misfortunes. But everything has passed, and you are very safe here," the dean looked at Ding Mu. "I asked you, have you considered what you should do in the future?"

Ding Mu was stunned. Of course, he had considered what he should do in the future, and even kept thinking about how to return to his own era.

But the monastery suddenly asked him this question, which made him instinctively alert.

Here, you must always remember that you are a "outsider".

“I hope to find my family.”

Ding Mu said carefully that when he first arrived in Saint Saibalon, in order not to make people suspicious, Ding Mu got enlightenment from the Jila who also came from the East and made up a life experience that was difficult to see through.

According to him, he was separated from his relatives in order to avoid the war and the pagans fled from Crete with their parents to Europe, and was separated from his relatives in the trouble of Shanghai.

In fact, there were quite a few Eastern Roman refugees described in this era, as Ding Mu described. As more than half a century ago, as the Ottoman cavalry swept the last few remaining strongholds of the Eastern Roman Empire, and then approached Constantinople. Since then, many Romans who realized that the empire was about to usher in the doomsday began to flee to the European Greater 6 opposite the Mediterranean.

This wave of escape has been going on for many years, so there is no difficulty in Ding Mu calling himself such an escapee.

What's more, it is not easy to figure out a person's origin in this era. The whole of Europe is like a huge whirlpool of turmoil. War and turmoil will sweep every inch of land anytime and anywhere, and Italy is almost the center of this whirlpool.

So Ding Mu believes that as long as he is careful, he will not be exposed.

Ding Mu's answer did not seem to be beyond the expectations of the dean. He nodded: "Finding parents, of course, I believe God will guide you." Speaking of this, the dean looked at Ding Mu seriously. "When it comes to this, I think there is someone who can help you. Do you still remember the person I met in the yard before?"

Seeing Ding Mu nodding, the dean said again: "That man is a businessman, a devout believer. He has visited many places and met many people. If he is willing to help you, he may have the opportunity to meet your parents again."

Ding Mu was secretly surprised. He didn't understand why the dean of the monastery suddenly became enthusiastic. Although he was taken in, Ding Mu did not think that the dean was just a generous and kind person.

Thinking of the dispute between the two people I heard by chance before, Ding Mu felt that things might not be as simple as the dean said.

"You can be a servant for him, he will be a generous and just master," the dean still tried to impress Ding Mu. "If you are willing to go with him, there is something here that I happen to need you to do."

"I heard from you to the dean." Ding Mu replied carefully. Before he knew the dean's purpose, he decided to adapt to the situation.
To be continued...