The blue sea surface is like a beautiful carpet that never stops undulating. The white waves embellish the texture of the carpet. When the wooden boat sails in, the fine waves "embroidered" white flowers at the bow of the boat. Under the same washing sky, it seems that the whole world is shining in a blue area.

The sunlight shines on the body and looks warm, but the splashing sea water hits the face, making it look extremely cold.

When the weather is good, the Mediterranean scenery is very charming and sailing is also a very pleasant thing. Although fishermen are not the best business to make a living in the Mediterranean, in the eyes of merchants, the Mediterranean is a rare gift given to God.

Today's so-called long voyages are still more likely to follow the ancient course and sail carefully along the coast. Unlike the adventurers in Aragon or Castile, travelers in the Mediterranean are always careful and refuse to take one more step towards the deeper ocean.

The rugged changes in the coastline provide travelers with enough safe havens to always find a safer harbor in bad weather or a village with hot soup, which is also a place to satisfy people traveling in the Mediterranean.

So for many sailors, it is a bit too crazy to take risks in the distant and dangerous Africa and the mysterious Atlantic Ocean.

Jonnini skillfully manipulated his beloved fishing boat. Although this boat was not suitable for traveling far, he didn't care about running a longer distance for those gold coins.

The businessman named Kuntuo didn't talk much. After getting on the boat, he found a comfortable place to sit down, wrapped himself tightly with a blanket, then put on the wide-brimmed hat, and only showed one face and started napping.

Jonnini would look at this person from time to time, but he spent more time "competing" with Ding Mu.

At the beginning, when I saw Ding Mu, Jonnini almost gave up this very good business.

In Jonnini's eyes, Ding Mu had obviously become the devil in his fate with two horns on his head, black wings on his back, and sharp noses and ears on his head. If he hadn't seen him dressed in a monk, Jonnini would have almost pulled a few pieces of salt from the boat board and smashed it over.

Even so, before going to sea, Jonnini went to the dock to find a guy selling icons and atonement talismans, and spent a lot of money to buy a few gadgets and wear them on her body.

So along the way, Jonnini's eyes kept circling around Ding Mu, as if he would always overturn his poor boat at any time.

Ding Mu didn't care that Jonnini always cast her hot eyes that seemed to be only looking at "true love". He was thinking about what to do in the future.

Ding Mu naturally didn't think that he would be Kuntuo's servant forever, and he was somewhat suspicious of the unknown secret between the dean of the Monastery and Kuntuo. He didn't know what people and things this secret might involve, but it was obvious that the dean of the Monastery asked him to travel with Modilo's name, which was somewhat abnormal.

If he was really a Greek boy named Alexander Juliant Combray, he might not only not doubt the apostle's words, but even to be grateful. But in fact, Ding Mu not only had no so-called relatives to find, nor was he a ignorant child as people guessed, so he soon smelled some conspiracy.

It was just that this was a rare and safe opportunity to leave Saint Saibalon, so Ding Mu decided to seize this opportunity.

However, for two days on the sea, except for Jonnini always looking at him with the look of "caring for mental retardants", everything went smoothly.

Because he lost his friend, Ding Mu became Jonnini's temporary helper. While he was learning how to slap the straight sail in the past two days, he gradually realized the current situation on Sicily.

Italy is now a chaotic era of aristocratic separatism and conquering each other, while Sicily is a period of so-called "two Sicily kingdoms coexist".

What puzzled Ding Mu, a promising young man who had been influenced by the unified thinking since childhood, was a king who was far away from the other side of the Mediterranean and seemed to be inseparable from not only inherited the throne of the largest island in the Mediterranean, but also took the initiative to divide the place into two parts for his sons to inherit it separately.

Of course, these have happened many years ago. The current Sicily king is Ferdinand of Aragon, while Palermo is the kingdom and bishop where he has almost never seen his king.

Thinking of the bishop, Ding Mu sneaked his pocket, which contained the letter from the dean of the monastery to the Bishop of Palermo.

"Give me some water," Kuntuo, who was sitting behind, suddenly spoke. He stared at Ding Mu with his eyes, and then pressed his wet hat on his head. "Hurry up."

Ding Mu took out the clay pot from the wooden grey under the boat board and handed it over. When his hands and Kuntuo accidentally touched each other's hand tightened instantly and the kettle was suddenly taken away.

"Where are we?" Kuntuo returned the kettle to Ding Mu and suddenly asked again.

"It'll be there soon," Jonnini looked up to the coast for a moment. "If the wind does not change, maybe we can catch a hot supper in Klecce."

"Then call me then." Kuntuo said, stretching the blanket, and then covering his head and face with a hat, as if he had fallen asleep again.

Seeing him motionless, Ding Mu always felt that if he was a little surprised, the man would suddenly jump up.

Although he didn't travel far, Gionini was still familiar with the route. When the coastline not far away was about to be enveloped in the darkness and the sea began to become windy and waves, Gionini's ship sailed into a slightly recessed harbor. Looking at the lights of the fishing village getting closer and closer on the shore, Gionini's mouth cracked and whistled: "We have arrived at the place, Klecce Village, this place has everything we need, grilled fish, beer and warm beds. We can sleep here comfortably tonight, knowing that we will have a long way to go from tomorrow."

Kuntuo, who had never spoken, looked at the approaching fishing village, nodded, said, "This place is good", and grabbed the bag around him in his hand and stood at the bow of the boat.

At this time, the sky was almost completely dark, and Kunto's back looked a little blurred against the lights of the fishing village in the distance. Looking at his background, Jonnini's eyes suddenly opened wide, as if something secret was revealed.

Then he waved to Ding Mu and continued to say carelessly: "Come and help me quickly, we have to hurry up and have supper."

There are not only grilled fish beer and warm beds in the village of Lecce. Jonnini is obviously a celebrity here. He greets him affectionately when he sees him. When the two plump women immediately scream with joy when they see Jonnini, Ding Mu understood the meaning of his whistle.

"You are very popular here," Kunto looked around. Jonnini took them to a small hotel in the fishing village that seemed to be well-behaved. Here he was received more enthusiastic. But Kunto obviously didn't want to join in the fun, but chose a table near the corner and ate supper silently with Ding Mu until Jonnini came back with alcohol in her mouth. "It seems you know everyone here."

Jonnini wiped off the minced flesh from the corner of her mouth and laughed: "I've been here for a while before. At that time, I was still young and just ran out of my house. You know that young people like to make trouble everywhere."

Kuntuo nodded as if he expressed understanding, and then stopped talking.

"I have asked you to arrange a place to live, but only two people can be squeezed together," said Jonnini, who looked back at the counter, was looking at him, and a full woman was glaring at him, and ambiguous smile appeared on his face. "I won't come back tonight. I will come to call you tomorrow morning, I wish you a good night's sleep."

After saying that, he grinned and grinned, he squeezed through the crowd and walked towards the woman who was like a cow full of juice.

Kuntuo and the others followed the hotel owner through a narrow walkway and entered a room close to it.

The room was very simple, with nothing but a bed and a chair that looked pretty solid.

Kuntuo threw his bag on the bed and lay down, and soon there were muffled snoring sounds.

Although I had many questions in my heart, my fatigue made Ding Mu feel heavy eyelids and he quickly fell asleep.

In his sleep, Ding Mu suddenly felt his breathing rapid. He suddenly opened his eyes and immediately saw Kun Tuo's face close to him, and his mouth was being covered by Kun Tuo with his hands!

Ding Mu was shocked and was about to resist, but he felt his neck suddenly become cold.

A sharp short sword was pressing against his throat!

"Shh..."

Kuntuo raised his sword and made a silence. At the same time, Ding Mu heard almost the sound of "crying" prying the door bolt.

"Don't make a sound," Kuntuo whispered in Ding Mu's ear, pointing to the direction of the door. Seeing that Ding Mu was not struggling, Kuntuo let go first, and then slowly let go of him "Go hide, someone is coming."

Ding Mu nodded slightly. Although he didn't know what he had given birth, he understood that this was not a good sign.

In this turbulent era where life can be killed by illness or war at any time, it is common for travelers to be murdered.

Kuntuo groped forward in the darkness, his dagger was hidden in his wide robe, and there was no reflection at all.

This made Ding Mu again confirm that this person is definitely not an ordinary businessman, at least he is good at hiding whereabouts.

The door moved gently, and then it was kicked open from outside with a loud bang!

Two figures rushed in!

In the darkness, Ding Mu couldn't see Kuntuo's movements clearly, and only saw a figure suddenly appearing from the door and a flash of light.

A pirate intruder screamed in pain, and the dagger pierced under his ribs and stabbed into his internal organs.

The man's shouting continued, and Kuntuo had already left him and rushed towards another person.

The dagger in his hand drew an arc to slash at the other party's neck, and the man instinctively raised his arm to block it.

Surprisingly, the dagger slashed the opponent's arm but only cut off the sleeve.

Kun Tuo was stunned. The other party had raised his hand and smashed Kun Tuo's shoulder with the hilt of the sword!

All this happened too quickly, Ding Mu didn't even react. The two of them had fallen to the ground and started to fight.

Ding Mu, hiding behind, vaguely saw the man who was stabbed by Kuntuo before leaning on the ground with his sword, struggling to try to get up.

Although he suspected that Kuntuo had any conspiracy, he could not think too much at this time.

He grabbed the chair at hand and raised it high. As the moment he fell, Ding Mu met the man's raised eyes.

Looking at the fearful look that could be detected even in the dark, Ding Mu paused his hand and then smashed it hard!

The bloody smell of the nose filled the darkness made Ding Mu tremble all over his body. He never thought that one day he would end his life with his own hands.

Suddenly his shoulder was grabbed tightly, Ding Mu instinctively raised the chair, but his wrist was grabbed.

"Be careful, little guy."

Kuntuo whispered, and the enemy was motionless on the ground at his feet. As Kuntuo ignited the fish oil lamp, Ding Mu realized that a large hole had been pulled on the man's neck, and blood was gushing out.

Kuntuo picked up the daggers used by the two men from the ground, and his face began to look ugly.

They were two narrow and long triangle-shaped assassination blades. The blade was deliberately polished into two rows of grooves near the shield guard. Under the light, the short sword with a cold light looked intimidating, but this was not as worrying as the expression on Kuntuo's face.

Kuntuo was a little surprised when he saw these two short swords, and then became nervous.

"How is that possible."

He squatted down to search for things on the two of them. When he opened the sleeves, he found that the man had a pair of strong and hard cowhide wristbands tied to his arm. He had slashed the wristbands with one sword before.

When he flipped out a purse full of golden jinni from the pockets of the two, Kunto's face turned even more ugly.

"Follow me."

He grabbed the package and carried it on his back, waved to Ding Mu, and walked out of the room with the oil lamp.

Ding Mu hesitated and grabbed another short sword from the ground and followed.

The corridor was quiet, as if the entire hotel was still sleeping, and he did not notice the battle just now.

Ding Mu held the dagger tightly, his heart beating violently, and his unusual silence made him nervous.

Suddenly, just as he walked to the stairs, he stopped at Kun Tuo's feet, and at this moment, a figure suddenly fell outside the window opposite the corridor!

The figure hangs outside the window and shakes left and right. Under the moonlight, Ding Mu clearly saw a rope leading up to his tilted neck.

The moonlight shone on the man's face, and Ding Mu recognized the woman who had met Jonnini before!
Chapter completed!