There are many mavericks in the world, some of which are due to their personalities, some are aliens between geniuses and madmen, and the vast majority of the remaining ones are really sick.

Alexander has heard that some art masters have quirks.

Normally, some can only make thoughts after getting drunk, some can only create wonderful music on rainy days, and some can only smell the odor of rotten apples to write excellent works, or stand upside down, allowing blood to fill your forehead until it is unbearable.

All of these are acceptable, but the person in front of him seems too special.

Looking at his naked body that had just come out of the Garden of Eden, full of returning to nature, as well as his hair that was elegant and elegant on his head and some parts, and his little thing shaking his head with the childlike fun under his crotch, Alexander felt that he should not have the honor to meet a master who was brewing for the world, but to meet a real psychopath.

What should I do when I encounter a madman? This question is still circling in Alexander's mind, and the Moors have demonstrated him with their actions.

Uriu picked up a stone with edges on the ground, and smashed it to the person who was walking upright with his head held high!

But Uriu obviously hadn't learned Sophina's ability to throw something out at will, so the stone slipped through the parabola and flew past the man's head, and then the jumping "Adam" stopped.

The man stood in the middle of the road from afar and looked at Alexander and the others, and looked back at the stone thrown on the ground.

Then he pointed to the stone and said, "You guys want to hit me with that thing, right?"

Alexander glanced at Uriu helplessly. He originally thought that this servant should be very steady, but now when he saw him competing with a madman, he felt that it was not so reliable.

"Get away, you bastard," Uriu stood in front of Alexander, making a gesture of rushing out, as if he was chasing a dog. "Don't let your bad luck touch our bodies."

After he said this, Alexander remembered that people in this era regarded mentally ill as being possessed by evil spirits or possessed by devils. This statement is true that regardless of race, there are almost any taboos everywhere.

"Do your servant think I am possessed by the devil?" The man pointed at his naked body and asked Alexander in surprise.

But something was wrong where he pointed, which made Uriu simply bent down and picked up a larger stone and wanted to smash it over.

"Stop," Alexander whispered more than anything. He felt that if he didn't intervene quickly, they might be in a life lawsuit before entering the city. "Let's ignore this psychopath and leave quickly."

"Crazy?" The man pointed at himself again in anger, but this time he learned his lesson and pointed at his chest slightly upwards. "You actually regard the amazing monk Maximo as a brainless person. Don't you know that you are standing in front of a giant?"

"A giant less than five cubits tall," Uriu laughed. Although he threw away the stone, he kept waving his hand like a flies, and swallowed his hand into his sleeve, as if he was afraid of sticking something unclean. "Go away quickly and don't block our way."

"Your servant is so rude," the man stared at Uriu with dissatisfaction, and then turned around and walked forward with Alexander. "He doesn't know who he is talking to, but you should know that you must have heard of my reputation, just as you have heard of the name of the man sitting on the throne of Rome, but my reputation is obviously better than that person. At least I am not only devoted to God, but also for this piety, I always maintain my physical purity and virginity without falling into the ravines of desire."

"Oh, you can see that you are indeed pure," Alexander looked at the man. Although he felt strange, he found that the man had a clear and close conversation. Although he still looked like a madman, he was not the kind of person who had completely lost his mind. "But can you not walk with us? You must know that we are covered in filth, and maybe it will bring shame to you."

"I won't care. Don't you know that the great monk Maximo once vowed to sacrifice himself and purify everything in this world with his words and deeds?"

As the man who claimed to be a monk Mahimo said, he simply turned around and went backward to tell Alexander about his various great achievements. Seeing his head shaking, Alexander felt a little regretful that he had stopped Uriu and opened it to him.

At this moment, they heard a roar full of anger: "It's that guy, it's him who slept on my wife!"

With this roar, several people ran out of the woods.

These are strong men who look like locals, all of them are murderous, and the leader is pulling and pulling a woman who is not dressed, crying and making a fuss.

Seeing these people, the man who had previously claimed to have always been virgin immediately changed his face. He turned around and used the previous jumping method to show off his legs. Before running, he did not forget to shout to Alexander who had not yet reacted: "Run, brother, catch him and be beaten to death!"

"They are in the same group, and they catch these two people!" The angry husband immediately shook his hand and rushed towards Alexander.

Alexander felt a little stunned for a moment. He really didn't expect this person to cheat him like this, but when he looked at the catching her husband who rushed over like a mad cow, he had no chance to explain anything at all.

"run!"

Alexander, who made the decision in an instant, shouted to Uriu and followed the man and ran away!

The loyal servant immediately followed the master and started running.

So, led by "Adam" who was naked and steadily, a team of catching evil spirits, which were occasionally accompanied by waves of curses, launched a unique competitive competition on the country road leading to Naples.

What surprised Alexander was that the Moors quickly showed their natural talent for track and field. Although they started the latest, they ran faster and faster. In the end, Uriu surpassed Alexander and the monk Mahimo, and rushed towards the city of Naples with great success.

Far from the center of Naples, there is a hill called Moeri. The hill is not high but it looks prominent because of its steep terrain. Many years ago, this hill was used by the Normans to monitor the threat of sneak attacks from outside the city to build several small fortresses. However, as the city expanded over the years, the hill of Moeri became part of the city, and the forts lost their function and were abandoned.

However, someone soon fell in love with this place, so a tavern called "Oukoushou" opened here.

After many years, this tavern is still there, but the owner has been changed for several generations.

The terrain of the "Observe Post" is very high and steep. Only a very narrow stone steps leads up from below. Standing at the entrance of the tavern, you can almost see the roofs of several streets nearby.

So when a woman opened the small door of the pub with a large jar and was about to walk down the stone steps, she saw several people walking towards the pub from a distance through a slanted street.

Although it was still far away, the woman knew that those people were coming to the tavern because she had already recognized the person sitting in the front.

"Bar, let your sister go back quickly," the woman turned around and shouted to the tavern, "The annoying Maximo is here again, bringing a few friends."

"That's right, I'm still thinking about how to ask this guy for his money for wine." As the sound of alcohol came, a big guy who seemed to be trying to squeeze the door of the tavern appeared at the door.

The man wore a soft nightcap on his head. Although the clothes on his body were already large, they still stretched tightly to both sides, so that the originally popular leg-covered pants looked like a huge mushroom from a distance.

"Let your sister stay behind first. I'm worried that she will secretly send money to that guy. You forgot that she did this before." The woman reminded her husband dissatisfiedly, "You should also be careful, don't let that bastard cheat you so easily."

"I want to ask him for money for alcohol."

The big guy waved his hand to his wife impatiently. Speaking of which, his family has run this tavern for several generations, and he has been managing business in the tavern since he was a child. It can be said that he has become a human being, but in this way, people take advantage of loopholes to eat and drink for nothing, which makes the big guy both painful and annoyed.

Looking down from the door of the tavern, the people had disappeared from the corner of the street and were about to come soon.

The big guy let out a "hum" sound from his nose and clenched his fists hard. It didn't look like he wanted to ask a customer to collect debts, but it seemed like he was cheering himself up first.

"Lucky Bar!" When a slightly exaggerated voice sounded from below the steps, the figure of the monk Mahimo also appeared at the end of the steps. However, at this time he had already put on his clothes. Although it was two old clothes that were inconsistent with the identity of the monk he claimed to be and had no choice but to show the so-called primitive beauty at least, he did not need to nakedly show the so-called primitive beauty.

"Maximo," the big guy snorted in his nose, looking down at the man below condescendingly, "Why are you here again? Are you here to eat and drink again?"

"Bar, how many times have I told you that I am the great monk Mahimo, who studied and studied in great places such as Florence and Bologna, and then had a huge impact on the local area. I even have many friends in Rome," said the monk Mahimo who turned around and said to the two people following behind, "Believe me, I have talked and laughed with many great people and discussed the most profound issues of the current era together. This is not bragging. If you have heard of these people, you must have heard of me, they are..."

"You should still owe the wine money." The big guy interrupted the long speech of monk Maximo. He walked down the stone steps and stood on the steps one level higher than Maximo. In this way, Maximo even had to put the back of his head completely on his neck to look at him. "You owe me..."

"My God, you actually asked me for money for alcohol?" Maximo suddenly shouted, and the tone was filled with surprise and confusion, which made people who were not clear about things feel that they were blackmailing him.

"If you don't thank me, I'll ask me for money for alcohol?" Ma Ximo looked at the big guy with a look of surprise. "You forgot who brought such a good business to your tavern? You forgot how you struggled to maintain this broken shop before? Who made your business prosperous? And it's because who often came in and out of you that attracted so many customers? Now that you make money, you actually asked me to pay for your wine. Did you forget that just a few days ago, I just said that I would gather around casually, and dozens of guests you can't even invite to squeeze into your broken house, drank all your wine, and asked me for money for alcohol? Do you think you should say that?"

The big guy who had to refute at the beginning had already made Ma Ximo speechless, and the monk was also energetic at this time. He asked a question and walked up the next step, forcing the big guy to retreat. When he finally finished asking, they were already standing on the hotel sign.

"Okay, I won't bother with you," said Mahimo at this time in a generous tone. Then he pushed away the big guy who couldn't stop sweating, and turned to the master and servant Alexander who was watching this scene interestingly, "Come in and don't be polite, my friends, just take it as your home."

After saying that, monk Maximo pushed open the door and walked into the "Optimal Way" tavern with a gesture of entering his territory.

Then, a burst of shouts erupted in the tavern!

"Look, it's Monk Maximo who is here!"

"Mr. Mahimo, may God bless you!"

"May God bless us all, may God bless the Pope, his mistresses, and his own illegitimate sons, and may God give us the opportunity to enjoy good wine."

"Oh~~"

Following Maximo's words, the noisy shouts immediately sounded from the tavern like a frying pan!

"Master, are we really going in?" Uriu asked in a low voice. Hearing the shouting, whistle, and the faint sound of weapons colliding, he felt that this place was as terrifying as the legendary purgatory.
Chapter completed!