Seeing a person who was obviously dead appear in front of him, Ding Mu was really frightened!

His face was shocked, and he almost blurted out a scream.

Then he realized that this person was not Kunto, or that it should be another Kunto.

Although they have similar appearances, there is not much difference in Suichi, but if you look closely, you will still find differences.

The man's chin was slightly narrower and his nose was slightly higher, giving the impression of being more distinct, rather than Kunto's mediocrity that he could barely remember his appearance when he looked back, and more importantly, he seemed to be slightly taller and more muscular than Kunto's.

"You scared me," the exclamation in Ding Mu's mouth turned into a little blame, although he didn't know what this person had to do with Kunto, but since it wasn't Kunto, he didn't have to worry too much, "Who are you?" ”

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," the other party bowed slightly apologetically, this person was wearing a gray robe that was almost inconspicuous like Kunto, which was why Ding Mu began to think of him as Kunto, "I'm Cyrian, a merchant from Palermo, willing to serve you." “

"Alexander," Ding Mu also saluted slightly, he had already confirmed that this person was not Kunto, and there was a deep hoarseness in this person's voice, as if someone had tied his throat with a rope, which was completely different from Kunto, "I am the treasurer of the priest's private library. ”

The corners of the man's mouth curled slightly, as if Ding Mu's words were funny: "I know, you are famous." ”

Ding Mu was surprised in his heart, of course he knew that he was not a famous person, and the person in front of him would say this, naturally because he did know himself.

"I've heard about you saving the minister on Easter Eve," explained Clarion, "and it takes a lot of courage, and I think it's because of that the priest that you will work for him." ”

"It was just a moment of luck, and if I were to be subjected to this kind of thing now, maybe I wouldn't be so impulsive." Ding Mu replied while casually glancing at the hand in front of him that was exposed outside his sleeve.

This is supposed to be a pair of hands that work all year round, and the tips of the fingers are slightly thick, which should be a lot of rough work, but it may also be because of the perennial holding of the sword.

"I'm going to be the chief priest," Clarion said, looking at the sun overhead, "I need to provide enough food and wine for the bishopric meeting, and many bishops are very particular about this. ”

"Then I wish you all the best, and I wish the bishops a good appetite." Ding Mu replied, watching Krian turn around and leave, his face slowly sank.

It seems that by tacit understanding, Ding Mu was completely sure that this person was the one who tried to assassinate Gomez on Easter night, and as for his similarity to Kunto, it was supposed to be a brother or something.

It's just that what is this person doing when he appears in front of him?

Seeing with your own eyes the people who sabotaged his operation, or is it simply a provocation?

Would he have known that he had found out that he was the assassin?

Ding Mu felt that his situation was getting worse and worse, and when he thought about it, everyone who had nothing to do with him seemed to have become entangled with him overnight, especially Gomez, how did he want to deal with Alfonso?

Anyone who knows that someone close to him wants to assassinate him is intolerable and unforgiving, not to mention that Gomez probably did not have the virtue of tolerance in the first place.

Ding Mu believed that he must be going to take revenge on Alfonso, but he didn't know what he would do.

Assassination or as was the case with the previous Bishop of Malejo? Ding Mu shook his head slightly, at least he felt that neither of these methods was suitable.

Even if the successive assassinations were successful, it would be a very bad thing for Gomez personally, at least the reputation of the palace minister would become very bad.

But if Alfonso is openly arrested, it may be even worse, not to mention that the palace minister needs to find a reason to gag everyone's mouth, and more importantly, Alfonso is definitely much more difficult to deal with than his predecessor Marejo, just look at the people like Kunto and Clian around him, you know that this priest is by no means a soft persimmon to be pinched.

The timing is also important, and although Fiche revealed Alfonso's intention to move the Episcopal Palace to Palermo, it now seems unlikely that this will be possible before the Synod of Bishops, that is, before the confirmation of Alfonso's election as Bishop of Palermo.

Therefore, Alfonso would have stayed in Monreale all the time, and the army here was obviously Alfonso's cronies, otherwise Alfonso would not have put Malegio under house arrest in the castle of Monreale, not far from the church.

Not so long ago, the castle was home to Malejo's church guards, but now they have been replaced by Alfonso's men.

In other words, nothing will happen before the bishopric meeting, Ding Mu secretly wondered, these things had nothing to do with him in the first place, but now he had to seriously think about it, he must know what he should do in the period between now and the bishopric meeting.

Ding Mu walked back to the library with a heavy heart, and before he entered the door, he heard an exaggerated exclamation from inside: "This is a miracle created by God, if I can buy it, I am willing to pay three, no, two gold flynns." ”

The voice sounded a little talkative, and following the past, Ding Mu soon saw a future art master with a big waist and a round waist in front of the innermost bookshelf.

"It's hard for my friend to find you," Michelangelo waved his hand from afar, and then stared at the shelves again, immersed in classical art, "Do you think the priest will give me some of these books?" Suddenly, he turned to ask.

"I don't know about this, but I want to ask how you got in, this is a private library," Ding Mu asked unhappily, even if he was a future master, but this kind of almost empty door behavior made him a little disgusted, "And I am the treasurer here." ”

"Oh, I'm sorry about this," Michelangelo seemed to remember, but there was not the slightest apology on his face, "the priest asked me to renovate the sculptures on Avenue Emmanelle, not just to get rid of bits and pieces, but to have a completely new look, a new look!" Can you think about it? ”

Michelangelo, who was still in high spirits at first, suddenly became angry, and he began to walk up and down the narrow aisles, complaining in a very fast voice about the demands of the priest, which were interspersed with some Florentine slang that Ding Mu did not understand, but at last he generally understood the reason why the young stonemason was angry, and did not give him money for processing.

"May, according to the agreement, I can finish all the work in May, but now," Michelangelo waved his stout arm, "I have to start all over again, even the two most important statues of the Norman kings have to be revised, and I have to repair the frescoes in the palace that were destroyed before, but the stingy guys under the priest are only willing to pay me for the materials, knowing that this money is very important to me, and I will rely on this money to complete my studies and the rest of my studies." ”

Michelangelo waved his arms indignantly, and a pair of hands that had been dealing with hammers, hammers, and knives all day long dangled in front of Ding Mu's eyes like winged stones.

Ding Mu looked at this person a little speechlessly, although he had long heard of this master who was respected by later generations as a masterpiece of the Renaissance era, in fact, he had the habit of comparing baht, but seeing this person angry and even shouting for the reward, this picture really made him feel unimaginable.

"I am a man who is willing to be kind to others," Michelangelo shook his thick fingers at Ding Mu, and the calluses on them almost poked the tip of Ding Mu's nose, "but if anyone thinks that I will work for them for nothing, it is wrong, I will defend every Flynn I deserve, even every Ni, because it is not just a matter of money, but also proves whether my work and work are worth this value, which is what I care about most." ”

Ding Mu nodded speechlessly, he couldn't help but admit that he could say that his hobby of money was so noble, he was really destined to become a master, but if such a declaration was from the "old rice" decades later, it might be praised by the world, but obviously for today's "millet", the result of such a calculating is likely to annoy the owner, and in the end the gains outweigh the losses.

However, Ding Mu has no time to accompany this literary and artistic young man now, he was about to open his mouth to send "Xiaomi" away, but he didn't expect "Xiaomi" to exclaim first, and then walked to the bookcase in a few steps, looking excited and couldn't help but sigh.

"God, what do I see," the stonemason, who had no future master, slapped the bookcase vigorously, shaking off the dust from the wooden shelves for many years, "This is a set of manuscripts on the architectural history of Palermo, it is incredible, you must know that these manuscripts may not be much in other cities, but they are too difficult to find in Palermo," he said casually, turning to Ding Mu and casually, "Of course you know that too many people have ruled this place in the past, the Normans, the Saracens, and of course you Greeks, all of them have built and dug here, So it's so hard to figure out what the city is like, and that's what bothers me the most, if you want to restore the ruined places, you have to have drawings of all the buildings, but no one gave me these things. ”

As he spoke, Michelangelo first shook his fist angrily, and then showed a flattering smile.

"My friend, you're not going to stand idly by while I'm going through this kind of suffering, are you?"

"We don't seem to be friends yet."

"It's okay, it's going to be soon, and as far as I know, bohemians are very generous and welcoming."

"I'm not bohemian."

"It's nothing, God didn't make anyone too perfect, and besides, isn't your wife a bohemian, that's fine."

"I'm Greek myself."

"That's great, I like the Greeks, and don't forget that I can carve you in stone so you can be immortal, and think about it, not everyone can be immortal, even kings."

"Okay, just tell me what you want to do." Ding Mu finally admitted that he was defeated, he never thought that this stonemason, who looked not much quieter than a pig slaughterer, would not be much thinner than Osborne once he became cheeky.

"Lend me the manuscript, and I promise to return it in its entirety," Michelangelo struggled to squeeze out a smile, although it was somewhat difficult for him, but he tried to be as flattering as possible, "With these manuscripts I can finish the work quickly, otherwise it will be a long delay, you must know that I have already planned to go to Rome, and I am fed up in Sicily." ”

Ding Mu waved his hand a little helplessly in agreement, although the manuscript was indeed precious, but he believed that Michelangelo would not swallow it without faith, because these things were of little value at least in this era, except as he said as a map of the city's architectural history.

What's more, being able to see the virtue of the future master just now, Ding Mu felt that it was worth it.

Michelangelo was undoubtedly a very impatient person, and Ding Mu's hand had not yet completely fallen, and he had already hurriedly begun to collect manuscripts from the shelves, as if he was afraid that Ding Mu would regret it.

But soon his slightly pointed brow furrowed, and after flipping a few more times to make sure, Michelangelo took the manuscripts in his arms with some disappointment.

"It's not complete," Michelangelo shook his head helplessly, "it's not complete, some of it is gone, and although these are already very helpful, it would be better if they were complete." ”

"Oh, what's missing?" Ding Muxian then asked, and then he suddenly moved his heart and walked over to look through the manuscripts, and slowly he raised his head and looked at Michelangelo, "Tell me which part of the manuscript is missing?" ”

Michelangelo was a little puzzled by Ding Mu, but he still replied: "It's about the part of the city built in the Norman era, from the Cathedral of Palermo to the ......"

"Is that part of Malaro Market Street?" Ding Mu interrupted Michelangelo.

"Yes, that's probably what the Normans built back then," Michelangelo recalled, "but Greek, you have a good memory, haven't you read these books before?" ”

"I've seen more than you think."

Ding Mu replied absentmindedly, he had already thought about the content of the book that Fischer had taken before, and even vaguely guessed why he wanted to borrow that book.

Everything is really fate, Ding Mu sighed in his heart.

Tilting his head to look at Michelangelo, who was still chattering next to him, Ding Mu suddenly poured out half of the gold from the leather bag on the shelf and gave it to him.

"If you want to travel for further study, then take it," Ding Mu was generous like a local tyrant, looking at the stunned look of "Xiaomi", Ding Mu smiled slightly, "This is what you deserve, don't ask me why, but rest assured that it is all legitimate money, with this money you can go to Rome, Venice or even Bologna, to learn great art, I believe you will have something to do, I am very optimistic about you." ”