Conquer the Dawn of Heaven

In Jonini's eyes, Hoasan Forgazi Ashurk was a terrible person, even though he was actually very kind sometimes, but this person was still terrible.

This can be seen from the fact that the soldiers who had troubled him before were executed.

When the officials of the city of Kalibo knew that a messenger of the Ottoman Sultan had arrived in Kalibo, there was another commotion. They immediately sent a representative to meet the distinguished guest, wanting to know what he had asked.

And Ashhurk did have something to find them. His first request was that the pier soldiers whom everyone thought had obtained his forgiveness before the execution.

Ashurk ’s reason is simple. If he only offends himself, he can forgive them for his kindness, but if he offends the messengers of Sudan, then they must be punished with the cruelest punishment.

There is no mercy, no kindness, only the punishment of atonement with death. This is the awe-inspiring majesty of the Sultan who ruled the huge Ottoman Empire.

The officials of Kalibo were completely frightened by the horror and power of the Ottomans. They did not even raise the simplest objections. Although it seems too much to kill people in this small city, they still executed several at a time. , But they were indeed terrified, so that the so-called opposition and resistance only insisted on a few words of kung fu, and they all lost their helmets and disarmed. The only thing they can fight from the Ottomans is to hope that those people are beheaded Instead of being subjected to the pagan death penalty that was terrified to the extreme, otherwise the souls of these people would not be able to enter hell.

The tax collector finally got his wish, and he was also taken to the execution ground with the soldiers. Unfortunately, all his courage was spent on self-sacrifice when he imagined himself to be a martyr of God and a saint persecuted by pagans. Going on, so when he heard that he was going to be executed, the tax collector passed out because of fear. Later, when he knew that he was going to die, the man cried like a child on the execution table.

But as Jonini said, "This is a cold-blooded pagan without a heart," Ashurk was completely unmoved by those who begged him for forgiveness, even if someone in the soldier's family begged to kneel at his residence Outside the door, but he did not take it seriously, and even played a piece of music that sounded quite exotic in the cry of the woman outside the door.

All this is seen in the eyes of the people, who have a renewed impression of the Sudan and his country. The entanglement of anger and fear makes them truly feel the threat from the Ottomans.

Jonini walked on a familiar street, and someone always greeted him along the way. He was a capable person in the eyes of the Kalibo because of his knowledge, especially when he heard that he was on the boat carrying the Ottoman messenger. After working, the people who were already very enthusiastic almost took him as a new thing.

People scrambled to see Jonini, who came home, and asked him about the terrible pagan. Everything about him has now become the only topic that the Karibo discusses all day, whether or not he has seen him personally. Yes, everyone has regarded him as a messenger sent by the devil, and the devil is now trying to take his army across the Mediterranean to rule and blood-wash Europe.

Jonini was very patient. He told the curious neighbors and the city people who heard the news from Russia time and time again. He had never seen the Sudanese because he would not easily leave his famous big man. The palace, as to whether the Ottomans used the meat and blood of the poor Christians they captured as food for the whole day, he could not speak because he had not seen him.

As for the messenger, Jonini reminded people not to offend him at the same time, but also told them that this person is actually quite good-tempered and generous. If he is not a messenger, he must maintain his due dignity. Sometimes He even "is an interesting and compassionate real nobleman".

The smooth words of the old sailor did not persuade the Kalibo who saw several **** heads. On the contrary, people were more afraid of this person, because they felt that the pagan was obviously a killer as a commonplace guy.

Giannini, who had finally sent those people away, hurried out of the house before he could rest. He walked along the path to the beach, and after a long walk, he quietly entered a wood not far from the shore.

This is an unobtrusive forest, and Jonini walked inside carefully, while carefully recognizing the direction.

It was too dark that night, and Jonini was worried about being found to be in a hurry, so he just remembered that he dragged Modillo's body ashore and buried it in the rough place of the wood.

As for why he buried the unlucky monk at the risk of being discovered, Giorini couldn't tell himself.

He only knew that he had inadvertently found a murder, only because it was too dark at the time, and he was not sure who the two men on the cliff were doing this terrible thing.

"Or not sure." Giannini murmured in his mouth. He felt that he actually knew who the murderer was, but he didn't dare to think about those places for a moment.

Jonini stopped to recognize the direction, and then continued to move forward. When he came to a **** facing the beach, he recognized it again, and then walked over a few seemingly abrupt stones to stand.

"This is it," Giannini drew a cross on his chest. He remembered that he buried the poor Modillo that night, because he was afraid that it would rain to wash off the mud above him. He found a few nearby. A stone covered the monk's "grave". In fact, this is also for later searching. "Are you comfortable sleeping here, monk?"

Jonini squatted down and patted a stone in front of him. He also said badly why he wanted to bury this person. He just vaguely felt that it might be useful in the future, thinking that he took a cross from his pocket.

This was when Jonini was removed from his neck when he buried Jordi Modillo. It had Modillo's name on it, and he might have engraved it by himself.

Giannini wrapped the lanyard in his hands and kissed the cross gently by his mouth.

Like many sailors, Jonini is also superstitious. He firmly believes that the discovery of this murder and his choice to leave such evidence are some kind of power suggesting that as for this is a revelation from God or some mysterious omen, he Actually don't care.

"Maybe one day I will let you leave here, I hope you will bring me luck at that time." Giannini patted the stone as a sign and metaphor for the tombstone, and then stood up towards the woods Look at the hill outside called Cuiling.

The crest of Cui Ling can be seen vaguely from the dense gaps in the woods, and the Monastery of Saint Sebalon was built on that hill.

Jonini is still very familiar with the monastery. He had sent some fish to San Seballon more than once before, and he still remembers to try his best to please Monk Modillo every time.

Now Modillo had been buried under those stones, and Jonini returned to Kalibo.

Somehow, Giannini suddenly remembered the young man named Alexander Juliant Gumbre.

Where is the young man now, where is Naples?

Jonini knew that the young man who had been rescued by him now seemed to be a big figure, and even the beautiful Bohemian girl seemed to have a good life.

Only the old Jonini was still desperately trying to live his life at sea. While complaining so secretly, Jonini took a big step through the woods and walked up the Cui Ling.

Just as when Alexander was rescued, Cui Ling still showed the coldness in the winter. The cold wind blowing on the sea in the distance made everyone walking on the mountain road take a lot of effort. Halfway through, Jonini had to stop and rest, licking his chapped lips, and the old sailor couldn't help looking back at the sea.

"It's coming." Giannini cheered himself up, and when he saw the figure in front of him pulling a heavy waterwheel, he walked quickly to catch up.

"Need help?" Giannini said, pushing the car behind.

"Thank you, God bless you kindhearted people." The man pulling the car was a middle-aged man, and he nodded gratefully to Jonini. "You are a local? Why haven't I seen you?"

"I haven't seen you, are you not a Kalibo?"

"No," the middle-aged man struggled to pull the car forward. "I came from Crete more than a month ago. Now Crete is restless. Pagans may attack there at any time. I am afraid so I took my family on the boat. I escaped. Fortunately, God blessed our family to Kalibo. Now I am working for the monastery, and my family is in the city. Speaking of this, although it is not good, at least it is still safe. ?"

The middle-aged people are very talkative. Perhaps the long suppressed life in the monastery makes me feel unbearable. As soon as I open my mouth, I can't stop talking. Even Giovanni, who has always been naturally talkative, can't talk.

"Working for the monastery," Giorini smiled, and he remembered the young Greek young man, just like him, this man was also to avoid the Ottomans, but obviously this man was much lucky, at least It ’s safe on the road. “Then the monastery is still okay now. I asked him if he ’s still healthy? It ’s been almost a year since I left Karibo.”

Listening to the sailor's question, the middle-aged man could not help but have a slight meal.

"Why, isn't he good?" Jonini asked a bit worriedly.

"No, Senior Dean is in good health. Maybe he can live to be 80 years old. I just think his spirit seems a bit ..." The middle-aged man said, extended a finger and turned around his head to make a gesture "Master Dean often stays alone, and he doesn't seem to like me very much." He shook his head a little helplessly.

"That's too bad," Jonini echoed sympathetically. "I'm a sailor. I think I can understand your mood. A monastery is like a boat. If the captain doesn't like you, it's too bad." "

Jonini's words obviously made the middle-aged person feel that he had found someone to talk to. He immediately began to talk about the distress in his heart. From his words, Jonini quickly knew the recent situation of the abbey.

"It seems that the dean has something to worry about, maybe he is worried about the Ottomans," Jonini said, shaking his head. "But the Ottomans did come, although only one came, but who knows later."

"Yeah, I heard that, an Ottoman messenger." The middle-aged man also said with great anxiety, both of them were thinking about their own affairs, for a time, except for the creaking of the wheels rolling on the ground, both of them were silent.

The car filled with water tanks finally reached the ground, and San Sebalon was already in front of him. Giorini slowly walked forward a few steps, looking up at the sturdy stone building.

Although Saint Seballon is not a famous place, it is the earliest monastery built on the entire south coast of Sicily, and when it was built, the monastery was designed to be so strong that the French occupied Occupy Sicily. , Sent people to repair the monastery more than once.

The middle-aged man dragged the waterwheel along a path by the monastery wall to an obscure corner door ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Jonini followed him.

Seeing him follow, although the middle-aged man looked back, he said nothing.

The corner door was heavy and thick despite its low height. When the door was pushed open, it made a dull sound.

Giannini stood by the waterwheel and watched someone open the door from the inside. To his surprise, he didn't expect an old man to be standing inside the slightly dim door.

"Sir Dean," the middle-aged man bowed to salute, and then aside. "Are you going out again, it seems a little cold today."

"It's God's arrangement whether the weather is good or bad," the monastery slowly walked out of the dark with his cane. "Maybe bad weather is sometimes a gift from God."

"You are speaking to the dean." Giannini bowed to the abbey. "Everything is God's arrangement."

The dean apparently didn't expect there were any other people here. He took a step at the foot. When he saw Jonini's face clearly, he let out a "hum" like a sigh of relief.

"I remember it was almost a year ago that you sent the fish last time. How is your life at sea?" The monastery asked casually.

"Thank you, Senior Dean," Giannini took the abbey's hand and kissed. "It's okay, at least this time I came back to Kalibo alive."

"This is the grace of God, pray my prayers once, my child." The monastery walked slowly along the wall to the distance after some absent-minded words.

Watching the Abbey finally disappear at the corner at the end of the long wall, Jonini's face could not help revealing a trace of contemplation.

"Does the dean always go out to the beach to spread this way?" He asked, seemingly casually.

"Yeah, at least I often see him doing this." The middle-aged man moved the water tank off the car with the help of Jonini.

"Really, I haven't heard that he has this hobby before." Giannini murmured.