Conquer the Dawn of Heaven

Down the Tiber River, near the southwest of the city of Rome, the surface of the Tiber River suddenly widened, and the view across the river could be clearly seen because of the distance. (Pinyin of biqiwu)

Here, there is a not-so-large turn of the Tiber River. A spindle-shaped island in the heart of the river temporarily divides the Tiber River into two branches, and then merges again at the other end of the island, continuing to roll downstream. go with.

This small island is called Tiber Island. Although the area of ​​the island is not large, there is a very famous building, the sleeping place of Saint Gufra.

In the history of the city of Rome, there is no shortage of saints who were martyred for faith. There are many stories from the earliest St. Paul to the countless sages who sacrificed their lives to spread doctrines. In fact, some are exciting and some are fascinating. But some people feel sad and helpless.

Among these early martyrdom saints, St. Gufra is a very different kind of person.

This man ’s first half of his life was almost useless, even a sloppy swingman, even after he became a monk, he was not so peaceful and guarded himself, so he soon could not bear the hard life in the monastery, from the monastery in the name of preaching Li escaped, and relied on a beautiful face to seduce the rich ladies.

How could such a person have nothing to do with becoming a respectable saint, but so many wonderful things happened like this.

At the age of 40, this idle monk suddenly seemed to have changed his mind like a big enlightenment. He abandoned those debauchery lives, broke off relations with all women, and then began a religious monk, listening to the will of God, and at 10 Years later, he suddenly claimed to have received the revelation of God after praying for one time, and then he decided to build a monastery on the small island of the heart of the Tiber.

At the time, he vowed that the monastery must be a kind of donation raised by himself, and he was not willing to accept any large donations.

His wish was obviously not so realistic. After all, such a monastery could not be built on his own property that had been squandered, and with a little fundraising, but Gufrah really started to be everywhere. Preparations are made for the construction of this monastery which is unlikely to be built by others.

Gufra's second half of his life was spent in almost complete suffering. Many people offered to help him, but they were rejected by him, and he failed to build this monastery in the end.

By the time of his death, the monastery had just built a foundation that seemed to appear in the distant future.

But he was respected by people. People buried him in the center of the foundation of this unbuilt monastery. He erected a tombstone to express his remembrance of him. Many people regarded him as a clear propaganda for God to save a fallen person. Because of this, more than a century after the death of Gufra, he was sealed as a saint.

As for the monastery on the Tiber Island, some people were willing to contribute to continue the construction, but this proposal was not finally agreed. This is because the church believes that the monastery that has not been built seems to be more able to truly show the goal of St. Gufra. His life is still impossible, but he can finally be buried here, and he can still get the meaning of God's forgiveness and glory.

However, at the other end of the island not too far from the sleeping place of Saint Gufra, another monastery was built to commemorate the model who turned back.

The topography of Tiber Island is that the northern end of the sleeping place of St. Gufra is higher than the southern end of the monastery. From the entrance of the monastery, you can vaguely see some horizons on the far edge, but because of the low terrain, other things are not visible of.

After a few days of icy weather, the city of Rome fell into continuous rain and rain. The sky was gray and the sun could not be seen. Standing at the door of the monastery, a cold wind directly poured into the collar of the clothes. No one wants to go out.

There is some land on Tiber Island, but it belongs to a monastery. Some vegetables are planted in the field for the daily life of a small number of monks, and the rest will be sold on the market.

Every day someone will row a boat from the city to the island to look after the land, and then transport the vegetables to the city market to sell. There is no one else on the island except the monks in the monastery.

Because of the rain, there was some instability on the surface of the river. Two people who rowed on the island every day tried to shrink their bodies into a thick felt robe, holding the oar and paddling hard. The surrounding water was hit by countless shallow holes in the vast water curtain. The rain splashed cold on the face.

"Who is that?"

A man on the boat suddenly pointed to the level in the distance, and his companion looked back, and through the water curtain, he could see a wooden boat about the size of their distance on the river in the distance. Drive away.

"Who else comes to the island in this ghostly weather?" The man who saw before muttered.

"Maybe it's because of the anniversary of St. Gufra's," the companion drew a cross across his chest. "I hope St. Gufra's blessing, these days the city of Rome is really restless."

"Yeah, there is always something wrong, I hope those **** Frenchmen get out of business quickly. They have stayed in the city of Rome long enough."

The two of them crossed the direction of the monastery, and at the same time they began to curse the French. They were soon forgotten by seeing a boat on the river.

So they didn't know that the boat was dragged along the island's shore to the north end of the island until a suitable place for docking was found. The people on the ship jumped into the cold water and dragged the ship to the shore.

The man walked on the slippery muddy mud to the monastery foundation that would never be built in the sleeping place of St. Gufra, when he climbed the platform of the monastery foundation rammed with large and large stones , He saw a figure standing in front of the tombstone of Saint Gufra in the center of the foundation.

The person who had just stepped ashore stepped through the ditched stone foundations and came to a stop not far from the man.

"St. Gufra's life has been pursuing dreams that will never be realized," the person who had waited before turned slowly, and he took off the hood worn on his head, revealing Klean's Zhang and Kunto Extremely similar face "So who can tell me, what is he really pursuing?"

"What would a dude pursue, money, fine wine, beautiful woman?" The man on the island also took off the scarf that was put on his face to cover the cold, but he also wore a mask on his face. When Shan saw this person, he could recognize that this person was the mask man who hijacked Joanna when she attacked the Marino Palace.

"It took St. Gufra forty years to know what he was trying to explore, and then he could abandon all his obsessions and serve God with all his heart and soul. Then the previous forty years was God for him. In fact, everyone ’s test is going through this test, but there is not much that can finally understand the meaning after being truly withstood like Saint Guffla. ”Krian said with some emotion, he stretched out He stroked the tombstone in the rain, which was cold and abnormal, and then looked at the mask man. "What are you doing for me?"

"I'm here to warn you," the mask man took a step before, and his eyes showed a glorious light. "You have done too much. This is Rome, not Sicily. But you dare to kill people casually here, and it's Frankfurt. Archbishop, do n’t you know how much trouble this will cause us? "

Krian looked at the man with a dazzling look, his palm lightly tapped on the tombstone before turning around to face the other party: "So the old people let you come?"

"Yes, it was the 'old people' who asked me to come," the mask man walked a few steps before to Krian. "We know that you have always cared about the death of your brother Kunto, but you must remember that this is not Sicily, And your stupid brother is not worth you to remember for him. You know very well that he does n’t know many things. He does n’t even know who he is doing for, so he died also confused. For this worth it ?"

"He's my brother," Clian smashed his fist **** the tombstone, and the splash of water jumped into the mask's eyes. "I know what you did in Palermo, maybe Bishop Alfonso of Palermo does not understand you, but I know how greedy you are. You are a group of people without any loyalty. They are more disgusting than those who loan us a loan, otherwise you will not betray Kunto. "

"We didn't betray your brother, he was careless, he could only blame him for being stupid," the mask man's eyes showed anger, he walked up two steps again, his eyes behind the eyes were fixed on Krian's eyes "Listen, Kunto is dead, and the" old man "is not ready to pursue the things you did in Sicily, so these things are just fine, but if you are not honest in Rome, you are killing people everywhere. , Then do n’t blame us for not being affectionate, you should know that the French are not doing very well now, they ca n’t help you, and as far as we know you are only working for Orleans, do n’t you think Charlie ’s people will be so easy Help you? "

"I know what I should do," Clian's answer said nonchalantly. "But I still want to say that you are getting more and more sad now. I heard that a group of you attacked Joanna. By the way, it even made many people killed by the other party, and even you yourself appeared to be left by those of Joanna? "

The masked man looked at Klian silently, his eyes blinked, and he muttered with a voice of suppressed anger: "If you want to be ironic, just be ironic, but if you were there then you know it happened. What's wrong, you know I have never encountered such a thing, and I have never seen anyone use the saber so skillfully. I mean that even on the ground, that man's saber is so good. "

"It seems that you met your opponent," Krian frowned. "I know the man who protects Joanna, and he is very familiar with him. Or it is because of him that I had to leave Sicily, but I didn't expect When did he actually find such a few capable men, I heard that they actually used rifles at close distances without igniting medicine twist in advance, how could this be possible? "

"Isn't that impossible, but many of my people were suddenly hit by the muskets they came out of, and we were so close to them, but we didn't see them apply medicine twist, otherwise they wouldn't be lost all at once. Many people. "

"But it is said that Joanna was still robbed of a lot of things," Krian's eyes gradually became more severe. "But you tell me that you actually did not get any benefits?"

"Are you saying that I'm hiding the money from someone else?" The mask person asked dissatisfiedly, seeing Clian's look of "it is true", and a sneer came out behind the mask. "Listen, even if I try again Greed wo n’t do that, because I know the power of the “old people”, I know they ca n’t let go of those guys who want to gobble up, it ’s not that nobody has done this before, we know very well in the end, in the Tiber Many of these people have drowned, so I wo n’t do that stupid thing. ”

"Then Joanna is bluffing?" Krian asked, somewhat puzzled. "Her money was not actually lost? But why did she do this?"

"How can I know, but I have seen her and can't see that woman can be so smart." The mask person said disapprovingly. "At that time, my people did find a large sum of money and a box full, but that Sicily People suddenly showed up with his people. "

"You mean that Gumbre?" Krian asked strangely. "He appeared only later, didn't he protect Joanna before?"

"Of course not, otherwise my people may have no time to rush into the Marino Palace. His men don't look very powerful, but my people just make them hit so badly," the mask person said when he couldn't help but touch Touching his wrist, he still remembers the sabre in the hand of the eccentric Bohemian, and now his wrist still painfully "except the Bohemian."

The mask man's words gave Crian an expression of curiosity.

Since leaving Sicily ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ he had thought that there would never be any intersection with the young man named Alexander, but he never expected to meet again in Rome.

Palermo's frustration was not only a failure, but also made him angry and painful.

He had to abandon his family and escape from the island, and when he saw Alexandria in Rome, he unexpectedly discovered that the young man who made him fall into such a situation had become the lord of Naples.

Only now, in addition to his hatred, he has new doubts.

If Joanna claimed that the lost money, if it was true, if it did not fall into the hands of the person in front of him, then in whose hands did it actually fall?

Clian thought about it secretly, and then he said to the mask people: "Go back and tell the 'old people', I will abide by the rules that St. Gufra established when we founded our ancient guild. , "Krian said, turning his head to look at the two closed stone tomb doors of the tomb exposed on the ground. It's done. "

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