To Four Thousand Years Later

Katie had never heard such a beautiful voice.

The speaker seemed to be young, with a local accent, and his speech was neither fast nor slow; although he didn't have the arrogance of noble gentlemen, he didn't have the rudeness and arrogance of those mud-legged men.

She held down the side of the coat with some difficulty to prevent it from getting drenched in the rain when she turned around—the rain in Florence is not a good thing, if it is soaked for a long time, the skin will even peel off, and ugly red spots may appear afterwards.

Today's Katie eats all pointing to one face. She wouldn't dare expose herself to the rain... the same goes for her clothes.

hello...you...? "I saw a teenager and a young man standing about half a meter in front of her.

The boy looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old, and he was wearing a dark blue cashmere trench coat. The hem of the windbreaker covered his thighs, and his legs were covered with brown cropped linen pants.

His skin is quite fair, with shoulder-length black curly hair, clear and moist lake green pupils, and a decorative monocle of gold-rimmed glasses. It looked like a noble from some family, looking at himself with a gentle smile. What made Katie firm in her guess was that the dangerous man who was following him had thick curly black hair and exceptionally deep facial features, looking like a Roman. He was wearing a black leather suit, looking at himself impatiently. This man doesn't look very smart at first glance—Katie made up her mind.

This must be the legendary young master's personal servant, a deacon? Or call the bodyguard to come if...

"Hello baby."

Seeing that Katie did not reply for a long time, the boy was not in a hurry, but gently reminded again: "I want to ask you something.

"You're just saying sorry, I, I mean... please.

Katie subconsciously spoke half a sentence in dialect, and was immediately taken aback by herself, and responded in a low voice, stuttering.

She didn't know where her courage came from, let alone why she had to apologize. But just looking into the young man's eyes, she unconsciously wanted to lower her head, and she didn't even have the courage to look him in the eye. Of course, Katie had never seen such a big man gouging someone's eyes. In fact, none of the people around her had ever seen such a big man...but she had heard similar stories, or people in the slums had more or less heard of them.

But she heard a warm but somewhat stern voice: "Look up, you are not guilty, ma'am."

Katie froze for a moment, then slowly raised her head, but saw a pair of calm eyes.

There was none of the look of greed or disgust she had seen most often. Nor was there the pity that was so common in the eyes of good-natured rich people. But Katie prefers this kind of equal look... She couldn't help but smiled wryly, and replied: "I don't have...but I don't have money.

"Poverty is not a sin, nor should it be.

The boy said seriously: "Ma'am, you are also a free citizen. We are all the same, there is no difference.

Hearing this, Katie was taken aback.

All the education she has received since birth told her that "poverty is crime". Whenever she asks "Why are we going through this," she gets only one answer.

"Because we live here.

"It's a sin for us to live here.

But this noble young master seriously told her that "everyone is equal"

But just such a sentence, such a faint sentence that could not change anything, made her feel refreshed. There was a little light in her eyes.

"Do you live here?"

He asked casually: "I heard that something is going to be built in the north...the underground railway? Do you know about this?

…well, I have.

Kitty replied in a low voice, "I know that

One day she spent the night with a worker. When they heard that the slums were going to be demolished, many people didn't believe it. After all, so many people are here, Wan demolished the slums, where are they going? Without so many workers, the factory can't open? Therefore, the plan to demolish the slums is not going very well. After dismantling one or two passages, the demolition project was forced to be shelved under the riots of the "little guys". But even the area currently fenced off is enough for them to work on for a while.

Of course, there were a lot of troubles during the construction process.

They set aside a large piece of land. People who go to and from get off work are forced to take long detours. Road excavation makes a lot of noise—steam drills, steam backhoes, cranes, earth moving belts and accompanying steam engines are all loud construction machines. In addition, there is the knocking of picks and the digging of shovels. The ground is always trembling, and the poor people around can hardly sleep. Merchants and factory owners demanded compensation for the interruption of transportation. Because of the loud noise, the workers on the construction site are used to shouting at each other at the top of their voices. And this makes it even more difficult for the surrounding residents to rest. Even after dark, the patience of those big shots who agreed to repair the subway is not so peaceful. If it cannot be fixed as soon as possible, it is very likely that the time will change. Therefore, after the workers who have worked ten hours during the day get off work, there will be a group of night shift workers immediately on top. After all, the remuneration on the construction site is quite a lot. And also take care of two meals. And those workers don't go home right away after get off work...they choose to entertain themselves. Relax the tired mind. Some people will drink and make trouble; those who have saved some money will wander around the alleys, sweating all over, looking for nightingales with big butts and **** that are not expensive.

"That doesn't sound good.

Yes... yes, my lord. Our lives are disrupted. "Hundreds of homeless people, messing it up. Solomon... we don't want an Underground Railroad at all. The big guys have all this spare money, they might as well renovate the theaters and the street, at least These can be seen... The young man quietly listened to her nagging and complaints, and whispered a few comforting words from time to time. After a long time, her feelings gradually calmed down and she realized how rude she had just done. But before Katie apologized, the boy stopped her and stretched out his hand to gently hold her hand. Katie felt her face turn red instantly.

But then she found that there seemed to be something more in her learning mind. That was seven shillings in silver. "You asked her a little flustered, but also a little surprised.

The boy just smiled gently: "No, it's just an interview fee.

"It was my payment for asking those questions earlier.

The boy adjusted his monocle and asked gently, "What's your name? Where do you live?"

This was originally important information that the residents of the Black Zone must never divulge—but look into his eyes. Katie said it all like a nerd.

"That's good," the young man nodded, "When I need information later, I will go to your house to find you. I will also pay some interview money... This is compensation for interrupting your work.

While they were chatting, the rain outside gradually stopped.

, You can have so much money just by talking?

Katie put away the money suspiciously, feeling a little uneasy. But she was subconsciously unwilling to believe that the boy was a liar.

"Forgot to introduce myself.

The young man smiled slightly: "My name is Leonardo. Leonardo da Vinci. You can just call me Leonardo, Miss Katie.'

"I want to ask...

At this moment, the man behind Leonardo suddenly said, "Which tree are you from?"

...the black shoes. Katie hesitated for a moment. replied in a low voice.

Hearing this, the man frowned, stared at her for a while, and then sighed.

"Ok."

As he spoke, he threw something over at Katie. Katie caught it subconsciously—it was a copper-colored boot epaulet.

"From now on, you are the Nightingale with black shoes." After Katie froze for a moment, apologized, thanked and left, Francis complained to Leonardo: "She didn't tell the truth at all...she was just a A wandering warbler, a runaway criminal, or the cheapest **** who won't get a job. You're paying her for an interview. Is this sympathy?" Sympathy is poison, Francis. This is called equality. She is no less brains than us, or less heart.

Leonardo closed his eyes slightly, and replied calmly: "Below people, you have to regard yourself as... above people, you have to treat others as people.

Hearing this, Francis froze for a while, then nodded seriously and slowly. Leonardo took off his glasses in relief, and prayed in a low voice: "May Solomon guide their way."

"Because what they want, what they lack, what they love...they don't know.