[Tutorial] When the strategy is in progress

"I don't know why it suddenly appeared in your body. I'm really sorry if I cause you trouble." Through observations over the past few days, Mi certainly doesn't think that this child who grew up in troubled times is still A child, so in the conversation, he respectfully treats the other party as an adult, "But after a while, I should be able to go back to my hometown. Although I may ignore your wishes, it is not something I can do. It’s a matter of control, so please give me more advice during this time.”

The blond boy was not in a hurry to answer or agree. He lowered his head and thought for a while. He really didn't feel any malice towards Mi, nor did he feel that the other party was lying. It was just that a random strange woman appeared in such a way. In his body, the teenager still can't accept it.

There was a sound of exclamation and the sound of a horse's hoof landing in the distance. Giotto, who had long been used to this kind of scene, stepped aside to get out of the way, and a carriage appeared outside the scattered civilians. The man's eyebrows were half-closed, and he looked extraordinarily arrogant and contemptuous of an aristocrat. He didn't even look at the people who were driven aside by the momentum of his carriage, as if the people here were all worthless rats.

The women shrieked away from the carriages and whips, and shielded the children behind them.

The driver with a fierce expression drove the carriage on a rampage, as if charging on the battlefield. This kind of brutal and reckless way of driving, let alone they even called themselves nobles.

A waist-high little girl next to her poked her head out of curiosity. Giotto carefully held the girl's shoulders to make her back up, and said softly, "Be careful girl, there's nothing to see, go to your family."

The tone of a mature elder made the little girl look up at her elder brother, who was a few years older than her, and met him with bruises, but he still had a handsome face. The little girl's eyes lit up, and she bent out an admiration Come smile.

"What are you looking at?" Although he knew that the other party's eyes were fixed on the back of the carriage leaving, Mi still didn't understand why he stared at the carriage.

"...No, it's nothing." The boy paused for a while when he heard Mi's question, but he still avoided the topic and turned his eyes to look elsewhere.He can't say what the difference is between the old and new regimes. The arrogant guy is still domineering.

The blond boy actually knew the mean-looking man. He was the Marquis, who was rumored to have had many contacts with Camorra and government officials. This is probably why the other party brought such unscrupulous capital during this period.

"By the way, where is Miss Mi from?" The young man's voice was very clear, unlike the vulgar words and demeaning modifications of people in the slums, and it was not like some pretentious guys who dragged their tone and said something Compared with being polite and flattering, Mi suddenly felt that some luck was tied to this boy.

"I am Chinese and I grew up in Japan." Mi quickly replied.

"Huh?" The blond boy was obviously a little puzzled by the term Mi said.

"Oh..." Mi silently calculated the time to change the country name in her heart, and then compared the time here before exporting again, "Japan is an island country in the Eastern Hemisphere. When I say China, I mean China. The Asian continent across the sea from Japan."

"Miss Mi's hometown is really far away." The young man nodded sincerely and sighed.

"Hmm." After hundreds of years of history and a large ocean, how could it not be far away.

The scenery seen from those blue eyes is the same blue and boundless sky, free-floating clouds and the vast sky. Suddenly, Mi can feel that it comes from the desire in the young man's heart, the longing for freedom.

Not from the body, but from the soul.

[If there is a chance, I really want to visit Miss Mi's hometown. 】What he wants to see is not Mi's hometown, but another world that he doesn't know. Mi can vaguely perceive the unformed ideal of the other party, the mood that is swallowed by this turbulent society but still persists.

Beneath the calm and soft words was a manic and throbbing heart, and some shadows seemed to pass quickly in the blue eyes.

【welcome any time. 】

[Having said that, I never knew that a person could exist in another person's body in this way. 】He said curiously, his voice was brisk, but his demeanor was not at all rude.

[Maybe I'm not human~] Mi still had the intention to tease the blond boy, but after seeing the confused expression on the other side, he quickly laughed and said [Just kidding, I didn't know before this . ] Mi replied in a low voice, thinking of what she had conveyed to An Zhi after she left, she would not know what her sister was going to be in a hurry.

[How long has Miss Mi been here? 】The young man asked seemingly casually, curling his fingers on his lips, there was a kind of tenderness that neither suited a young man but seemed extremely charming at this moment, provided that the bruise on his face was ignored.

【…】Mia paused, remembering the precise super-intuitiveness that the young man showed when getting along with others, she still didn't lie 【It's probably only two days. 】

[Miss Mi suddenly disappears like this, your family will be very worried, right? 】The concern is palpable, but it looks like a gentle and caring attitude from the outside, but she can vaguely feel the other party's psychology, and she feels the temptation beyond concern in a complicated way.

No, in fact, that's enough. In such troubled times, who would trust a stranger unsuspectingly?What's more, he also has a caring heart.

【I do not know. ] Mi followed Giotto's vision and looked into the distance. The young man's gentle and soft voice really touched the heartstrings. Unlike the locals who always have dialects mixed in, the pure Italian was spoken very beautifully by the young man [but it's okay, I should be able to go back in a while. 】

"Giotto!" A boy's shout came from behind, interrupting the conversation between them, and Mi followed Giotto's gaze.

It was a young man with red hair, with a red flame tattoo spread on his left cheek, his rebellious and fierce eyes matched with the red tattoo looked very handsome, he seemed to be taller than Giotto, because Mi used Giotto's perspective When I look at him, I always feel like I am looking up.

"How did you get hurt?" The boy named G quickly noticed the wound on Giotto's face, and frowned, "Did he get beaten up for molesting a girl?"

"How is that possible!" Giotto retorted helplessly, reaching out to touch the bruise on his face, "I was surrounded by that Englishman's servants, and I escaped just now."

Although he knows that his partner has always been prudent and reliable in doing things, but the other party's cold jokes from time to time always make him unable to resist.

"It seems like we can't stay here any longer, let's go to another town." G put his hands behind his head, and looked at Giotto as if deliberating, "How is Frango? I heard it's a good place, and it's always been peaceful."

Giotto's perspective has always been fixed on G's eyes very seriously, and he can only be forced to see what Giotto sees. Mi's mind quickly moved to the sunset behind G.

The sun has gradually set on the horizon at dusk, and the places that have not been favored by the light show a lonely dark blue, and the fire clouds that are still burning with all their strength in the sky will soon lose their color, and stars have already appeared in the sky.

I don't know if there would be huge and beautiful constellations at night in the sky that was not seriously polluted by industry in the [-]th century?

The bells of the temple built by the Greeks and later occupied by the Roman Catholic Church rang in the distance. The thick sound attracted the attention of the blond boy, and Mi could only look away from the setting sun on the other side.

As a result of the discussion between the two teenagers, they embarked on the road to Frangau. Although the teenagers were born in troubled times, they were still full of vigor and vigor.

Although it is going to another small town, it is still within the range of Palermo, but it is a bit remote to the main city and the road is a bit rough.

【Um?Miss Mi is sure that the government will not issue such a decree? 】When the other party heard that Sicily might implement an autonomous system, Mi denied the news in a very firm way, and Giotto, who was still going to Frangau with his companions, couldn't help asking.

[The right-wing government will not agree. At most, the implementation of an iron fist policy will only make this place more complaining. 】Mi recalled the four blocks on the main street of Palermo, thought of the magnificent temple church, and the saint Rosalia carved on the wall as the patron saint of Palermo city, and couldn't help but be impressed by this place. feel pity.

Mafia in Sicily, Camorra in Naples, and Ndrangheta in Calabria were too leisurely and boring every day, and Ya began to think about the situation to pass the time.

Giotto didn't answer Mi's words, he was meditating on something while walking, and Mi found that the child always fell into the state of a thinker when he had nothing to do, as if he could get the result by rehearsing everything in his brain .

【Do you think this world will change, Miss Mi? ] After a long time, he finally asked Mi, who was about to fall asleep.

Mi looked at the lush green plants in her field of vision, the dazzling sunlight cast flickering light and shadow on the petals swaying in the wind, she was silent for a while before the boy asked her what [the world will not always appear in the same posture, but It is uncertain whether it will become better or worse. The wave of reform needs to be led by a strong-willed and capable person, and other people who pray for happiness can follow. 】

The world the boy talked about can only be the world the boy lives in, and Mi's answer is too general and vague, but Mi doesn't have too high expectations for the boy.Although the time we spent together was very short, she knew very well how soft and gentle this blond boy was towards people. It was impossible for him to lead the revolution, because how could such a gentle person like him be stained with blood.

Suddenly, Mi's mind that was about to fall asleep suddenly came to mind, and Tsuna's calm and smiling face came to mind.

Mi looked at the mountains in the distance, the chimneys of the farmhouse repeatedly emitted white smoke, and the sound of the wind whistling in her ears, she lost her thoughts again, well, maybe this young man can really do something that will make future generations sigh.

Giotto, maybe you can be the name of this era.

The author has something to say: Franco was attacked, and when Master G said why, G answered that it was probably because the product was not discounted, and Xiaoyi was instantly amused.