[Tutorial] When the strategy is in progress

The blond-haired boy stood leaning against the city wall. The breeze blew over his cheeks, bringing up some long blond hair that hadn't been cut for a long time. The boy stayed there quietly, his eyes sweeping over the city gate from time to time.

Several people dressed as civilians gathered around and talked about the riot. The Palermo dialect was a bit obscure for Mi. They seemed to be talking about the riot, using poor and monotonous vocabulary to describe how shocking the scene was at that time .

In fact, it is not impossible to understand why the group of rioters succeeded frequently. Now all available soldiers have been transferred to the northeast front. Palermo's garrison is empty, so now even the government building has been turned upside down, let alone other places , the only thing that didn't succeed was probably the prison that was suppressed by the government's only firepower.

The sky is not clear and clean, it is covered by the dust of the times, wrapped in thick dust and smoke, it looks dirty and decadent.

Mi, who also looked at the sky with Giotto's eyes, became a little dazed. Giotto looked at the sky and thought about her own affairs, but she passively followed Giotto's gaze and stopped on the sky. When she stared at the sky for a long time, she felt very dazed. There are strange pieces in my mind that fit together like a jigsaw puzzle, but the picture is too big and I can't put it together quickly, and Mi is in a trance for a while.

She lost her body, the habitat of her soul, her freedom and autonomy, but at the same time, she also lost the shackles imprisoned in her body.

Mi cut off the sharing of vision, and cut off other perceptions. She seemed to have sunk into the deep sea, unable to see even a gleam of light. This kind of situation where there was no whereabouts and no perception made people fearful and uneasy at first, buried in the darkness Will she be torn to pieces by the same thing lurking in the darkness, but soon, Mi starts to like this place.

Because she knows that there is only herself here, there is nothing else, there is no need to react without thinking, there is no look of joy or envy, after sinking into this dark silence, what she gets is actually a more substantial security Feeling, because there is no fear of harm without touching.

It's very different from the previous situation where I yearned for the crowd but couldn't always fit in.

The only regret is that there is no Nana's mother and Tong.

She has an inexplicable obsession with Nana's mother, so deep that she can't refuse any request from Nana. If it's just to see the gentle smiling face of the other party, Mi thinks that she can probably do anything.

Why do you love this person so much?Isn't that as natural as rain hitting lotus leaves?Nana's mother gave her attention and love, and gave her a complete and happy family. She was the one who changed her life. She was attached to her, just like a newborn cub attached to her mother.

Nana's mother is someone who will never refuse.

And what about the system?

Tong, who suddenly appeared, will never disappear suddenly again. As an eternal existence that binds even dead souls together, Mi is willing to trust and rely on her completely, and even can't bear the slightest indifference from the other party. A nearly twisted relationship.

She floated drowsily in the sea of ​​consciousness, thinking wildly, the feeling of spending time day and night always gave her a feeling that she had stayed for too long, but when she reconnected with her senses, she would never pass at all. how long.

Mi sank his thoughts in a daze, and then just fell asleep.

The light projected on the eyelids elicited a faint glow, Mi opened his eyes after waking up, and the sunlight between the leaves flashed his eyes, he squinted his eyes to adapt to the light.

"Giotto?" The young man's voice was slightly green, Mi looked at the young man next to him, who had just woken up and looked at the young man beside him, with red hair and red eyes, and the special cross light in his eyes shone brightly in the sun, "Yanzhen?"

Cozart frowned at the strange name he called out with sleepiness, "What, Giotto?"

The address of the other party seemed to pour a basin of cold water on Mi. The boy blinked and shook his head consciously, "No, it's nothing, Kozat."

Hasn't Cozart already returned to Frangau?why here?Mi casually glanced at G who was also standing beside him. The tattoo on his face was burning like a fire, and the appearance of a blond boy was reflected in the same red eyes.Could it be that he has rounded with G and returned to Frangau?

Mi calmly wanted to stand up, but the boy in front of him seemed to have sensed his movement, and stretched out his hand to him with a smile. Mi just wanted to decline, but remembered the relationship between Giotto and Cozart before, so he had no choice but to Resisting a strange sense of sight, he reached out and grabbed Cozat's hand, and stood up following the other's strength.

There is always a feeling that Yanzhen is holding her up after hundreds of years of time and distance!

Mi still had a warm smile on her face, but she didn't know what to say. She fell asleep before and didn't know when she met Kozart. If she said something inappropriate, she might just say To be exposed, and the real Giotto boy is taking a lunch break deep in his consciousness at this time, and it is precisely because of this that Mi can directly control his body as soon as he wakes up.

"Come back overnight, don't you want to sleep for a while?" G next to him made a sound, his eyes were light but he could see the hidden concern.

"I've already rested, G." In fact, some of Giotto's personality expressions are very similar to Mi's own personality, but the more this is the case, the more carefully Mi must be divided, and he must not bring his own habits and behaviors to others. Giotto showed it.

"How long have you been sleeping?!" He had a deceitful look, but he was full of arrogant and awkward care.

The citrus tree he is leaning on, and Frangau, which does not grow citrus on a large scale, obviously does not have such a large citrus grove, indicating that this is still not within the range of Frangau, although it is not suitable for medium citrus due to the terrain. Frango's economic level was somewhat backward, but it was precisely because of this that Frango escaped from the minions of those extortionist gangs.

"If G is tired, rest for a while." G and Giotto met outside the city gate, so they must have traveled all night with Giotto, Mi thought about it and tentatively said, "We will go back to Franco .”

"No need." G quickly refused, which also made Mi affirm his guess about the current situation, "Let's go back now."

The young man slept soundly in the sea of ​​consciousness. Even if he couldn't feel the warm breath of the other party, Mi could still sense that sleeping consciousness, like a calm lake that couldn't stir up any waves, so light and peaceful that it made people feel unreasonable. A sense of security, because it is one person, but also two people.

I don't know if Giotto feels this way when she is asleep.

It seemed that they should have rested for a while before continuing to walk to the village where the dust had settled, but now they set off early, and what greeted them was a village immersed in killing and chaos.

"Grandma Vito?" Back to the village, but before entering the village, Mi called out the name of the old woman lying on the muddy road and ran over quickly, "Grandma Vito , what's wrong with you?"

Grandma Vito fell to the ground with a pale face. It wasn't until she gently lifted the other person's upper body to turn her over that Mi saw that her forehead, which had been knocked on the stone, was already covered in blood, and that her whole face was covered with blood. At the same time, The wailing and screams of people came from the village in the distance.

"Giotto." Grandma Vito's voice was dry and hoarse, and her muddy eyes froze for a long time before moving to his face. She seemed to remember something, and stuffed a cold object into his hand with trembling hands , Finally, his face was full of relief as if he was relieved.

"Grandma Vito, what happened?" Cozat squatted down on the other side of Grandma Vito, looking at the village with a somewhat anxious expression. Obviously, something happened to Franco, but he didn't understand the situation, so rash intervention can only be Throw yourself into flames.

"Run away." Granny Vito's expression gradually became calmer, as if the action just delivered made her feel at ease, she didn't say anything, and moved her cloudy eyes to the entrance of the village, as if she saw someone, old A smile slowly appeared on his wrinkled face.

——Finally waiting for you.

Mi carefully put the lifeless Grandma Vito on the ground, and opened her palm to see that it should be a silver ring with complicated and beautiful patterns on it, shining faintly in the sun. I know why it looks familiar, is this the wedding ring Grandma Vito was looking for?

Giving this ring to him so carefully is full of meaning of inheritance, and he doesn't want to lose the meaning.

Mi carefully stored the ring, and then looked at the location of the village. Kozat beside him rushed over after waiting for Grandma Vito's answer. Mi and G beside him looked at each other, and then also Followed up to catch up.

When Giotto woke up in the silent sea of ​​consciousness, he opened his eyes and saw blood splattered everywhere, a face distorted by anger, and Anna who was crying with pear blossoms in the rain. He moved and realized that the control of his body had been lost. Not in his own hands, to be honest, he always loses the sovereignty of his body, which makes Giotto feel uneasy even though he knows that Mi is harmless to him [Miss Mi? 】

[You're awake, Giotto. ] Mi’s voice was full of rejoicing, she couldn’t bear to look at the weeping Anna, the girl was facing the threat of death just now, if she came one step later, she might not be able to see the other’s bright and moving smile, “It’s okay, Anna .”

【Franco was attacked, we are resisting. ] Mi briefly explained the current situation, and at the same time comforted the anxious blonde girl, her gentle and steady smile quickly made Anna throw herself into Mi's arms aggrieved, "Giotto!"

The girl called Giotto's name over and over anxiously, as if calling her own savior.

[Since you are here, I will leave it to you first. ] Mi said so, stretched out his hand to pick up the stone on the ground, and quickly threw it out with his backhand. The uncle with a wretched face behind him who wanted to sneak attack was immediately hit in the forehead by the stone, and he thumped on the ground screaming, and Mi exchanged his body sovereignty.

[Come on, Mr. Giotto, give these rats a good look! 】

The author has something to say: At this time, Vimarni has already arrived in the United States to establish the Mafia Kingdom, and Italy has yet to find a figure who can lead the underworld, and it is in a state of chaos.