The Legend of the Fishermen of Sicily

Chapter 100 Anyone want to give it a try? (Seeking first subscription)

Mrs. Rosa was concerned about her son's condition and insisted on personally witnessing the harpoon test.

She was going, and her beloved husband Sandro naturally wanted to go with her.

With Sandro gone... a lot more people followed to watch the harpoon test.

From fishermen who had just returned home to village officials, everyone came out of their homes to watch the spectacle.

As evening fell, Leo appeared in the church square with the fully-equipped harpoon.

When the children saw him appear with a harpoon, they curiously gathered around and watched from a distance.

Only Longo and Monica, the two kids who were familiar with Leo, dared to come over and ask, "How is it? Is it easy to use?"

With the blessing of "The Beginning of Control", Leo is as light as a swallow.

He performed several impressive moves, leaving both children mesmerized.

"Of course it works." Leo patted each of the little ones on the head. "Don't eat anything while you're watching, I don't want to scare you!"

Enzo went out to sea today, and upon hearing about the harpoon test, he immediately came to the church to help.

Leo is the son of Solberto's best friend, and Bianchi is the son of Madame Rosa, a fellow church member. Two of the three cobblers are people Enzo cares about.

He rolled up his sleeves to help, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a curly-haired man in a linen shirt and black vest standing at the church entrance. He nodded in that direction as a greeting.

This curly hair belongs to Orlando, the village chief of Malzamemi.

Although the title of village chief sounds impressive, it doesn't reflect the true status a village chief should have... leaving him in a somewhat awkward position.

In a fishing village like Malzamemi, the village chief's status is incomparable to that of an old fisherman like Sandro, and even Enzo has more influence than Orlando.

Orlando didn't participate in the last fishing competition, mainly because no one invited him.

But having missed one, I can't miss another. Although no one invited me this time either, Orlando came over on his own today.

He wanted to say a few words to Enzo and catch up, but the big guy didn't stop at all, just said hello and left.

Orlando, who had already jogged past, awkwardly continued running forward, saying, "Oh dear, I still need to get some exercise."

He often encountered similar situations, but it still made him feel quite upset... He complained inwardly with resentment:

These fishermen really didn't give me any face.

But in Marzamemi, fishermen are the most important group!

So annoying!

On the other side, Enzo, who had come to help out of kindness, looked at the strange props scattered on the ground and didn't know where to start.

He picked up a wet piece of leather and asked Leo, "Is this needed for the harpoon test?"

Normally, fishermen will take their weapons out to sea to test them after firing them, and that's enough.

It's already strange to hold this kind of test in the cathedral square, and then they bring in so many odd things...

What are you guys trying to do?

"Of course, it's for testing the harpoon." Leo walked around the square and headed towards a large tree. "Let's stick this leather patch on this tree."

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Enzo was even more surprised.

They also want to stick wet cowhide onto the tree?

Enzo was about to ask why they were doing this when Aurelio, to his left, spoke up first: "To stick it to the tree, that requires rope. I brought some, let me find it."

Bianchi on the right picked up the rope and left without saying a word: "I'll go stick it on."

Enzo's head kept turning left and right, he could hardly keep up: "Wait, aren't you going to ask Leo why he did this?"

"I'm only responsible for figuring out how to apply it," Aurelio said without even looking up.

"I'm just in charge of applying it." Bianchi went to apply the wet leather without looking back.

Enzo stood motionless in place.

A tiny head with a big question mark.

Wait... when did the relationship between these three people become like this?

"How can I help?" Enzo asked Aurelius.

Aurelio said tactfully, "You went out to sea today, didn't you? You must be tired after a long day. Go and rest. There are three of us here, so go and rest, go ahead."

It's so noisy standing here asking questions, talking to you is slowing down our work efficiency!

Enzo stayed for a while, but found he couldn't get involved, so he had to leave.

After taking a couple of steps, he patted his bald head and belatedly realized what was happening.

"Am I... being rejected by them?"

The auspicious time has arrived.

A crowd swarmed around them, eager to see what kind of blunder these three were going to pull.

The term "embarrassment" originated from Boncignore.

As Aurelius's nemesis, he was bound to be there, and he even went out of his way to help "warm up" the atmosphere.

He chuckled and spouted a lot of trash talk that raised blood pressure; I won't repeat the details, because Leo was focused on...

I was prepared not to hear it.

But one sentence clearly reached his ears.

"This harpoon is 2 meters tall, with three prongs standing side by side. The middle prong is slightly longer, and the side prongs flare out slightly. Each prong is triangularly sharp, tapering from thick to thin at the base, with a shallow ring pattern forged in the middle... Don't tell me, are they trying to replicate a smaller version of a trident? Aurelio is really confident, truly thinking he's—Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow!"

Boncinio, waddling and scrambling with his massive body, ran away.

Leo brandished the harpoon in his hand a few times, made a few thrusting motions, and then, twisting his waist, turned to Aurelio and Bianchi and said, "I'm done warming up, let's begin."

After saying that, he walked to the center of the square, where several sacks were piled up.

Leo walked over, opened one of the sacks, wrapped the three prongs inside, tied them tightly with rope around the roots, and re-tied the sack.

He then calmly explained to the people in the square: "When a large fish is speared, it usually struggles and is dragged around frantically. Some dive down, while others rush forward. A good harpoon must be able to withstand the enormous force of the struggle without deforming, so the first test is the toughness test."

Leo insisted on handling the testing process himself.

Once everything was ready, Aurelio and Bianchi moved to another location and became spectators as well.

Aurelio stood beside Enzo and the other captains, without saying a word.

Enzo asked him nervously, "Are you confident?"

He was worried for those three people.

Aurelio calmly replied, "Leo said he tried it, and there's absolutely no problem."

"Leo is the brain of the team" and the backbone of the three of them.

He said he had tried it, and Aurelio, of course, believed him.

Moreover, this is a toughness test that Aurelio has never failed before!

"Then why are you sweating so much?" Enzo asked, staring at the large beads of sweat on Aurelio's forehead.

Aurelio was not only covered in sweat, but his body was also soaked.

Enzo naturally assumed that he was nervous.

Aurelio turned his head away, his voice trembling, "It's not nervousness, it's excitement! To be able to demonstrate my harpoon skills in front of so many people is amazing!"

Aurelio desperately needs a chance to prove himself.

The label of "collecting scraps" has weighed on him for decades.

Is that sweat on him?

That was proof that his soul was burning fiercely!

During Enzo and Aurelio's conversation.

Leo had already dragged a sack back and forth about ten meters with his trident.

After returning to the starting point, another bag was added to it.

These burlap sacks are common in rural areas, and each one weighs about 40 to 50 kilograms.

However, the dragging force comes not only from the weight of the sandbag itself, but also from the friction of the ground.

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The weight of these two bags, combined with the friction, is roughly equivalent to the drag force of a large fish.

But Leo was still not satisfied.

They then stacked another burlap sack on top, and then poured a bucket of water on it, soaking all three burlap sacks.

He gripped the harpoon with both hands and pulled back with all his might, his face turning red.

The harpoon made a terrifying creaking sound in his palm, causing everyone in the square to hold their breath, fearing that the harpoon head would separate from the body at any moment.

Hey (third tone)

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But before the fork head and body separated, Leo separated from his harpoon.

After shouting, he took four or five steps back before regaining his balance.

"My hands are too slippery." Leo wiped his hands on his pants and invited the audience, "Anyone want to come up and try?"