The Legend of the Fishermen of Sicily

Chapter 102 One Nest of Q!

Chapter 102 A Nest of Q! (Seeking first subscription!)

Leo pulled the harpoon out a second time, turned around and asked, "Want to demonstrate it again?"

A group of people suddenly surrounded him from behind, startling him so much that he took several steps back.

These people weren't targeting him, but rather the large tree with wet cowhide stuck to it behind him.

They were eager to examine the marks and shapes left on it.

"Six holes, arranged in threes in a row, that's right, they really did go in through the hole."

"I thought I was watching some kind of magic show."

"Leo, did you use some kind of trick?"

Leo brandished the harpoon a few times: "I definitely used some techniques, but the harpoon also needs to be strong and sharp enough to work."

He pointed to a seemingly ordinary young man in a white shirt standing among a group of brothers and said, "We have Bianchi to thank for this. He spent a whole day polishing the fork tips, and he also helped with the billet making."

Everyone followed Leo's hand and looked in that direction.

Bianchi applied his "workaholic" nature to blacksmithing?

"Did you sharpen the fork tip?" Sandro had regained his composure and asked Bianchi without much emotion.

Bianchi nodded: "I ground it."

Bianchi habitually lowered his head, waiting for his father's next beating.

But he waited and waited, until his palms were sweating, but his father did not say another word.

He cautiously raised his head and saw that his father was intently watching everything happening in the square, seemingly not intending to say anything.

After another thirty seconds, Bianchi suddenly left his family and went somewhere else.

He's so happy he wants to shout!

My father finally stopped saying he wasn't good enough!

While a group of people were inspecting the harpoon around Leo, Aurelio was also surrounded by people.

"Wow, Aurelio is amazing!"

"That harpoon is pretty awesome."

"You really have something inside you. I thought you were just bluffing, but I didn't expect it to be this strong."

"Stop hiding it, play a game for me too."

Enzo shook Aurelio's shoulders, laughing heartily, "I never expected you to be a master blacksmith! Don't hold it in, laugh it off!"

From the moment Leo easily pierced the tree with the harpoon, Aurelio remained in a position with his mouth wide open.

Immediately, a series of questions popped into my head: "Did I create that awesome harpoon?"

"Am I really a master blacksmith?"

"Am I really destined to become a Cyclops?"

Aurelius left the crowd of congratulatory people and went elsewhere.

He desperately needs to vent his emotions!

Did you hear that? These people are calling me a master blacksmith, not a ragpicker!

The toughness, strength, and sharpness tests are over, and the crowd is already mesmerized.

At first: What the hell is this? It's all a mess.

Now: Wow, that's amazing! Hurry up, hurry up!

Before the villagers, who were still studying the tree bark, could leave, someone impatiently urged Leo to proceed with the next test.

Leo was surrounded by a group of children who jumped around trying to touch the harpoon.

But the harpoon was 2 meters long and the tip was so sharp that Leo didn't dare let them play with it. He could only hold it high and ask them, "Aren't you going home for dinner?"

"No rush!" a group of impatient older kids shouted at Leo, "Take your time with the tests, we're not in a hurry at all!"

In Marzamemi, dinner is a ritual.

The fact that a family can sit together in a complete set of clothes and have a meal together... symbolizes many important meanings.

But we can eat any day, so it's no big deal if we have to eat one more meal.

People around me were chattering amongst themselves. Some said they weren't going to eat tonight, some said they weren't hungry at all, and others were making calculations.

"Take your time with the tests. If you get hungry, I'll bring you some food. You can eat while you're testing. It would be best if you continued testing until tonight."

Leo broke free from the group of little potatoes and came to the very center of the square, saying apologetically, "But I have to eat."

He shouted to attract attention: "Everyone, look over here! Just one last little quiz and the day is over."

"A small test?" The fat man, Boncignore, who had been repeatedly slapped in the face, couldn't find fault with the harpoon and started to nitpick, saying sourly, "Which test is small? One minute it's a sack, the next it's wet cowhide, and then a big tree."

He stood on the large rock where he had been sitting, jumping up and down angrily: "You did this on purpose! You clearly came here to show off how powerful your harpoons are, but you insisted on calling it a little test!" Hypocritical! Utterly hypocritical!!

A sudden whooshing sound appeared.

Everyone in the square fell silent at the same time, frantically searching for the source of the low-frequency vibration that made their chests tighten.

A two-meter-long harpoon landed squarely on the rock at Boncinio's feet.

Areca catechu –

Then came the sound of a harpoon sliding onto the stone pavement.

The person who heard the voice felt a chill run down their spine.

Leo has gone mad... throwing stones with a harpoon?

Even if you're angry, you can't do that.

That harpoon is useless now!

Sandro walked over immediately; he was the first person present to notice the sharp, piercing sound.

Decades of experience at sea convinced him that with such force, even the largest fish in the sea would perish there... Leo was indeed a brave fish hunter.

But a skilled fisherman needs a suitable weapon even more.

Take this one, for example...

How could you be so impulsive!

Before Sandro could pick up the harpoon from the ground, a hand picked it up first.

Leo handed over the harpoon, his tone as casual as if he were chatting about tomorrow's weather: "Let's worry about this gentleman instead."

Bonciniore was terrified and collapsed to the ground.

Sandro had no interest in the fat man at all; he carefully examined the harpoon, and the more he looked at it, the more delighted he became.

The tooth tips are intact, without bending or change in angle, and the tooth body is completely undamaged.

"It's truly a miracle..." Sandro muttered to himself, "It was thrown with such force, yet it's completely undamaged."

Sandro's wife was a devout believer, and he often heard her recount examples of miracles performed by God.

I never imagined he would see it with his own eyes in his lifetime!

Sandro was the most respected man in Marzamémi, and his words were a declaration of the harpoon's demise.

An old man and a young man, two figures, rushed in from different angles and grabbed Leo and the harpoon in his hand at the same time, almost suffocating Leo.

But Leo hugged them back even tighter.

"We did it!"

"Let's go out for a celebratory meal!"

"Oh, shall we eat now?"

"Didn't I tell you? It's just a small test, it won't interfere with your meal."

"So you meant it wouldn't interfere with our meal?"

"Of course, what do you think?"

The three of them left happily, arms around each other's shoulders.

A group of people followed closely behind and surrounded the large rock under Boncinio's buttocks.

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

"Look! Cracks have appeared on this stone."

"It's a spider pattern!"