The Legend of the Fishermen of Sicily

Chapter 103: The Second Family Member Appears! (Please Subscribe!)

The lighthouse doesn't serve seafood, and the restaurant doesn't usually sell meat.

The three of them decided to celebrate at a restaurant next to Marco's Café.

Leo arranged the meal, and he was naturally prepared for a "major hemorrhage."

But the other two, one an old captain who had spent half his life at sea, and the other a young master from a wealthy family, were not worth worrying about for a commoner like Leo. They were treated to the best food and drink.

Leo is really greedy; he doesn't usually eat very well.

His eyes were only on the delicious food on the table; he didn't even bother to look at the fine wine that Bianchi had brought.

Aurelio finally let out his pent-up resentment today, launching a fierce attack on red wine, actively pouring and drinking it by himself without anyone persuading him.

Many enthusiastic villagers came to congratulate him, praising his impressive harpoon skills, saying that even a salted fish can turn its fortunes around, and he'd drink as many as he wanted...

Before long, he was calling two young men brothers.

A little while later, he openly and blatantly promoted feudal superstition.

The residents along the Sicilian coast generally have low levels of education. Unless they are sent to big cities to study, they lack systematic knowledge of natural sciences, physics, medicine, and are also deeply influenced by religion.

"God rules over all things and performs grace and miracles"—this is the underlying logic that everyone accepts.

When faced with anything they couldn't explain, they would blame it on God.

If something incredibly lucky happens to you, it's not something you deserve; it's a blessing from God.

If a very unfortunate disaster occurs, it is not because you are incompetent, but because it is a test from God.

The residents of the eastern coastal area were also heavily influenced by Greek culture, and mythology played a significant role in their lives.

Therefore, there are even more people who can investigate the occurrence of "miracles".

Aurelio thanked so many important people that night—

This cup is to Tica, the goddess of fortune; the next cup is to Clotho, the goddess of destiny.

This cup is dedicated to the Muse who rules the stars, and the next cup to Hermes who guards the journey.

One more thing for the Virgin Mary, and she finally collapsed in the arms of Dionysus.

"Thank you for the miracle that allowed the three of us brothers to wield such an astonishing harpoon!" With that, he collapsed to the ground.

Bianchi is a good boy; although he doesn't drink much and isn't greedy, his face is even redder than Aurelio's.

Leo had almost finished eating and asked him, "Are you alright? Should we go home early?"

Bianchi nodded obediently, "It's getting late, I should go home. Have you eaten?"

That night, Aurelio kept urging Leo to drink.

Leo replied, "Wait a minute, let me eat for a while. I'm not full yet. I'll keep you company when I'm full."

Seeing that Leo showed no sign of stopping, Bianchi couldn't tell if this was just an excuse to avoid drinking or if he was genuinely hungry.

"I'm full." Leo stuffed the last four shrimp into his mouth. "Let's go."

Bianchi told the boss to "put it on the tab," and together with Leo, they lifted Aurelio up.

"You can keep accounts too?" Leo asked curiously.

He thought only old men had the right to keep accounts.

Bianchi explained to Leo, "I don't use it often either, but I don't have a free hand to hold the money right now."

Leo was somewhat envious of this special kind of mobile payment.

He wanted to ask more about the conditions for activating mobile payments, but then he saw Bianchi's expression suddenly change, his rosy face turning ashen.

"Are you alright?" Leo asked.

Bianchi seemed to be enduring immense pain: "I feel nauseous..."

"Wait, wait, don't throw up on me, just bear with it." Leo shielded Aurelio in front of him.

Bianchi couldn't hold his liquor, so Leo carried Aurelio home by himself.

Worried that his mother would scold him when she got home, Bianchi said he wanted to go to the beach for some fresh air. Leo wasn't sleepy at the moment, so he went with him.

After leaving Aurelius's house, the two found a spot on the beach, sat down, and looked up at the stars.

Leo was watching very carefully; in this era, there was no air pollution or light pollution.

The moon is the moon, the stars are the stars... and with the sea as a backdrop, it's truly beautiful.

"Today went so smoothly," someone next to me suddenly said.

Leo didn't expect Bianchi to take the initiative to talk to him.

The last time the two of them were alone, it was so awkward it felt like they were digging themselves out of a three-bedroom apartment, let alone now that he's not feeling well.

"Why do you say that?" Leo responded enthusiastically.

Bianchi leaned against the embankment behind him, looking up at the stars overhead, and said, "I don't know, it's just a feeling, like everything has already been arranged. My mother often said that every choice is like pushing open a door, behind which are bridges leading in different directions. Perhaps they will eventually connect to the same destination, but different choices will bring different scenery along the way. So you have to be careful before making each choice, but I feel that today..."

He looked down and grabbed a handful of sand: "Today, it feels like no matter which door you open, the scenery is the same. Maybe it's not just today, but these past few days. I've had this feeling for several days now."

Leo looked up and continued gazing at the stars: "Maybe it's because I'm not a devout believer, but I don't feel that way."

Bianchi loosened his grip, and the sand slowly fell from his hand: "Don't you have any faith?"

Leo replied dismissively, "Yes, but our beliefs are probably different."

Bianchi asked curiously, "What do you believe in?"

Leo couldn't answer for a moment, so he just made up an answer: "Trust myself."

Bianchi was stunned.

The essence of faith is relying on a being greater than oneself, regardless of who that being is, it is not oneself.

Leo's answer... was quite a shock compared to Anchi's.

But soon he accepted the existence of this belief: "Your faith is very strong."

Now it was Leo's turn to be stunned.

Dude, I just answered randomly, so please don't fill in the blanks for me.

Bianchi grabbed another handful of sand: "Every time you reach a dead end, you can find the answer. This time it was the harpoon shooting, and it was the fishing competition."

Leo scratched his head awkwardly: "If that's how you understand it... well, you could say that."

Brother Tongzi: Thank you!

Leo didn't want to discuss faith too deeply with Bianchi, so after a few more words, he asked, "Have you resolved your troubles?"

He was referring to the pressure Sandro was putting on him.

Bianchi forcefully flung the sand in his hand and replied in a low voice, "No."

You have received a mission: The Creditor.

[Mission Description: The assassin opposite you is in big trouble. Someone is choking him. Whoever helps him free his hand will be his servant for life. If you don't go, someone else will be tomorrow. Go and buy his trouble, become his creditor.]

[Quest Reward: Faction +1]

Leo's pupils trembled violently.

He was stunned as he looked at the system in front of him.

Is Bianchi my second family member?