The Legend of the Fishermen of Sicily

Chapter 107 The arrogant one has retired, bro!

After returning from the church in the morning, Aurelio locked himself in the forge.

As I get older, I don't sleep much and wake up early.

Thinking about the harpoon test last night, he wanted to go to church to thank the Lord for His gift.

Unexpectedly, I overheard the conversation between Bianchi and Mrs. Rosa.

Bianchi never revealed who that person was or what that person did.

But considering the timing and his hesitation, the truth is right before our eyes: Bianchi knows one of Leo's secrets.

Once the person has been identified, the event becomes clear: it's highly likely related to the harpoon.

"So, everything wasn't a gift from God, but a gift from Leo?"

Aurelius locked himself in the forge to ponder this problem, not wanting to see anyone.

But the more he tried to avoid seeing people, the more people came to his house today; several groups arrived early this morning.

Some of them came to him because they saw he had "turned his life around" and wanted to build a relationship.

Some of them came to ask him to play games.

There were also some people who had no prior interaction with him, who made up excuses to come and see him.

Aurelius was already somewhat irritable, and having more people like this only made him more irritable.

"I'm busy with something, I don't have time to chat with you today." He coldly saw him off.

Orlando, the village chief of Malzamemi, sitting opposite him, had his smile take off mid-air before crashing down, awkwardly saying, "Actually, I just wanted to come."

Aurelio stood up and saw him out: "I'm getting old and don't care much about things on the fishing boats anymore. Besides, I want to focus more on forging in the future, so I can't help you much."

The curly-haired village chief was clearly incredibly frustrated, but he still forced a smile: "Okay, then I won't bother you any longer, goodbye."

As Orlando left Aurelio's house, he was furious, looking like a curly-haired gorilla.

These damn fishermen, why are they so hard to communicate with!

So annoying! So annoying!!

But Marzamemi couldn't do anything without the fishermen's support, so he had to build friendships with them.

Orlando had tried to get closer to a few fishermen, but firstly, they didn't really respect him as the village chief, and secondly, they wouldn't listen to Orlando when asked to do anything.

The first question is, what is Sandro's attitude?

Yesterday, Aurelio was riding high in the village. Orlando thought, "He's just had a meteoric rise to fame, so he shouldn't be too arrogant. You can't just build a friendship with him by flattering him a couple of times."

But they had absolutely no intention of building a bridge of friendship with him!

"I'm such a spineless village chief..." Orlando leaned against a large tree to calm himself down for a moment, trying to bolster his spirits, "But the work still has to be done!"

Since the fishermen are all so difficult to communicate with and require a lot of work to learn, I might as well focus my efforts on the biggest one.

To catch the thief, first catch the king!

After leaving the coffee shop, Leo went to the beach to find his big, fat orange brother.

I've been so engrossed in harpooning these past few days.

He failed to take care of the elderly (Andrei) and the young (kitten).

The older folks have already visited, so the younger ones should come and see too.

When Crazy Orange saw Leo coming, he jogged along the shore.

But when Leo tried to touch it, it put on a haughty expression as if to say, "We're already in trouble," and refused to let Leo touch it.

Leo played with it for a while, but seeing that it still wouldn't let him touch it, he had no choice but to get up and leave.

The kitten meowed and followed behind him.

Leo spun around and caught the kitten, rubbing his face against it: "Your tsundere attitude's gone. You're not getting away today!"

At first, the orange cat tried to struggle.

But forced sweetness is sweet, and Leo held on tightly, refusing to let it go.

A moment later, a snoring sound came from her arms, as if she had resigned herself to her fate.

After a few days, Big Fat Orange seems to have gotten a bit heavier; it feels a little heavier in my hand.

Leo took the cat to Rosalia's house and, sure enough, the kid had been getting special treatment lately.

"When I was cleaning the fish for you before, I saw it come over to eat, so I made a point of leaving its innards. These past few days you haven't been out at sea, so I fed it some small fish and shrimp that I caught."

Rosalia is only indifferent to adults, but she's always been nice to children and small animals.

A major reason he swung the knife at Navas that time was because he saw Monica being shoved.

Rosalia doesn't interact much with others and didn't know that Leo had used a powerful harpoon yesterday. She only asked him when he was leaving.

Leo replied that he would ask her to take care of the kittens for the next few days, and after thinking it over, he entrusted her with another very important task.

The reason is simple—Rosalia is good at keeping secrets.

"A girl will be delivering goods to Malzamemi on Thursday." Leo gestured his height, "About this tall, with round eyes, long eyelashes, chestnut curly hair, and a very small face."

A face flashed into Rosalia's mind: "The girl who cheered you on."

"Yes, yes!"

Leo secretly cursed himself for being so stupid.

Rosalia also went to watch the fishing competition, so she must know what Rukia looks like.

He found that his mind seemed to become less sharp whenever he got involved with anything related to Rukia.

"She'll be delivering to Marzamemi on Thursday morning, but I'll be going to Messina on Thursday. If you run into her in the morning, tell her I won't be here this week."

Last week, the two of them were grilling fish at the shipyard. Leo said he wanted to buy some seasonings and invite Rukia over to cook it up some more.

Although it didn't specify the exact date, what if Rukia wants to eat seafood this week...?

The trip to Messina was scheduled at the last minute, and Leo felt it was unnecessary to call Lucia about it.

For the next two months, Lucia and her crew will arrive in Marzamemi early in the morning. After delivering the goods, they will take dried tomatoes and tomato sauce back to sell. Rosalia should be able to run into her when she goes to the fish market in the morning.

Rosalia asked Leo, "Is there anything else you want to bring?"

Leo shook his head: "No, thank you."

Rosalia nodded, then suddenly asked, "So, did you ask me to tell her?"

Leo didn't rush to answer, but considered whether it was necessary.

Rosalia continued, "I suggest you mention it, since I don't know her."

"Okay, I'll listen to you then. Go ahead and tell me," Leo agreed.

After asking Rosalia for help, Leo left.

Rosalia sat on a small stool by the door, a smile on her face, and muttered to herself, "Simon, Leo is such a silly boy."

With several important matters largely settled, Leo returned to the shipyard to pack his luggage.

Actually, there's not much to pack; the main thing is to "pack" the harpoons.

He doesn't have a car and will be taking public transport to Messina tomorrow.

"Taking a 2-meter-long harpoon directly is too dangerous, and it would probably draw criticism."

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Leo asked Bianchi and Aurelio how they carried long weapons, and they told him that the locals usually just wore a protective sheath on the tip of the fork, and that was all they did.

But this harpoon is based on the trident, and anyone with a little knowledge can tell its origin.

Leo is confident enough to be Aquaman, but the image of Aquaman riding a public bus is truly an eyesore.

The shipyard has all kinds of tools and plenty of wood. Leo knows basic woodworking and worked as a blacksmith for a few days, so he knows a little about various crafts. He wants to make a box for the harpoon himself.

It's just that we haven't decided what it will look like yet.

Leo picked up the harpoon, sometimes slinging it across his shoulder, sometimes slinging it behind his back, muttering to himself, "What shape should I make it?"

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