The Legend of the Fishermen of Sicily

Chapter 134 Not a single one will escape!

Back when Leo first arrived in Sicily, he only had 30 lira in emergency reserves.

Now, he can sell 40 lira worth of seafood a day.

What does this mean?

This means things can get better!

"Is the lemon-flavored limited-edition ice cream going to be discontinued? What will be the next seasonal limited-edition flavor?"

Leo asked the ice cream shop owner.

Early in the morning, when no one was eating ice cream, Leo met her at the fish market.

"The fig flavor will be available in September," the boss replied enthusiastically.

Sicily doesn't have a distinct winter, and there are fresh seasonal fruits all year round. The owner will launch different limited-edition flavors according to the season, but only a limited number of ice cream flavors will be made for each day, and once they're sold out, they're gone.

"Save me one every day, I'll pick it up at noon." Leo placed a large order at the ice cream shop.

He had only eaten the lemon-flavored limited-edition ice cream once, and it was Andre who treated him.

I usually buy the cheapest single or double scoops of the regular flavor, and if I want to splurge a little more, I'll add an egg container.

Now we can indulge ourselves!

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After placing a large order at the ice cream shop, Leo went to the grocery store.

Nicholas, who was chatting with several business owners at the coffee shop entrance, immediately sat up straight: "Didn't you say you couldn't cook?"

Every time he tried to sell meat to Leo, Leo refused, citing that he couldn't cook.

I went to Messina and learned how to catch sea urchins, and I also learned cooking skills.

Leo said smugly, "I can't make it, but someone else can. Can I order some?"

"Yes, yes, of course!" Nicholas stood up. "What do you want to order?"

Leo generously ordered: "One chicken, and two pounds of beef, the best kind."

"No problem." Nicholas led Leo to the grocery store. "I've got some new stuff, want to take a look?"

Marco muttered behind him, "He hasn't given up yet. Every time Leo comes to buy something, he has to try to sell off the slow-moving goods in his warehouse."

Salvi chimed in, "Nicholas really has a bad eye; he's putting on things that won't sell, what a mistake..."

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"What?" Marco asked.

Salvi adjusted his glasses: "Leo went into the warehouse with him today."

"Huh?" Marco turned his head and found that Leo had indeed gone into the warehouse with Nicholas.

This is something new.

Beside Marco, Salvi muttered to himself, "Nicholas may not be good at sourcing goods, but he's got a good eye for people. He was the first to notice that Leo was well-off. Without his inspiration, I wouldn't have made those later deals... even though they were all small amounts."

Marco said unhappily, "Stop trying to sell Leo all that nonsense."

Salvi was also unhappy: "What do you mean by 'selling random stuff'? I only provide him with what he needs, and now he's willing to chat with me, praising me for being thoughtful and always thinking of things he wouldn't think of."

Marco took a deep drag on his cigarette, feeling uneasy.

He was the first of the shop owners to become familiar with Leo.

But recently, Salvi and Nicolas seem to have grown closer to Leo.

Marco took the crumpled cigarette case out of his pocket, saw the camel pattern on it, put it back, and then took out a pack of cigarettes from another pocket.

"You haven't finished smoking that imported camel yet?" Salvi asked.

Marco, not in high spirits, replied, "This is the last box; I don't want to finish it."

"What's there to be reluctant about?" Salvi stood up and went back to his tobacco shop. "Just buy more from me when you're done. I have plenty."

Marco ignored him.

Seeing that Andrei was surrounded by old men again, Leo went in and said quickly, "Andrei, I ordered meat. Go to Nicholas's place to pick it up on Thursday morning, and I'll come to your house for dinner tonight."

Leo can't cook, but Andre is a good cook.

However, the old man usually doesn't like to make a fuss or waste time on food. When he gets home, he usually buries himself in his study to read.

Now that Leo has money and his standard of living has improved, he can also help Andre improve the quality of his meals.

How can you eat salads and bread all the time?

Leo now eats sausages and cheese with every meal.

The kind thief brought him enough food to last him a week or two.

Andrei, engrossed in his story, took a moment to reply to Leo: "I've cooked dinner and opened some wine, waiting for you!"

Leo gave an OK sign and walked past Marco, who was washing glasses behind the bar, without saying hello, clearly in a bad mood.

Marco knew what Leo was unhappy about—he had refused to answer Leo's question again yesterday.

But Marco, with his timid and hesitant nature, took his anger out on the customers who were taking their cups out, yelling, "How many times have I told you not to take cups out? One or two are missing every week! How am I supposed to clean the cups you bring back after you've finished fishing? Come back here, come back right now!"

Outside the coffee shop, Leo walked quickly and plunged into the general store.

Seeing that Leo had gone to see Nicolas again... Marco felt even worse.

After Rio caught sea urchins, Rosalia didn't get any money because there was no catch to help process.

She felt no unease; she was simply repaying a favor.

He not only repaid the favor, but also earned 200,000 lira in just over half a month, enough to replace the gate that was long overdue.

All things considered, she came out ahead.

This evening, she went to the village entrance to deliver the dried tuna, and when she returned, she found that Leo had already brought the equipment back.

Although their commute times were only an hour or two apart, they would still bring their equipment back with them.

These are our cooking utensils. Although they are all old, if we lose one, we might not be able to leave today, which would have a huge impact. So we can't be afraid of the trouble.

But while packing up her gear today, she was surprised to find a few new pieces of equipment inside—Leo had changed her fishing gear again.

She went inside and glanced at the clock on the wall that had been used for who knows how many years. She guessed that Leo had just returned and hadn't taken his diving equipment out to sea, but instead had gone to the coast near the shipyard.

Leo would go there and spend some time with his cat every night after he came home.

Rosalia easily found Leo talking to a kitten near the shore. Walking over, she heard him say, "How was the sea urchin today?"

"If you like it, come back to the shipyard with me."

"I kept a lot, so we split it."

"I have money now, come back with me and live a good life, okay?"

"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes."

Leo picked up the kitten, turned around and saw Rosalia behind him, startled, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Rosalia sighed and said a long sentence, which was unusual for her: "Making money is not easy, save it carefully. Big ships are very expensive, don't spend money recklessly."

Leo laughed and replied, "Money isn't saved, it's earned."

Without giving Rosalia a chance to launch into another long-winded explanation about who owed whom, he picked up the kitten and left, saying, "I'm going back to eat, I'm starving. You should hurry up and get out of here, or the water will recede and it'll be hard to push the boat. I know how to use those fishing gear too. Go on, be careful."

Sea urchins spoil overnight; some start to wilt at night and are unlikely to survive until the next morning. Leo picked out the less desirable ones and ate them himself.

With the help of the food brought by the kind thief, the quality of their meals improved dramatically, and they no longer ate only bread and tomatoes every day.

The kitten was lured back to the shipyard, ate some sea urchin and bread, and then tried to escape again.

While eating, Leo surrounded it, chasing it back and forth in the shipyard.

"I remember everyone who's been good to me. It's impossible for me to enjoy good food while my brother suffers from hunger and cold, right?"

He caught the kitten in one swift motion, and the kitten immediately began purring: "Even if you're arrogant, you can't escape!!"

Marco was in a bad mood all day and felt uncomfortable if he didn't have a cigarette in his hand.

I had reduced my intake a while ago, but I was worried my wife would nag me if I smoked too much today, so I made up an excuse to go out after dinner.

There wasn't much leisure or entertainment in the small fishing village, so he wanted to go back to the shop to prepare the goods he would need for tomorrow morning.

Passing by a general store, I saw the lights were on inside, went in for a look, and asked, "Aren't you leaving yet?"

After dinner, the people of Marzamemi generally rest and do not work anymore.

Nicholas was bustling around inside, muttering, "My warehouse is such a mess, I need to tidy it up properly so that Leo might find more things he needs next time he comes."

Upon hearing "Leo," Marco became even more annoyed and said sarcastically, "Your warehouse is a mess, like a rat's nest. It won't be cleaned up for three to five days. You really need to clean it up, otherwise the rats will really be nesting in there."

"It will take a few days to sort things out, so you'll have to go pick up the cup from Rukia yourself on Thursday. Don't make me deliver it; I don't have time."

Nicholas said without even looking up.

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"What cups? I didn't order any cups," Marco asked, stopping at the doorway.

Nicholas emerged from the warehouse, his tone turning sarcastic: "Stop pretending, will you? Don't you know Leo ordered a new set of cups for you? Salvi and I racked our brains trying to get some contact with Leo, and you, on the other hand, just sit there smoking all day, doing absolutely nothing, while Leo comes to your coffee shop every day! You, you, are so incredibly envious!"

Thinking of something, he continued, "What time is it? Why aren't you sleeping at home? What are you doing out here?"

Marco left with a smile: "I'm in a good mood, so I can't sleep."