The Legend of the Fishermen of Sicily

Chapter 139 I'll say it, I'll say anything!

Riccardo brushed Leo off, but pointed him in a slightly clearer direction—this rumor came from the locals of Marzamemi.

After leaving the fish market, Leo went to the village center, but instead of going into the café, he went to the grocery store and tobacco shop.

Leo first asked Nicolas and Salvi if they had heard similar rumors recently, and after receiving a negative answer, he asked them to keep an eye out for him.

You ask why we didn't go to a coffee shop?

That's because Marco is so tight-lipped!

But the fact that Leo didn't go to Marco doesn't mean Marco didn't know.

In the morning, the bosses were taking shelter under the trees when he heard the news from Nicholas and Salvi.

"What is Leo asking about?" Marco asked.

Salvi didn't hide anything; he simply asked for help gathering information, not for making money. He repeated what Leo had said, adding at the end, "Leo operates in shallow waters and is such a good swimmer. He's probably trying to find out some valuable information and hoping to get lucky."

Nicholas had been cleaning the warehouse these past two days, staying up late every night, and was sleep-deprived. He said drowsily, "It must be a rumor. All the good stuff in the near sea was taken by people hundreds of years ago. How could people today possibly get rich?"

In my opinion, someone deliberately spread false information, probably those fishing tackle sellers. Leo is too young; he believes everything he hears.

"I don't know, I can't say for sure." Salvi wasn't particularly enthusiastic about the rumor.

Marco left after smoking half a cigarette, seemingly heading back to the shop.

"Stay a little longer, it's so hot inside," Nicholas called to him from behind.

Marco entered the coffee shop without looking back: "I'll ask while it's still crowded."

In the evening, as soon as Leo returned to Marzamemi, he went to the village center to ask Nicolas and Salvi what news they had found out, but he ran into Marco smoking alone at the entrance of the café.

Marco gestured with his chin toward the coffee shop and said to Leo, "Someone called you this afternoon, and I wrote down the number for you."

After saying "thank you," Leo planned to continue to the general store.

The call was probably from the Syracuse Port Authority. The woman, named Lilith, said she would help Leo register for a diving certification exam.

He had been waiting for this call for several days, but by this time the port authority staff should have already left work.

Marco added from behind him, "I asked them about their working hours for you. You can call back before 7 p.m., so you still have time."

Leo was somewhat curious.

Isn't he from the port authority?

He changed direction and went to the coffee shop to make a phone call.

The phone number was prominently displayed on the bar counter, and Leo spotted it immediately. He dialed the number and found it wasn't the port authority, but it was close enough...

They were from a certified diving organization and asked Leo when he would have time to attend a class.

Leo tapped his fingers rapidly on the bar counter a few times.

I've been really busy lately, but I can't delay getting the fishing license...

"Is it a theory class or a practical class?"

Lilith said that students could only take the exam after completing 12 hours of theory classes and 12 hours of practical classes.

The person on the other end seemed easy to talk to: "What would you like to do?"

There are very few fishermen applying for diving and harvesting licenses, so organizations that offer diving courses have even less business.

Leo is absolutely God!

"How many hours is one class period?"

"90 minutes."

"Can I take two hours of practical classes in the morning and two hours of theoretical classes in the afternoon?"

Leo wanted to compress time to the extreme, so that he could save time and money.

There was a three-second silence before the reply came: "Sir, diving is a very dangerous activity. I suggest you spread out your time; this will be more helpful for absorbing knowledge."

"Just tell me if you can or can't you?"

"This is not recommended..."

""

"So it's not allowed?"

"Try not to."

"I understand. I'll ask other organizations then."

"Sir, which day would you like me to book? I'll contact the teacher for you in advance."

After agreeing on the time for the first class and confirming the address, Leo continued to ask if there were any lesson plans for the theory class and whether it was possible to preview the material in advance.

The other party cooperated very well with Leo's consultation, providing a detailed list of the names of several books.

Leo wrote them down one by one, intending to ask Andrei about them.

The old man's study had all sorts of books, covering every aspect of Sicily, and maybe even some of them.

After making the call, Leo planned to leave the coffee shop and go to the grocery store, which was his original destination, but Marco stopped him on the way.

Unexpectedly, he was stopped by Marco again as soon as he took a step.

"I've found out the information for you."

"What news?" Leo asked, turning around.

Marco replied calmly as he washed the cups, "That rumor from the sea."

Leo, leaning on the bar, his eyes shining, asked, "Tell me, what did you hear?"

Marco waved his hand: "I didn't find out the specifics of what was being said, but I did find out who first started talking about it in the village. He should know more than others."

The light in Leo's eyes dimmed slightly: "Even if I ask, he might not be able to tell me."

Don't you know how the locals treat me, Marco?

Marco took a cigarette and went outside: "You know this guy."

"Who?" Leo chased after him.

Marco turned around and smiled: "Salvatore."

Leo was shocked.

How could they be former rivals?

Marco sat down on the bench outside, gazing at the distant street scene, and said, "If you want any information in the future, come find me. Most of the people who go to the grocery store are housewives, and people who buy cigarettes just buy them and leave... Can you hear as much information as you do in a coffee shop?"

Leo sat down next to Marco and coaxed him, "I won't go anywhere else from now on. I'll just come and ask you if I need anything."

How can you be so arrogant!

"The coffee shop and the old tavern are two important intelligence hubs in the small fishing village."

The information I heard from Marco is highly credible.

The next morning, after selling the sea urchins, Leo didn't rush to leave but waited for Salvatore and the others at the fish market.

But these three guys were notoriously lazy, and Leo was furious waiting for them.

The Godfather now has a new unit of time.

The time it took for Salvatore and his group to wait for him cost him at least the income from two nests of sea urchins!

Rosalia was curious when she saw that Leo hadn't left the fish market after finishing his transactions today, and couldn't help but take a few more glances.

From afar, I saw Leo frowning, looking like he wanted to devour someone, and his brows furrowed as well.

A moment later, she saw Leo hurrying towards the three Salvatore who had just appeared. Worried that the child had been bullied again, she followed him.

"I didn't say that," Salvatore asked his two companions. "Did I mention this rumor? No."

Leo explained his purpose, but Salvatore insisted that he had never said that.

He not only never said it, he had never even heard of it.

Marco's information was highly credible, and Leo continued to negotiate with him: "But everyone says it was you who told the story, that one day you were drunk and told me a piece of news you heard in town."

Salvatore shook his head: "You said it yourself, I drank too much. How could I remember anything about being drunk?"

Suddenly, his pupils dilated and then contracted sharply—Rosalia appeared three or four meters away and was slowly approaching.

What's the dying widow doing here?

Leo used a little trick: "You know how much Andrei loves stories, especially interesting ones like this. I wanted to find out which ones to tell Andrei back home."

The moment Andrei's name was mentioned, Salvatore's pupils dilated even faster.

Everyone in Marzamemi knows how much Andre protects Leo.

Leo wanted to continue scaring him with Andrei, but the three brothers opposite him suddenly curled up together, looking like a nest of frightened mice.

"It's just a rumor anyway, so tell me about it." Leo didn't see this scene because he squatted down and looked at the seafood Salvatore had laid out, only to find that it was all low-class stuff.

Rumor has it that this kid is incredibly lucky and always gets good stuff, right?

Salvatore's eyes darted back and forth between Rosalia behind Leo and the rope-cutting knife at her waist.

The scene from a month ago, when the deadly widow joined the battle without hesitation at the shipyard, flashed before my eyes again.

She's here to support Leo!

"I, I, I remember!"

Andrei uses mental attacks, while Rosalia uses physical attacks.

Anyway, Salvatore has been searching for more than half a month and still can't find it, so it's more important to stay safe!

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