Ark, they don't revolve around you

Lady Sicily, the real master of Syracuse, once wiped out Texas overnight with just a single order, so that this huge family, which was so famous that it even had the opportunity to get involved in the "twelve seats" of Syracuse, was left with only Cellinina Texas.

But Lady Sicily has a fatal flaw: she is too old. She was active sixty years ago, when the family was in the midst of civil war. It was she who unified Syracuse with guns and order.

As of today, the old lady conservatively estimates that there are hundreds of them. The girl that Zhuang Ning seduced was Mrs. Sicily's secretary, who had been with her day and night for more than five years, and her identity was kept extremely secret.

"It's not nice to lie to a little girl, Doc."

"It's not good, but I believe she will forgive me." Zhuang Ning shrugged.

Suddenly, he heard the roar of an engine outside, and smiled faintly: "My people are coming."

"Since we can't go to see the old lady at the lowest cost, we can only use some additional means."

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The monastery of Syracuse.

The grass was green, the sky was clear, and the children were singing devoutly in the choir.

Like Iberia, Syracuse was influenced by the Lateran culture and was one of the few places on Terra that believed in the modified Lateran doctrine.

This monastery is located on the outskirts of Volsini. It looks ordinary. On weekdays, there is only a priest, a dozen nuns, and some young children.

Therefore, when the car, which was not considered low-key, stopped at the gate of the monastery, the children who had never seen the big world in the past ran out excitedly.

They saw a gentleman in a tuxedo with eyes as black as ink get out of the car.

The children's eyes lit up, but the nun who was looking after them suddenly changed her expression and hurriedly pulled the choir children inside.

At the same time, a nun stepped forward, crossed herself, and said modestly:

"Doctor, why would a big shot like you suddenly come to our monastery on a whim?"

Zhuang Ning turned his head and said, "I suddenly want to meet the merciful Lord."

The nun's expression remained unchanged: "Since you have this intention, Doctor, please come in. Our Lord is merciful."

She noticed that the doctor also brought a box, like... an urn?

"This is?"

"On the way there just now, I killed a family member. I thought it was a coincidence, so I took out his bones and cremated them." Zhuang Ning said seriously, "Most of the family members are religious. Based on the principle of hospice care, I plan to let you cast a spell on this urn."

"You mean praying?" the nun corrected in a low voice.

"Almost. I'll pay for it."

This is not a matter of money... The nun wanted to refuse, but when she saw Zhuang Ning taking out another large box, she almost couldn't hold back.

Fortunately, she was trained and would never laugh unless it was absolutely necessary.

She could even put on a compassionate look: "No matter how sinful one was in life, death is the final salvation. Even if you don't bring these, we will pray for this poor soul."

She was curious again: "How did you kill him?"

"I threw him into the sulfuric acid pool." Zhuang Ning said as a matter of course.

The nun's face changed slightly, and she silently distanced herself from Zhuang Ning.

Walking into the nave where worship is held, neatly separated prayer chairs stretch out, with a large altar at the end.

The real master of the monastery yawned, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and sighed insincerely: "It's a sin to make the elderly get up so early."

"Father Agnir? You are in the monastery today. I heard that you don't like to stay in the house of God unless it's important."

"But when someone like you comes, we have to take him seriously."

He gave an order.

In an instant, the nuns who had been kind just now took out their personal pistols from under their robes. Their movements were in unison, and it was obvious that they had received professional training.

Even the beautiful nun who had just been chatting and laughing with Zhuang Ning and promised to pray took out a dagger and placed it on Zhuang Ning's neck.

How could this be a monastery? It was clearly a group of assassins disguised as nuns!

Zhuang Ning slowly raised his hand: "You are too enthusiastic."

"I still hope you can stop struggling. We are the elites carefully selected by Lady Sicily. Even Texas may not be able to escape this encirclement." The nun said calmly, and saw Zhuang Ning's eyes slightly shifted downward, staring at the white thighs.

Their robes were slit to provide easier access to weapons.

The nun's face turned a little red and she looked a little angry, but Zhuang Ning didn't care about that. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the dagger.

A sudden sharp sound hits the eardrum!

Under this scream, all the nuns were briefly unconscious. Zhuang Ning took the opportunity to grab the knife, held it in the back of his hand, and hit the acupuncture points on the back of the nun's head with the back of the knife.

It was like strolling in the garden, as if he didn't take these nuns who had received the most elite training seriously at all!

A second later, the nuns all fell to the ground, and Agnier sighed, "You've become stronger, Doctor."

"You're welcome." Zhuang Ning looked at him. "So Father, can you please make way? Beating a beautiful girl is a very painful thing in itself. I don't want to hurt the elderly further."

"So what if you get out of the way? The person you are looking for may not be in our monastery." Agnir sighed.

Zhuang Ning blinked his eyes and said, "Your reaction shows that Madam Sicily is really seriously ill and can't even see anyone."

He smiled joyfully, snapped his fingers, and the elite Rhodes Island warriors rushed into the monastery!

"Mrs. Sicily's guards are not very qualified, but we in Rhodes Island are professionals. Father Agnir, I strongly suggest that you hand over the responsibility of guarding Mrs. Sicily to us."

Chapter 1: Submission like a dog ( w)

The taciturn warriors, armed with standard swords and crossbows, kicked open the door and swarmed in all directions.

They were indeed the elite trained by Zhuang Ning, and they never talked nonsense. No one made a sound from beginning to end.

This obviously couldn't be a spur-of-the-moment decision, there must have been a careful plan, but Zhuang Ning looked like he had a clear conscience:

"Mrs. Sicily is the pillar of Syracuse. How can such a small group of people protect her? We in Rhodes Island lack everything except kind-hearted people... Oh, you look like you don't believe me, but I brought people to look after Mrs. Sicily."

Agnier was helpless and wanted to ask, why did your so-called care come with exploration equipment?

But he had not expected Zhuang Ning's shamelessness. He even handed over the invoice and said with emotion, "Life has been difficult recently and the finances are a bit tight. Sir Agnir, I see you are not short of money. Can you please give us some money? This way, we won't be working in vain."

Agnier had a blank expression on his face. When he was young, he was a genius on par with the current Pope, and he was indifferent to such tricks.

Seeing that the joke didn't work, Zhuang Ning shrugged, put away the check, and complained in a low voice with a hint of regret. He looked up again, his eyes were much more sincere:

"Take me to see Lady Sicily, Lord Agnier. After all, Rhodes Island is a medical institution and a pharmaceutical company. Although it is not the top in any industry, it is better than hiding in the monastery here."

Agnier was not in a hurry and reached into his pocket: "I am an old man."

This action immediately made the guards around Zhuang Ning nervous, but Agniel just took out a box of cigarettes and lit it slowly, and the space was immediately filled with a strong smell of tobacco.

Zhuang Ning smiled: "At a time like this, what's the difference between old people and young people? No, a little bit, right? Old people are very good at protecting themselves."

Agnier was silent for a while, and finally sighed deeply.

"You are right. I have done my best. Leader of Rhodes Island, perhaps you are indeed the best choice."

He led Zhuang Ning through the winding corridors, across the atrium, and finally deep underground.

The room was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant and alcohol. Mrs. Sicily was lying on the bed, her body full of tubes, gasping hoarsely.

When she heard the noise at the door, the old lady instantly regained her dignity, wrapped her solemnity and indifference in kindness, and stared quietly at the person who came.

"Long time no see, Doctor."

"It's been a long time." Zhuang Ning took off his hat and put it on his chest to salute. "Two years ago, you looked much better than you do now, calm and dignified. Who would have thought that in such a short time, you would be dying?"

"If I rely only on equipment, I can live a very long time."

"But what's the point? My dear lady, you are just playing a trick of hypocrisy, hiding yourself and being mysterious. As long as you don't reveal the truth, those families will still be afraid of you and will not easily move."

Zhuang Ning said quietly, "For this reason, you even deliberately chose Volsini, the place where your family is the weakest."

"But you still found me." Lady Sicily's eyes were like a calm well, with white light falling on each strand of pale hair. Even though she was old, she still had the pride of being the leader of the wolf pack. "My people betrayed me."

Zhuang Ning pulled out a chair, sat down in front of Lady Sicily, and whispered softly: "This is inevitable, right? This is the rule. When you gradually lose your former bravery, the warriors you are proud of - those who are called the Giant Wolf's Mouth, they will also doubt you, right?"

"But they still love you, so they didn't choose anyone else, but me." Zhuang Ning said, "Because at least I won't kill you, and I can guarantee your safety."

"Are you hanging me up like a puppet?"

"Maybe." Zhuang Ning shrugged. "Actually, coming to Syracuse this time was not in my plan."

He pointed at his head and spoke gently, as if he was talking to a kind elder: "I have lost my memory. The more I walk, the more I feel something is wrong. I need my past memories, even if it's just a little bit. For this, I should go to Kazdel."

"And yet you came to Syracuse."

"Yes, after all, this is a good opportunity. A king on his deathbed cannot control the government. Every Syracuse citizen with a little ambition is looking forward to chaos, or rather, the ladder to chaos."

Zhuang Ning actually laughed out loud again, seeming to be very happy and funny. "So I deliberately disrupted my plan and came to Syracuse to wade into this muddy water. Madam, you see, the memories of the past must not be very happy. Why don't you take a vacation before looking back on those painful memories?"

"Vacation?" Mrs. Sicily was stunned. Even someone as calm as her looked confused when she heard this sentence.

"Yes, a vacation." Zhuang Ning nodded. "I don't think what I have to do this time is that difficult. At most, I just have to get rid of the families that hinder me. How is this different from a vacation?"

Zhuang Ning pointed at his suit, which was custom-made by the best tailor in Syracuse. "I didn't ask for this suit. Your people gave it to me. He came to me on his own initiative, held my hand and burst into tears. He said, Don Zhuang Ning, Syracuse will be in danger, and he hopes that I can protect your authority."

Tang is a custom left over from when Syracuse was colonized. It is a respectful title for a noble person. In Syracuse, it is the name for the head of a family.

"If you don't take what God gives you, you will suffer the consequences. If I were you, I would also choose to get involved at this time." Lady Sicily spoke word by word, and she actually used the Yan language.

At this moment, she was calm, as if she had accepted her fate: "It is lucky that the old wolf king did not have his throat torn by the new wolf king. I don't think I have the right to complain."

She just used a warning tone: "But you shouldn't look down on Syracuse, my child. It is far more cruel than you think."

"Cruel? Are you saying that to me, Madam Sicily?" Zhuang Ning shook his head. "I respect you. You suppressed a group of wolves for sixty years by yourself. Even though the news about your poor health was spreading everywhere, no family was willing to help you, for fear of becoming the second Texas."

He laughed, "That's what wolves are like, right? They will always bully those weaker than themselves."

"But is this really cruel? Madam, in my opinion, this is simply wonderful! I like the sunshine of Syracuse, and I also like the rainy season of Syracuse, those low-key yet elegant cars, the quaint buildings, and more importantly -"

Zhuang Ning's demeanor changed, and he looked as majestic as an emperor. He looked at Syracuse as if it were his own thing, and he said, "The atmosphere here is great!"

"The incompetence and corruption of the government, the meanness and cowardice of the judges, and those families... there's a smell of blood here."

Zhuang Ning's smile became even softer. "Do you think there is a better place than here? I can kill to my heart's content and watch the clowns be terrified of me."