I said he was a mythical figure, and Albert replied that he was never there.

What is the mythical figure Pastrini asked?
It’s a long story, replied Franz, my dear shopkeeper. And do you say that Lord Vampa is doing business near Rome now?
Yes, he’s bold. He’s really an ancient among robbers.
So the police can’t catch him after all?
Hey, do you know that he’s a shepherd, a fisherman and a peddler? They go to the mountains to look for him, but he’s in the sea. They follow him to the sea, but he’s in the ocean. They chase him again, but he suddenly hides in the island of Jilio, Kanu or Monte Cristo. When they go there to search for him, he suddenly appears in Tivoli or Alicia, Aalbano.
How does he treat passengers?
What? His method is very simple. He limits the time to 12 hours or a day according to the distance from the city, and asks them to send the ransom. After that time, he gives another hour or another hour, and the fake money hasn’t been delivered to him at the 60 th minute. Just hit him with a gun or stick his dagger in his heart and forget it.
Well, Albert Franz asked his companion, do you still want to take the ring road to the Colosseum?
Except, of course, Albert said that the road was beautiful.
The clock struck nine. A coachman is at the door now, my Lord. He said the car is ready.
Well, then Franz said let’s go to the Colosseum.
Ask your Excellency whether to go by Popolo or by the street.
Take the street, of course, take the street, said Franz
Ah, my good man Albert got up and lit his third cigar. I’m still brave. As he said that, the two young people took the stairs and got into the carriage.
Chapter 34 Appearance
Franz’s designated route is clever. They don’t pass through a monument on their way to the Colosseum, so that their interest in enjoying the huge building will not be affected by seeing too many monuments in their minds. He chose the route first along Sistina Street to Santa Maria Church, and then turned right along Upa Street, St. Peter Street and turned into Wenkali Street. Visitors will find that they are facing the Colosseum. Another advantage of taking this route is that Franz can meditate from the ground. Boss Pastrini told him the story and thought about it, because his mysterious host who lives in Monte Cristo island is now in the story. He leaned his arms across a corner of the carriage and pondered the anecdote he had just heard. He thought about several questions and asked them, but none of them could be answered satisfactorily. The fact that best reminds him of his friend Sinbad, a sailor, is that bandit sailors seem to be in a close mystery.
Pastrini said that Vampa often took refuge in smugglers’ fishermen’s boats. Franz remembered that he had seen the two Corsican robbers and the crew of the small yacht eating together harmoniously, and even changed its voyage to the port of Vecchio. The owner of a London hotel also made a special trip to Monte Cristo, where his host went under an alias. He felt that this name alone was enough to prove that his island friend, Bo Ai, traveled all over the Spanish coast of Corsica, Pinocchio, Vita, Vecchia Osnis Palermo, which proved how vast his range of travel was.
However, whether the young man was absorbed in these memories or his thoughts were interrupted by the dark and dense scene of the ruins of the great Colosseum, the pale moonlight flashed through the doors of the ruins, like the light from the eyes of ghosts and ghosts, and the door stopped near the Sultanate. The two young men jumped into the carriage and found that there was a guide in front of them, as if it had come from underground.
The entourage guide in the hotel came with them, and they got two guides. It is impossible for the Romans to avoid this kind of redundant guide. As soon as you step into the hotel, an ordinary guide will follow you. If you want to stay in the city, he will never leave you. Besides, every place of interest has one in every part. We can easily imagine that there will be no shortage of guides in the Colosseum because it is an eternal miracle. The poet Marcial once praised the Egyptians in this way. Don’t praise us with the barbaric miracle pyramid, and don’t talk about the famous temple of the ancient city of Babylon. All other buildings must give way to Caesar’s Colosseum
In Albert Franz, they don’t want to avoid these tour guides. Frankly speaking, it’s very difficult to avoid them because the guides can only visit these places with torches. The two young people can resist and guide them to declare their surrender unconditionally. Franz has been to the Colosseum for more than ten nights, but his companion is visiting the ancient site of Vespasian the Great for the first time. To be fair, although the two guides talk eloquently in his ear, he still has a strong impression in his mind. No one could have imagined that a ruin could be so solemn and magnificent. The moonlight in southern Europe and the sunset in the east have the same effect. In this mysterious moonlight ruin, all parts seem to have doubled. Franz walked about 100 steps at the bottom of the ruin gallery, and his nostalgia came into being. So he left Albert, and the two guides always showed him the Julius Caesar box in the lion cave.
He took a decadent step to let them visit according to the prescribed route, while he walked to the shadow of an opposite colonnade and sat quietly so that he could enjoy the magnificent ruins and watch the huge building at will.
Franz hid in the shadow of the colonnade for almost a quarter of an hour. His eyes followed Albert’s two torch guides. They had turned from a door at the end of the Colosseum and then disappeared on the steps, probably to visit the nuns’ boxes. When they slipped quietly, it was like several ghosts were following a bunch of flashing phosphorus fires. At this moment, he suddenly heard a sound in his ear, as if a stone had rolled across the steps opposite him. In this environment, a piece of fallen granite fell off the surface. What’s strange, but it seems to him that this kind of stone has been stepped on by one foot, and it seems that a person walks towards the place where he is sitting, with very light footsteps, as if trying not to be heard. It seems that speculation soon became a fact, because a figure did appear. When he came up the steps, he gradually emerged from the darkness to shine on the top of the steps, while the steps disappeared in the dark. He was probably a tourist like Franz who enjoyed it alone and didn’t want the chattering guide to disturb his thoughts. But he was not surprised now, but he came. His expression is tight and evasive, and he has to stop and listen attentively at every step. Franz believes that he is here for a certain purpose. He is here alone. Franz can retreat to the back of the colonnade. Visitors live ten feet away from him. There is a big circular gap on the roof. Looking from this gap, you can see that the stars are full of blue nights. This gap has become moonlight. It may be hundreds of years old. The gap is surrounded by many climbing plants. The slender green branchlets are extremely clear against the bright and clean sky.The person who caught Franz’s attention saw his face in a semi-dark way, but his clothes were easy to see. He was wearing a brown cloak, and the corner was lifted to cover his left shoulder as if it was intended to cover half of his face, while half of his face was completely hidden in his wide-brimmed hat. He came in from a broken roof in a bright moonlight, and his polished boots were black trousers. Obviously, he was neither a noble nor a meeting person.
After a while, the man showed impatience. At this moment, there was a slight noise outside the hole in the roof. At once, a black shadow blocked the light, which was a man’s figure. The man was eagerly and carefully examining this large area of his body. When he saw the man in the cloak, he grabbed a bunch of roots that were hanging down and tangled together, and slid along it to three or four feet from the ground, and then gently jumped out. He was wearing a Lersfield costume.
Mr. Law has been waiting for a long time, I’m sure the man said in Roman, but I don’t think I’m long late. The clock of St. Jean’s church has just struck ten.
There’s no need to be late again. Go to that person first and answer in the purest Tuscan that I came too early, but even if you let me wait for a while, I’m quite sure you didn’t mean to be late.
Mr. Wang is right. The man said that I came directly from Fort St. Angel, and I had a hard time trying to have a talk with Bibo.
Who is Bibo?
Oh, Pippo works in a prison. It took me a year to find out about the Pope’s castle.
Really, I think you are very foresight.
You know, you never know what will happen in the future. Maybe in the next few days, I will fall into Romania like poor Pi Nuo. At that time, I was very happy to have an itchy tooth and a mouse bite a few small holes in me.
To put it simply, what news did you get?
It’s customary to kill two people at two o’clock on Tuesday afternoon at every big festival in Rome. People are very interested in this ceremony. A prisoner will be punished by hammer. That guy is a heartless man. He murdered the priest who raised him. It’s really no pity for him. The other one was sentenced to beheading, and his husband is the poor Pi Nuo.
What else do you want? You not only recruited soldiers under the Pope’s rule, but also went to neighboring countries to make them afraid. Of course, they are glad to have an opportunity to make an example of them.
But pepinogen is not my department. He is a poor shepherd. His only crime is to give us food and grass.