The medieval tower city of San Gimignano, 56 kilometers away from Florence, is a small town that retains its medieval style. It was listed as a World Heritage Site in 1990 and is one of the ancient civilizations in central Italy.
The name of San Gimignano comes from the bishop of the same name in Modena. According to legend, he ordered the invasion of the Huns. Later, it became an independent city-state and enjoyed a relatively glorious history.
The Black Death in 1348 killed most of the residents, weakened the power of the local nobility, and finally made the city-state succumb to Florentine rule.
Twelve-year-old William was dressed like a medieval French nobleman in a blue silk costume. At this time, he touched his forehead blankly, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar fantasy scenery around him, and his mind was filled with a blur. Confused.
The battle between the bronze dragon and the copper dragon in the timeline resulted in countless William's in parallel timelines. In order to break free from the bronze dragon's encirclement, the copper dragon sent his past self out.
That was me at the age of twelve, who had just pulled out the sword in the stone.
Twelve-year-old William was just starting out at this time. Although he had undergone rigorous education and training from King Arthur Arturia, and even pulled out the sword in the stone, he was still just a newcomer, a knight's attendant.
Where is this place?
I remember that I had just pulled out the Sword in the Stone under the witness of my mother. Why did it suddenly appear here, but why was there still a memory in my mind that told me that I was fighting a bronze dragon in another world.
It's really confusing.
William walked on the road holding his sword, looking at the medieval streets. He didn't think there was anything strange, but the clothes of the people around him looked strange.
Where is this place?
This is Italy!
William asked a passerby on the street, and the answer he got surprised him. He didn't expect that this was Italy.
Although William is a prince, he has never been out of Normandy since he was a child. Technically, he is French, but he has never even been to Paris, the royal capital. However, this does not affect his ability to learn information about other countries and regions from Dr. Andersen.
In Andersen's description, the countries he is most familiar with are Northern Europe, the home of the Normans, and England, the home of Prince Edward, followed by the royal capital Paris.
Among the many countries and cities in the Middle World, apart from Byzantium, the one he was most familiar with was the Kingdom of Italy.
Although the Holy Roman Empire was the most powerful empire, the unique political system of the elector made the empire exist in name and form without a real capital. The emperor was chosen from among the princes.
The emperors of the Holy Roman Empire all had concurrent jobs as kings of Italy.
Because of the unique political system of the Holy Roman Empire, as long as the princes have strength, they all want to be emperor. Just like Japan in the Warring States Period, as long as they have strength, they want to go to Kyoto and become a general, so even if William also had a desire to look forward to the emperor deep in his heart.
"Danger."
William felt alert, and a deadly dangerous aura filled his body. After Artoria's training, he should be different from what he was before.
He raised his arm to block the front, and then he realized that a branch was already attacking him.
William did not dodge, and the branch fell directly to the ground. Although he felt the danger, he did not feel the murderous intention.
"Huh!"
A strange voice came from a young man who looked to be only about twenty years old. He had messy hair and a dignified appearance. He was looking at the child in front of him with a strange look, his eyes full of doubts.
"Why don't you hide?" the young man asked.
"Because although I feel danger, the danger is not fatal, and you don't have murderous intent."
William replied frankly that the danger was not the young man's attack with branches, but the dangerous vigilance came from the young man in front of him, just like a lion locked in a zoo even if it is full, looking at it through the glass, even though the lion can't Attack people, but people will still feel the danger.
The young man in front of me is very strong.
William looked at the young man in front of him. The frivolous outfit of a half-sleeved T-shirt and cotton shorts was torn everywhere, and his clothes were all in tatters, like a beggar.
Although he was approaching staggeringly with feeble steps, this fatal and dangerous aura would not deceive anyone.
The young man opposite was very strong, very strong, beyond the scope of human beings.
The people on the street were dressed quite strangely, from the perspective of William, a medieval nobleman, but to the people on the street, William's clothing was actually very strange.
However, considering that this city is a famous city that has retained most of its medieval style, and in Florence, a well-known city, it is not surprising even if there are tourists from other places wearing medieval clothes.
Although there are Italians everywhere on the street, the difference between medieval Italian clothing and French clothing is probably not something anyone who is not an expert in the field of clothing can tell.
The young man stared at William with doubtful eyes, and both of them stared at each other with big eyes. Even though they both thought the other was strange, neither of them could explain why.
The young man picked up a branch on the ground, and while William was not paying attention, he quickly dropped it towards his head. However, just like the last attack that ended in vain, this attack also ended in vain.
When the young man's branch fell on the young man's head, a transparent protective shield automatically bounced off his branch, as if something was protecting him.
Feeling this magical power, the young man tilted his head, full of curiosity about this child, and asked, "What's your name?"
"William, if you want to ask someone's name, don't you need to tell yourself your home address?"
William frowned and asked. He didn't like the weird person in front of him at all, and always felt that he was not polite enough.
"Sorry, let me introduce myself first. My name is Tony. You can just call me Tony. By the way, do you want to fight with me? You are holding a sword in your hand, right?"
Young Tony had a smile on his face and then made the request. Before William could agree, he picked up his own branch and muttered, "I swear here, I will not allow me to cut things that I can't stop." exists, and this sword is an invincible blade that can cut through anything on the earth!"
Tony made an extremely arrogant declaration. Along with his declaration, a huge spell began to wrap around his branches. Now, with the naked eye, even an ordinary branch was affected by this spell. It turned into a magic sword that could rival any divine weapon.
Before William could refuse or agree, Tony had already slashed at him with a branch.
Sure enough, I don't like you.
William sighed in his heart.
Some people died, but not completely...
