After Kitahara and Kaede carefully explained these modern developments to the knights, and even took each other to watch a video about the Apollo moon landing with their own eyes, the other party's hostility towards modern technology became much less.

"You can actually tame such a monster!"

Cervantes looked seriously at the spacecraft that landed on the moon, his eyes serious and sharp: "But why is the moon so barren now?"

Kitahara and Feng were silent for a while.

Do you want him to say that there is nothing on the moon? This would destroy an ancient man's beautiful impression of the moon.

Fortunately, Cervantes didn't seem to care too much about this difficult question, but looked a little regretful: "Really... maybe the children born in the future will not know how beautiful the moon once was."

The moon that belongs to the abode of the goddess, the birthplace of gentle and bright moonlight, has now become like this.

Kitahara and Feng patted each other's shoulders, and suddenly found that they couldn't say anything to comfort them, so they had to signal him to watch the end of this clip.

Human beings wore heavy and weird space suits and carefully set foot on this strange planet.

One small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind.

Human beings have since arrived at the moon they have longed for, looking back at their azure hometown on another planet.

From then on, with the power of science and technology, we officially set foot in the sea of ​​stars and started a new journey in this era.

"But no matter what..." Cervantes said in a very serious tone, "The man who landed on the moon, I am willing to admit that he is a knight worthy of everyone's admiration."

Kitahara and Kaede raised their eyebrows in surprise, turned their heads and stared at the knight beside them: he looked so proud and disappointed when he said this.

What are you missing?

"All those who dare to charge into the unknown and danger for their love and justice are true knights."

There was a faint smile of helplessness in the traveler's eyes, and he reached out to hug the other person, and comforted him skillfully: "Of course, these people include you, dear Mr. Cervantes."

The eyes of the knight who was hugged suddenly opened wide, like a disgusting cat whose head was suddenly touched. The panic and incredible emotion almost made him jump.

"Oh, Your Highness Princess, this is not in line with etiquette!"

Cervantes muttered loudly and forcefully, as if to hide something, and looked at the door with helpless eyes, as if hoping that someone would come to save him.

Kitahara and Kaede burst out laughing, suddenly feeling that the knight in front of them was quite cute to a certain extent.

Although he looked embarrassed when he was knocked down by a straight ball, it was particularly interesting to see others being knocked down by his own straight ball.

"But I am not a princess now - and I repeat, I am a man."

The traveler coughed a few times, swallowed back most of his laughter under the depressed look in his eyes, and took off the thin white windbreaker hanging on the hanger and put it on his body.

"By the way, Mr. Cervantes, today we plan to go to St. Mark's Basilica, you will stay here first..."

Cervantes caught the key word and immediately straightened up and became alert: "No, no, Venetians are very cunning guys, and knights have the obligation to protect the princess when they go out!"

"Huh?" The traveler touched his chin and thought about the "enthusiastic and honest" residents he met in Venice, his eyes became subtle, "So why do you think Venetian people are cunning..."

Cervantes' eyes drifted for a moment, and suddenly he began to look out the window intently.

Outside the window, there is a canal passing by, flowing lightly along the winding and deep alleys, like a graceful and elegant classical music, reflecting the shadows of the surrounding buildings with more elegance and flexibility.

The reflections between the water and the water are like a big dream that has been connected for countless years.

She is also like a graceful woman who came to this era with the romance and coolness, nobility and abjection of centuries ago, sitting by the river with rising mist and lighting a cigarette.

Compared to Spain, which has changed beyond recognition in his memory, Venice is almost the city closest to the past in his memory.

"Kitahara, it's just... wasn't the drama "The Merchant of Venice" very popular in our time?"

After hesitating for a long time, Cervantes finally said this sentence with a slightly embarrassed expression: "So I think the specific image of Venetians should be similar?"

Beihara and Feng followed each other's gaze and looked out the window. They were slightly startled when they heard this: "The Merchant of Venice?"

If he remembered correctly, "The Merchant of Venice" should have been written by Shakespeare.

Not to mention that we don’t know whether Shakespeare in this world is engaged in creation. In Wenye’s setting, Shakespeare clearly participated in the superpower war... That’s stupid.

The traveler suddenly wanted to understand something and the corners of his mouth twitched subconsciously.

To be honest, how many of you Renaissance literary giants are still alive today? Were things like the wine of eternal life wholesale in your day?

Cervantes obviously misunderstood the source of the traveler's surprise, so he seemed even more embarrassed:

After all, there is no such plot in any book of knights as "the knight abandons the princess and goes to watch a play alone".

"No, it's okay. I just didn't expect it - I actually like this play too? But most Venetians nowadays are actually not as bad as in the play, right?"

Kitahara and Feng pondered for a moment, not knowing why the other had such stubborn hostility towards the Venetian people, so they answered hesitantly.

Although there are indeed a lot of swindlers in Venice, he is more worried about Cervantes giving the swindler a spear when he is excited than being deceived himself...

"What if some special circumstances arise? Based on the development of the Cavaliers, this is very possible."

Cervantes shook the spear in his hand with a serious look on his face, expressing his firm determination: "Don't worry. In dealing with these scoundrels, Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

The knight is invincible!"

An hour later.

Don Quixote was in St. Mark's Square, shouting something in Spanish dialect at the church in front of him, and he seemed to want to give this church a spear.

His level of anger can be clearly seen even by people who don't speak the language, which has attracted many tourists to look back in surprise and curiosity.

Anthony, the only one who could communicate with the other party without any barriers, was silently held in Kitahara and Kaede's arms, and they watched the knight venting in silence.

"I'm so stupid, really." The traveler looked at it for a long time, supported his chin, and said to Anthony quietly, "I only knew that most of the things in St. Mark's Cathedral were stolen, but I didn't think of it.

Vantis also knows about that Eastern Expedition..."

What’s more, I didn’t expect that St. Mark’s Basilica would be so generous and put imitations of the things it had stolen during the Eastern Expeditions for decoration outside the church.

Kitahara and Kaede raised their heads and glanced at the four bronze horses standing steadily above the central arch of the church among various complicated and gorgeous stone carvings, with a hint of sadness in their eyes.

In a sense, the real home of these horses should be Constantinople, which is now Turkey.

But just like the looted cultural relics in previous lives, these things no longer belong to their hometown.

"Well." Anthony pulled Kitahara and Feng's sleeves comfortingly, and put his head in each other's arms, trying to comfort the adults who were a little self-blame, "It's not all Kitahara's fault."

"Actually, as long as we stay in Venice for a while, Mr. Cervantes will know about it sooner or later."

After all, St. Mark's Square is mentioned everywhere in Venice as a daily leisure place and a must-visit attraction for residents, especially in this season when the peak tourist season is approaching.

At least if he goes out and walks around, he can hear a lot of things more or less related to it.

"No, I'm just a little worried."

Kitahara and Feng looked at the angry knight with some worry, and did not choose to persuade him at this time.

After all, the other party's anger is completely justified.

As a stubborn medieval knight who abides by all these knightly codes, it is strange not to be angry when seeing such a church and understanding the history of this church.

"I hope that because of this incident, his favorable opinion of the current era will not drop again..."

Beihara and Feng pressed their temples, and finally could only say this sentence.

The sky in mid-June was bright blue over Venice, and the rippling blue water flowed softly beside the square, with one or two dazzling lights flashing from time to time.

She is like a lazy woman who occasionally raises her eyes for a charming glance. Her half-opened and half-closed phoenix eyes contain careless sarcasm and aristocratic elegance.

Venice is a very special city, so special that neither Kitahara nor Kaede can describe its relationship with the world.

——She is a dream from several centuries ago. In her river, what flows is the gold powder and balsam of the most prosperous era of the Venetian Empire, a dream-like beauty and youth built in a state of intoxication.

As the entire era moves forward, the city remains almost stationary.

It is precisely because of this that the revelation of some things in this city seems even more poignant and sad.

On the other side, after a long period of anger and scolding, Cervantes finally took a deep breath and stopped.

He suddenly found that he couldn't seem to find any suitable and non-repetitive words to "politely" accuse this church and the Venetians who built them.

The righteous knight looked at the church in front of him and suddenly felt an almost incomprehensible absurdity.

There had been many Eastern expeditions in the era in which he lived. As a wandering knight, he could often hear rumors of plundering that accompanied these "great expeditions".

Even that Eastern Expedition was hundreds of years away from his time, but those bloody tragedies are still occasionally mentioned by the descendants of those who witnessed it.

Of course, although Cervantes had his doubts, he never believed in this statement. After all, he believed in his own opinion more and was not someone who listened to hearsay.

Until this day, he came to Venice hundreds of years later, where he saw the most powerful proof of the ferocious history of the Middle Ages.

That is completely contrary to the code of chivalry and is neither noble nor just.

Hundreds of years later, people realized the sinful history behind those works of art and gold, silver and gems, and then continued to worship this church built up of all these.

They said, look, these are the blood and tears shed by people hundreds of years ago. How beautiful they are!

"Kitahara..." After what seemed like a long silence, Cervantes looked at the traveler for help and called out his princess's name in a confused tone.

"They said before that although people can enter the interior of the church for free, there are separate charges for the gold altar, the museum and the cloisters of the church, right?"

Beihara and Feng sighed slightly, looked helplessly at Anthony in their arms, took the knight's hand and sat on a bench at the edge of the square.

"Hmm. Do you want to go in and take a look?"

"No, I don't want to be robbed by these bastards again... Are there really more than two thousand stolen jewels on the golden altar? How can they have the nerve to put these things here openly?"
To be continued...