Big Sky in Yokohama

In name, it was a salon held by the Duke's daughter, but actually Elena took pains to prepare it for Vongola, and wanted to introduce Giotto to the nobles in the upper class of Italy.

To participate in such a small banquet, even if they want to show respect, they must go out in costumes. In this regard, Giotto has no problem. After all, he has attended many times before, and it is Youni...

No one in the self-defense regiment seemed to be able to lend her a suitable gown.

Although it looks like a Westerner, Yoni's frame is too small, unless it is children's clothes, there are very few clothes that fit her.

The red-haired young man G with thorns tattooed on his face whispered, "Giotto, you really want to go out all the time. Where can I find a dress that suits her at this time?"

Giotto patted him with a smile, without the same sense of urgency as G, "Don't be nervous, G."

"There must be a way." He said so calmly.

G's expression eased for a moment, and then he frowned again, "Giotto, your solution is not to walk around?"

Giotto laughed, "How could that be."

Accustomed to seeing his leader's appearance, he glanced at the girl obediently following Giotto, who bent her eyebrows at him, and he sighed deeply as a sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

"Actually, I can wear my own clothes." Youni tilted her head and suggested that the clothes she wore a hundred years later had been washed and dried that day and put away.

Although it is not a very gorgeous dress, some of the designs are unique and the fabric is very soft, so it is not rude to wear it like this.

After all, it is only a small salon, so as long as the clothes are not too disrespectful, no one will care much.

Giotto smiled brightly, "G, don't you think this is solved?"

G smiled helplessly, "Let's go, I'll take you to Elena's side."

To be honest, he didn't like the atmosphere at the Duke's side. The upper-class celebrities looked down on these gangsters who gathered at random, but even if it was for the self-defense group, they couldn't live up to Elena's kindness.

G sat outside the carriage, flicked his whip, "Let's go."

Giotto poked his head out of the window, his brilliant blond hair blown by the wind, and he raised his voice, "Want me to come with you, G?"

Before, they all drove here together, so as long as they avoid the carriages of those nobles and don't let them see it, it's not a big problem.

In short, in their eyes, they still need to drive their own car to attend the salon, which is extremely rude and ashamed to meet people. Such a person is not worthy of their friendship or investment.

G said without turning his head: "Giotto, sit in the car carefully, we will take the road this time."

Due to the delay in getting out, there was not enough time for them to take the long way into the duke's villa at the other end.

Youni blinked slightly, and said with a smile: "Mr. Giotto and Mr. G are indeed childhood sweethearts who grew up together."

The people in Vengley's history are standing in front of her vividly and flexibly at this moment. Even if Youni is not from the Vongola family, it is inevitable to feel a little bit emotional.

Going back to the past to witness the history of a hundred years ago is really a very magical experience. If Youni is not anxious to go back to her original time, she will probably enjoy this journey.

"The Duke's villa is ahead," G pulled the rein and controlled the carriage to stop, "I'll wait for you here."

With a cigarette in his mouth, he lowered his head, struck a match and brought it to his lips to light it, "Go, don't keep those people waiting."

If it wasn't for Giotto, he wouldn't have the patience to deal with those people. It would be better to stay outside and smoke a cigarette than go in and listen to those annoying words.

Giotto jumped out of the carriage first, and seeing Youni holding the door of the carriage, looking at the ground with some hesitation, he suddenly realized that there were no pedals on the carriage.

Neither he nor G's height can use pedals, and the carriage that is only used when coming to Elena's place is naturally not so well prepared.

The diameter of the wheels of the carriage is one meter, and it is difficult to jump off without pedals without staining the skirt.

"I'm sorry." Giotto smiled slightly, took her by the wrist and brought her down lightly, neither raising dust on the ground nor touching sensitive places beyond the rules.

Youni felt that in the blink of an eye, she got rid of the dilemma of being hesitant to get out of the carriage.

She raised her head to look at the young man beside her. Under the black dress was a straight figure. The young man who was sensitive to sight noticed that Youni was looking at him, then lowered his head and smiled gently, "Are you nervous?"

Yoni shook his head, "Not at all."

Rather than being nervous, Yoni was more looking forward to meeting some kind of person.

There are very few historical materials about the first generation of Vengley that have been handed down, and there is no mention of any women who have been funding the self-defense regiment.

Or this woman did not exist in Pengo Lie's history, but the torrent of time buried her past.

Youni has a very high affection for Elena and is also very curious about her.

"Giotto, you are here. I have someone to introduce to you." The woman standing at the door to greet Giotto had an elegant manner, and her smile was as bright as the moonlight.

She noticed that today Giotto was not following G, but a girl she had never seen before, and she smiled immediately: "It seems that Giotto also has a new friend who wants to introduce me."

That's fine.

Giotto also found this coincidence very interesting. He smiled and said, "This child just came from the Defense Corps. I thought you hadn't seen her before, so I took her to see."

Youni looked at D. Spedo, who was standing beside Elena, guarding her faintly as a guardian, with gentle eyes.

That was...the Kirishu of the first generation.

Is that how Giotto and his Kirimori knew each other?

Hailan's eyes looked at Giotto and Spedo quietly. It was rumored that Kirimori did not have a good relationship with the first generation leader. At this moment, he was full of energy but occasionally looked at Elena. He obviously got along well with Giotto.

Giotto wants to protect the residents of the small town and build a self-defense group. Although Spedo was born in a nobleman, his skills are more advocating strength, and he appreciates Giotto, who is about the same age as him and does not hesitate to take action.

Then why, in the end, Spedo, who was the first generation of Wushou, would cooperate with the second generation leader of Pengelie to seize power?

"Yuni, right?" Elena bent down and took Yuni's hand, "D and Giotto seem to have a lot to talk about, let's go to the salon first."

Youni glanced at Giotto, the young man nodded knowingly, and she followed Elena to the garden of the villa.

"Are you still used to being in the self-defense regiment?" Elena looked down at Youni with pity, and asked softly.

Similar to Giotto's idea, Elena also believes that Yuni is a fallen nobleman who has sought refuge from the Guards.

However, unlike Giotto's observations these days, Elena had this kind of premonition when she saw Youni for the first time.

And this premonition was also confirmed when he held Youni's hand. How likely is it that a 14-year-old civilian girl has soft, boneless palms without a trace of calluses?

If it was somewhere else, Elena dared not say, but in Sicily the possibility was zero.

Although she is only four or five years older than Youni, Elena has several times more experience in dealing with people than Youni.

Even as the Duke's daughter, Elena has more contacts with people of all kinds through Vengley than Youni, regardless of the people she can contact as the Duke's daughter. She can tell at a glance that she has similar qualities to Giotto.

"Thanks for your hard work." Elena stroked Youni's hair tenderly and pitifully, "You can feel at ease when you come to Vengley."

No matter what kind of past Yoni has, the Self-Defense Corps can let her live here and grow up.

Yoni pursed her lips and shook her head, "I'm sorry, Miss Elena."

"I cannot accept Vengley's kindness, I have a mission that I must complete."

The girl's expression was resolute and silent, and when Hailan's eye mask was raised to look over, she seemed to be able to see through the thoughts in people's hearts. Although her face was still childish, when she frowned, Elena could only think of one person.

"Giotto..."

The child was very much like the one Giotto had persuaded her to be.

"Elena, you see that you are wasting your reputation for those people again..." The thick and low voice approached them with displeasure.

The man who came over had a serious face, his eyes stopped on Youni after sweeping over Elena.

To be precise, it landed on the flower-shaped birthmark on her face.

"Father, are you here to see me for something?" Elena took a step calmly to block the Duke's view of Youni, with an elegant and decent smile on her face skillfully.

The Duke frowned, his face was serious and serious, only the eyebrows were somewhat similar to Elena's, and he said in a deep voice, "Are you walking with those bastards again?"

"How many times have I told you that you are the daughter of a duke, you will marry a nobleman sooner or later, don't go with those idle bastards anymore."

The smile on Elena's face gradually disappeared with the Duke's words. She took a step forward and retorted firmly, "Father, Giotto and the others are not the people you imagined. They did not form the self-defense group to collect money and protection fees. But to protect the weak, they are people worthy of our respect!"

His cold eyes fell on her, as if examining and considering, the Duke's low voice was full of suppressed anger.

"The bigger you get, the more ignorant you become. Who do you think gave you your current life? You are using my money to support those bastards!" the Duke yelled at her in such a loud voice.

Elena pursed her lips. She couldn't deny the Duke's words. Even though those dresses and jewelry belonged to her, the Duke bought them for her before they belonged to her.

The dispute between the Duke and Elena attracted Spedo who was not far away. He looked at Elena worriedly and stepped forward to persuade the Duke.

But the other party stared at the spot with blue eyes like Elena's, and said in a cold voice: "Spedo, I allow you to associate with my daughter because you were born in a noble family and have great ambitions, and you have already obtained certain military achievements. "

"But if your ambition falls on this group of so-called self-defense groups, I will never hand Elena to you anyway." When the Duke's voice fell, Spedo's expression was ugly for a moment.

Giotto patted him on the shoulder and whispered, "Leave it to me."

"I've always wanted to meet the Duke, but I couldn't find a suitable opportunity. This time it's just a coincidence." Giotto greeted him with a smile as usual, as if he didn't hear the Duke's harsh words just now.

"The Duke just said that the self-defense group is just a bunch of idlers, please forgive me for having to defend myself." The gentle smile on Giotto's face faded away, and he became serious and calm.

"The essence of the self-defense group is to protect the life of this small town. Gangsters act recklessly in the small town, threatening to beat those who are unwilling to obey them. Whether it is civilians, doctors, or the police, they have to succumb to their evil deeds. .”

"I didn't want to watch this town go to waste in silence, so I formed a self-defense group with my companions," Giotto said, his expression relaxed a little here, his sky blue eyes looked straight at him, and he smiled Said: "If this town is abandoned, the Duke will have no tax revenue, right?"

The self-defense group has indeed relied on Elena's help to arm itself, but without the self-defense group, even the Duke would be harassed by gangsters.

"For the Duke, the self-defense regiment is not worth investing in at all, right?" Giotto, who is half the age of the Duke, did not fall in the slightest in front of the serious man, and even showed his usual smile at the end.

The Duke was silent for a long time, then turned his head to look in the direction of Youni, "Are you also a person who supports the Self-Defense Group?"

As soon as he said this, he seemed to recognize Youni's identity as soon as he met him.