"Why is Medea ignoring me?"
Sidlifa called her for a long time but got no response, which made her feel even worse.
After confirming her bloodline, Robert and William discussed and arranged a room for her in the palace.
This palace was built by the Normans on the site of Solomon's palace, so many places retain the extraordinary characteristics of the Otwell family. For example, they like to use iron layers instead of wallpaper and floors indoors, because iron is an excellent conductor of heat. If any enemy breaks in, an ice storm can drop the temperature of the entire room to minus sixty or seventy degrees Celsius, and quickly transfer the temperature to the surrounding rooms to warn.
Of course, practical as it was, this black metal decoration style still looked quite ugly. Compared to her room in Hearthfire Island Manor, the living conditions were totally different.
Sidlifa sat on the stone bench for a while, and suddenly heard a noisy and boiling sound coming from outside.
"This is..." She walked out of the door silently and looked at the sky in the distance. Under the dim night sky in the evening, the sky outside the city wall was shining with large patches of bright spots, as if brilliant flames were rolling and boiling.
"That's the annual Sicilian Puppet Festival, Miss Sidlifa," the passing maid replied, "There's a grand parade of puppet shows taking place outside."
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On the streets of Palermo, the temporary vendors' stalls have been removed. A convoy consisting of countless horse-drawn carriages is parading on the streets. On each carriage is a puppeteer, who manipulates seven or eight small puppets at the same time. Some are wearing armor and holding spears, like Norman knights, while others are dressed up and look like the eldest daughters of local nobles. They interact vividly in front of the audience on both sides of the road.
"Is this a festival?" Ask asked with emotion. In the previous game world, he had heard that Sicily was famous for its exquisite puppet shows, but he didn't know there was such a festival.
"It should be a traditional festival in Palermo." Medea looked around and read the thoughts of the people around her. "Hmm, it seems to be a carnival performance activity with local characteristics."
She suddenly had a subtle sense of uneasiness. The conspiracy power began to warn her again, but this time the malice was obviously deeper and completely undisguised, and it was all focused on her all of a sudden.
"Ask! Nearby..." Even though she didn't want to ruin the last few hours of this "temporary boyfriend day", Medea had to bite the bullet and remind Ask under the sudden malicious threat.
However, before she could utter a few words, her body suddenly became strangely out of control.
"What's wrong?" Ask asked in surprise.
"Nothing." Medea said with a smile.
There was nothing unusual in her expression or movements, but inside she was nearly bursting with anxiety.
What's going on!
Why is my body out of control? Could it be a psychic demigod... No!
As we all know, the abilities or laws of the psychic system, when controlling a target, act directly on the target's mental body. In other words, if there is no corresponding mental resistance, the target will not even realize that he or she is being controlled.