Saint Seiya Evil Skull

Aluberisi ignored Freya who was busy cooking, but increased the horsepower and sailed towards the Strait of Messina at the highest speed, making sure to dock at the port of Palermo today.

During the voyage, Albelici and Freya had a simple breakfast. Freya was noticeably absent-minded today. The breakfast was all quantity, not quality, though there was a heaping pile of bread. Throughout the meal, Freya kept her head down, not daring to look at Albelici across from her. This both annoyed and amused Albelici, as if he could eat her. He truly thought he was a sheep.

After breakfast, just as Albelici was about to get up, Freya jumped up like a frightened rabbit, ran back to the room, and slammed the hatch shut.

Is that really the case? Little Bean Sprout, this yacht is so small, how could you possibly hide there? Sure enough, after passing the Strait of Messina, the yacht entered the vast ocean again. Perhaps because she had been in the room for so long, she felt a little suffocated. Freya opened the door and jumped out. She walked to the front of the cabin, looked out the window at the sea, and felt much happier.

"Why don't you run or hide anymore? Why are you willing to come out?" Arubelisi teased.

"Who said... who said I was hiding? I just felt a little uncomfortable before and wanted to lie down in the room for a while. Haven't I come out now?" Freya argued, a typical example of someone who would rather lose the battle than the person.

"Now that you're out, it won't be so easy to get back in." Albelisi threatened.

"Ah! What do you want to do?" Freya's voice suddenly rose.

"You'll know what I want to do in a moment." Aluberisi said as he flashed from the driver's seat, came behind Freya, hugged her from behind, and his hands kept moving around, touching his pair of big bulbs that were not yet fully developed, which scared Freya immediately.

"You, you go away quickly, I still need to rest, ah! Let me go, um..." Freya still wanted to break free from Albelici's restraints.

"What are you thinking, Freya? You're already in the wolf's mouth, and you still want to escape? Don't dream." Then, Albelisi lifted Freya's skirt and, in the cab, while driving the White Pearl yacht, admiring the sea view outside the window, did some super friendly things.

After an hour, Albelici finally breathed a sigh of relief, while Freya collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. After all, this wasn't her first time, so Freya didn't feel any pain, and even felt a slight excitement. Freya thought to herself: "Other than the first time, it really isn't that painful." Meanwhile, Freya's fear of Albelici had lessened considerably.

After a while, Freya was finally able to sit up.

Albelici saw Freya sitting up, her cherry lips still gasping for air. Suddenly, a sinister thought flashed through his mind. Freya, inexperienced, was powerless to resist under Albelici's deception. And so, another hour passed. Freya suddenly pushed Albelici away and ran to the bathroom to vomit. Afterward, she kept rinsing her mouth.

Then, Freya turned around and cursed at Albelic, "You...how could you do that to me? Be careful, I'll go back and tell my sister to deal with you." Freya threatened, clenching her fists and waving them at Albelic.

"Don't you hate your sister Hilda the most? Why do you want to find her parents now? This is not what our beautiful princess should do, and it is not in line with your status." Albelisi teased.

"You've ruined everything for us, what else do you want? I'm telling you, if you dare to treat us sisters badly in the future, I will definitely not forgive you. Also, um, what you did just now, you can never do it again without my consent." It seems that this is Freya's bottom line.

"What are you talking about? It's..." Albelisi pointed to his mouth.

"Don't say it. In short, this is not allowed." Freya said affirmatively. After a pause, Freya, who was itching to do something, asked Albelici again: "Well, has Hilda ever done that to you? Don't say it. Just say yes or no." Freya said shamefully.

"Of course not, you are the first and only one." Albelisi praised.

"So I'm better than you," Freya said.

"Of course, our lovely Princess Freya is the best." Albelisi coaxed.

"I'm easy to bully, right? You just say nice things to lie to people, you big liar." After saying that, Freya happily went to the yacht to bask in the sun.

After Freya left, Alubelisi looked at the radio equipment and found that he had deviated from the course. He immediately made corrections. Fortunately, the general direction was correct. After correcting the direction, Alubelisi opened the throttle and directly reached the maximum speed of 27 knots of the White Pearl, and quickly sailed towards the destination Palermo. What impressed Alubelisi most about Palermo was that Palermo would have a centenary Serie A football club named after it in the future. It should not be a centenary now. As for whether it is in Serie A, Alubelisi is not sure, nor does he care much about such small clubs.

After sailing at full speed, the White Pearl finally arrived near Palermo near dusk. The next step was to find a yacht dock for supplies. Alubelisi first asked Freya to come down to control the yacht, and he asked the nearby fishing boats about the docking location. After careful inquiry, Alubelisi drove towards the yacht dock, asked several times during the process, and finally arrived at the destination before it was completely dark.

Under the guidance of the dock staff, Alubelisi docked the White Pearl at the docking point. After getting off the ship, he received a docking number plate to facilitate checkout. The dock staff warmly received Alubelisi and Freya and their party, and enthusiastically asked about their next arrangements.

Arubelici thought about it and decided to rest in Palermo. After all, he had heard people say that if you don’t go to Sicily, it’s like you haven’t been to Italy: because only in Sicily can you find the source of Italy’s beauty.

Palermo, the capital of the Italian island of Sicily, is a port city located in northwestern Sicily. Sicily is located in the southwest of the Apennine Peninsula. Resembling a soccer ball on Italy's boot reaching into the Mediterranean, it is the largest island in the Mediterranean. Palermo is Sicily's largest city and a prime natural harbor, nestled in a strategic location. The region is vast and fertile, boasting a warm climate and beautiful scenery, abundant in citrus fruits, lemons, and olives. Its favorable natural environment for agriculture and forestry has historically earned it the nickname "Golden Basin."

Palermo's historic architecture lacks the splendid facades of grandeur. Instead, it features a coexistence of Norman, Byzantine, and Islamic styles. Some buildings even have strong Arabic influences, such as columns and wall carvings. Italian literary giant Dante praised it as "the most beautiful Muslim city in the world." Goethe once called it "the most beautiful headland in the world."

Alubelisi and Freya chose not to stay on the yacht. Although it is a yacht, the interior space is limited and even the most luxurious one cannot provide a comfortable living environment. They initially just wanted to try it out of curiosity, but now that the yacht is docked in the port, they decided to leave the yacht and head to Palermo to explore the charm of the city.

Before leaving, Alubelisi explained the following tasks to the crew: fill up the yacht with fuel, stock it with food and water, and clean up the garbage and waste inside.

Aluberci and Freya strolled around Palermo, admiring its colorful architecture. Then they found a high-end hotel and booked a luxurious presidential suite. After all, they were both well-off. Afterward, they spent another wonderful evening...