They got into the car, and about an hour later, they arrived at the mountain top.
From here, you could overlook the whole Milan city, making it a great place for sightseeing.
But Ye Chenfeng knew that this place was off-limits to outsiders, and no tourists would come here.
On the mountain top stood a castle, ancient and solemn in appearance, with thick walls a meter wide and triangular roofs. The chapel within was supported by huge buttresses, with each arch line and every pattern surging towards sharp peaks, giving a sense of ascending upward.
The castle bore a distinctive emblem: an octagonal cross in white on a red background, the same mark as the one on the arm of the young man who found Ye Chenfeng. It was referred to as the "Maltese Cross."
"Please!"
Under the young man's lead, Ye Chenfeng entered the castle.
Inside the castle, two rows of people lined up neatly, wearing half-monk robes, with knight armor beneath. Each person held a long spear and a shield.
