Roger stopped the Knight who wanted to pursue.

He was not sure if this man had any accomplices in ambush.

He doesn't need to take risks, just move forward steadily.

Roger looked at the escaped ambusher, whose skin was exposed outside his clothes was dark, deep and shallow.

It's not like a black man, but like the dark spots left by dirty things that can't be washed clean.

With a dark red short hair, the whole person looks like a burning piece of coal.

The ambush ran to the edge of the dead tree trunk and lit the fire. The dead tree trunks burst and burned violently. The thick black smoke rolled into the sky.

Obviously, this dead tree trunk is processed and very easy to ignite.

The flames burned the nearby tall grass, but it did not pose any threat to Roger and his gang.

The tall grass in this season absorbs enough water and cannot be burned.

Roger and his gang walked around the burning trunks and walked up the avenue.

The ambusher no longer knew where he had escaped.

Roger is now sure that the trunk is not a trap, it seems more like a sentry.

He didn't know what this black smoke would attract, his countermeasure was to run away quickly.

Roger and his party galloped on the avenue. He saw that there were sorted fields on the roadside, but there were no crops and the soil was bare and open.

Roger directed the mountain people to farm, and an idea flashed through his mind: It is logical that the seedlings were already very high at this time.

He couldn't help but think about it. Either the people who sorted the fields didn't understand the farming time and missed the season for sowing, or they lacked seeds, otherwise the fields would never be left so empty.

Then he put aside this idea, it had nothing to do with him.

After leaving the valley and turning a valley, Roger and his party bumped into a group of refugees.

The refugees dodged to both sides of the road, and a little girl was left in the middle of the road.

Roger, the leader, stopped the horse, and the little girl was so scared that she sat on the ground and cried.

A woman on the side of the road wanted to get close to her but was grabbed by other refugees.

The knights drew their swords to form a circle to face the refugees around them.

Uraka said silently with a cold face.

Roger did not see anyone among the refugees holding weapons, they seemed to be in a mess and preparing to evacuate.

Roger does not think that these refugees are threatening.

So he got off the horse and helped up the girl who was still crying.

He took out a small piece of candy from his pocket, which was made very rough and black.

Roger stuffed the candy into the girl's mouth, and the girl stopped crying as she sucked.

Roger led the girl to the side of the road, and the woman ran over and carried her in a panic, not knowing what she was mumbling.

Roger didn't care either, he turned over the horse, and he noticed Uraka was staring at him.

Roger shrugged and said indifferently: "No baby can be coaxed by a piece of candy."

"You actually have precious candy, and you actually give the candy to the untouchables?"

"It's just a piece of candy, not uncommon. Do you want to eat it? I have a lot of it here."

Uraka took the candy handed over by Roger, but just looked at it and didn't eat it.

This time she did not express her dissatisfaction with Roger not using honorifics, and the frost on her face seemed to melt away.

The knights lined up the refugees on the roadside, and the team galloped again.

They didn't go very far.

It was already dark, and Roger signaled to find a safe place to camp.

The knights lit a bonfire on an isolated hill, and the crowd pulled out blankets from under the saddle and surrounded the bonfire.

A knight went to get water, and everyone took the water to eat their own dry food.

I have arranged for the night to stay, and these knights are all knowledgeable, so Roger doesn't have to worry about it.

Uraka's face became much more harmonious. She saw that Roger was no longer arrogant as her superiors looked at his subordinates.

She spoke to Roger gracefully like a diplomat.

"Just, what are you doing in Iberia? Are you so rich to fight against the pagans, show your piety and gain glory?"

"Your Majesty, I am Roger Otwell, Earl of Sicily. I will marry your sister Elvira. This is a marriage made by your father Alfonso VI."

"Holy Virgin Mary!"

Uraka screamed in surprise.

"Dear Lord Roger, Earl of Sicily, I must apologize to you for my previous attitude.

"I used to treat you like a servant, because I thought you came to Iberia like my ex-husband to make a living.

"Just like Alfonso would not tolerate his subordinates provoking his royal power, nor would I allow his subordinates to be presumptuous.

"Sorry, I didn't expect you to marry my half-sister."

Uraka, who recognized her relatives, no longer maintained the queen's arrogance. She spoke to Roger in the tone of her relatives.

"I have never noticed Sicily before, I'm very curious, Lord Roger, can you introduce it to me?"

Roger then counted his knowledge.

He talked about how he inherited the Earl of Sicily.

He talked about how Sicily monopolizes trade between the Christian state and the Arab world.

He talked about the size of Palermo's population of 200,000.

He talked about the busyness of the agarwood pier all year round.

He said he was too much money to count.

He didn't say that Sicily is still in charge of his mother now.

Uraka's face was moved, but soon she covered it with a smile.

The evening breeze sways gently with the flames. In the dark and quiet night, it is most likely that men and women will express their feelings to each other.

Uraka talked about his past.

When talking about her ex-husband, Uraka was like the sister next door, showing a hint of shyness from time to time.

“He is a very good man, and I love him very much.

"I was 14 years old that year, and my father married me to Raymond from Burgundy.

“He is handsome, brave, but very poor. He is a second son and has not inherited the territory.

"So Raymond exchanged all his property for money and bought a full set of war vests.

“He left his hometown and brought his sword to Iberia to participate in the Restoration Movement, hoping to get what he wanted on the battlefield.

“Raymond is very good at fighting, and his record has attracted the attention of my father, His Majesty Alfonso.

"My father was very optimistic about him, so he married me to him, and also enfeoffed him the Kingdom of Galicia in the northwest corner of Iberia, so he became an earl.

"Later we had a daughter, about the same age as you, and I was only 15 years old at that time."

Roger made up his mind. Uraka should be around 30 years old now, she is in her prime, and she is well maintained.

Roger couldn't help but think of the plump body, and his lower abdomen tightened.

In front of me, a mature woman who was blooming in her eyes was still whispering, her charming face was a little sad.

"Ten years later, I gave birth to another son, my lovely Alfonso Raymond.

“Three years ago, my husband Raymond died, and I inherited the title of Earl and became the only ruler of Galicia.

"Last summer my father was called out suddenly, so I inherited my father's throne and became the ruler of the Kingdom of Leon and Castile."
Chapter completed!