A four-wheeled carriage slowly drove out of the tunnel made of towering trees.

It sailed onto the stone bridge left by the Romans.

This ten-hole stone bridge is steadily mounted on the river surface nearly 200 meters wide by the Lima River.

The calm river water reflects the bridge body, so the ten holes look like ten oval eyes.

Roger and Mileidi sat on wooden chairs under the eaves of the inn by the bridge.

They looked at the spire of the Pontidilima Church across the shore and drank happily green wine.

"Why is this 'vinhoverde' called green wine? Isn't this wine yellow?"

Roger drank the wine in his glass in one breath.

A strong sour smell spread in his mouth.

His tongue felt "punch".

He felt that it was slightly similar to the taste of drinking carbonated drinks.

He asked the boss to have another drink.

The boss answered Roger's questions while pouring wine:

"Sir, 'green' does not mean that the color of the wine is green, but that the wine is very fresh.

“The colors of this wine are red, pink, and grassy.

"Sir, how do you think the taste is?"

"Refreshing and sweet, not strong at all."

Roger estimates that the white wine will not have an alcohol content of more than 11.5%.

In his opinion, this is almost the same as strong beer.

Roger finished drinking "ton tons" again.

He likes this "thorny" texture.

This reminded him of the pleasure of drinking Sprite that had been a bit old in his memory.

"This is a specialty of our Portuguese country.

"I use loureiro and paderna, two types of grapes that are rarely heard of outsiders.

"I can't drink anything else. Why don't I have a glass?"

The inn owner was selling hard.

Roger knows why the boss works so hard.

No businessman will watch gold coins float past them without trying to keep them.

But Roger was not disgusted, and he didn't mind having another drink.

Roger chatted with Miledi with a filled cup:

"Miledi, the Bruja diocese is nothing but that."

"Come on, who was so dizzy yesterday that he couldn't even recognize the direction?"

“Well, it’s all because of the word ‘zhi’ there. There are too many mountain roads.

“The bruja church is in front of me, and then runs behind me, and then comes to me again.

"I can't figure out how many times it has happened."

Roger asked for another glass of green wine.

He looked at the Lima River in front of him and the bridge on the river and said:

"Miledi, do you think this bridge is very similar to the one we saw when we passed by Pontidilima?"

"You are talking about the bridge of Pontevedra, it's very similar, they are all made by ancient Romans."

"Is it Pontevedra?"

“Yes, Pontevedra of Galicia, is north of Portugal.

"This is Pontidi Lima, Pontidi Lima of Portugal."

"Ah hahaha, people in this place like to spend their place names.

"And they are all Shikong Bridges, and they are so similar, it's hard not to make a mistake."

Roger poured a glass of green wine to cover up his embarrassment.

"Pontevedra's eleven hole bridge, and here is the ten holes."

"Is there eleven holes there? I didn't count them carefully last time.

"I know the ten holes here, I've counted them just now.

"I'll count again...nine, ten, eleven, huh?"

Roger blinked, and the ten or eleven piers on the river surface jumped up with his hands and "Swan Lake".

He felt that he needed to drink another glass of green wine to calm down.

"Eat some Portuguese stew and don't drink alcohol on empty stomachs. This stew tastes great."

Miledi spooned Roger a bowl of stew that the boss had just brought to him.

Roger looked at the Portuguese stew on the table, stewing the beef, pork, ribs, sausage, chicken, cabbage, carrots and rice with olive oil, which smelled quite attractive.

But now his stomach is tummy and his pores are stretched open. He only feels a burst of pride coming out.

Roger thought of Adelaide and decided to take charge of everything. His soul and body combined with him were no less than that woman, but he treated him as a child.

He doesn't want women to take charge of him now.

"Do you know? Miledi.

“In Aragon, when I was having dinner with Alfonso.

“Uraka, the king of the Kingdom of Castile, is not qualified to serve.

"Because she is a woman, a woman is not qualified to have dinner with a man."

"Sorry, Lord Earl, I'll leave now."

"No, no, no, I don't mean that. We in Sicily don't have that bad rules. I respect women very much.

"I just want to say, women should not talk when men drink."

"Sir, it's not that I don't let you drink, I also like drinking very much, but there is still a mountain road to go later."

Roger turned to ask Miledi's guard: "Magellan, is the bruja mountainous area dangerous?"

"No, sir, you can ride a horse all the way."

"Did you hear it? Miledi, don't worry, I didn't drink too much."

Roger ate a few bites and stewed it.

His mouth is now full of wine and he can't taste any other smell.

He didn't want to eat it anymore, and he shouted, "Boss, fill my wine bag with green wine, let's go!"

A guard knight took a wine bag made of a whole lambskin and asked the boss to drink wine.

This wine bag was bought by Roger from a pilgrim from Aragon Pamplona before leaving Santiago, and it can hold about 5 liters of wine.

At that time, Roger saw that the man looked very interesting to drink, so he bought his wine bag.

Roger climbed onto the horse by himself, and he shook the reins: "Have it...well? It's not a 'gift'."

Roger's mind was dizzy just now.

Now he remembered that the "gift" leg was left in Lugo, and with Danny who was recovering from the injury, they should return to Leon by themselves.

He remembered that the horse he bought when he left San Diego.

Very good Iberian horse, also maroon.

Roger touched the war horse under his seat. The horse was very expensive, but it was worth it.

This is an adult war horse, well-trained, very obedient, and will not hesitate to execute the owner's orders.

So Roger patted the horse's neck lightly, and the horse trotted obediently.

Roger felt a little floating along the way.

He is in a good mood.

He even wanted to recite a poem.

So he said:

"Listen carefully like this,

Like the mouth of the river,
To be continued...