Roger did not leave Cordoba immediately after saying goodbye to Idrissi and Aisha.

He thought of buying three horses for his men. He still had a lot of ways to go back to Leon from here, and riding a donkey was too slow.

He is rich now, and his pockets contain money he cheated from Idrissi.

Roger did not feel guilty about blackmailing Idrissi at all. He felt that this was a robbery of the rich and helping the poor.

He thought that anyway, the second generation ancestor could ask his father, who was the city lord, for money, and Cadiz was not far from Cordoba.

He thought, perhaps this could inspire the Lord of Abu to transfer his property.

As for the situation in Cadiz, it is even more unsafe to keep money there. It is better to transfer it to your son who is studying abroad as soon as possible, which is also considered a way out.

Roger led the horse and three men who led the donkey, wandered around the city, asking passers-by where to buy horses.

He passed by the Royal Palace of Cordoba and the synagogue.

Finally he came to a square with pony sculptures in the middle of the street.

A group of pure white Andalusian horses on Pony Forum caught Roger's attention.

"I can tell at a glance that you are a wise man."

When the horse dealer saw Roger watching around the white horse, he immediately spared no effort to recommend it.

"Dear guest, look at how noble the fur color is pure white.

"I tell you, this horse is absolutely purebred, there is no horse breed in this world that is older and purer than the Andalusian horse.

"Look at this tooth, a three-year-old horse is the best age to start riding."

The horse dealer turned the white horse's mouth and asked Roger to look at the horse's teeth.

The horse was not rebellious at all and was very docile.

Moreover, after the horse dealer let go of the horse's mouth, the horse head came up to rub the horse dealer's hand. It was obvious that the horse liked to be close to people.

Roger looked at the horses carefully and they were about 152 cm to 173 cm tall. The torso was proportionate and strong, and they were full of muscles. They were really good war horses.

The horse dealer danced and praised his horse with his hands and feet:

"It is a precious horse in the world. It is beautiful, it has good spirit, brave and gentleness. It has proud and brisk steps. It also looks proud and noble when running. It is also a cute and elegant horse. It is the best choice for the king who plays the song of triumph."

Roger looked at these horses with long and relatively narrow faces, big and clever eyes, and looked very smart; his triangular medium-length ears flexibly, his almond-shaped nostrils did not protrude, and his thick mane and tail hair were wavy and curly.

Roger thought, this horse was really good.

"Looking at this appearance, looking at this kind and kind temperament, it is enough to be the love of the royal family. Even if it appears in the royal hall, it can walk gracefully."

The horse dealers are blowing out flowers.

Roger was moved and said, "I want three white horses. I will give you three donkeys. If you add more money, you can quote a price."

The horse dealer smiled and raised his right hand that was covering his sleeve.

Roger smiled and put his right hand into the horse dealer's sleeve.

In just a moment, the horse dealer's face turned red from pig's liver, and then he shouted like a pig, "Ah! Stop breaking it, it's going to break it, it's broken!"

Roger withdrew his hand with satisfaction and asked his subordinates to take away three pure white Andalusian horses.

He left the donkey and paid as agreed.

Then Roger turned around and floated away in the watery and sad eyes of the horse dealer.

He was full of pride. He thought, "Little Wing, and I'm going to wrench my sword for so many years, have I practiced in vain?"

But Roger's pride soon disappeared because he found himself in a group of four, now like three prince charming and a minion, and he was like a minion.

Roger and the other two did not walk far away, they rested in an inn on the corner of Pony Forum.

They put their horses in the stables in the backyard of the inn.

Roger said to Henke: "After the meal, you wash my horse and wash the golden color on it. I don't know who is so creative. He dyes the horse into rich gold, and only Abu's foolish loves it."

Roger returned to the lobby and greeted the inn owner to serve the dishes.

He was hungry, and the citron muffin just now had already been digested by his strong stomach.

The boss served cold vegetable soup, red stewed oxtail, and a dessert called Jinab that looked like fried dough sticks and tasted like fried dough sticks.

Henk and the other two knights finished their meal in three bites, and they rushed to wash the horse.

Roger could see that they liked the newly bought white horse.

He finished the meal leisurely, asked the boss for a cup of coffee, and walked up to the narrow wooden balcony on the second floor.

There was also a guest on the balcony, dressed in Arabia, but his thick beard and protruding nose bridge looked like a Jew.

Roger followed the man's gaze and found a group of people gathering in the Pony Forum.

There were two people sitting on wooden benches in the circle.

One person looks like a barber, but Roger actually knows him.

It was Cadiz's white-eyed Gypsy mother-in-law.

Roger couldn't help but focus on.

He saw the little gypsy boy, holding the wallet he gave him in his hand.

The little boy took out the money and handed it to a Berber dressed by scholars beside him.

The scholar turned around and ordered something to the barber.

Roger's sensitive little ears caught several keywords "cataract" and "surgery".

The buzzing sound of the crowd next to it was too much.

Then Roger saw the barber take out a thin needle and slowly, carefully pierce into his mother-in-law's eyes.

Roger is already stunned.

He thought, this is too much, where am I? Could it be that I was traveling through another version of the Middle Ages?

He couldn't help but murmur: "What are they doing?"

"They are doing surgery, cataract surgery."

"Cataract? And surgery?"

Roger felt dizzy, and he realized what the Jews next to him knew.

He asked: "Is it really a cataract surgery? Can you introduce it to me in detail? I don't understand."

The Jewish man said politely: "Yes."

"Now the barber is stabbing the patient's cornea with a hollow copper needle, and he wants to suck out the white floc inside the eyeball.

"The key to this surgery is to not puncture too deeply, as the patient will be blind once the retina is damaged.

"In addition, postoperative recovery is also critical, and there is also a risk of blindness."

"Cora, retina. Is it so professional?" Roger murmured, he fainted even more.

"The cornea and retina were first summarized by the Egyptian Haitham (al’haitham or al’haytham, 965-1040 AD)"

"Hasen." Roger was so dizzy that he lost his thinking ability and turned into a repeater.

The Jewish people continued to explain very seriously:

"About ophthalmology, the first person to study and write a book was hunayn ibn ilhaq (809-873 AD), and his "Ten Eye Treatises" was very famous.

"Another famous scholar, Kahhal (940-10 AD) introduced up to 130 ophthalmic diseases, including cataract, a common ophthalmic disease in his ophthalmic monograph "Ophthalmologist's Manual".

"Mausli, who was contemporary with Cahar, was the inventor of cataract needle aspiration, which was to remove cataract lesions through the sclera through a metal hollow needle."

Roger even lost the function of repeating the reading. He used to think that the screenwriter was bragging about the ancient Romans in the movie for craniotomy.
Chapter completed!