The dazzling sun in Toledo in the morning made the room so bright that it was annoying.

Roger sat in the inn lobby, looking out the window blankly, drinking sips after sip.

The red Trida wine, which had a fresh taste the night before yesterday, has become tasteless when it is held in your mouth.

The inn gate was opened with a "bang".

The merchants in the lobby all stood up "hula".

Henke, the subordinate of Roger, was carrying two barrels of dye in his hand.

The merchants sat back in dismay.

"Sir, I bought the dye, one bucket of white and one bucket of black, it should be enough."

"Go and dye it, it's ugly, so that no one can think of our horses."

Henk walked towards the backyard stable with a bucket.

Roger's eyes drifted out the window again.

He thought, when will this damn Fernando be locked down?

He thought about climbing up to the church bell tower during the day yesterday and seeing Fernando taking his men to the Arab gathering area next to the mosque.

This group of people also used the excuse of searching spies and robbing them on a large scale.

The Arabs did not resist, and they flocked into the mosque separately.

Roger heard a cry coming from there, which lasted all day.

......

Roger took another sip of red wine.

He had already made plans in his mind.

He waited for Fernando to come and rob the Christian gathering area.

He was going to take people up and kill the bastard.

He didn't kill Fernando before, but he just didn't want to break up with Uraka.

But now he felt that he had enough reason to do Fernando.

The sun gradually became westward, and Fernando had not brought anyone to search the Christian church and nearby residences.

Roger probably won't come today.

He looked at the merchants waiting anxiously in the lobby.

He knew that these people had sent a representative to negotiate with Fernando early in the morning, hoping to lift the blockade and let their caravans go out of the city.

Roger estimated that Fernando had been negotiating with the businessman representative today, so he didn't have time to search.

The inn gate was opened again.

A caravan leader came in and announced: "The negotiation was completed, and the bitch raised agreed to open the city gate. Damn, a black-hearted bedbug, a jackal that cannot be fed."

Roger spat on the ground, thinking, Fernando, you're lucky.

The merchants were busy asking the caravan to set off.

Roger got up and went to the backyard.

Then he stood in the yard.

"Sir, the dye has dried up, we can set off."

"Henke, have I ever said you're creative?"

"No, sir. What is creativity?"

"What do you think, why do you dye our horses white and black vertical stripes?"

Roger looked at the four "zebras" in the yard, and the four "zebras" also looked at him with aggrieved look. Obviously, they were not proud of their new look at all.

Henk replied with his chest straightened his chest: "It's convenient to brush it. I have a brush in my left hand and a brush in my right hand, dip it into two black and white dye buckets, pick it up and brush it again, and brush it again, it's very fast. I've finished brushing four horses by myself."

Roger saw Henk's proud expression, and seemed to be waiting for him to praise him.

Roger shook his head, he thought, forget it, it took too much time to wait for it to dry again. This was at least ugly enough, and it was considered to have achieved its goal.

Roger called his men to set off, and he didn't want to stay in this city for a moment.

Roger and his party walked to the front door in the attention of passers-by.

Then they could only follow the caravans that were crowded with the streets and move forward slowly.

Roger knew that there were too many people leaving the city all at once, so there was nothing we could do about it.

He recalled the scene of traffic jams on the elevated road in his previous life.

He said to himself, don't be anxious, just move.

But the team slowed down and finally stopped.

Roger looked forward anxiously, but he could not see anything except the crowd as anxious as him.

His sensitive ears heard the sound of shouting and bell ringing seemingly in the direction of the city gate.

The sound was passed down by word of mouth and swept across like a tsunami in an instant.

"Enemy attack!" "Aragonites!" "Escape!"

At the same time, fear also swept over.

The crowded stream of people suddenly became boiling.

Some people want to go backwards, some people want to go forwards, pushing each other, and horses and donkeys are yelling.

Roger knew the power of trampling, so he wanted to turn his horse's head and leave.

But behind him was already filled with people, horses, donkey carts.

He is now in a dilemma, like a lonely boat in the surging waves.

There is no guard to maintain order.

Roger was watching the situation get out of control.

He pulled out his sword and jumped on the horse's back.

He shouted, "I, Roger Otwell, Earl of Sicily, order you to stand in place and not move!"

Roger's subordinates recounted Roger's orders loudly.

The crowds nearby gradually stabilized, but there were people in front squeezing backwards.

Roger stepped on someone else's shoulders, on the back of a donkey carriage, and rushed forward.

He shouted orders over and over again to prohibit movement.

Some people are still running around and not obeying the command.

Roger stepped forward and slashed the man's head with a sword.

Then he stood in a truck, swung his bloody sword and shouted again:

"I am the Earl of Sicily, I am a nobleman. Anyone who doesn't obey the command will end up like this person!"

So no one dared to move around again.

Roger controlled the situation and ordered his men to evacuate the abortion in batches.

He himself stepped on someone else's shoulders and rushed to the city gate.

Roger saw that the city gate had been closed and the guards were still ringing the alarm bell.

Roger rushed up the city gate stairs.

Guards came to stop Roger.

Roger stared and shouted, "I am a noble!"

The guard hesitated and Roger pushed him away.

Roger ran up the city wall and saw outside the city that the familiar Aragon Javet cavalry were scattering into small teams, chasing the caravans that had already left the city.

No one can escape their swift pursuit.

Several caravan guards who wanted to resist were tied into meat skewers by javelins.

Roger did not see any other Aragonese troops.

The captain of the city gate guard came to ask about Roger's identity.

Roger did not take out the ring. He just raised his chin and looked at the captain with his eyes, and said arrogantly:

"I am His Majesty's VIP Guest, Princess Elvira's fiancé, Roger, Earl of Sicily, I now order you to send people to the streets to maintain order and evacuate the crowd."

"But there are enemies outside..."

Roger interrupted the other party, and he cursed fiercely:

"Idiot! How can you panic! What kind of siege a group of cavalry do you want to attack the city? Leave the crossbowmen and others to maintain order!"

The captain was frightened by Roger, and he followed Roger's order to command the guards to go to the street.

The crowd slowly evacuated.

Roger looked back at the outside of the city.

The Javelin Cavalrymen were running back and forth with their might.

Roger knew he had no chance to go out, so he left the wall.

The streets have been restored to smooth traffic.

Roger and his men rode four "zebras" back to the inn slowly

He knew that the city gate would definitely not open again today.
Chapter completed!