Roger then went back to the house and quickly finished his dinner, which was already a little cold. He remembered that the baron had said that he had something to say, but when he saw that there was still noisy in the hall, he climbed up to the second floor, or to be precise, the attic, and tidied the bedding.

There was no bed in the attic, only two mattresses, one large and one small. The mattresses were just hay tied with a rope net, placed directly on the wooden floor, and covered with a layer of cloth.

The Baron had a good temper, just like his nickname "The Good Guy". Not only did he invite Roger, the little page boy, to sleep with him in the attic instead of letting him sleep in the hall, but he also indulged Roger's eccentricities and allowed him to sleep alone.

A mattress.

The excitement in the hall gradually subsided. Roger went downstairs and saw the women clearing the table and then leaving with her husband. He walked around and found that there was nothing to do, so he came to the hall. He looked at the Baron and found that "

"A good person" put away his usual smiling face.

Baron Rollo told Roger seriously: "Your father, Count Roger, has not been doing well recently. The court physician said there is nothing more that can be done but to wait for God's call."

Roger listened quietly, knowing that this day would come.

"Your mother, Mrs. Adelaide, sent someone to tell me that she wants me to take you back. We will set off tomorrow and will probably stay in Messina until everything is over."

Roger nodded and accepted the Baron's arrangement, so the Baron took his sword and the two went upstairs to sleep. Roger lay down obediently, and the Baron put the sword under his pillow, then lay down, and soon he began to snore.

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But Roger couldn't sleep. He turned sideways and looked at the Baron with pity. This "good guy" had to sleep with his sword on his head every day. Roger knew that this was a disease, "post-war psychological syndrome".

"Symptom", and there was nothing he could do about it. He opened his eyes, his eyes gradually became dull, and his mind went back to the past...

"Rollo, my most powerful brother, conqueror of Jerusalem, welcome back." Count Roger hugged little Roger and greeted Baron Rollo happily.

Little Roger also stared intently at the dusty, slightly decadent man in front of him. He had never seen him before when the count entertained his vassals.

"Dear Count Roger, please forgive me for being late and leaving without saying goodbye at Almafi," Baron Rollo saluted. "Also, please do not call me a conqueror. I only participated in the battle under the command of Tancred."

"I know you are different from others, and you have a reason to participate in the Eastern Expedition," the earl said, appearing reasonable. "After all, your wife had just been summoned due to dystocia at that time, and you needed salvation."

The earl raised his hand and invited the baron to sit down. After he sat down, he asked: "Then tell me, have you been saved?"

"It's hard to put it into words," replied the baron.

"You need a woman." The count suggested as a veteran.

"No, I can't forget it yet."

"Ah, love, this is really a magical thing," the Earl sighed. "In fact, I have never been able to forget my first wife, my eternal love, Judith."

The two men fell into silence. Little Roger, who was sitting on the Count's lap, had his eyes wide open. He couldn't believe what he heard. His father's true love was not his mother. The castle was full of gossips.

You can hear all kinds of gossip, but no one has ever talked about the love story between his father and this woman named Judith. Roger seemed to have seen a seal.

But soon, the men started chatting about new topics, about war, about the Holy Land. The drunk men talked about everything. Bragging could lead to the destruction of the universe. Roger had no interest in this. He was in the lap of his father.

He twisted his waist and wanted to leave. Recently, he was obsessed with raising horses and was very busy. He had no time to listen to their nonsense.

Roger's little move caught his father's attention. He held Roger down, stopped talking, put on a serious expression, and said to the Baron: "I made a will some time ago, and other things have been arranged.

This boy, my son Roger,"

He paused: "I want to ask you to help me, protect him, guide him, and train him into a true knight."

When Roger heard that it was about him, he stopped twisting and waited obediently for the verdict.

The baron stood up, crossed the index and middle fingers of his right hand and stood beside his ear: "In the name of God, I swear..."

Roger's memories were interrupted by the Sandman, and the Baron's cabin was peaceful.

When the sun shines on the Baron's wooden house, Roger wakes up and his day begins, everything is so natural.

He knew that the Baron was already practicing swordsmanship in the yard. He always got up early to practice swordsmanship. He also knew that the women came over to prepare breakfast. If the Baron hadn't been hungry after practicing swordsmanship, Roger would have almost forgotten the habit of eating breakfast.

After grooming, he went to feed the horses and serve the "gifts" and the baron's horses. When he returned to the kitchen, breakfast was already there, so Roger and the baron had breakfast together. It was a very ordinary breakfast, just like in the past, it was last night's breakfast.

Reheat leftovers.

Then they picked up the necessary luggage, which actually didn't have anything, mainly dry food, and said goodbye to the women. Everything was so natural. Roger and the Baron rode on his war horse together, and the "gift" followed closely behind.

When I was going out, I met the coachman. The coachman said casually: "I'm going to Messina to see if there are any live joints. If you are not in a hurry, do you mind going together?"

So Roger got off the baron's horse and got on the carriage covered with thick hay. Everything happened so naturally.

Passing by the church, the priest had a mace in his belt. He naturally got into the carriage and said, "I have some doctrinal issues and I want to debate them with the Bishop of Messina."

Roger believed that the priest must be right. When anyone carries the truth in his pocket, he is right no matter who he debates with.

When passing by the blacksmith's shop, the blacksmith put his hammer on the carriage and sat down without saying a word. Roger could see from his face what he didn't say: "I'm just an anvil, whatever you want."

No matter what, that’s how I am.”

When the carriage walked out of the town gate, it was natural to meet the forest ranger. He was riding a horse, carrying a bow on his back, and holding an ordinary wild duck in his hand. He said: "I shot a precious wild duck."

Mallard, I want to go to Messina and see if I can get a good price.”

So he joined in naturally. The baron just laughed. Roger thought he was really stupid for laughing. He had eaten for nothing last night, a farewell dinner, so he said everything the man said when he drank too much was just farts.

The group of people walked non-stop from morning to night, and ate the ranger's precious wild ducks on the way. The only person who was excited was Roger's pony "gift", which was always running back and forth, and occasionally provoked the horse pulling the cart.

Lu Ma had long been tempered by life and ignored the provocation of the "gift".

Roger couldn't help but sneer, "Gift" finally had a memory and eyesight. He recalled the days in the castle, when the arrogant and domineering "Gift" dared to provoke the earl's war horse, and was chased to death and fled, with all the wounds on his back.
Chapter completed!