Roger was sleeping on the bed, but couldn't fall asleep. The pain in his body was one of the reasons, but more of it was his worries. His sensitive ears brought him a rumor: "Roger's blood can resurrect the dead."

He scanned the entire castle, trying to find the source of the rumors, but found that all the servants were whispering...

"Master Simon, oh no, the count didn't move. No matter how hard Master Roger pushed him, he couldn't move. Until Master Roger spit blood into his mouth, he lived."

"Yes, I saw it too. I vomited twice. I'm counting. It's absolutely right."

"I saw it too."

"And me and me."

"Is he really that amazing?"

"Why not? You are new here and don't know that Master Roger could get pregnant by peeing when he was a child."

"seriously?"

"It's really true. I also know this. It happened in the cathedral, under the cross, in such a sacred place. It can't be wrong."

"Yes, that's what happened."

"Do you remember the passage in the Monks' Bible: Jesus said to her, 'I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me, even if he dies, yet will he live. Whoever lives and believes in me

, will never die.'"

"I remember, I didn't miss a single story at that time, except this paragraph."

"Master Roger must have been blessed by God."

"Praise the Lord" "Hallelujah"...

Rumors are spreading, sometimes a group of people are talking, and most of what comes out is praise. Sometimes a person is talking, with naked and undisguised feelings. Roger can hear every word, but can do nothing.

At dawn, Roger walked in the castle, familiar and unfamiliar. Everything was the same as before, but everything has changed. This is Count Simon's castle. He is no longer the second young master, he is just a guest, although noble, nothing more.

That's all.

What made him even more dissatisfied was the way everyone looked at him. They looked at him as if they were looking at Jesus walking in the world. They had piety on their faces, they saluted him with their hands clasped together, and there was an endless stream of praise from their mouths. But

Roger saw more, he saw the jealous and greedy soul behind the mask of piety.

..."Resurrection, if I can, if I have his blood"...

He saw that the folded hands were clearly holding a steamed bun made of white flour.

..."Why didn't he give some to the food tester? He obviously vomited a mouthful of blood on the ground. Why would he rather waste it than give him some?"...

He heard the praise from their mouths, but in fact they just repeated two words: "cannibalism".

Roger laughed self-deprecatingly, so now I have become Tang Monk. In this era, people are ignorant because of faith, and believe because of ignorance. Fortunately, I also have a horse.

"Gift, it's time to eat." Roger called.

The maroon pony was like a gust of wind. It whirred and ran over to him, rubbing its head against him. Roger stroked the pony's neck and whispered, "It's great to have you."

After Roger fed the horse and returned to the stone house, someone sent by Adelaide informed him to go to the study. There, he saw many familiar faces.

His mother came up and hugged him, kissed his cheek passionately, and whispered: "Sorry, no one can trust me, protect yourself."

Adelaide let go of Roger's hand and announced coldly: "Roger, you must complete your knight education. Now, you can leave."

Roger looked around everyone. He saw the ruthless and indifferent Earl Simon, he saw the tight-lipped personal maid, he saw the loyal captain of the guard, he saw the honest and dull intelligence chief, he saw the dedicated palace physician,

He saw the kitchen manager who was under strict supervision. He left the room and walked out of the stone house. In the yard, he saw the "good guy" with a kind smile. Roger thought that people will change, and he looked at Baron Rollo.

, thinking about the two rumors about him from the conquerors at the banquet.

A terrifying one: "Rollo killed more people than anyone else."

And another, even scarier: "He even killed unarmed civilians."

Roger and his party left Messina and headed south along the avenue. This avenue was actually a dirt road, which was trampled by many cars and horses.

Roger lay on the freight carriage thickly covered with hay, watching the carriages and horses coming and going on the road. Most of them were business travelers transporting goods. A horse pulled a two-wheeled flatbed truck, and the goods were piled on the flatbed with ropes.

Tie them up tightly. There are also those specially given as gifts, with two horses pulling a four-wheeled cart with a canopy to protect it from wind and rain.

Roger knew that this avenue went directly to Syracuse in the south, Messina in the north, and then westward along the northern coastline until Palermo. It was the main artery of the entire Sicily. There were many small roads in the mountains, but few people took them.

It's easy for locals to get lost and it's not safe.

Sometimes the road turns into the mountains, looking up to see the surrounding peaks, and sometimes it is close to the seaside. Roger sits on the carriage and looks east, and can see the blue of the Mediterranean Sea, but across the steep cliff of more than 100 meters, it is difficult to go down to play in the water.

No need to think about it.

"Are you still camping like when you came here?" the ranger asked. He patted his quiver and said, "How about I go ahead and see if there is a suitable place and add some food for the evening."

"You won't have to hurry on the way back," the coachman suggested. "According to this journey, let's find an inn in Rufu for the night."

The blacksmith was noncommittal, and the priest said: "It's okay to find a church or a monastery. It's more comfortable than camping and doesn't cost money."

"Go to Ruffo Castle, I have some friendship with Viscount Ruffo." Baron Rollo made the final decision.

"Sleeping in a castle is not as comfortable as sleeping in an inn. The castle is on the top of a mountain and you have to go around a mountain road," the coachman muttered, "Yes, it's up to you, who made you a lord."

So everyone continued their journey and saw the castle in the afternoon. Rufu Castle stood on a mountain near the road, putting this section of the road and the small town of Rufu beside the road under its control. However, they did not arrive until the evening.

Destination. As the coachman said, it was quite a detour after leaving the road and going up the mountain. What was even more disgraceful to the Baron was that the castle refused the Baron entry.

"I'm sorry, sir, the masters are not here. The master took the young master to Messina and has not returned yet. The wife took the young lady to the Convent of Capuccini. Without the master's instructions, we servants in the castle would not dare to

Let you in."

"He obviously left Messina before me." The baron explained to everyone a little frustrated, although he didn't actually need to explain.

Roger saw the priest touching the mace in his waist to negotiate with the other party, but it was useless. He thought, it seems that the truth is only within the range of your arm. The blacksmith roared with the hammer, but the thick oak door

It was obviously not voice-controlled. The ranger fired his bow and arrows and pointed at the top of the city. The other party showed no sign of weakness and aimed several bows and arrows at him. There was really nothing he could do now.

The coachman turned the car around, and everyone drove down the mountain in the afterglow of the setting sun. By the time they reached the town at the foot of the mountain, it was already completely dark. The town was very small, with only one inn, which had been locked for a long time, so the coachman had to call him.

Open. The shopkeeper was originally unwilling to do so, but fortunately the coachman was considered a regular customer, and with the baron's badge and the priest's cross, the shopkeeper did not mistake the men with hammers and swords for intruders, and finally opened the door.

"But there are no rooms. You can sleep in the lobby, where the fire is still warm, or in the stables." The owner was a little embarrassed.

How could anyone ask for more at this time, so everyone entered the inn, and the other four people crowded around the fireplace in the lobby. Roger and the coachman went to the stables, took good care of the horses, ate a few mouthfuls of dry food with cold water, and went to find their own food.
Chapter completed!