When Roger woke up in the morning, he noticed that there was a car in the open space in front of the stable, with four wheels and a hood, and a coachman sleeping inside. He fed the horse and entered the lobby with the coachman. The baron called them over to eat.

: "There is something delicious. There is a lot of black pudding left by the owner last night."

Roger saw hot barley porridge and hard rye bread on the table, as well as reheated pork blood, supplemented with minced animal offal, mixed with oats, seasonings and water

Cooked black "black pudding". Roger followed the example of others and soaked the rye bread until soft.

At this time, a man and woman came out of the guest room. The man was dressed as a Saracen businessman, and the woman was also dressed as an Arab. Her face was covered and her head was covered, only a pair of eyes were exposed. They walked past Roger and his group, smelling fishy.

But he looked at Roger and the others with disgust as they shared the "black pudding".

Roger didn't care. He didn't eat enough last night. It would be nice to have something hot to eat now.

"Roger, let me tell you, you may not have felt it in the castle before," the Baron said while chewing, "It's not like home when you are away. Eat as much as you can when you can, and eat whatever you can catch. We are on the Eastern Expedition.

Sometimes, they even eat horse meat.”

Roger subconsciously glanced at the door. The "gift" was not there, but the Saracen man and woman came back again.

"I understand, Baron Rollo, but don't say this in front of the 'gift'."

"Okay, okay, just pet him. If you raise him like this, he will almost grow into a wild horse. Let's see when you can ride him." The baron took a sip of beer that was as thick as soup.

The coachman jokingly added: "Do all nobles raise horses like this?"

"No," Roger felt a little ashamed, "That's how I raise you."

"I'm different." Roger laughed bitterly and said something self-deprecating. He thought of his performance at the banquet and felt that he was incompatible with the whole world.

The priest laughed "haha" and pointed at the baron while chewing "black pudding": "He is a different kind."

The blacksmith stopped talking and looked at the priest with wide eyes. The ranger also got up from his wine glass and looked at him with his lips curled up.

"What day is it today, Father?" the coachman asked the priest with a confused look.

"Friday." The priest answered without thinking. Then he saw that the people around him were silent and all looking at him. He scratched his head and asked with some uncertainty: "Am I remembering it wrong?"

"Hahahaha", suddenly, everyone except the priest was laughing, and from the corner of his eye, Roger saw the pair of Saracens laughing too.

"Here's a glass of water, hiccup." The Saracen man said to the boss, and he choked with laughter. Roger saw that they both had white bread in their hands, which they probably had just gone to the car to get.

"You're right, today is Friday." The boss smiled helplessly and handed over a glass of water. "Otherwise, you think I would sell half of the 'black pudding' and half give it to you."

Roger didn't understand. He looked at the baron in confusion.

"Well, the coachman and the boss said today is Friday, and we should fast," the baron scratched his head and explained to Roger, "No one will buy his meat in front of the priest today, so why don't you give it to me at half the price."

"You're getting an advantage," the boss sighed. "This 'black pudding' is a good product. I've never discounted it before."

"Yes, it's food for untouchables." The Saracen merchant shook his head in disdain and ate the white bread with water.

"I think 'black pudding' is delicious," Roger said. "Maybe even the king will like it one day."

"Aha, I love hearing what you said. Although I know it's unlikely, I just love hearing it." The boss said cheerfully, "This is not something you can eat every day. If it hadn't happened to be available yesterday,

I have all the materials, but I haven’t done it yet.”

The boss poured a glass of beer and generously brought it to Roger: "Here, I'll give you a glass of beer because of what you just said."

Roger looked at the beer in front of him that was as thick as soup, without even a single hop, and hesitated whether to refuse.

"Oh, oh, that won't work. He's still a child and can't drink." The ranger suddenly reached for the wine glass like a hen guarding her young. "I'll drink for him."

"Who said I can't drink?" Roger slapped the ranger's hand away, then stood up and raised his glass "Tons, tons, tons" and finished it in one breath. He said boldly: "Go and ask, which one is there in Messina?"

People don’t know my title, but I’m ‘Roger the Alcoholic’, so I can’t drink?”

The proud Roger saw the woman next to the businessman looking at him intently and seemed to be very interested in him. He proudly raised his empty cup at the businessman.

The carriage swayed forward, and the coachman paid no attention to his horse. He leaned on the seat in front of him with squinted eyes and hummed a tuneless tune. He was obviously drunk.

Roger lay curled up on the hay. He felt his stomach was so uncomfortable, but he couldn't vomit it out. He didn't know whether it was the "black pudding" or the beer that irritated his stomach, or both.

A carriage sped past them, and Roger saw the Saracen man sitting in the front seat with the driver.

"I asked, is this the right way?" the ranger approached on horseback and asked.

"Don't worry, it's just one road, you can't go wrong." The coachman said firmly. After waiting for a while, he seemed to be afraid that others would not believe it, and then said: "From here, there is no Luoka Road."

"Why have you never heard of this place?"

"Don't be ridiculous, my tongue is a little numb. It's a small town, Rocalumela. From there, all the way to the sea, there is a road along the coast, all the way to Santa Teresa de Riva. There is a fishing port there, and there are two

It’s a mountain road, but we should take the coastal road and keep walking until we reach the Castle of San Alexio Siculo.”

The coachman paused and asked the baron: "We will arrive there at about the same time in the evening. Sir, are you familiar with the place?"

"There is a bit of friendship," the baron said, stroking his goatee, "I'm afraid the master is not here."

The baron learned his lesson this time and asked the coachman: "Is there an inn next to the castle? If the owner of the castle is not here, we will stay in the inn."

"No, there is the big town of Taormina further ahead. The Castle of San Alessio Siculo is between Santa Teresa di Riva and Taormina. It only takes half a day to get there. Who would be there?

Open an inn there."

"This will be troublesome. If I'm not here, I'll have to travel at night or camp."

"Your Majesty, it's up to you, take your time to stay in Santa Teresa de Riva, and in a hurry, stay in Taormina, but it's probably a bit difficult, or you can try your luck at the Castle of San Alessio Siculo. At worst, you'll have to go camping.

.”

"Well, um," the baron scratched his head, and after a while he said, "Let's discuss it later."

Since the baron couldn't make up his mind, no one was willing to come forward. The one who made the final decision was the coachman's horse, which was at the bottom of the entire team. It kept going, so everyone kept moving forward, no matter how fast it went.

, everyone just walked as fast as they could. Roger thought this was really ironic, but he couldn't object to it.

So in the afternoon, they came to an intersection not far from Santa Teresa de Riva. There was a mountain road here that turned off to the west and didn't know where to go.

They met an "acquaintance" at the fork in the road. The Saracen businessman was squatting on the side of the road. The woman covered with a gauze stood behind him. The carriage overturned on the side of the road. One horse was injured. The driver and another horse
Chapter completed!