Roger suppressed his dissatisfaction with the Castileans' throne, and he continued to listen to Uraka's words quietly.

"I insisted on arranging my second marriage shortly before my death, which is what you know, Aragon, known as the 'Fighter', and Alfonso, the king of the United Kingdom of Navarra.

“Alfonso promised before marriage that if we had no children after marriage, our throne would be inherited by my son born in my first marriage, Alfonso Raymond.

"You know what happened next."

Uraka paused, she stared at the bonfire for a while, and then she smiled and said:

"I thought you were also a jazz who came to Iberia to make a living. There are so many jazz here who are poor and have nothing but armor or swords.

“I didn’t expect you Sicily to be so rich.

"We have experienced too long wars on the Iberian Peninsula, and our people cannot farm well, and refugees are everywhere.

"Most of our money is used to expand our army and fight, and I haven't eaten this luxury of candy in a long time.

"Do you know? I was really shocked by how casual you gave candy to a pariah."

Uraka said this and returned to the calmness of the diplomats.

She said: "I hope to reach an alliance with Sicily and I need your assistance."

"I came here this time to marry your sister Elvira, which was decided by your father.

"I think we will be an alliance when we become in-laws."

"No, a marriage cannot represent anything, I will know it.

"And my sister was born to my father's fifth wife, and she didn't have much friendship with me.

“She is more like a Leon than a Castile.

“I hope to reach a deeper and more direct agreement with you.”

Roger looked at Uraka's naked and unconcealed eyes as if he had seen the wolf who threw him down.

He was at a loss, and the bonfire shone his face red.

Uraka smiled sweetly: "When I arrive at Burgos, I will arrange the most comfortable room for you in the palace."

When it was dawn, Roger and his party were about to set off.

But two ragged uninvited guests stopped them.

"Roast! Hand over all your food!"

Roger couldn't understand what this girl with a red-haired shawl like a flame said.

Fortunately, diplomat Victor at least understood a little Basque language spoken by the indigenous people on the Iberian Peninsula.

Victor introduced to Roger during the translation:

"The Basques were the earliest indigenous people of Iberia. They lived on this land before the ancient Rome and the ancient Greeks came here."

Roger looked at the young boy and girl in front of him.

He had seen the young man, with dirty dark skin, dark red hair, like burning coal.

He was afraid in the eyes of this coal, but he still followed the girl firmly.

And the red-haired girl was not tall, waving her short spear, and looked like a wild cat with only teeth and claws.

Her actions were not scary at all, and in Roger's eyes, it was a bit funny.

"We have many people, you are surrounded by us, hand over the food obediently!"

The red-haired girl threatened, and she waved her short spear.

With her command, the tall grass around the hills swayed.

I don’t know how many people were shouting inside, as if they would rush out in a fierce manner in the next moment.

Roger was not afraid, he had seen through the red-haired girl's plan.

He guessed that the refugees he had seen yesterday were in the grass.

These people were shouting in the grass, and they would not dare to rush out to attack the fully armed knights.

Uraka was a little untroubled, she urged Roger:

"What's so nagging about with such refugees? Just kill them directly.

"Earl Roger, let's get to Burgos early, and we can have a good time in my castle."

Roger is not a bloodthirsty person, he doesn't like to solve problems directly with violence.

What's more, he didn't want to see blood early in the morning.

He thought, why do you have to fight and kill? Isn’t it just a robbery? A problem that can be solved with money? Is that a problem?

Roger touched the full amount of gold coins in his immediate pocket, which brought the expenses to be prepared for competition for the throne.

But now these gold coins are useless.

There seemed to be no place to spend money along the way, so I spent dozens of silver coins to stay in Barcelona.

Roger did not plan to bring these gold coins back, he had them at home.

So Roger took out a few gold coins and threw them over.

Under the rising sun that barely emerged from the hill, the gold coins emitted a charming golden light, and they were drawn in arcs before the red-haired girl's feet.

Roger saw that Uraka's eyes were reflected, while the red-haired girl was motionless.

Roger asked Victor to tell the other party: "Take it and reward you."

"We want food, and don't fool us with such things that cannot be eaten or used. This kind of thing is of no use except bringing swords and blood!"

The red-haired girl's answer surprised Roger a little. He did not expect that the gold coins that could move the king could not impress the beggar-like refugees.

But Roger soon realized that refugees had no status, and no one would protect these refugees in this war-torn land.

Refugees cannot exchange gold coins for food and will only become the targets of robbery.

So Roger had a new idea.

He asked Victor to tell the other party:

“I hire you, you are my mercenaries now.

"Take my gold coins and go to Burgos and tell those who dare to stop you, you are me, Roger, the Earl of Sicily."

Roger turned his head and seemed to ask, but actually warned him and said to Uraka:

"The guards of Burgos won't rob my men, right?"

Uraka replied in the tone of a diplomat:

"Dear Count of Sicily, you and your men are free to travel on the lands of the Kingdom of Leon and Castile."

The red-haired girl said a lot to Roger, and with her gesture, she was a furious cat.

Victor translated embarrassedly: "She said it too quickly, I can't remember it, it's roughly:

"She is called Shana, nicknamed Goblin, she and her partner, olentzaro, who represents refugees, accept your employment."

"Victor, tell the goblin Shana and the carbon digger o...o...o what Zarro..."

“olentzaro.”

"Don't worry, tell Shana and Zarro and let them follow along with the refugees."

Roger doesn't care about the followers of refugees, he actually wants to be a rich man.

He is in a good mood now.

The dew in the morning wet the moss on the avenue, and the road was slippery and the horse couldn't run.

The red-haired boy and girl called the refugees to follow, and many people came out one after another in the tall grass.

Roger led the team and walked carefully.

After passing through a small piece of tall grass, the avenue slowly rolled up the mountain.
Chapter completed!