Roger knew very well what Elvira meant to say he was late.

He wanted to say naughtyly: But I'm already here.

But he said nothing.

Elvira said lightly: "My dowry is gone."

"I know, I met Uraka in Burgos, and the crown was worn on her head."

"You can definitely find a better princess."

"I can't afford to find Sicily, it's not my final decision."

Roger briefly introduced the situation of the Norman in Sicily, and he did not forget to introduce his mother.

"So you are actually just a puppet, is it your mother, Mrs. Adelaide, who is the decision?"

"Yes, puppet, this word is well used."

"A puppet wants to marry a princess, too?"

"A half-sister who has no backing and is the queen's half-sister who cares at all, is a declining princess."

"Ahhh, fall, this word is well used."

“It seems we are very compatible.”

“It is, but there is another problem.”

“What’s the problem?”

"I actually don't care whom I marry, whether he is a puppet or not, whether he has a noble identity or not, I only have one requirement."

Elvira's straight eyebrows shook and said firmly:

"I wish my husband was a brave man."

"Are you brave? I think I can, how do I need to prove it?"

Elvira called her servant.

The servant brought a narrow and thin sword and a long dagger.

Elvira took it and took it in her hand, with her left sword and right dagger, and she crossed her hands with a crisp "smart".

"Defeat me," she said.

Roger touched his nose and said with a smile:

"Princess Elvira, have you read too many knight novels? You know, I have experienced battle formations, and I have come out of the sea of ​​blood."

“My swordsmanship teacher is Geronemo Sanchez de Carranon, and the swordsmanship I practice is called ‘The Supreme Art’.”

(Note: The Spanish knight, philosopher, and master of war attack, who created the "Supreme Art" sword technique in real history, was born in a Seville noble family in about 1539.)

"Calanon? I haven't heard of it."

Roger pulled out the "mosquito bite".

Just like before the US military lands, they always have to use naval guns to clean the ground.

After Roger drew his sword, his mouth opened the bolt like a naval gun.

"Elvira (the meaning of 'noble' in Spanish), was your father thinking of your name when he was climbing your mother's two high and noble peaks?"

Elvira moved and slipped sideways.

...

The Royal Monastery of San Juan and San Peraiho do not accommodate travelers.

Elvira politely sent Roger away.

The two of them did not talk about the competition, their marriage, and their appointment to leave.

Victor went to Leon to find the right inn.

Roger came to the Bernesga River that runs through Leon.

The hot afternoon sun shines golden light on the river.

Roger found a small forest and lay on the grass in the forest.

Through the gaps between branches and leaves, he looked at small pieces of white clouds, floating freely and slowly across the Spanish sky.

Roger recalled the competition with Elvira.

He couldn't figure it out.

Her sword is definitely not as long as the "mosquito bite" of her own sword.

He thought, why could she stab him before, but later his slash could not hit her?

He couldn't figure it out.

She slid to the left but stabbed with a dagger with her right hand. How did she do such a terrible posture?

All he knows is.

When her sword was placed on her neck, she was like a piece of rubber plaster on the wall, making her lose ugly.

Roger was filled with irritation as he listened to the sound of the water rushing in the Bernesga River.

He thought that Wang Crown had no hope, and the princess who he thought was easy to win could not get it. This trip to Iberia was really unlucky.

He thought that he had thought that the crown was going to compete, so it was normal for failure.

But the princess has made a reservation and she can't bring back Sicily, and she has any face.

How can I order my subordinates after my face is gone? I believe that many relatives will come out to provide "enthusiastic help" at that time.

He thought that those time traveling seniors who read books in his previous life had nothing to do. As soon as the tiger's body shook and showed a little bit of a turtle spirit, countless queens and princesses would immediately cry, shout, and come over.

Why is it my turn? Either I can’t afford it or I can’t handle it?

He thought, Roger, Roger, you are really embarrassing the face of a time traveler.

Roger thought for a long time until he felt hungry.

He suddenly realized that Victor seemed to have been there for too long.

He walked out of the woods, and Danny and the Knights were faithfully guarding them.

After waiting for a while, Roger saw Victor coming.

There was a woman next to her, holding Victor's arm tightly.

Roger and Danny looked at each other.

The flames of gossip in Roger's heart burned, but most of his melancholy was burned away.

Roger saw that the woman was thin and tall, as weak as a willow in the wind, and as adorable as a golden daffodil.

She was like a bird hanging on Victor's arm, and she felt pitiful and unconsciously wanted to help her.

Victor and the woman walked up to Roger.

The woman let go of Victor's hand and saluted Roger in a standard aristocratic manner.

Seeing that Roger saw her elegant manners and natural demeanor, she obviously came from a noble family and was well-educated.

Roger did not return the gift, he waited for Victor to introduce it.

"This is Miledi Falierro, a friend I met in Florence, who is a female nobleman."

Victor's cheeks were stained with a thin layer of flush.

Even fools can see that these two are not simple friends.

"Hello, dear Lord Roger, Earl of Sicily, I am just a businessman, and I bought the title of nobleman for my money."

Miledi didn't mind telling his true identity, with a sincere expression, but not a slight humbleness.

"I have prepared food and accommodation in the best inn in Leon. The day is already west. Will the Count be willing to enjoy the glory and let the little girl enjoy the host friendship."

Miledi is like a shrewd and capable business elite, and his natural and generous invitation makes people unable to think of rejection.

Roger couldn't help but look at Miledi again.

Her neatly combed hair was so golden that it was white. She had made up on her face but did not look artificial, and there was a beauty mole on the corner of her mouth.

The lips look thick and sexy when they don't speak, but they are very thin when they smile.

A beautiful woman's invitation, and she came with Victor, Roger had no reason and was willing to refuse.

On the way to the inn, Roger recalled his impression of Miledi and found some contradictions.

He thought about it carefully and seemed that this woman was very fickle.

He shook his head and thought, it had nothing to do with me, and it was not my woman.
Chapter completed!