Roger took a few sips of beer without hops.

He saw the shop owner climbing up the barrel where Miledie was sitting and hung a string of garlic around her neck.

Roger saw Victor pulling his boss down and sitting on the barrel, next to Miledi.

Miledi couldn't stop laughing, her eyes were covered with crow's feet.

Dancing people surrounded the two lovers on the barrel.

The people formed a circle, putting their arms on the shoulders of the people next to them, and they all sang loudly.

Roger saw someone teaching Danny to sing.

He kept singing into Danny's ears, while playing beats on Danny's back.

Roger walked out of the back door of the inn and found a corner to put water on it.

When Roger came back, he found that the lobby was darker and crowded.

He could not find Miledi and Victor for a moment.

Some people say they are in the back hall.

Roger saw Danny sitting at the table with several people wearing emblem burqas.

Danny said, "I don't want to take away the food from your mouth."

Those people said, "Eat, eat, everyone can share what they have."

Roger watched them share a bowl of fried tartfish with onion pieces inside.

Watch them drink wine and dip slices of bread into the oil and vinegar sauce in the bowl.

Watch them toast each other.

"Come and raise the bottle."

Watch them drink with bottles.

Someone invited Roger to have a drink, but Roger didn't recognize this person.

"nice one."

The man took out a bottle of wine from the glass and handed it over.

"No, thank you."

"Take a sip, my friend lifts up the bottle."

Roger took a sip and the wine smelled of licorice.

He felt warm and wet in his stomach and his whole body became hot.

"What kind of wine?" Roger shouted loudly into the man's ear, "It's so powerful."

"Fennel wine. Distilled wine. Good stuff."

"Distillation? You can distillate?" Roger muttered, "I'm really in the Middle Ages?"

Roger's voice was covered by the noise in the room.

The man leaned against Roger's ear and asked loudly, "What did you say? I can't hear it."

"Distillation, I said distillation, how could you distillate?"

"Distillation is not a secret, you don't know? I told you, does Aristotle know? The ancient Greeks, Greeks, do you know?"

Roger shared with the man another sip of fennel wine.

"Aristotle's book once wrote: 'By distillation, water will first turn into steam and then turn it into liquid form, and seawater will become potable water.'"

The man seemed to enjoy the joy of being a teacher, and put his ears on Roger to instill knowledge points.

"The ancient Egyptians used distillation to make spices. The Arabs invented the distillation of wine.

"More than a hundred years ago, a philosopher named avicenna described the distill in detail."

The man turned the topic back to the anise wine.

“The Egyptians had long started brewing and drinking anise wine, which they used to treat stomachache.

“In the end, many people had to drink a few drinks every day before they felt comfortable all over.

"Even Pharaoh began to fall in love with this wine and ordered it to be brewed nationwide."

Roger poured a sip of fennel wine into the bottle, and the strength was similar to that of white wine over 40 degrees.

He felt that he was an indigenous person, and the other party was traveling through time.

Or this room is traveling through time, who knows, who cares?

"Good stuff," the man shared with Roger and took another sip, "Wine is a good stuff."

Roger became interested and asked, "How did you make this anise wine? Do you know the recipe?"

"That's a secret, a secret that no one knows. Only the Egyptians who brew it know."

"Is Egypt the territory of the Arabs? Are you fighting with the Arabs? Where did you come from this wine?"

The man didn't speak, covered his mouth and blinked his eyes.

Roger understood in a flash that these people fought with the Arabs and did their business as they did.

Isn’t it just smuggling? People in the entire Christian world are doing it. What’s so strange?

Even Sicily did not do it, and the Sicilians traded openly with the Arabs.

Roger looked up and couldn't see Danny anymore. He grabbed his subordinates who were passing by.

"Where is Danny?"

"How can I know where he is? Maybe he's dead."

Henke walked drunk and swayed, probably not sure who was asking him.

Roger saw a person who had shared food with Danny and was sitting at the table eating fish.

Roger walked over and asked him.

The man touched his mouth and stood up and said, "Come with me."

They walked into a room behind the lobby.

Danny slept quietly on several barrels, and the room was very dark and he couldn't see his face clearly.

Someone covered Danny with a robe and folded a piece of clothing and put it under Danny's head.

Danny put a large garland twisted with garlic around his neck, hanging straight to his chest.

The person who led the way said, "Let him sleep, it's okay."

...

Roger woke up from his hay-covered bed and his neck hurt so much.

He supported his arms and twisted his neck, and he was the only one on the bed.

He didn't know why he suddenly felt a little disappointed and his heart was empty.

He thought it might be because of a hangover.

Roger got up and moved the wooden boards blocking the window.

He doesn't remember who covered the window last night.

He saw the gilded bronze rooster on the towers of the Royal Monastery of San Juan and San Peraio dull in the drizzle.

Roger went downstairs.

The honest boss greeted him in Castile.

Roger couldn't understand, but could guess, so he nodded to the boss.

He found a table to sit down, gestured to the boss to ask for something to eat.

The boss talked a lot, and finally went into the kitchen to serve the hot bread, cheese and light beer.

The boss put down the food and said whispering again, his tone full of apology.

"Sir, he is saying that if you are not in a hurry, he can cook some delicious food for you."

Victor walked in from outside the door and he saluted Roger.

"No, that's fine."

Roger's stomach was still sour, and he didn't want to eat too complicated things.

In fact, he would rather have a bowl of porridge than add a peeled egg.

But hot bread with cheese is also good with light ale.

The boss brought the cooked eggs again.

Roger saw someone packing outside the door and was about to set off.
To be continued...