Roger thought that he could have waited in the village that provides accommodation.

Wait until the rain stops and the flood recedes.

But Danny's old injury broke out.

Danny suffered injuries while fighting in the sulfur mine, which laid hidden dangers and broke out after sleeping in the open rain.

There were no doctors and no medicine in that village.

Villagers said that San Diego has it, and San Diego has everything.

The villagers said that any problem will be solved when they arrive in Santiago, and St. James' blessing will make the patient better.

Roger can only place his hopes on this, so he can only move forward now.

He thought, what day has it been?

Roger shook his head and shook off the water from the ends of his hair, but soon another water flowed down from the ends of his hair.

The mountains in the rain are gray, just like light ink landscape paintings. Only when you get close can you see the lush green.

Roger remembers that when he passed by Astorga, he thought the picture was beautiful and the green was very lively.

I didn't feel that way when I passed by Ponferrada, although it actually looked the same.

When I passed by Beserrea, I no longer cared about this issue.

When Roger thought of Besserea, he felt upset.

He thought that he shouldn't have asked to walk the path quickly.

When I was in Beserrea, the villagers said that there was a small path through Sariya that you could go directly to Gongting without having to walk around the mountains and then to Gongting.

So Roger decided to walk the small road and cross the mountains.

It was a foolish decision, he thought, as stupid as a decision to embark on this pilgrimage.

The road from Beseria to Saria is full of rugged mountain paths, which are more rugged than the previous ones.

Walking through this mountain road after being wet from the rain is simply a torture.

Moreover, there are no villages along the way, so I have to sleep in the open for several days.

There is a mountain road in Sariya to the north to Lugo, and there is a mountain road to the west to Gongting.

So Roger decided to continue going west.

He thought that it was another wrong decision, and it must have been rain that poured into his mind to make such a decision.

I walked the rugged mountain road that was about the same distance from Beserrea to Sariya.

There are also no villages along the way.

Walk all the way to the Minui River.

After crossing the Minuo River, it was the Gongting Court.

But the bridge on the Minuo River is gone.

Roger thought he should have thought of it in advance.

Since the flood can wash away the wooden bridge on the road before, it is very likely to wash away the bridge on the road behind.

Especially for this kind of path, no one will build a solid bridge on this kind of path.

The Minuo River, which is flooded, winds from the north and flows to the south.

So I could only return to Sariya.

Rescue the pain you suffered before again.

Then go north from Sariya to Lugo.

The same rugged mountain roads, there are also no villages.

Roger thought, what day is this?

He struggled on this rugged mountain road, all his energy was spent constantly stepping one foot in front of the other.

He thought that a wrong decision would hurt everyone.

But no one complained.

Danny, who was lying on his horse as if he was dead, didn't say anything.

The guard's knight did not speak,

Two red hairs didn't speak,

Victor holding the horse didn't say anything,

Miledi, who could no longer walk on the road, did not speak,

The caravan guards of Miledi followed without saying anything,

It’s not that there is no complaint, but that no one wants to talk.

Roger complained to himself in his mind.

He had to do this, a skill he learned before when he had crossed the swamp with Ola.

This can distract him,

He didn't think about his ragged shoes, his worn-out feet, and a trace of blood flowing out of the cracked blisters of his feet.

He bowed his back slightly, lowered his head and walked slowly on the muddy mountain road.

A person, a man, an old man, a retired old man, and a crutch appeared in his mind.

(Note: "A Pilgrimage to One Man" by British writer Rachel Joey).

Roger looked at the elderly Roger in his mind.

"Who are you?"

"I'm just an ordinary passerby, and I'm not outstanding at all when standing in the crowd. I won't bother anyone."

He watched him staggering along an endless path.

Just like him.

"Where did you come from?"

"Kingsbridge."

"Where are you going?"

“St. Bernardin Hospice in Bewickshire.”

Weeds wrap feet.

The surroundings are deserted.

Can't tell the direction clearly.

There is no hut to rest, shelter from the rain, or sleep.

Just like him.

"Why go?"

"I received a letter from my old friend Queenie and learned that she was about to die of cancer, so I wanted to see her."

The shoes were rotten, the feet were broken, and the knee joints were so painful.

Just like him.

"Why don't you take the train or the plane from Kingsbridge to Bewickshire? Why do you have to walk there?"

"I have no idea.

"After receiving Queenie's letter, I was shocked and sad, and I wrote a reply to Queenie.

“When I went out to send the letter, I passed one post box after another, and I didn’t stop.

"It seems like something has begun.

“Although I’m not sure what it is, I’m already doing it.

“And I can’t stop.

“No thoughtful, no rational thinking.

"As soon as this idea came up, I decided: hike to St. Bernardin Hospice in Bewickshire to visit old friends."

"You can't do it."

Roger felt that he couldn't do it either.

He will never be able to reach San Diego.

Even Lugo can't even get there.

"You always do this. Once someone does something you haven't done before, you keep saying it's impossible."
To be continued...