Roger's little ear was not influenced by his thoughts, and he was still faithfully recording the words of the two Porto merchants.

"Didn't everyone follow Alfonso VI to carry out the liberation movement to fight the Arabs?

"Why did this Christian fight with Christians less than half a year after Alfonso VI's death?"

“I guess it was the Castile throne.

"When Uraka took over as king, Princess Theresa, the wife of Henry, was still giving birth to a child in Porto.

"I guess those Castiles decided this without discussing with her."

Roger angrily drank a big mouthful of beer.

He thought that there was more than Teresa who had no discussion.

Then he thought that Henry used the power of Quanbo's country to fight the northern expedition and break up with his sect leader country. This was very unwise. He was not afraid of the Arabs in the south...

Roger suddenly thought that before, by the Douro River in Porto, he heard the waiter in the inn talk about the Arabs appearing at the baptistery banquet of Henry's eldest son Alfonso.

He understood a little.

He thought, maybe Henry had already made arrangements, so he was not afraid.

He thought, it would be better if this was the case, at least he was much safer along the way.

He felt that his luck had improved.

He thought that when he saw the church in the future, he would like to go to the temple to burn incense before the exam in his previous life.

Roger didn't realize that he was getting further and further on the path of superstition.

Roger didn't want to hear these Porto merchants anymore, so he turned his sensitive ears to the other side.

Several businessmen who were looking and wearing what Castilla was coming over said:

"His Majesty Uraka declares his divorce from Alfonso of Aragon."

"Really and false? When did it happen?"

“Announced more than a month ago.”

"I have also heard of it. It seems that because they are in seven generations of blood, Pope Pasgar II issued a metaphor to ask them to divorce."

"Who did you hear?"

"I heard from the archbishop Hermirez in Purple, can this be false?"

“But that doesn’t make sense.

"I got the news from Northern Italy that Pope Pasgar II had a quarrel with Henry, the emperor of the Holy Roman Empire.

“Henry imprisoned Pope Pasgar II with his arms.

"Tell me, the pope is imprisoned, so where does he have the kung fu to keep the couple in Iberia's divorce?"

"Are you fake, can the Pope be imprisoned?"

"It's not fake. My friend wrote to me that Rome is in riots. Can this be fake?"

"I don't know about Rome, but Uraca and Alfonso did break up.

"I heard that the two sides fought. A very large piece of land in southern Castilla was taken away by Alfonso of Aragon."

"Southern Castilla? Is the capital Toledo lost?"

"I heard that the city was so easy to be defeated in the hands of the Castiles?"

"That's right. I'm just putting it there as soon as I'm trying to see it indestructible."

Roger heard nothing else that interested him and went back to his room to sleep.

After dawn the next day, Roger and his party left Lisbon, which was gradually becoming noisy.

He turned around and looked at the castle with the crescent flag floating.

The gates of the castle were closed, as if the rulers there were completely let go of the city under their rule.

After passing through the Taigas River bypassing the inland sea called "Sea of ​​Hare" and crossing the Taigas River, Roger and his strolled onto the stone brick avenue left by the ancient Romans.

Roger ran along the avenue and headed eastward, further and further away from the Atlantic Ocean.

There are some villages and towns along the way, and Roger skipped them all.

He brought enough supplies and did not have to risk spending the night in the Arab village.

And he didn't think the accommodation provided by those villages could be much better than his tents.

A few days later, Roger and his party came to a spectacular, beautiful ruin.

Roger could see at a glance who the maker of this beautiful ruin was.

Except for the ancient Romans, who could leave such a shocking complex?

Time has left traces of vicissitudes on these stone buildings, but it cannot erase their excellence and beauty.

Roger saw the avenue from Lisbon and another wider avenue called "Silver" intersect here.

A perfect cross separates the city.

The sidewalks on both sides of the avenue are significantly higher than the road surface.

At a cross-shaped intersection, square stones are arranged neatly like zebra crossings, and the surface height of the flat stones is flush with the sidewalk.

Ruts deeply imprinted on the avenue pass through the gaps between the stones.

Roger couldn't help but feel the daily life of the ancient Romans:

The pedestrians shuttled back and forth on the sidewalk, the people passing by on stones like zebra crossings, and the carriages driving neatly lined up on the avenue, everyone walked their own way and did not interfere with each other.

At the busy intersection, there are still people directing traffic.

Roger stopped imagining.

He felt that the ancient Romans did not seem to be much different from later generations.

"Where is this?" Roger asked.

Magellan replied: "Merida."

Roger saw a well-preserved Roman theater in front of him.

He walked in from the passage dedicated to actors.

He saw that the stepped seats in the theater were divided into three levels, which could accommodate about 6,000 spectators.

In front of the stepped seat is a semicircular musical stage.

Behind the stage are two rows of marble colonnades, the columns are in standard Roman style, and the stigmas are carved into the shape of books.

There are some annexes used by actors behind the colonnade, some of which have collapsed.

Roger was on a whim and walked onto the stage, facing the empty stands, and began to sing:

“unamattinamisonsvegliato,

,ciao!

,ciao!

,cio,cio,cio!"

His singing resounded repeatedly in the theater.

After a trance, Roger seemed to see the stepped seats full of ancient Romans wearing Toga.

They waved their bare arms and roared:

"Don't come!" "Play song!" "Oh no!" "Fuck!"

Roger came to his senses, and the stands were still empty.

Without applause or comment, he got off the stage in shame.

After leaving the theater, Roger saw a well-preserved Colosseum opposite him, and he walked in.

In the center of the arena is an oval battlefield, and the outer edge of the battlefield is a layered and high step-shaped stone stand.

The size of the stands, Roger estimated that it could accommodate 14,000 spectators.

There is a gate in the east, south and north of the arena that connects outside the field.

There are rooms and places for gladiators to use on the north and south ends.

Roger stepped on the sandy ground, and he didn't know how many gladiator performances and beast fights had been held here.

He didn't know how many times he had changed the sand under his feet.
Chapter completed!