To the east of Silver Avenue, flowing from north to south, the rushing water of the Guadalquivir River is dyed rose by the morning sun, as gorgeous as a sea of ​​flowers in a fairy tale.

Roger's horse ran slowly on the avenue.

He looked at Miledi with concern.

"Are you okay? Why don't you take a rest and leave?"

"It's okay." Miledi shook his head forcibly and rejected Roger's proposal.

She asked, "Did you carry me out of the hot spring yesterday?"

Roger smiled, he thought, this could not be admitted.

He said: "It's not me, it's a village girl named Susanna.

"Her lover is cutting our hair. All of us, including your guard, asked him to cut it.

"I finished cutting it at that time. Why haven't you come out of the hot spring yet? I asked Susanna to go in and take a look.

"So she said you fainted inside. I asked her to carry you out."

"Really? I asked my guards, and they couldn't explain clearly."

"Your guard was either cutting his hair or washing his hair with cold water. It was normal for him to not pay attention."

Roger didn't want to continue talking about this topic, he said: "Miledi, we may not have to go to Port Cadiz."

"What! Why?"

"The barber Figaro, who cuts our hair yesterday, said that there is Sherry in Seville."

"Ah?! Oh."

"Seville is right in front, and it was on the route we planned so we don't have to continue running more than 100 kilometers to Port Cadiz to go south."

“100 What?”

"You don't have to worry about this, I just misled my tongue. I mean, we can walk a lot less."

"Oh, OK."

Roger found that Miledi was not as good as before, and was excited to hear the news about Sherry.

He asked with concern: "Are you still a little uncomfortable? Why don't you lie in the caravan for a while?"

"Okay, I think it's better to lie down for a while."

Miledi accepted Roger's advice.

As it was almost evening, Roger and his party arrived in Serbia.

The water of the Guadalquivir River bypasses the Serbian city walls, and a bridge across the river reaches the city gate.

There are many caravans coming and going, and there are all kinds of people.

Roger saw Arabs, Papaals, Christians, and Jews.

He also noticed that the guards at the gate did not make things too difficult for the people who did not believe in the *** religion, they were just collecting taxes very seriously.

Roger heard some people complaining in his nimble ears: "Why is the pagan tax rising again?"

Roger was not short of money, so he asked the locals to guard Magellan to pay the tax with the money.

So the guard waved his hand and let Roger and his party go in without even checking it.

After entering the city gate, there is a small square.

There were many Arabs in the square and Papaals gathered together.

They seemed to be listening to the Imam missionary of a Paparian standing on a high place in the middle.

Roger heard the imam repeatingly with his sensitive ears:

“This kingdom is over.

"The rulers are corrupt and incompetent, and the officials are greedy and stupid.

“They do not obey the doctrine, they only know how to make money.

"Look at what they have done, and allow pagans to roam around the *** land for a little money.

“We must unite and change all this, and this is the will of Allah.

“We should make the doctrines that all people on this land follow.

“Those Jews, Christians, either convert to ***ism or leave.

"The land of *** belongs to *** and cannot be allowed to step on pagans."

Guards stepped forward to disperse the crowd.

They pushed and shoved ordinary people, but respected the radical Imam very much, and just asked him to leave politely.

Roger guessed that the Imam should be very popular.

Then Roger stopped paying attention to it.

He noticed that the most eye-catching buildings in the city were the Arab palaces and mosques.

A minaret like a square tower stands tall beside the mosque.

Under Magellan's leadership, Roger passed through the Jewish gathering area where the house was painted with white paint.

They found the best inn to stay in the Christian district.

Miledi said she was not feeling well and went upstairs to rest.

Roger sat down at the wooden table in the lobby.

Some hungry Roger urged the inn waiter to serve the dishes.

Roger saw the waiter come over with a silver berrad pot, and the curved spout was filled with a hint of heat.

The waiter's hand shook gently, and the brown and green tea painted parabolas from the mouth of the pot and poured into a silver cup carved with exquisite geometric patterns.

The waiter poured a cup of tea for Roger and his men.

The tea exudes the scent of mint.

Roger took a sip and it was sweet and refreshing.

He asked, "Is there sugar added to this mint tea?"

"Yes, sir." The waiter replied respectfully.

The waiter did not take away the silver pot, but placed it on the table for the guests to use it.

Roger thinks this inn is of high quality.

But he thought, it's okay, I have money.

The waiter asked Roger what he wanted to eat.

Roger didn't know what food was available here, and he was not a regular visitor.

He said boldly: "Previous one."

After a while, the food was brought up by the waiter.

Each waiter will give a brief introduction to it intimately.

Roger gave a thumbs up to the waiter with two neat beards on his upper lip.

He first tasted the Taji pot, which the waiter highly recommended.

The waiter introduced that the recipe is to place beef, chicken, mutton, vegetables and other foods in a ceramic pot with a cone lid and simmer it over low heat.

Roger thought the taste was very good, the meat was soft, the soup was delicious, and the side dishes were delicious.

Another staple food called "Cuscus" has a mediocre taste.

This is stewed with meat and vegetables in couscous.

The meat tastes OK, original, and Roger Cooch couldn't swallow it.

As for lamb with a little spice flavor, beef and intestines, various kebabs with onions, it looks nothing special.

According to the waiter, eating with bread will be more delicious.

But for Roger, who has seen the world, this dish is just like that.

The next stuffing pie called "Bastia" finally satisfied Roger.

This delicious meat patty is to stuff pigeon meat and chicken into thin dough crust and bake until golden brown and crispy.

Roger thinks it is a perfect combination of salty and sweet, thin, crispy and delicious, and the taste is irresistible.

The waiter served grilled lamb chops again, which was a hard dish.

The lamb chops have no fishy smell, they are roasted crispy and delicious, and even the lamb skin is roasted crispy. With the secret spices, the taste is rich and you can taste the pure meaty texture.

Roger likes it very much.

The combination of Harira soup and triangular shortbread served at the back also satisfied Roger.

But from beginning to end, Roger felt that something was missing.
Chapter completed!