The next afternoon, Roger and his party arrived at Cadiz Bay.

He stood on a high ground near the sea.

There was no wind, there was a smell of sea salt in the air.

In the clear blue sea, a narrow peninsula, about 10 kilometers long, lies in front of Roger like a breakwater.

The golden belt reflected by the west-facing sun in the blue waves is separated by it in two pieces.

That is the destination of Roger's trip, Cadiz.

Roger found that he could not go directly to the island from the current station, although he was only separated by a water surface about two kilometers wide.

He had to bypass an invasive bay on the left and follow the arc-shaped coastline to enter the peninsula from the south.

The southern part of this narrow peninsula is a sand dike about three thousand meters long and 200 meters wide, which is also the only channel connecting Cadiz and the Iberian Peninsula.

The width of the peninsula to the north of the sand dike has increased, and the northernmost part is the widest, as if it is a bulge.

The dense white walls and red roofs filled all the places on the peninsula that can be built.

A winding wall wrapped the houses in it along the coastline of the peninsula.

Roger felt that combined with the arc-shaped coastline of the inland bay, the peninsula was like a fish hook with earthworms on the tip of a hook.

"Roger, change into an Arab robe."

Miledi handed Roger a wide white Arabic robe.

The others also put on large Arab burqas and wore headscarves.

Some even covered their faces with the hem of the headscarf.

Soon everyone looked like Arab businessmen running long distances.

Roger saw Miledi wearing a black face towel, covering her whole body tightly, revealing only her eyes.

"Do you have to dress like this?" Roger asked.

He put his robe outside the chain mail and wrapped a white turban on his helmet.

Miledi: "It's better to do this. I heard that the lords here don't like Christians."

Roger: "At worst, I can pay more pagan taxes, I have money."

Miledi: "Why do you have to pay this in vain? We are just passing by, not the residents here.

"Actually, I just watched it tightly when I entered the city, and no one would care about it when I entered.

“I feel very distressed by Sevilla’s entry fee.

“Buying these robes, plus bribing the doorman, only a fraction of that pagan tax is enough.

"Okay, let's go quickly and go to the city early to find a better inn to rest."

Under the urging of Miledi, everyone accelerated their speed around the bay.

Soon they arrived at the narrow sand embankment in southern Cadiz.

Roger saw from afar the gate of Cadiz, and the guards checked the pedestrians and carriages entering the city, but they ignored the people and carriages coming out.

Roger saw Miledi let the local Magellan control the caravan, and saw her give Magellan a purse.

Miledi said: "Go and get those guards."

Roger saw that Magellan's face turned a little pale, and saw that his hands that were shaking when he was picking up his wallet.

Roger's sensitive ears heard Miledi comforting Magellan:

"Don't panic, think about your promise to me, think about my care for your old mother, think about my arrangements for your brother, think about your oath to revive your home, don't be afraid, St. Jacob will bless you."

Roger interjected with a smile, "I'll do it, I'm very confident in my Arabic."

He thought that his Arabic speaking language was corrected by Muttier, and it would be like playing with an Arabic interpretation certificate in later generations.

He took out a purse and held it in his hand, and he said:

“I’m very confident in my money.”

So Roger took the lead and the Norman Knights followed him.

Magellan followed in a caravan, with Miledi and her escorts following behind.

A group of people lined up on the Changsha embankment and slowly approached the Gate of Cadiz.

Roger looked at the city gate, which was a piece higher than the city wall, and the flat top was covered with comb-like arrows.

The walls of the city gate are painted with green and purple patterns, like flowers and leaves. Some are arranged neatly, while others look messy.

The doorhole is different from the Christian city gate. The upper part is not a simple semicircular shape, but a slightly sharp corner shape like a peach.

Two wooden doors covered with neatly arranged copper nails in the door opening were open.

When he arrived at the door, Roger dismounted and he chatted with the guard's little leader in Arabic in Arabic.

Then he used his robe cuff to cover it up and stuffed a bag of money into the hands of the little leader.

Roger could see that the little leader was very satisfied, and his eyes were squinting with a smile.

The little leader waved his hand: "It's all my own people, I've passed it, I've passed it."

So even routine inspections were omitted.

Roger and his men walked through the doorway with their horses and entered the city of Cadiz.

When you enter the city gate, it is a small square, which is slightly wider than the city gate, and it looks more like a spacious road, but it is not long.

There are many curved alleys on both sides and at the top of the small square, extending out like spider webs, not knowing where they lead.

The two- and three-story stone houses are covered with white painted white.

Street stalls were filled with both sides of the small square.

The road left in the middle was crowded with people coming and going, and it was very lively.

When Roger saw someone selling spices, the stall owner spread nine different colors of spices into nine grids, which were very bright in the sun.

He saw that there were people selling bronze and silver ware. The boss was a craftsman. He sat in front of the small wooden stake and knocked on the chisel with a small hammer and carved patterns on the silver plate.

He saw someone selling wool blankets, and there were cloths on the side. The two stall owners seemed to be arguing about who had occupied more territory.

He saw some leading camels, some leading horses, and some leading donkeys. While walking, the owner was selling his goods to passers-by.

A stall owner who sold dates hospitably handed Roger a handful of dates.

"Try it, it's delicious, you can try it if you don't buy it, it's very sweet."

Seeing that the date palm looked brown and golden, he raised one to face the sun and could see the core inside.

An escort knight suddenly stepped forward and approached Roger, and he grabbed the hand of a child beside Roger.

"What should I do if a thief, sir?" (Latin)

Only then did Roger notice that his wallet was already in the hands of the child.

He looked at the child and didn't seem to be like an Arab, but rather like a gypsy.

"Chop his hands, Allah, why do our city lords allow this kind of garbage to remain in the city of the Elans?"

The vendor selling dates said angrily, as if he was the victim.

Roger's men seemed to be ready to break the child's hand, and he was waiting for Roger to give the order.

Seeing the child's face pale, tears in his eyes and lips tightly squinted. He didn't beg for mercy, but his trembling could not stop revealing that he was not that strong.

Roger remembered the thief in Lugo City who had broken his arm because his instructions were unclear.

Roger didn't want to be troublesome in the Arab territory, and it was not a smart choice to attract other people's attention at the gate of this city.

So Roger took back his wallet, and he clearly said to his subordinates: "Don't hurt him, let him go." (Latin)

Then he took out a silver coin from his wallet and stuffed it to the child, saying to him:

"Let's go, boy, today is your lucky day, don't let others catch it, haha."
Chapter completed!