Roger had an illusion that he felt that everything was so unreal.

He felt that perhaps he was the only native, and that everyone around him traveled through time.

Roger was stunned, he felt that he might have been stunned for a century.

But when he came to his senses, he saw that the operation was still going on in the square.

Roger's brain was gradually regaining function, and he felt that the Jews in front of him were not simple.

He asked the Jews respectfully: "Your name has not been asked yet."

“Afiligano.”

Rogermo read, Africa, African, African? Ah!

His brain returned to normal.

He thought, it turned out to be a fool, and I almost believed it.

He thought, "Africans", who would give such a stupid name, must be a pseudonym.

He thought, why don’t you give a pseudonym American? Because you don’t know America yet, indigenous people are indigenous people.

Roger suddenly became confident, just like all time travelers, with the confidence to blindly despise the indigenous people.

"Ahem, then, Mr. Afilgano, what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to learn, mainly learning medical skills."

Roger thought, didn’t you learn scams?

But he asked, "What have you learned?"

"Razie's "Medical Book of Mansour", "Medical Integration" (Note 1)

“Medical Manual of Zaharavi (Note 2)”

"Oh, amazing, let me introduce myself. I am Roger, Earl of Sicily. If you have time, come to Sicily to have fun."

"Is Sicily in Southern Italy? I have a friend at the University of Salerno in Southern Italy. He has come and asked me to teach, but I am still thinking about it."

Henk, who rushed up, interrupted Roger and Afiligano's conversation.

"Sir, faded, faded!"

"Ha, I know, how could a horse born with a rich man behaved into what color?"

"It's gray, but it's not the adults' horse, but the three newly bought horses, all faded."

"What?"

Roger hurriedly said apart with Afiligano and followed Henk to the backyard stable.

There Roger saw three gray Andalusian horses, docilely gathering beside another Norman Knight.

Roger doubled the check on the three newly bought horses.

Fortunately, except for the wrong color, there is no problem with the horse, and the horse is still a good horse.

Another Norman Knight hurriedly ran in from outside the door.

He shouted, "The horse dealer ran away and couldn't find it."

Roger knew that white horses were the most loved in this era and later generations.

In the novel, the princes all ride white horses, and in reality, the royal carriage is also pulled by white horses.

Therefore, the price of white horses is much higher than that of other colors of horses of similar colors.

He calculated the approximate difference between the three horses in his mind, and understood that his strength to beat his fingers was wasted, but he was still profitable by the unscrupulous businessman.

Roger touched the wet gray horse, and the horse rubbed him affectionately, so his mood improved again.

"Forget it, just be ashamed, it won't affect riding, it won't be a big problem."

Roger thought that at least he would not be like the entourage of the three prince charmings.

It seemed that because he was in a good mood, Roger didn't feel dazzling when he saw the water flowing freely on the ground, mixed with white and black dyes.

Wait, he thought, what's going on with black dye?

He suddenly found that the yard seemed particularly bright.

Then he saw a golden horse next to him reflecting the bright sunshine.

Roger walked towards his Turkmen horse.

The horse's body was still wet, obviously it had been washed.

Roger asked Henke: "Did I read it wrong? Isn't it the one with gold in the black? Why has it become all gold now?"

"Sir, you read that right, it's all gold. I washed it three times, but the gold color just can't be washed off."

Roger looked at his horse carefully, and he pulled out a few golden retrievers to look at them.

Then he found out that this horse was really a natural rich man.

Roger had thought this horse was good before, but now he felt that he had found a treasure.

He thought that the only disadvantage of this horse was that it was too swaggering and could not keep a low profile when riding it.

Roger knew that every man was innocent and was guilty of possessing a treasure.

He figured out why the original horse dealer dyed the horse into ugly black with gold.

If not, the horse dealer would never be able to take the horse so far to sell it, and it would be robbed halfway through 100%.

Now Roger didn't have time to buy dyes to dye the horses. The inn was full of people and eyes, so this rich and rich BMW could no longer hide it.

He knew that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time.

So when the horse was fucked, Roger couldn't wait to leave Cordoba with three guards riding gray horses, under the amazement of passers-by and the guards.

They walked north along the Avenue.

Not long after leaving, Roger saw from a distance that many people chased out of the city gate.

His sensitive ears heard those people shouting: "Stop, stop! I bought your horse! You can offer it as much as you want!"

Rogerli ignored him and galloped.

He thought, what he said should be as much as I offer, am I a short of money?

He thought, what I lack is life, I am afraid that these people will not be able to make a deal, so the next step is to snatch it.

Roger and his horse have not yet had a tacit understanding of each other and can be united.

But even so, he is still far ahead.

The three Andalusian horses were running hard, but Roger gradually got rid of them.

Roger and the other four ran for a long time with great pleasure.

When the sun was far west, the people chasing behind had long been dumped.

Three days later, Roger was blocked by a turbulent river more than 50 meters wide.

He stopped on the unknown hill and saw the river in the north winding from east to west.

The river roared, cutting the mountains on both sides of the river, forming a funnel-shaped canyon more than 200 meters wide.

Roger looked around and saw the canyon near him appearing in the character "u" and his mouth was facing north.

The other side of the river is wrapped in the character "u" with a raised mountain bag, which is about 40 meters above the river surface. The widest part of the mountain bag is nearly 1,500 meters.

There is a city on this mountain, surrounded by city walls.

The city wall is sticking to the bottom of the character "u" and is built along the edge of the steep canyon on the river bank. To the north, the city wall firmly seals the opening of the character "u" and has a city gate in the middle.

On the west side of the character "u", a wooden bridge with two piers spans the river surface, connecting both sides of the canyon.

Opposite the bridge, in the northwest corner of the city, under the escort of two thick towers, a side door greets pedestrians coming and going on the bridge.

Roger turned his gaze to the city.

The most conspicuous thing in the city is the tall cathedral located roughly in the center. The towering cross made Roger realize that he had left the Arab territory and returned to the Christian territory.

Not far from the cathedral, there is a courtyard-like fortress with tower guards at all corners, which should be the mansion of the city lord.

On the northwest side of the city, near the side door, a white synagogue is very eye-catching.

A little further away, on the east side of the north main gate, close to the city wall, there is a mosque. The square minaret is obviously a feature of the Berbers.

Other parts of the city were filled with square-shaped buildings that looked like courtyards. The roofs were filled with red or gray tiles.

The streets and alleys that are curved and intertwined like messy are hidden among these buildings.

“Where is this?”
Chapter completed!