"Sir, I recommend this to you when I eat 'Harmon'."

The housekeeper ordered the waiter to bring a bottle of red wine.

The waiter poured the wine into a wooden cup.

The housekeeper looked at the wooden cup with grief and anger on his face, and his tight lips trembled slightly.

Roger knew that it was a humiliation to the butler of the City Lord's Mansion.

But he actually doesn't care.

Whether it was a cup with gold-plated silver or a wooden cup, he even drank red wine with a disposable paper cup in his previous life.

He didn't care.

Roger deliberately created topics to alleviate the embarrassment of the housekeeper.

He asked: "What are the characteristics of this red wine?"

"Ah, this is a good wine."

The housekeeper returned to normal, he introduced:

"This wine was brought by His Majesty Uraka from Galicia."

Roger was a little surprised.

He knew Ulaca had been away from Toledo for a while.

He knew that in this era, the method of adding sulfur dioxide to kill yeast to preserve freshness has not yet spread. Most wines will last for a long time, and the yeast in the wine will continue to ferment and turn the wine into vinegar.

Roger asked, “How many years have this wine been left? Can it still be drunk?”

The housekeeper said proudly: "Yes, it can drink.

"This wine is made from high-quality Mencia grapes, a specialty of the Iberian Peninsula and is not available anywhere else.

“The red wine made from Mencia grapes has the aroma of black cherry, the taste is fresh and full of fruity flavor, plenty of acidity, and soft and silky tannins.

"The biggest feature of this wine is its aging potential."

Roger habitually shook the wooden cup while listening.

Then he realized that the wine at this time had no sulfur dioxide and did not require long-term sobering, otherwise the tannins would be overoxidized.

So Roger picked up the wooden cup and sipped it.

The fragrant aroma of wine spreads in his mouth, rises to his nasal cavity, crosses the nasal mucosa and reaches the epithelial tissue to contact the olfactory cilia.

Roger instantly felt a sense of pleasure.

At the same time, the sour wine stimulated his taste buds and stimulated his salivary glands.

Roger felt his appetite wide.

He swallowed the wine in his mouth.

The wine flowed through his throat like water without any barrier, without any irritation to his throat and esophagus.

After the wine falls into the stomach bag, it turns into a warm current, warming the entire abdominal cavity.

Roger felt good.

So he ate another slice of ham and then took a bite of Mencia red wine.

The unpleasantness in the morning gradually dissipates in the sun like the mist in the early morning.

Roger's mood was getting better again.

He thought that in fact he had received support from Christians and Jews in the city.

Even if the Elans don't help, it's nothing. They will definitely not make trouble, and this is OK.

He thought that businessmen's support was not necessary either.

The city lord's mansion has sufficient supplies, and he is just making the worst plans, so he needs their help.

But things may not reach the worst. Maybe there is no need to do anything by yourself, and the crisis will be resolved by yourself.

Roger had a great time eating.

Then he took out parchment paper to read the spy's confession while sucking the wine.

At this time Father Dominic came in and he brought bad news.

"What! Didn't you say that all Christians in the city listen to you!"

Roger followed the priest out with a tiger face.

He looked at the dozens of people sparsely in the square at the gate of the city lord's mansion.

"You just recruited so many people?"

"It's hard."

"Don't sigh to me about the Sages and tell me, what's going on?"

"The people in the city are afraid that once they join the army and fight with the Aragonists, the Aragonists will cause trouble for the families of the militiamen after the city is broken, so..."

"The city is broken? If the city is broken, we will both finish it! That's all we can do!"

"But those people don't think so. They think that as long as they don't provoke the Aragons, the Aragons may not do anything to them if the city is broken."

Roger knew that this possibility was actually very big.

"Then aren't they afraid that I'll cause trouble for them now?"

"They are also afraid, but more people think you will run away like Fernando."

Roger thought, hell, the impact of Fernando's escape without fighting seems to be quite big. When will he be cheated by the mess left by this guy?

At this time, two teams of soldiers lined up in neat rows, walked out of the alley and assembled in the square.

The militia and swordsmen in the city lord's mansion also came out to line up.

Rubio stepped forward to report:

"Sir, as you told me, except for those on duty at the city gate, all other soldiers have come."

Roger looked at the three teams of soldiers carefully.

He first looked at the militia swordsman.

These swordsmen are well-mannered, have a simple iron helmet on their heads, wear golden cloth robes, and wear simple leather armor that can only protect their chest and abdomen. They are equipped with leather shields, and have a one-handed sword hanging at their waists.

Roger pulled out a swordsman's sword to check it. He saw that there were rust marks on the surface of the sword, and the blades were cut on both sides, and there were gaps on the blade.

He waved it a few times, feeling that it was not very handy and the matching weight was not done well.

He asked, "Where did this sword come from?"

The swordsman replied: "Sir, it was eliminated by the main force."

"All your swordsmen's swords are?"

"Yes, sir."

Rubio said ashamedly from the side: "Sir, they are second-line troops after all, and the best equipment is for the main troops."

Roger returned the sword to the swordsman, and he said, "Take a look."

The swordsman took the sword and practiced a few moves with a shield.

Roger saw that the swordsman had a good foundation for advancing and retreating, and his moves were not slowed down. It was obviously practiced for many years.

Rubio straightened his back and reported: "Sir, I have been training them all the time, which means I have suffered from the loss of equipment. Otherwise, I may not be worse than the main force."

Roger was very satisfied and said to Rubio: "These militia swordsmen are good, you have a credit."

Rubio accepted the praise without any modesty: "Thank you for your praise!"

Roger looked at the crossbow-carrying militia again.

The soldiers held crossbows, had quiveres on their waists, cloth hats and gray cloth robes.

Roger asked them to practice.

After several rounds of volleys, Roger found that these soldiers were pretty good at heads, but the speed of arrows on the crossbow was slow, and these soldiers had no armor at all. If they shot against others, they would probably suffer a loss.

Roger asked Rubio: "Why don't you match them with any armor?"

Rubio looked like "you know" and spread his hands:

"The second-line troops, and on weekdays, only need to defend the city walls, they do not need to fight in field battles, the city walls can provide defense."

Roger nodded, and he turned his attention to the spear sergeant.

Rubio introduced: "These people are not militiamen, they are professional soldiers, recruited from the lower class people, and joining the army and fighting is their means to support their families."

Roger saw that the soldiers were wearing leather hats, white cloth robe, no armor, holding spears and long giant wooden shields more than half a man.

Roger asked the spear sergeant to practice.

These professional soldiers are skilled in combat skills and well-trained, and can form square formations to advance and retreat, and can also form a hedgehog-like circular formation.

Roger felt that this small spear sergeant formation might be able to take advantage of the cavalry.
Chapter completed!