Roger gave up writing in a self-deprecating way.

He stood up and came to the wooden door inlaid with stained glass, opened the door, and walked to the spacious balcony of the Norman Palace.

The guard on duty on the balcony saluted Roger, and Roger nodded, so the guard continued on duty.

Roger looked around and saw that the entire Palermo was presented before him. The most eye-catching thing in all the buildings was the church with a large bell tower.

There is more than one church like this.

There are many more small churches, countless.

Roger knew that since his rule, there had been more and more Palermo Christians. In order to meet their prayer needs, small Catholic churches have been emerging like bamboo shoots after the rain.

But the most brilliant one is always the main church in the center of Palermo, the Church of San Qatardo.

Roger could find the church at a glance, and the three red round bags on the roof of the church were extremely eye-catching.

This main church is a typical Arabic style, and is in line with the mosque near the Norman Palace, which also has a red round roof.

Roger knew that in fact it was originally a mosque.

After his father, the late Earl Roger, the old Earl, occupied Palermo, Christians converted the mosque in the city center into a church.

They were modified under a solid square structure, adding hidden arcades, exquisite window decorations, Norman-style arches, and portraits of Christ and other biblical figures were painted on the interior walls.

But in this church, some obvious Arabic elements have always been preserved and coexist in harmony with the Christ elements.

Roger thought, like the city under his rule, even the entire Sicily, Christians and Iranians, and Jews lived in harmony.

However, Roger also felt that such a repaired main church cannot show the wealth of Sicily and will inevitably be underestimated by others.

He thought that if he had the opportunity in the future, he would build a brand new cathedral directly. Anyway, there was an architect in the territory, so he was not short of money.

The bell of "Dang, Dang" was still ringing, and finally pulled Roger's attention away.

Roger saw from afar that many people gathered at the entrance of the church.

His eyes are not as sensitive as his ears.

He vaguely saw that it was a beautiful bride, wrapped in a beautiful dress, and could not see clearly the appearance.

But Roger felt that the bride seemed too thin, as thin as a skeleton.

He laughed at himself, no one would marry a skeleton as a bride.

Roger focused on the bride's outfit.

He saw a long golden silk hem in his beautiful dress, according to tradition.

The bride wore a ribbon made of gold thread on her head and a shining brooch on her chest.

Roger saw the bride being given to the groom by her father.

The priest intervened and held the bride and groom's hands together.

Then, the groom touched his wife's three fingers one by one and put on a blessing ring that symbolized the happiness of marriage.

Roger heard the priest's declaration in his sensitive ears:

"This ring is given to love and protects the bride from the devil's attack."

He saw his wife bowing respectfully before her husband.

He thought that the groom and the bride would kneel at the priest's feet and salute, but they did not do so.

Roger saw her husband take out the coins again.

He heard his husband say, "I marry you in the name of this ring, and I respect you through these 13 coins, and I will bring this dowry and I will bless you."

Roger saw that the coins in her husband's hand were not handed over to the bride in the end, but were directly distributed to the priest, assistant and the poor around him.

Roger saw the people around him cheering and heard them bless the newlywed couple.

He also heard that everyone present praised Jesus under the command of the priest and used prayer as the end of the entire ceremony.

Roger thought that over the years, the priests have worked hard to bring Catholicism into people's daily lives.

He knew that this was not the case before. At the wedding a few years ago, there was no position as a priest.

At that time, marriage was a family matter.

The young woman's hand was handed to her fiancé by her father.

The fiancé gave her a wedding ring and then she gave her a token.

Finally, there is a feast.

It has nothing to do with religion.

Roger remembered that in that grand ceremony worthy of Adelaide's identity, Bishop Palermo was always present, but he was always just a bystander and did not participate in any ceremony.

He thought, Adelaide always emphasized not to let the church climb onto the head of the ruler.

The church tried every means to use religion to interfere in secular affairs. Whether it was a wedding, a funeral, or even a meal, they had to interfere.

Roger knew that this was the battle between secular and theocracy, and it would be a protracted battle.

A familiar sound of footsteps interrupted Roger's thoughts.

He turned around and saw Elvira with two sword eyebrows, and Shi Ran walked towards him.

She said, "Dear, what are you watching here?"

"Oh, my sweetheart, I'm wondering, what if we have a church wedding too?"

Elvira reached out and touched Roger's forehead, and put it on his head to test.

Her eyes were as gentle as water, her tone was warm and comfortable, she said:

"Dalang, it's time to take medicine."

Roger's head was as if he was hit by a 10,000 tons of hammer, and he was so dizzy that he could hardly stand.

He held Elvira's shoulder with both hands and said with a wry smile:

"Elvira, I've told you that this joke is not fun."

"But I think it's very interesting, Dalang..."

"I'll turn my back on you by calling 'Dalang' again!" Roger looked fierce and evil.

Elvira leaned against Roger's arms like a little white rabbit.

She said flatteringly: "Okay, okay, Lord Roger, don't say it. Then can you tell an extra chapter of Eastern stories tonight?"

"Do you have to talk more? If you talk more, you won't have time to do anything else at night."

"I don't care. I'm addicted to anyone who makes the oriental stories you tell so interesting.

"Or why don't you invite Catalan, the minstrel who tells Eastern stories.

"Besides talking about it, what else do you want to do except sleep at night?"

Roger thought, there is no bard in Catalonia who can tell Eastern stories, I compiled it.

He said: "There are so many things that we can do, such as, we can play games, those kind of poking around. Otherwise, let's play now?"

"Bah, I won't practice swords with you."

"What are you afraid of? Which time didn't you win?"

After Roger finished speaking, he suddenly felt that he was so indifferent.

He thought it was all because of his wife's high martial arts value.

"Even if I win, I won't fight you anymore.

"Roger, as long as you draw out your sword, what you spit out from your sweet mouth is nothing to human words.

"It's really disgusting. I'll be sad for several days when I fight you."

"This is called "Sword of Honey" and is a kind of swordsmanship that has been passed down from my swordsmanship teacher, Baron Rolo.

"Do you know? After Rolo drew his sword, his mocking words could make the dead get up and the living die.

"I also want to carry forward this swordsmanship and pass it on to form a school.

"I have thought of the name, it is called 'Secret Sword, Mouth Cannon Flow'. How about it, is it majestic enough?"

"Don't bother me anymore, vomit."

Elvira retching a few times, her face becoming a little ugly.
Chapter completed!