Roger stood in front of a village house, with rivers and plains in front of the door, and could see the mountains in the distance.

There are abundant crops on the plains, and large orchards can be seen everywhere.

The mountains on the other side of the plain are bare and brown.

The large and small gravel on the riverbed looks dry and white under the noon sunlight in summer.

The river flows gurgling and flows southward into Taranto Bay.

The sea water near the shore of the bay is full of blue waves, clear and clear, and it becomes dark blue if it is a little further away.

The knights finished their rest and boarded their horses one after another.

The horse's hooves trampled on the dirt roads in the village, and the dust flew, sprinkled on the leaves on both sides, and the trunks were covered with dust.

The wind blowing from the south bay brings a hint of coolness.

Several impatient leaves fell in the wind, lying on the road pale sunburned by the sun, and soon curled up and lost their original color.

Roger's eyes looked southeast along the dirt road, and the bell tower of the Church of San Qatardo in Taranto was constantly twisting in the heat wave.

"Sir, the guards have been assembled."

So Roger turned over and rode on the "Gift II" and took the troops to trot southeast.

The five-year-old horse under his seat is very strong, with the color of the maroon fur exactly the same as the "gift" and the appearance is basically the same.

It is a purebred English thoroughbred horse, just like its father's "gift".

But it does not have the rebelliousness of its father and the bad habit of bullying good and fearing evil, and it is very well-behaved.

So it is a good horse, and that's all, it can never replace "gifts".

Roger did not bring a "gift" with him during this trip.

The "gift" is 19 years old and is basically over the age of a servant. It can be ridden occasionally, but it is fully armed. It is too burdened by it and it will make it last forever. Roger is reluctant to leave it alone.

Over the years, under Roger's doting, "gifts" that were not subject to any restraint became the king of the stable.

It goes wherever it wants, grabs the food of any horse, and sleeps with the horse it wants.

The "gift" opened a harem in the stables of the Palermo Palace. Roger not only did not stop it, but also specially bought a pure blood mare from England to enrich the harem of the "gift".

So one after another, the pure and non-pure blood "Gift II" was born.

As for another BMW "Golden Retriever", since Elvira's first sight has become her exclusive mount, and Roger has never rode it again.

The "Golden Retriever" has its own stable, and the "gift" is separated.

Roger cannot get the second Turkmen horse for the time being, so he only has the mixed-race "Golden Retriever II".

Roger stopped recalling his memories, clamped his legs slightly hard, and the well-behaved maroon horse immediately accelerated.

The west-side sun pulled out a golden avenue in Taranto Bay, so dazzling that it was almost impossible to see the large number of sails approaching far to the west.

Roger stood in front of a canal-like strait, opposite the strait was a small island.

The island is very small, only one thousand meters long and three hundred meters wide. It guards the best harbour in southern Italy.

There is a small town on the island, and the houses in the city are crowded and almost falling into the water.

There are all buildings that should be found, with the church of Sant'Qatardo in the middle and a fortress on the south, which should be the residence of the city lord.

The guards in charge of the ferry rejected Roger's request.

"No one can pass without the permission of the Regent Philip!"

"Bold, this is Lord Roger, Earl of Sicily. You are a country bumpkin. You dare to stand and talk to the adults. Why don't you kneel down quickly!"

Roger nodded in praise to Henk's domineering attitude.

He did not know anything about Philip, he knew that the one who inherited the Prince of Antioch and the Earl of Taranto was the child of Boschmond and the newly married French princess two years before his death.

The child inherited his cousin's name, also known as Bosimund.

Boschmond, a young man, should be 8 years old and not yet adult. It is logical that his mother can be regent.

Roger forgot what the French princess was called, but it would never be a name like Philip.

"I don't care who you are. Without the permission of the Regent, it's not possible!"

Roger stopped Henk's abuse, he had no intention of making things difficult for those who were doing things, he said:

"Please report to me and say that Roger, the Earl of Sicily, is here to visit."

Roger signaled Henk to hand over a wallet.

The guards were confused about the weight of their wallet and then shouted to the other side of the strait.

So someone on the other side ran to the fortress to report.

After a while, a gray-haired old man dressed in a servant ran out and ran all the way to the ferry.

He shouted, "The Regent agreed to accept the interview with His Excellency Roger."

So the guards let Roger and his personal guards cross the narrow strait.

Roger was angry. He thought, a regency dared to let me meet!

He looked at the servant who was passing the message coldly, and he found that the man was not too old, but the scars on his face and gray hair made him look particularly vicissitudes.

Roger snorted, "What is my nephew doing?"

The servant replied respectfully: "Mr. Roger, the young master is still studying."

Roger looked at the servant's calloused tiger mouth and said, "You call 'Young Master'? Are you my cousin's subordinate?"

"Yes, sir, I used to be the guard of His Excellency the Prince."

Roger immediately changed his attitude and asked, "What's your name? How many years have you followed Boschmond?"

"Sir, you can call me Rinaldi, I was in the guard before the prince left Taranto and participated in the siege of Amalfi."

"What are you doing in the mansion now?"

"I am a servant in charge of delivering messages."

"This is not the position where the prince's old subordinate should stay. If you want, you can follow me and I will give you the dignity you deserve."

"Thank you for your appreciation, but sorry, I have sworn to protect the prince and his family."

"Are you a knight?"

"Yes, the prince canonized."

Roger immediately got off the horse and walked with the other party.

He felt that although the other party's status was far lower than that of him, he had a character that was respected by him.

He is willing to walk with such a person.

Roger asked politely: "Knight Rinaldi, tell me, who is Philip?"

"He is the princess' cousin. After the prince was called, he came to do things for the princess, and he was very trusted by the princess."

Rinaldi's tone was plain, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

But he didn't use respectful titles, and didn't even say "Phillip", just used "him".

Roger could sense that Rinaldi was not as calm as he appeared.

Soon Roger entered the fortress.

He saw the fortress gate open and the guards were lazily.

There was a Frenchman dressed as a housekeeper who guided Roger forward, and at the same time, he was very unceremonious and repelled Renardi in pure French.

Roger was not in a hurry to leave. He watched Renardi leave while waiting for his personal guard to come in.

He whispered a few words to Henk, and Henk took the order to leave.
Chapter completed!