When Roger woke up, he smelled a strong burnt smell.

Before he could fully awake, he held his head that was about to be cracked and shouted outside the tent:

"It's so bad, the rice is so bad, hurry..."

When Roger said this, he was stunned.

He thought, it seems that it is not right to say that the engine should be turned off or the gas should be turned off.

A guard leaned in from outside the tent, and he asked:

"Captain, are you awake?"

Roger asked in a angrily way:

"Do I look like I'm sleepwalking?"

So a servant came in to serve and brought water mixed with honey.

Roger finished drinking "ton tons" in one go, and he felt much better.

He asked, "What's going on outside? Is there something on fire?"

The servant replied: "It was the monks who were burning the bodies."

"Corps? Whose corpse?"

"The corpses of those bandits we killed."

"Aren't they all buried?"

"The monks said that without the burial of the Zhongfu, the souls of the dead will not be guided and will wander forever on this land and eventually become accomplices of the demons."

Roger thought, this set of things was as true.

But he didn't care. Cremation was not unacceptable to a soul like him who came from the East in the future.

What's more, it's not him who cremated.

Roger thought it would be better if the body was cremated, so that it would not be pulled out by wild animals, which would reduce the possibility of causing plague.

He shouted to the outside of the tent:

"Guards, go and tell the soldiers and help the monks as much as possible."

He heard a guard outside the tent and left.

So Roger went out leisurely until he finished breakfast and his head was not hurting.

Outside the camp, he saw the Bulgarian Patriarch Kosma who presided over the ceremony.

He saw Cosma's face flushed and excited, muttering constantly, his arms were still waving as if he was drawing a cross.

Roger felt that Cosma was like a wizard who danced a great god.

Seeing that the other person was busy, he didn't bother him.

Roger looked around and saw piles of firewood everywhere, new piles of burning out, burning.

He couldn't count how many black smoke was rising. At a rough look, it was like seeing a large forest of black pine trees in autumn and winter.

The wind was not strong, and the black smoke rose straight and dissipated in the air, so the whole sky became hazy.

Cosma had finished his jump at the gods at some point, and he came over and greeted Roger happily:

"Thank you, Roger, with the soldiers helping you, you can finish this morning."

Roger could see that Cosma was in a good mood, so he asked in an inadvertent tone:

"It's over, where are you going?"

"Go back, the monks go back to the monastery of Mount Athos, and I go back to the castle of Adrian."

“Is the road peaceful?”

Cosma was stunned. He thought for a while and then asked Roger:

"Captain Roger, I came with cavalry protection when I came, and now all the cavalry have run away.

"There are no big problems when going back to Thessalonika, and there are monks with me.

"Then the monks went south to the Holy Mountain of Athos, and I was the only one who went back to Adrian Castle, which was indeed a bit dangerous.

"Look, can you lend me a team of cavalry and escort me back?"

Roger was actually waiting for Cosma's words.

He smiled and said, "Mr. Patriarch, I see you as you treat my father. How could I see you in trouble and refuse to help you?

"I will have my cavalry captain, personally lead 200 cavalrymen, escort you all the way until you enter the church in Adrian Castle.

"In fact, if I hadn't been busy with military affairs here, I would even want to lead my own team and protect you."

Cosma was very satisfied with Roger's attitude. He happily patted Roger's shoulders, his mouth wide open, and his broken teeth were visible.

Roger then made a request:

"Prince Patriarch, I have had a little misunderstanding with the cavalry you brought before.

"Look, after you return to Adrian Castle, can you help me speak a few good words before the Duke of Bavaria?

"Everyone is Christian, it's not good to be kind to be sad for a little thing."

Cosma smiled and looked at Roger, saying, "Is that a little misunderstanding?"

Roger wants to explain a few more words.

Cosma slapped Roger on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I'll go and plead for you."

Roger was overjoyed. He felt that this troublesome thing that upset him was finally settled.

In the afternoon, the Patriarch Kosma, under the protection of the cavalry led by Odin, led the monks to leave the grave full of simple crosses.

A little later, Roger led the large army to set off on the road.

After a few days of marching, Roger left the Epirus Mountains and set foot on the Thracian Plain.

As they walked along the avenue left by the ancient Romans to the outskirts of Thessalonika.

Muttier, who is in charge of logistics, reported to Roger: "Captain, do you want to replenish some supplies?"

Roger asked: "Why, isn't it enough?"

Muttier said: "I've calculated it, and it's barely enough to use Adrian Castle.

"However, I guess the supplies in Adrian Castle should not be much left after they were consumed by the Duke of Bavaria.

"Even if they are willing to sell it to us then, the price will probably not be cheap.

"I think the city of Thessalonika is so big, and it must be rich in supplies and the price will not be very expensive.

"So, why not add more here first."

Roger thought it was a good idea.

So he sent a small team of men and wagons to Thessalonika to purchase.

He then ordered the troops to camp in the field.

In the evening, Muttier suddenly broke into Roger's tent and threw himself in front of him.

The Arab man's face was covered in tears and he hugged Roger's legs tightly with his trembling hands.

He cried, "They, they killed our people, killed us, killed us!"

Roger's face tightened, he kicked Muttier away, got up and left.

He couldn't even wait to wear armor, so he rode his horse and ran towards Thessalonika.

Several guards rushed to catch up with him.

Roger walked all the way, and soon he saw the walls of Thessalonika.

On the wall, there were a row of corpses hanging on the wall near the city gate.

All of them are Roger's soldiers.

The team that purchased supplies, one of them was hung there.

Roger ran angrily to the city and opened an arrow.

He shouted loudly at the guard who had already pulled the crossbow on the city wall:

"Give me a reason! A reason!"

There was a guard dressed as a team leader on the city wall and replied arrogantly:

"Thessalonika only welcomes the dead Sicilians, not the living Sicilians, get out! The Saracenians' lackeys!"

Roger's eyes were filled with blood, his scalp was swelling, and his hair was raised.

The guards next to them looked at Roger with a worried look on their faces, but no one came forward to persuade them.

In Roger's mind, the old man in Togabu robe appeared again.

This time, the old man's robe was soaked with blood, and the blood beads even fell drop by drop from the bottom of the robe.

The old man looked arrogant. He held the collar of his chest with his left hand and stretched his right hand straight forward.

He said: I come, I see, I conquer.

Roger gasped heavily, like a bull on a bullring.

Then he took a deep breath and took a deep breath.

His face turned red as if he was burned by the scorching sun in the scorching heat, and the frost hanging in his eyes was like the ice crystals of winter.

He said, "Let's go!"
Chapter completed!