Roger resumed routine patrols in the future.

On the way, he tried every means to train the pony, get used to it and obey his command.

This is not a simple matter. "Gifts" often have their own ideas, and each person and one horse enhances tacit understanding in awkward manner.

During this time, Roger noticed that new travelers came to the mountain people's camp, as well as women who were dressed in gorgeous clothes but looked unfair. They were like staring at rotten flies, entering and leaving the sheds one by one.

Roger doesn't care about these things, he is now focused on the dam. The progress of the dam is gratifying, so Roger usually feels in a good mood.

As long as he didn't look at the two wide short canals, the two damn stone doors were still not where they should be.

Roger finally couldn't bear it anymore, and he rushed to the church construction site in anger.

He didn't care about Angelica, who showed a bright smile to him, and ran straight to the craftsman's place.

He saw that the semi-finished product of the stone gate was still lying in its original place.

Roger found the stonemason who was carving the stigma and said, "You have to give me an explanation anyway, why is my stone gate not finished yet?"

"I've been sculpting all the time, this is a meticulous job."

"You've been sculpting? Why do I see that they haven't changed much?"

"Why didn't it? Come on, I'll tell you."

The stonemason took Roger to the stone gate and asked him to watch the carvings on the door.

Roger had never paid attention to it before. He only cared about the appearance of the stone door and never thought that the stonemason would carve them.

The stonemason proudly introduced Roger to his masterpiece: "Look, the surrounding setting has been completed, and the angel in the middle has also carved its wings and body, leaving only its head and arms without carving. This is the most delicate part, and I need to brew it before I can start."

Roger was speechless. He thought, I just wanted two simple stone doors, just flat ones, who wanted you to carve it?

He thought again, there are several stonemasons here, why did I have this brain cramp at that time?

Roger recalled, and he remembered it.

......

"Master, can you let your stonemason carve something for me?"

"As long as it doesn't affect the progress of the church, it will be charged. But don't worry, you get what you pay for and you won't suffer any losses."

"Money is not a problem, you have to be well-deserved."

"Then I recommend the 'artist' to you. He is my best stonemason, a native of Provence in Southern France. He studied carving in Florence and studied in Rome. He can carve whatever you can think of."

"Okay, just him."

......

Roger covered his face, and the "artist" was still talking about his masterpiece: "I haven't figured out who to refer to yet, and the posture of the hand is also a problem. I have several solutions, all of which are good. But if you use this, you can't use that, which is really confusing."

Roger couldn't stand it anymore. If this "artist" continues to carve like this, it may not be completed by this time next year.

His eyes rolled, and he had an idea. He interrupted the "artist"'s nagging and said to him: "Do you know the iceberg principle?"

"What is an iceberg?"

Roger slapped his forehead and felt that talking to Xia Chong was really tiring.

He changed his statement: "Only God can create perfection, mortals cannot do perfection."

The “artist” nodded in recognition.

Roger continued: "So the more you pursue perfection, the more you expose the imperfection of the work."

"What should I do?"

"Everyone has a different understanding of beauty. The beauty in your eyes may not be what others think of beauty, so it is better to leave room for others to imagine it."

"Then you can't be so useless."

Roger thought, that's what I meant. But he didn't say that.

Roger looked around and found a beautiful fallen leaf. He put it on the stone door and said, "As for fallen leaves, do you think it is beautiful?"

"The artist" was a little confused, but he still said according to Roger's meaning: "In terms of fallen leaves, it is pretty."

Then Roger put the fallen leaves on a pile of fallen leaves and said, "Let's take a look now."

"The artist" looked at it, rubbed his eyes and looked again and again. He seemed to understand a little, and he said, "It's not as good as it was just now."

Roger said in a hot and said, "So you have to highlight the key points, and you don't have to pursue perfection in every aspect. As long as you highlight one key, other aspects should be weakened, leaving room for imagination."

The "artist" is thinking.

Roger decided to work harder. When he saw Angelica passing by, he called her over.

Roger lets the submissive Angelica stand in front of the "artist" and he covers her face with his hands.

He asked the "artist": "Do you think she is beautiful?"

“Average.”

Roger let go of his hand and said to Angelica: "Smile."

Angelica showed two little tiger teeth and gave Roger a bright smile.

Roger focused on fooling the "artist": "What are you looking at it now?"

The "artist" suddenly realized it, and he shouted, "I understand!"

Roger secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He knew he had succeeded. He thought, the stone gate could be completed as soon as possible.

Roger rode away on his horse, leaving behind an inexplicable Angelica and an inexplicable excited "artist".

In the following days, Roger still patrolled the dam every day and competed with Xiaoma, and lived a leisurely life.

However, before the "artist" could bring him good news, God first gave him bad news, it was raining.

This autumn rain came suddenly.

Roger braved the rain and rushed to the dam. The construction site was a little confused, but the work continued.

He went up to the dam and saw that water had accumulated in front of the dam, which was turbid. The rainwater on the hillsides on both sides was eroding mud and was constantly pouring into the river. The water from the upstream was also pouring in. Fortunately, it did not bring any gravel and tree trunks. This should be Amir's credit.

Roger had no choice now. He just observed anxiously and did not return to the village until nightfall.

On the way back, he felt his head swelling a little, and he got a fever the next day.

The baron told him to rest well in the house, and he said, "You should take good care of yourself. I will go to the dam construction site to see it and come back to tell you."

Angelica also came to accompany him, take care of him, and pray for him.

Roger felt that praying was actually useless, but having a bird chirping around him made him feel much more anxious.

The rain came quickly and stopped quickly. It was sunny after only two days of falling.

The Baron brought back all the good news: "The dam is fine, it has no water seepage or collapse."

Roger had already subsided and he wanted to go and see it by himself, but the Baron disagreed and insisted that he be fully maintained.

So Roger had to tease the birds in the house.

"I'll go out for a walk."

"No."

"Just a moment."

"No, the Baron said, you need to rest."

"I'm fine, I've been sweating."

"Be good, our little Roger is the most obedient, right?"

"You're so weird, who did you learn from?"

"My mom, she said that when I was sick."

"You look so stupid when you say this." Roger's tone was very irritating, and he was in a bad mood.

"Oh." Angelica didn't argue with Roger. She smiled and followed Roger's wishes.

"Tell me about the dam." Roger's mind was full of earth dams.

So Angelica took out everything she knew, but most of it was Roger who had known for a long time. And she didn't know much in total, and she had nothing to say as she talked.

So there was only an awkward silence left in the room.

"I'll sing for you."

Roger looked up at Angelica who recommended herself, and he could see the other party's bareness.

Angelica hesitated and brewed, as if she had finally saved enough courage, she started singing.

She sang stumblingly, incoherently, and inconspicuously.

Roger barely heard this was a Latin cherry that he remembered listening to during his monastery.

Angelica stopped embarrassedly, and she said, "I didn't sing well. The dean taught me several times, but I still couldn't sing well."

Roger didn't care whether he sang well or not. He comforted Gillica and said, "It sang very well."
To be continued...