Aura quickly retracted her hand and grasped the stick tightly. She shouted: "Ruggiero, crawl out slowly, don't use too much force."

Roger stretched out his arms,

He was anxious, self-blaming, and uncomfortable,

But he could only move slowly, slowly pull out his legs, and slowly crawl over,

He climbed out of the mud.

He and Aura crawled together, and they climbed to the foot of a nearby small tree.

Roger grabbed Aura's hand and searched eagerly: "Where did you bite it? Where?"

He saw the blood in Aura's palm, and he immersed himself in sucking it.

"You ** hurt me."

Aura wanted to take her hand back.

"No bite."

Roger sucked out a mouthful of blood and spit it out.

"I'll be gentler, don't be afraid of pain."

He leaned forward again, then his slow mind froze for a moment, and he raised his head.

"It hurts? You said you feel pain?"

"It didn't bite me."

"What about this blood?"

"Torn with a stick."

Roger stared blankly at Aura's bloody palm, and then started to laugh, so silly.

Aura was also amused by him, and the two of them laughed "chichi" together.

Then Ola suddenly said: "I didn't get far away from that snake!"

So the two people looked at each other for a moment.

They no longer dared to dawdle, nor did they stand up. They just crawled on all fours, like two lizards.

They kept climbing until they reached the river beach.

Roger stood up and looked at the river. The water looked calm, a little muddy, like a piece of linen.

Aura led the way and they walked along the river beach.

Roger's body covered with mud was blown by the cold wind on the river. He was stunned and sneezed several times in succession.

Aura looked back at him and said: "**It's too wet here to make a fire. Let's walk a little further and wait until we cross the river. We'll make a fire on the other side to keep warm."

"How to get there? Can you swim there? I know how to swim."

"The current is so strong that it's not a good idea to swim through it.

"Even though the water seems to be motionless, it's actually just because the water here is wide. When you get to the narrow place in front of the river, you'll know how fast it flows."

Roger saw a dead tree drifting upstream and overtook and overtook them. He knew that Aura was right.

They kept walking.

Roger asked: "How to get there?"

Ola: "There is a bridge ahead."

"Bridge?" Roger looked around, "There is a bridge in such a deserted place? Who would build a bridge here?"

Aura smiled "hehe", as if sharing a secret with a friend, and said somewhat mysteriously and somewhat proudly: "Created by God."

Roger was confused, so he asked, but Ola didn't tell him, and asked him to guess. When he guessed wrong, Ola laughed, and asked him to guess again, but she didn't tell him the answer.

Roger was so angry that he stopped guessing and didn't speak. The two of them walked in silence.

"Hey, cheapskate, are you angry?" Ola teased him again.

"Not angry."

"Then why don't you speak?"

"What are you talking about? What do you want me to say?"

"Say whatever you want, otherwise it would be boring to walk like this. Why don't you just talk about Palermo."

"Palermo, that's a huge scallop shell on the blue seaside."

"I know about the shells. There are merchants in the town who sell them on strings. They are very beautiful. I used to have a bunch of them, but I don't know where they went."

Aura paused and asked, "What does the sea look like?"

"You haven't seen it?"

"No, I heard people in the village say that after you name the mountains, keep walking until there are no more mountains, and you can see the sea. Tell me about the sea."

Roger suddenly wanted to tease her. He said, "Let me read you a poem about the sea."

"Okay, okay, read it."

"Ah, the sea, it's all water."

Aura waited for a while, but when Roger didn't speak, she asked: "Where's down there?"

"Gone."

"Nonsense, this is considered poetry? I have heard the bards in the town sing poetry, and they are all very long. They sing from noon to night. How can they be as short as you?"

Roger thought, you, the daughter of a bandit, are still talking about poetry with me. He said: "What do you know? Poems must be short and concise to be beautiful. Of course, the one just now does not count."

Roger recalled the appearance of the bard at the banquet in the castle.

He said: "During the aristocratic banquet, no one actually listened carefully to what the bards sang. They just wanted music, so the bards sang long poems until the end of the banquet. In fact, the poems were filled with water.

.”

"water?"

"Mixed with water, do you know that wine is mixed with water?"

"I know."

"What kind of wine is wine mixed with water?"

"Aha," Ola suddenly jumped up and turned to face Roger, "I almost frightened you."

Roger was confused, he thought, what's wrong?

"I have never seen the sea, the nobles, etc. you just mentioned. I thought you were knowledgeable. It turns out you made them all up."

"What did I make up?"

"You still want to lie to me. You are just like the third master, full of lies and nonsense, but you can't lie to me. I have already seen through it!"

"What is this?"

Aura stopped, put her hands on her hips, and declared proudly: "I have drunk wine. I have drunk all the wine they have in the inn in the town, and they are all mixed with water. So, the wine

, it just needs to be mixed with water!”

Roger felt very embarrassed. He thought, as the saying goes, as long as you are not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.

He changed the subject and asked: "Tell me about the Third Master. Is he the one riding my horse? How did he lie?"

Aura looked disgusted: "That guy has been encouraging the old guy to attack the town all day long. He said why stay in the mountains and suffer hardships, and conquer the town and let everyone enjoy the hot food and drink together."

He knows nothing, but many fools are confused by his words and want to make a fortune with him.

If the old guy and Uncle Hound hadn't suppressed him, he would have sold everyone."

"Aren't you bandits just robbing families and homes? Why can't you rob the town?"

"The French attacked the town, can the Normans agree?

Although the old guy scolded Earl Roger, he had seen the Normans and he would never mess with them. Uncle Hound also said not to mess with them.

But that guy in charge of the Third House has no skills, he just talks a lot, yet there are so many idiots who believe in him."

"You don't like them being bandits, you don't care what they do."

"But I don't want to watch the people in the village die either."

...

By the time Apollo's carriage was almost halfway through, most of the mud on Roger's body had dried.

The sun has been shining brightly, but Roger just feels cold.

He saw the river narrowing here, the water churning, the dead branches pushing, and people scrambling to squeeze through under the "bridge" Aura said.

The "bridge" is actually a crooked tree, with its thick trunk growing all the way to the other side of the river.

Aura introduced: "After crossing this bridge, there is a shortcut to the town. If you go along the river, you have to go around in a circle."

She took the lead and climbed up the tree trunk. Roger saw her straddling the tree trunk with her legs spread apart, moving slowly and climbing over in an ugly way.

He held back his laughter and thought, this girl's balance is too bad. She can just walk over such a wide and flat tree trunk, but there is no need to climb like this.

Aura waved to him when she reached the other side.
Chapter completed!