Roger first went to the Royal Monastery of San Juan and San Peraiyo. He should have said a separate sentence to Princess Elvira before leaving.

Mrs. Duzina warmly received Roger, and she even let Roger's men enter the door.

She praised Danny for being handsome, Victor for being elegant, Miledi for being elegant, and the knights for being majestic.

Roger rewarded Mrs. Duzina with another gold coin.

He told Mrs. Duzina that he was going to Santiago for a pilgrimage.

Roger believed that Princess Elvira would not be missing his name during his departure.

Elvira met Roger openly in the reception room, and the two saluted.

The princess spoke first:

"Yesterday I shouldn't have...well, as soon as I picked up the sword, I only had the idea of ​​winning...

"Sorry. My mother taught me a good lesson yesterday."

Elvira played a mischievously stuck out her tongue.

Roger discovered that behind the generous princess identity, Elvira was actually just a 15 or 16-year-old girl.

"Sorry," she said, "I shouldn't have made any requests so proudly. Our marriage was made by my father and I have no right to refuse."

"It's nothing. When we get married, the woman will make requests, and sometimes it's even a problem. The man must show his sincerity through actions."

Roger was talking about modern marriage customs, and he felt that it was wrong after he said it.

But it seems that Elvira misunderstood the custom of Sicily.

"I want to apologize, too," Roger continued. "As soon as I pick up the sword, I will speak without any restraint... My swordsman is very good at ridiculing, and I am too..."

"I understand, this is a tactic. My swordsman said that any means to increase the chances of winning in a battle are correct."

"You have a good swordsman."

"Your is not bad either."

Roger hesitated.

He felt that the atmosphere of the conversation today was very good, and he couldn't bear to say goodbye.

But what I promised yesterday in front of everyone and my subordinates was ultimately done.

What's more, he is a little superstitious about things involving mysterious things. He doesn't want to break his oath.

"I'm going to go on a pilgrimage to Santiago. I'm going to get back a piece of scallop shell with a cross drawn. I can get one for you, too."

"I have it, I've been."

Elvira encourages Roger:

"Go, that's what the Warriors should do. You have to leave now, or you won't be able to get to the inn to stay at night."

"Well, indeed, sleeping in the open on rainy days is not a good idea, so I'll leave."

So Roger said goodbye politely and Elvira sent him to the door.

Roger and his party left Leon in the drizzle.

It was raining in Roger's heart.

He felt that this was a meaningless trip, and his plan to use a shell to please the princess failed at the beginning.

But I have already said my leave and it is hard not to go, otherwise it will be even more embarrassing.

Elvira seemed to have changed her mind, and Roger felt that he didn't need to be troubled at all.

No, Roger thought about it carefully, Elvira did not change her mind, she was just forced to accept reality by her mother.

He thought, I, a time traveler from modern society, would I be embarrassed to rely on feudal ethics to force my girl to marry me?

Roger was ignited with fighting spirit and he made up his mind.

He thought, I not only want her people, but also her heart.

He thought, wasn't it just to prove that he was a warrior? What's the difficulty?

He decided that even if he bet on the face of the time traveler, he would have to pick this pure and noble lily by himself.

Leon is all mountainous areas to the west, and the road is a bit rugged but not difficult to walk.

There are stones with shell patterns engraved along the way, so don’t worry about getting lost.

Roger looked back at Leon as he climbed halfway up the mountain.

The gilded bronze rooster on the tower made him easily find the royal monastery of San Juan and San Peraio.

Roger thought, wait, Elvira, wait for me to complete this stupid pilgrimage mission, and wait for me to go back to San Diego for a walk.

I must find a way to prove that I am a warrior and a person you deserve to entrust for your life.

So Roger stopped hesitating, and he turned around and resolutely began his pilgrimage.

...

The rain kept falling, and the water dripped from the leaves, passed through branches, fell into the mud on the ground, washed over the mountain path, flowed down the cliffs, and merged into the roaring streams in the mountain stream, tumbling down the road.

Roger thought, if someone told me that the mountain road here was so difficult to walk after being wet by rain, I might not have come.

He thought, if someone told me that there was more rain this year than before, and that it would be more than the next time, I might not have come.

He thought, if someone told me that the heavy rain caused mountain torrents and destroyed the wooden bridges on countless mountain streams here and flooded the shallows, I might not have come.

But he knew nothing and was prepared for nothing.

He thought that as long as he walked along the road marked with shells, he would come back.

It's as simple as a long trip in the countryside.

It’s like walking among the green mountains and clear waters.

Being excited under the blue sky and white clouds.

The future is bright on Kangzhuang Avenue.

Since there are accommodations along the way, you can spend money like a group tour, and you don’t have to consider making arrangements for anything else.

And he has money.

So you just need to be confident and stalk forward.

He thought walking was the easiest thing in the world.

He was wrong.

He now knows that he is wrong.

Rain makes everything no longer simple.

Unfortunately, it was too late for him to realize this.

Roger asked himself: When did I realize this?

On the ninth or tenth time,

Because of the rain, because of the slippery road,

Because there should be no bridge where there should be bridges,

Because the shallows that should be able to pass cannot pass,

Because of the detour,

Because I didn't arrive at the village where I could stay before dark, I had to sleep in the rain.

He can't remember it any longer.

All he knew was that it was raining.

Damn rain.

Sometimes it is as endless as a cow's hair, and sometimes it is as majestic as a pouring one.

There is no stop to rain.

Roger staggered on the rugged mountain path.

Riding a horse on a rainy mountain road is a dangerous luxury.

He forgot what day he saw it.

The horse and its owner in the mountain stream.

The bodies were swollen from soaking.

The man's feet were still stuck in the stirrup.

His face was no longer recognized, and he seemed to have greeted him in the inn lobby.

Roger thought, a stupid person.

Anyone who rides on a mountain road that is slid by the rain is stupid.
To be continued...