Roger made up his plan to go to Port Cadiz.

But this time he would not make the mistake of not preparing anything during the pilgrimage and leaving as he said nothing.

Moreover, Miledi's injury is not allowed to set off immediately.

So Roger and his men entered the old city of Porto several times.

He did not go to see Count Henry in the castle, although he is now a relative with Princess Theresa, the wife of Count Henry.

Roger bought a few Iberian mares (mares) in the market, all of which were good horses, well-behaved and obedient, and not impulsive.

He also bought a four-wheel caravan with a sturdy horse attached to the trailer.

He bought tents, dry food, wine, rain gear, grill, seasoning, fishing rods, fishing lines...

He bought any possible way to survive in the wild.

He also asked the craftsmen to wipe out the emblems of himself and his knights, and to change them like the escort of Miledi's caravan knights.

His money was spent like flowing water.

Roger didn't care about money. He made the Jewish blacksmiths, Jewish cobblers, Jewish carpenters... all the craftsmen were very busy.

At the same time, it also makes Christian businessmen and Arab businessmen in the market smile.

Roger noticed that there were particularly many Jews in Porto, and unlike other Christian territories that restrict Jewish employment scope, Jews here could engage in various manufacturing industries.

He thought, perhaps this was due to Princess Theresa's identity as a illegitimate daughter and a mixed-race child.

He could feel the vitality of this young country on the Atlantic Ocean, located in the most remote area of ​​the Christian world.

He thought that perhaps this kind of religious and national tolerance was the reason why Portugal was founded in later generations and created remarkable achievements in the Age of Discovery.

Roger's extensive procurement made him materially satisfied, so he developed a spiritual need.

He thought that he had been in a bad luck since he fought Iberia.

He wondered if he was a pseudo-Christian who was not favored by St. James.

So Roger went to the church, prayed and confessed in a proper manner, and flattered Christ like a cram.

Roger prayed to Christ to bless him with a smooth journey, just as the people who were preparing to travel far this time often did.

But when he confessed, he used Chinese, and he also read the poem "The Singing of the Wandering Son".

This made the priest who confessed for him confused his eyes and his mind was full of blue veins.

Roger estimated that if he hadn't given the generous donation to the church, the priest might not have said in the end: "St. Jacob will bless you."

Instead, he directly swung the cross and hit him on the head and said, "Go to die, the devil."

......

It's finally time to set off.

The ferry sent Roger and his party safely across the Douro River.

At the end of March, under the already enthusiastic spring breeze of the Iberian Peninsula, they walked south along the Atlantic coast.

After galloping without wasting a trace of sunlight for several days, when the sun sets on the North Shore Mountain, Roger sees the old streets of Lisbon crossing seven hills.

At the end of the old street, a majestic, roughly square castle surrounded by city walls stands on the cliffs.

The flag of the crescent moon flutters on the fortifications of the castle.

The walls surrounding the castle extend to nearby residential areas.

Walk through narrow, twisted, like a maze.

Led by the local guard Magellan, Roger and his party passed through the community of *** and Jews and arrived at the Christian inn.

Magellan, the "team leader and tour guide" in Roger's eyes, introduced:

“The Phoenicians who first came to Lisbon called the mooring place here ‘Port of Peace’.

"Later, the Romans came, and their ruler Caesar upgraded the area to a city and named it 'felicitasjulia' (meaning 'congratulations to Caesar').

"The Visigoths came later, and now the Moors who occupied this place are from the Arab world of North Africa.

"These Moors usually stay in castles and don't care about anything except taxes.

"So it's very free here, anyone can come, everyone has it, and no one cares where others come from."

During dinner, the various people gathered in the inn lobby verified Magellan's words.

Roger saw that the appearance and dressed clearly were sitting together from all over the world.

His sensitive ears heard the merchants exchanging various gossips.

The bard played the six-stringed talisman in the corner and sang "Fatu".

The song is full of sorrow, sorrow, and sweet sorrow, which makes people involuntarily think of their hometown.

(Note: In fact, the Portuguese national treasure "Fato" did not appear at that time)

Roger was very sad when he thought of his hometown where he could not go.

And his way to resolve his sadness is to eat.

He sucked and ate the "ghost feet".

This seafood, which looks like wrinkled fingers, contains the original flavor from the sea.

He felt that the taste of this little thing could make him savor it for a whole year.

In the introduction of locals, Roger learned that this kind of human delicacy comes from the removal of cliffs by the beach and the search between the ebb and flow of tides.

Roger tasted the courage of fishermen fishing for ghost feet.

He thought, why would he dig a few ghost feet and bring Elvira to prove how brave he was.

He then shook his head and rejected the idea.

He thought that he was not a fisherman, so what's the point of proving that he was a brave fisherman?

Roger turned his attention to the mini-shaped lobster on the dining table, with a red shell.

This lobster meat is firm and slightly sweet, and there is also a full yellow in the head of the lobster.

With a glass of green wine shipped from Portugal to the north, it is simply the most delicious thing on earth.

As for the large plate of pickled in sea salt, accompanied by mellow olive oil and fried garlic, and plump prawns, it is also a delicious food that Roger can't stop.

And what Roger couldn't help but feast on the table was the seafood platter made of olive oil, garlic, white wine, lemon, salt, black pepper and coriander, made of delicious sauce, clams, mussels, and razor clams.

Roger not only finished the seafood, he even dipped it in bread and ate the sauce without leaving any left.

Finally, a piece of tender and juicy beef tenderloin was sandwiched into the crispy bread, the meaty aroma mixed with garlic aroma, and the extremely attractive steak bag made Roger's belly firmly.

Satisfied Roger picked up a glass of beer without hops and sipped.

At the same time, he released his sensitive little ears and listened to the chatting of the merchants beside him.

He heard two merchants who looked like him, obviously chatting with him.

"Earl of Portugal Henry, released news that he was going to Santiago to make a pilgrimage."

"Just go, go, and go north along the Pilgrimage Road in Portugal."

"You don't understand, he didn't go alone."

"Who else did you bring?"

"Henry issued a call to all the jazz and knights of the Belgian kingdom of Portugal."

"Yeah, it's quite lively... Hell! What kind of pilgrimage is this! This is a war!"

"Yes, it seems you're not stupid."

"The north is Galicia, and like Henry's Portugal, they are subordinates of the Kingdom of Castile.

"Without Henry's fight, wouldn't he say he'd break up with his sect leader, the Kingdom of Castile?"

"That's right."

Roger thought, is the Berlins of Portugal ready to be independent?
Chapter completed!