Roger looked at the dishes on the table and pondered for a while, then he found out the problem.

He asked the waiter: "Where is wine? Why is there no wine?"

Roger's question made the waiter look helpless.

The waiter shrugged and replied, "Sorry, there is no alcohol now."

Roger asked in surprise: "You are not ****ists, isn't this a gathering area for Christians? When will Christians ban alcohol?"

"Our boss planned to convert to **** teaching. He changed the chef and changed to a Moor. Now the dishes provided are Moorish dishes that are in line with the teachings of ****."

Roger was implicitly angry when he saw the waiter talking, and the two beards on his mouth were shaking with his words.

Roger asked: "Because of faith?"

"No, it's because of money. The lord's pagan taxes are getting stronger and stronger. In order to save this money, the boss decided to convert to the **** religion. In fact, he didn't believe it at all, he didn't believe anything."

"What about you waiters? Do you want to change your faith with your boss?"

"I don't want to do it. I've decided. When he converts his letter, I'll leave and leave here."

"Everyone has their own aspirations," Roger comforted, "Just follow your original intention and don't regret it. Check out."

"Give it whatever you want, it doesn't matter."

The waiter's attitude made Roger smile. He seemed to be about to leave, so he didn't care whether the inn was making money.

Roger was embarrassed to make this cheaper, he didn't care if he had money, so he probably paid the bill.

The waiter even counted and put it into the counter.

"Let me give you another pot of mint tea."

The waiter brought another silver pot over, which looked very generous.

Roger gave the waiter a pleasure to tip, and he was very satisfied with the mustache.

"Ask you something, where can I buy Sherry wine in the city?"

“If you had come a few days earlier, we would have it here, but we can’t buy it now.

"A recent imam named Ibn Tumiert came to the city. He preached the teachings everywhere and firmly demanded that everyone obey the teachings of ****.

"A lot of the lower-level bureaucrats in the city believe him, so now the whole city is banned from alcohol, so no one dares to sell it.

"Or there is Sherry wine in the city lord's mansion."

"You can sell me some secretly."

"I'm willing, but the boss has sold all the wine at a low price... Oh, right, there is also someone, that smuggler, who should be sold there, and the boss is selling it to her at a low price."

"What's her name?"

"Carmen."

"Where can I find her?"

“Framengo district, menco.”

“flamenco, flamenco.”

Roger nodded, he knew what the word meant.

This is a fusion of two Arabic characters, g and menga, the former refers to the escapee and the latter refers to the farmer.

Roger knew that this was also a Christian on the Iberian Peninsula and his name was for the gypsy.

"Thank you." Roger gave another tip.

"You are too polite."

The waiter told Roger in detail where to find Carmen and how to meet her.

Roger decided to try his luck tomorrow.

But the waiter's words changed his mind.

"You'd better go tonight. She's very cunning and often changes her mind. No one knows where she will be.

"But I know she will dance there tonight, so she likes dancing. You will definitely find her if you go."

Roger was very satisfied. He thought that the ancients said, "Money can lead the way" and said, "Getting the way will lead to help", but it turns out that it is true.

Seville is still very lively under the night, and there are even more pedestrians on the street than in the afternoon.

The Andalusian sunshine is too enthusiastic, so people here are used to the life of hiding out at night.

The locals call the gypsy gathering place in the Flamingo district, in the corner of the city of Seville.

Roger found it easily based on the waiter's introduction.

Through the open door holes of the stone houses on the street, Roger saw that the spaces in these rooms were very small, with the walls and floors decorated with felt blankets.

He saw the people here living closely in these small spaces, just like living in a carriage.

But they seem to be used to it and don't feel crowded.

Even if this crowded life brings inconvenience to them.

Roger saw a walking woman accidentally sweeping over the bowl of a man who was squatting while eating.

So the man stopped eating and poured out the bowl of food.

Roger also saw that every household has three buckets of water in their homes.

He saw someone washing food with water from one of the buckets, washing faces with water from the other bucket, and washing feet with water from the third bucket.

A child seemed to have made a mistake by accident, so his mother punished him severely.

There were many children on the narrow streets here, and they rushed over and then. The laughter and joy followed them here and there.

Roger told his men to keep a close eye on their wallet.

He knew that stealing a wallet was also one of the fun of these children.

There is a fortune teller in the street doing business.

Some hold crystal balls carved from cheap green crystals, while others hold thin wood pieces like playing cards.

They turned the wood chips around in their hands, waved their hands to slap them out, threw them out again with one stack, and asked the guests to pull out a few pieces from them.

There were also some healthy men begging, and they reached out to Roger with a calm expression without any shame.

Roger squeezed through these people.

At the entrance of a dark alley in front, a woman in a robe stood there.

As Roger passed by, she opened her robe.

Roger saw that she had nothing to wear inside, and it was obvious that the dark alley behind her was the place where she worked.

Rogerli walked by without hesitation.

He saw the woman wrapping her robe tightly again and waiting for the business to come.

Roger walked all the way to a seemingly abandoned grain warehouse.

The warehouse gate was completely blocked.

Roger walked around the warehouse and found a side door on the side of the warehouse.

The side door is very narrow and can only be accessed by one person, and a wooden door is tightly closed.

There was no one around, there was silence, as if this place was just a ruin that no one had ever been involved.

Roger stepped forward and knocked on the door, using the rhythm the waiter told him.

The wooden door opened with a creaking sound.

A man with disheveled hair was blocking the door.

Roger didn't talk nonsense to the man. He counted out a few silver coins and handed them over according to his share of six people and his subordinates.

The man took the money and gave in.

After Roger entered, he found that it was a long and narrow corridor with a door at the end.

There was a strange smell in the air.

Roger turned around and saw the walking dead guy closing the door, sitting on the ground and continuing to smoke smog on his own.

Roger walked to the end and pushed open the door.

The sound of the six-stringed lyrics "Thunling" swept into his ears.

The heads in the door were shaking and the shadows were full of darkness.

The space in the warehouse is like a huge corridor.

The erect walls are connected together with arcs on the top, supporting the roof like a pier that stands on the bridge deck.

There is no window, and the limited number of torches are all concentrated at one end.

There is a wooden stage there.
Chapter completed!