The journey for the next few days was no longer fun.

The ghosts of the pack of wolves followed him all the way, and their blood-curdling howls would sound every once in a while, reminding Roger that they were always watching him.

Roger wanted to shout to them: Let's fight again. With the baron holding a sword in his hand, who can be afraid of whom?

But the wolves just didn't show up.

Therefore, everyone had to take turns to keep vigil at night, and could not sleep well. During the day, they could only immerse themselves in their journey and did not dare to split up.

The surrounding area was completely cleared, and no prey was approaching. Roger chewed on the bear's paw and praised that he was worthy of being a caregiver to the Romans. It is estimated that the Romans learned the tactics of clearing the field from Hannibal's strong walls from them.

Fortunately, there was plenty of food and the destination was not far away, Roger thought, otherwise he might have been dragged to death by them.

Until Roger and his party arrived at the gate of the village, they could still hear the howling of wolves.

The baron led everyone forward to call the door, but before he could open his mouth, an arrow struck the ground in front of him.

The gate of the cottage was closed tightly, and someone on the sentry tower shouted: "Go back, barbarians, this is not where you came from."

Roger thought in surprise, could it be that the Baron's village had rebelled? Oh yeah! He thought excitedly, fight, fight in, and show them how powerful they are.

The Baron probably thought so too. Although he was nicknamed "The Good Guy", rebellion was something he couldn't accept.

The baron raised his shield and drew his sword, and everyone got ready for battle. Roger tied up the bearskin around his body and thought about finding a suitable guy to use as a weapon.

Then the gate of the village opened. A lean old man with wrinkles on his face like pine bark rolled out and crawled out.

The old man knelt in front of the baron and cried: "My lord, I misunderstood you! I didn't expect you to be covered in leather. I didn't see clearly. I thought it was a wild man from the mountains. I really never thought of doing anything to you! You,

If you don’t believe it, I will pluck out this broken eyeball and give it to you to step on.”

So everyone followed the old man into the village, and the old man was apologizing for his blindness along the way. Roger guessed that the old man was a descendant of the Hundred-Eyed Giant, and the whole journey was filled with eyeballs picked from the old man's mouth.

Roger learned from the Baron that the old man was the village chief, who was personally appointed by the Baron.

When the hundred-eyed giant was theoretically blind, Roger and his party were invited into the largest house in the village.

This is a long house, made entirely of wood, with no partitions between straight tubes inside. Except for the fire pit in the middle, the other mud floors are covered with hay. The top layer of hay is new, and the layers below have been pressed for who knows how many years. Inside

Mixed with faded wool and other dirty things. Roger was not interested in taking a closer look. He didn't want to make himself sick.

There were a lot of leathers hanging on the walls of the longhouse, but they had not been tanned properly. The fine leathers had mold spots on them, which made Roger feel very sorry.

"I am poor." The village chief and the baron complained.

Roger couldn't sit still anymore, so he got up and went out for a walk. He saw that the stockade was not big. The stockade wall was just a circle of single-story wooden rafts. There were several scaffolding-like sentry towers with no one on them. The gate of the stockade was just a wooden board.

It's not thick either, and this kind of defense only protects against wild beasts.

Roger climbed up to a sentry tower. He looked at the longhouses surrounding the village, as well as some wooden houses covered with mud. They were all short and did not have special livestock pens. It was estimated that humans and animals would be sharing the same house tonight. Not Roger.

I care enough that he can accept sleeping with the "gift".

Several children in the village got together to play in the mud. Roger saw them digging out earthworms and happily shared the food with them.

Roger saw some women working on the slope outside the village, pulling weeds with their hands. Several men were cutting down trees, taking turns using an axe. Both men and women had a thick wooden stick beside them for self-defense.

Roger saw several men coming back from a distance, carrying rabbits and wild ducks in their hands. It seemed that they had gained a good harvest.

When the exposed white rocks on the hilltop opposite were dyed red by the setting sun, Roger returned to the longhouse.

Sure enough, people and animals lived in the same house at night. Sheep, horses, and half the men of the village were all crowded into the longhouse.

Mushroom soup was boiling on the fire pit, and it smelled quite fragrant. The ranger contributed salt, which was immediately praised by everyone.

The priest was preaching. Roger thought he was more like telling a ghost story, but it was very popular. The eyes of several older villagers were full of piety.

The village chief kept nagging the baron, repeating that he was poor, that the mountain road was difficult to walk, that he was short of food, and so on. The "good guy" responded with a smile and didn't say a word about tax collection.

The blacksmith was looking for someone to ask about the iron ore. He gestured to the iron ore, but unfortunately not many people could understand it. Someone said there were gray-white stones nearby that could be mined, but he had never seen the black-gray or reddish-brown ones the blacksmith mentioned.

Stone.

The blacksmith refused to give up and asked if anyone had seen a bearded vulture's nest, but he didn't know what the nest looked like. As a result, a group of people gathered around the blacksmith to spread knowledge about birds, and finally they all talked about the crested pochard.

Roger seemed to see two mosquito coils swirling in the blacksmith's eyes.

Finally, the fire went out, and everyone in the room snored. Roger curled up next to "Gift"'s legs and slept soundly.

When we left the stockade at dawn, the ranger suggested walking along the ridge. He said, "There is no water now. You can also walk on the river in the valley, but there are a lot of gravel there and it is easy to hurt the horses' hooves."

Roger was the first to agree, and the Baron was naturally reluctant to let the horse get hurt, so everyone spent a little more effort and climbed 200 to 300 meters to the ridge.

This ridge went all the way south. According to the ranger, there was a bad basin at the end. He said, "Look at the rivers on both sides."

Roger looked intently. In the direction of the ridge from where they came, the bottom of the valley was filled with white gravel. Where was the water? As for the other side, there were undulating mountains. Where was the river?

The ranger introduced as he walked: "In winter, when there are heavy rains, the valley will be full of water. But the water cannot be retained, and it all rushes to the southern basin. Further south of the basin is Alcantara.

There is a hill across the river, so the water flows slowly, and the basin is full of water, making it impossible to walk. In spring, when there is less rain, the basin becomes muddy, making it difficult to walk. If it gets warmer,

The insects came out and were overwhelming."

When the ranger said this, he turned around and gestured to Roger, scaring him: "As soon as you go in, your face and body will be covered with blood-sucking bugs. In just a moment, you will be sucked dry, sucked dry."

Roger rolled his eyes at him. The ranger obviously didn't have the knack of telling scary stories. Who could be fooled at this level? Roger decided to teach him a lesson.

Roger suddenly looked behind the ranger, pretending to be surprised and said his name: "Isis!"

"Ah!" the ranger turned around in a hurry, "Where is it, where is it?"

Then the ranger realized that he had been tricked. He curled his lips and looked at Roger with cold eyes. He clenched his fist and raised his thumb as if to praise him, and then turned it sharply with his thumb pointing down.

Roger didn't show any signs of weakness and directly responded with a throat-slitting gesture.

The baron began to cough.

The priest was also startled just now. He blew his beard and glared at Roger, then suddenly stood with his feet spread apart, howling "Ah~ah~" and looking at his crotch, as if something was coming from his crotch.

It was as if he had been drilled down, and his body was shaking like a sieve.

Roger then bent down and touched his knees, crying in pain: "Oh God, I am guilty~"

The baron kept coughing and had to cover his mouth with his hand. The blacksmith clenched his teeth and his face turned red.

The ranger held his stomach as if he had a stomach cramp, but shouted: "One more beer~"

The priest also had stomach cramps, so he added: "Pair it with black cloth~"

Roger asked the priest calmly: "What day is it today?"

The baron choked and really started coughing. The blacksmith still kept his mouth closed, but his nose spurted out.
Chapter completed!