The villager said: "I was not a villager at first. I was the owner of a sugar workshop and ran a sugar-making business in Tripoli.

“At the time when the agreement was reached, I ran out of the city and did not stay in the city like my relatives and friends for the property they could not carry.

“I ran to this village, which originally provided raw materials for my workshop.

“The people here are familiar with me because the prices I give them are generous, much higher than what Christians give now.

"Later, after the Christians had completely controlled the city of Tripoli, they began to expand their territory around them and finally included it under their rule.

“Since then, the village has become increasingly embarrassed, and it has become what it is now.

"Sir, this is what you want to know. I'm telling the truth. I can have a clear conscience about this. If you think it's an offense, you can kill me."

Roger waved his hand and said, "I am different from Baldwin. What I promised will not be violated casually.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

The old guide and the villagers were excited to survive the disaster and thanked Roger for his kindness.

But Roger actually had an idea in his mind.

He thought that although Sicily had begun to grow sugarcane and make sugar, the yield and quality have always been very bad due to the relationship between technology and proficiency.

The owner of the sugar-making shop in front of you and the villagers who grow sugarcane in the village are undoubtedly the key to solving this problem.

But Roger could not directly propose solicitation because these people were under the control and protection of the Earl of Tripoli.

If he recruits the other party’s husbands in other noble territories, it is no different from declaring war directly with the other party.

Roger wanted to pass Tripoli peacefully, and after inheriting the King of Jerusalem, he also needed the support of the Kingdom of Tripoli.

So he said nothing, and after eating the sugarcane, he went to the built camp to rest.

Only before he rested, he gave Muttier a wink, and the latter nodded slightly.

At noon the next day, as the old guide said, Roger and his party arrived smoothly at the city of Tripoli.

Roger looked at the city, located on two hillsides, a river called Abu Ali flowed through the center of the city and poured into the Mediterranean Sea.

The Knight, who had taken the lead in the morning, obviously completed the mission, and Roger saw a jazz waiting at the gate of the city.

After informing each other of their identities and saluting, the Jazz brought Roger's troops into the city.

The soldiers were sent by the Jazz to the barracks in the city, while Roger and his guards were guided to the main fort of the city.

Pons, the Count of Tripoli, greeted him with his wife at the entrance of the main castle.

Roger dismounted and walked near.

He looked at Pons, although he looked sophisticated and sturdy, the carefully-touched beards, or fluff on his lips, showed that he was just a young man.

The Countess on the other side, judging from her figure, was obviously not a girl, and should be much more mature than Pons.

Her face was rosy and shiny, like a crabapple that was carefully watered and bloomed in the spring breeze.

Roger could not guess his wife's age. It was extremely difficult for him to estimate the age of a woman dressed up.

Just as Roger reported that his house was "Earl of Lower Sicily, Roger Otwell" and saluted.
Chapter completed!