He said, "Dear Earl, Ziyad, your faithful servant, pays tribute to you. I came on behalf of the caravan and the mercenary. I had turned over your territory from Palermo, and your soldiers took away everything, including horses and carriages."

The merchant stopped and waited for the count's reply.

The Count said to Mayor: "Let the soldiers hand over the goods and put them in my warehouse, and give them 10% as a reward, and let them return the horses and carriages to the caravan."

The merchant Saracen thanked helplessly, and then said, "Great Lord, there is another thing. A Jewish merchant said that one of your soldiers asked him to borrow money, but after the expiration, he only paid half of the interest."

"Hmph", Roger heard the deputy director of the monastery snorting coldly, "A borrower will fall into the abyss of hell after his death."

The Count was a little unhappy, and he said to the merchant of Saracen with impoliteness: "Tell the Jew that he would return the interest he received to my soldiers, otherwise I would confiscate his property and cut off his right hand like a thief."

The merchant Saracen bowed and retreated in cold sweat.

The two Rogers looked at the woman on the left together.

The woman stepped forward and saluted enchantingly, glanced at the count, and said in a slightly hoarse and sexy voice: "Sir, I don't think I need to introduce myself."

"Speak." The count said calmly.

"Sir, I'll come on behalf of my sister and the hotel owner," she paused and continued, "Let's talk about the hotel owner first, he complained that your soldier was drunk and smashed his tables and chairs."

The Count turned to Mayo and said, "Have you asked?"

Mayo owed his body and replied: "The situation is true, sir, but the soldiers said the reason for the fight was to complain that the hotel owner was mixing water in the wine."

"Can you get drunk even if you have mixed water?" the Count cursed with a smile, "Give them a whip and lose my face for their alcohol tolerance."

The count looked at the woman again.

So the woman complained: "Sir, my sisters dress up beautifully every day, just to make the men happy, and they never complain, but they also have to eat, and their daily dressing costs money, but they can't stand eating for nothing. If the soldiers of the adults are like this, my sisters will not be able to survive."

The woman said and she burst into tears. Chuchu felt pitiful and stirred up the muscular man around her.

The Count looked at Mayor again, and Mayor hurriedly said, "I found out clearly that a mud-legged man who was called to pretend to be a servant, really has no money."

The Count stood up in his arms with Roger in his arms and said with a serious expression: "It is about honor, and it is not allowed to be blasphemed, and he is hanged."

So everyone cheered and praised the Count for his fairness in his work.

The Count carried Roger back to the house, Mayo and the three of them left, and everyone dispersed.

The days of chaos in the castle lasted for a few more days.

After Old Roger met with the citizens' representatives again and accepted the sincere military expenses from the representatives with satisfaction, on a hot morning, the count's troops finally set off.

Roger asked the maid to carry her to see her off for her father. He stayed in the shadow of the door of the stone house, not wanting to expose her tender skin to the sun.

He saw Earl Roger walking to the door, wearing a silver-plated chain mail, which instantly turned into a white dizzy under the hot sunlight, piercing his eyes.

Roger turned his head, but there was still a white light in front of him. He was crying and seemed to be reluctant to let his father go, but in fact he was thinking, I was so crazy that I wanted to watch the fun, and now I was really blind.

Roger closed his eyes, the white light was still shaking, and it took him a while to recover. When he opened his eyes, the count had long disappeared.

So Roger directed the maid to the rooftop.

He saw that the slum-like tents disappeared, and many black dots gathered into a river and flowed to the dock.

The pier seemed to be in a mess, with full ships coming out from time to time, and empty ships coming in, but the black spots there seemed to be no decrease.

It was not until the sky began to burn to the west that the shadow of Mount Etna shrouded the earth, and the pier returned to peace.

The first thunderstorm in late autumn swept through Messina with strong winds and lightning.

Roger hid in the stone house and protested with God.

The maid has been crazy recently and doesn't even talk to him.

Roger didn't care. Anyway, as long as he wanted to hear, his rabbit ears could easily hear secret conversations in any corner of the stone house.

He suddenly became excited and wanted to hear what his mother was doing.

"Madam, do you really want to use the second young master to do this experiment?"

"I'm a little confused, and I don't know if what the monk said is true or false."

"But Madam, the child always teaches him French and speaks Italian. I have never heard of him being able to speak by himself if he doesn't teach his child to speak."

"But that monk said that if the child eliminates the interference of secular language, he can speak the language of God."

"But Madam, monks don't get married and don't have children, can he understand?"

"But if he is right, my child can speak the language of God."

"But what if he is wrong, if he fails..."

"You are right, I am also blinded by lard. How can I do an experiment on my beloved Roger? Let's teach him how to speak. I will write a letter to my relatives and let them try it."

Roger understood this and thought, Mom, you won’t hesitate to cheat others.

He thought again, don't, mom, continue experimenting, how fun it is. When the monk comes, I will give him a piece of God's language to let him know that God speaks Chinese.

"Hahaha", Roger was so happy that he rolled in the bed by his own thoughts.

He imagined the monk's blindfolded eyes, imagined that all the priests would study hard in the future as God's language, and imagined that all Christians would say "Amen" in Chinese every time they prayed, and he couldn't stop laughing.

Then he suddenly realized, um, it seemed that they were talking about "Amen".

Roger saw Adelaide walk into her room and it seemed that she planned to make up for her mistakes with practical actions.

Roger decided to give her some color, as punishment for her disrespectfulness to God and not insisting on experimentation.

Adelaide picked up Roger and said gently: "Roger, call me mom, mom~mom~."

Roger then opened his mouth obediently: "papa."

Adelaide was stunned, and then said happily: "Ah, my little beloved can call him dad! It's great. Call him another one, call him dad~ dad."

"Momo"

"Even mom can do it." Adelaide was very happy. She said proudly, "Come on, tell me, mom~ mom."

"Papa"

"Do it again, dad~ dad"

"Momo"

"Call mom."

"Papa"

"Call dad."

"Momo"

...

Roger saw Adelaide's expression a little depressed. His unreasonable playing cards made his opponent unable to understand the direction, and the servants next to him could hardly hold it in.

"Well, it seems I need to work harder," Adelaide encouraged himself, "Do it again, Dad, call Dad."

Roger was unmoved.

"That's called mom, mom~ mom"

Roger kept silent.

"Why don't you say it again? It's so amazing. Keep going, mom and dad can do anything."

"*!" Roger spoke decisively.

As the room silenced, Adelaide's face changed, the servants were trembling with laughter, and Roger was worried that they would pee in the next second.

Adelaide took a long breath and tried his best to say in a calm tone: "Good baby, do it again, dad~ dad, mom~ mom."

Roger saw her eyelashes trembling, so he said obediently: "Papa, mom."

Adelaide was overjoyed. The tension that had just disappeared, and only excitement was left.

She showed off to the servants around her, "Look, my little Roger will say mom and dad."

She looked at Roger with anticipation and said, "Do it again, baby, let it be clearer, dad~ dad, mom~ mom."

Roger looked at Adelaide, deliberately paused for a while, and suffused his appetite.

Then he opened his mouth and said word by word, clearly, "Dad, dad,*, mom, mom."

Adelaide blushed and told the servants to talk to Roger more, and then fled in panic.

Roger curled his lips disdainfully, and I was going to say it backwards.

He thought that Westerners are hypocritical, and they are all free and open when they are done. Saying a few words is harassment and breaking the law. Let me teach you what true freedom of speech is.

Roger, who unlocked the new skill, was like a rabies who had been taken away from mouth food, and a crazy cat who was forced to take a bath.

He tore off his veil of cuteness and tenderness, revealing the two rows of fangs that had been hidden for a long time.

He allowed everyone to see what a thought is hell.

The thunder in the afternoon rainstorm was not as shocking as his words.

The light of lightning was shy and dim with his shamelessness.

As Roger's speech became clearer and his words became richer, the entire castle was in purgatory.
To be continued...