Grey Felt Hat: You made this decision, and it’s your price.

Roger was silent. He knew that once he took this step, he would become a despicable person. Even if he was in a high position, even if he killed only the daughter of a bandit, he would have no honor.

A voice in his heart reminded coldly: When a person dies, there will be nothing. No matter whether he is noble or despicable, no matter whether he is honor or shame, he will turn into a pile of mud.

Roger opened his eyes and saw that the snake's head was no longer raised, it was lazily enjoying the sunshine, and it seemed to be asleep.

Roger wants to survive.

His arms began to exert a little bit, his tired muscles trembled, and his heart trembled.

He saw Ora loose a hand.

He stopped.

He looked at Ora in surprise.

He knew what she wanted to do.

He thought to himself: No.

He watched the hand that Aura had loosened slowly shrink back.

He thought: No.

He watched Ola's hand holding the stick burst out with veins.

He saw Ola's retracted hand grabbing the snake's body,

The awakened viper turned around and bit it.

Ola waved his hand and threw the snake out.

The blood beads were thrown out at the same time.

Ola quickly withdrew his hand and held the stick tightly, and she shouted, "Rugero, climb out slowly, don't fucking too hard."

Roger exerted his arms,

He was anxious, blamed, and felt uncomfortable.

But he could only move slowly, slowly pull out his legs, and slowly crawl over,

He climbed out of the mud.

He crawled with Ora, and they climbed under a small tree nearby.

Roger grabbed Ola's hand and he searched anxiously: "Where did you bite? Where?"

He saw the blood in Ola's palm and he buried his head and sucked it.

"You've hurt me."

Ola wants to withdraw his hand.

"I didn't bite."

Roger sucked out a mouthful of blood and he vomited it.

"I'll be gentler, don't be afraid of pain."

He leaned over again, then his slow mind was stunned for a moment, and he raised his head.

"It hurts? You said you hurt?"

"It didn't bite me."

"Then this blood?"

"It's worn by a stick."

Roger stared at Ola's bloody palm in a daze, and then began to laugh, laughing so stupidly.

Ora was also amused by him, and the two of them laughed "hissing" together.

Then Ora suddenly said, "I didn't throw that snake far!"

So the two of them looked at each other in a daze.

They no longer dared to procrastinate, nor did they stand up, and just crawled like two lizards.

They kept climbing until they reached the river beach.

Roger stood up and looked at the river. The river looked very calm and a little muddy, like a piece of sackcloth.

Ola led the way, and they walked along the river beach.

Roger's body was blew by the cold wind on the river. He was stunned and sneezed several times.

Ola looked back at him and she said, "**It's too wet here, so we can't catch a fire. Let's walk for a while, and after crossing the river, we will build a fire on the other side to get warm."

"How do you go over? Do you swim? I know how to water."

"The water flows too fast, and swims over but is not a good idea.

"Don't look at the water that doesn't seem to move, it's just because the water here is wide. When you reach the narrowest part of the river in front, you will know how fast it flows."

Roger saw a dead tree floating upstream, catching up with them and surpassing them, and he knew that Ora was right.

They continued walking.

Roger asked: "How do you get over?"

Ola: “There is a bridge in front.”

"Bridge?" Roger looked around, "There will be bridges in such an uninhabited place? Who would build a bridge here?"

Ola smiled "hehe" as if sharing a secret with a friend, saying somewhat mysteriously and proudly: "God made it."

Roger was confused and asked, but Aola didn't say it, but let him guess. If he guessed wrong, Aola laughed and asked him to guess, but he wouldn't say the answer.

Roger was angry and stopped guessing or talking. The two walked silently.

"Hey, stingy, are you angry?" Ora came to tease him again.

"Not angry."

"Then why don't you talk?"

"What are you saying? What do you want me to say?"

"Whatever you say, otherwise it would be boring to walk like this, or you'll just talk about Palermo."

"Palermo, it's a huge scallop shell, by the blue sea."

"I know shells. There are commercial ropes in the town. They are so beautiful. I used to have a string, but later I don't know where to go."

Ola paused and asked, "What does the sea look like?"

"You haven't seen it before?"

"No, I heard from the people in the village that I said that I would leave the mountains and walk all the time. When I walk until there is no mountains, I can see the sea. Tell me about the sea."

Roger suddenly wanted to tease her, and he said, "I'll read you a poem about the sea."

"Okay, okay, you read it."

"Ah, the sea, it's all water."

Ola waited for a while, and when Roger didn't speak, she asked, "What about the following?"

"It's gone."

"It's nonsense, this is also considered a poem? I heard the minstrels in the town sing poems, and they are all long and old, and they sing from noon to night, so how short you are."

Roger thought, your daughter of a bandit was talking to me about poetry, and he said, "What do you know? Poetry must be short and refined to be beautiful. Of course, that just now doesn't count."

Roger recalls the appearance of the bard during a banquet in the castle.

He said: "When the aristocrats were having a banquet, no one listened carefully to what the minstrels sang. They just wanted to order music, so the minstrels had to sing long poems until the end of the banquet. In fact, there was water in the poem."

"water?"

"Do you know if you add water to the wine?"

"I know."

"Wine mixed with water, what kind of wine is it?"

"Ahhh," Ola suddenly jumped up and turned to Roger, "I almost scared you."

Roger was confused. He thought, what's wrong?

"The sea and nobles you just mentioned are all those I have never seen before. I think you have a wide range of knowledge. It turns out that they are all made up by you."

"What did I make up?"

"You still want to lie to me. You are like the third leader, full of colorful intestines and talk nonsense, but you can't lie to me. I've seen through it!"

"What, this is?"

Ola stopped, put his hands on his hips, and declared with a proud look: "I have drunk wine. In the inn in the town, I have drunk all their wines, and they are mixed with water. So, wine, it is mixed with water!"

Roger felt very embarrassed. He thought, as the saying goes, as long as he is not embarrassed, the embarrassing one will be someone else.
To be continued...