Macbeth returned after a while, and what he bought was not the oranges that Richard was worried about, but horses - the reins of the four horses were in Macbeth's hands.
Walking in front of Richard, Nancy, and Raymond, Macbeth asked aloud: "Don't tell me if any of you three can't ride a horse, then I will tie him to the horse."
The three of them shook their heads at the same time and answered.
"Can they all do it?" Macbeth raised his eyebrows and nodded with satisfaction, "That would be the best."
As he spoke, Macbeth handed the horse's reins to the hands of Richard and the others, and walked forward with them. As he walked, he thought of something and said: "By the way, if you answer this question in the future, When the Master asks questions, it is best not to nod or shake your head. If you really want to answer, you should also change the meaning of nodding or shaking your head."
"Um?"
"This is because on this island, the meaning of nodding and shaking the head is completely opposite to that in other places - for them, nodding means 'no' and shaking the head means 'yes'. Don't ask me why I didn’t know it would be like this. The world is so big, and all weird things will exist.”
"Uh..." Many people nodded, indicating that they understood.
The group of people just talked like this, walked out of the port, got on their horses under the leadership of Macbeth, and ran towards the depths of the island.
"Da da da… "
…
Although it is said to be an island, in fact, the entire "Lisbon" island is not as big as an island, but more like a small piece of land. Everyone ran wildly throughout the day, traveled hundreds of miles, and changed several batches of horses. Finally, in the middle of the night , arrived at the border between one country and another country on the island.
There are not many troops on guard along the border, but there are a large number of outposts.
At this time, there was an outpost a hundred meters away in front of everyone, stuck on the only way to pass through a valley.
The outline of the outpost in the night looked like a lighthouse, but it was much shorter, with only two floors. At this time, light was coming from the top floor, and the faint sounds of soldiers patrolling and talking could be heard.
"Lord Macbeth, are we going over like this?" Nancy looked at Macbeth and asked in a low voice, "Will our identity not be checked?"
"Well -" Macbeth stopped his horse and stared at the outpost, frowned, and whispered, "There will definitely be inspections. The country we are going to has always been very strict about entry management. Originally, I was Thinking of entering through its weak border - when I came last time, there was no outpost here, who knew that a new one would be built so quickly."
As Macbeth spoke, his eyes became slightly sharper. He looked at Richard, Nancy, and Raymond and said, "But it doesn't matter. I'll deal with them. And... you stay here, don't move around."
"Uh." Nancy and Raymond responded.
Richard said: "..."
Macbeth did not notice the strange expression on Richard's face, and quickly rode forward, approaching the outpost.
In the darkness, Richard, Nancy and Raymond soon heard the sentry shouting: "Who is it? Do you have a pass? Get off your horse and get inspected, otherwise..."
"ah!"
Soon, the sentry's scolding turned into screams.
The next moment, the sound of a large number of sentinels gathering sounded.
"There are enemies!"
"Enemy attack!"
"alert!"
"attack!"
After that…
"Ah!"
There were screams, and the whole night seemed to be boiling, but it soon became quiet again.
"Click, click, click," the sound of horse hooves sounded, and Macbeth rode his horse back out of the night, walking in front of everyone without a trace of blood on his body.
While wiping his hands with a clean white handkerchief, he said to everyone: "Okay, now the outpost no longer exists, we can leave."
"Forehead… "
Macbeth pulled the horse's reins, turned the horse's head, and galloped at high speed in the direction blocked by the outpost. Richard, Nancy, and Raymond quickly followed.
…
In a blink of an eye, it was dusk the next day.
Under the last ray of sunshine on the horizon, Macbeth led Richard and the three of them to a bustling city, and then dismounted in front of an inn.
After handing the horse to the innkeeper, Macbeth took the lead and walked into the inn - the Golden Orange Inn.
The new waiter ran up to greet him. Macbeth didn't say much. He poured out a lot of money and gave quick instructions. The waiter responded as if he was ordering rice, and then trotted off to prepare.
Not long after, Macbeth took Richard and the three of them to sit around a large table in the corner. The table was filled with sumptuous food: fat capon, smoked duck with black sauce, fresh stew dotted with vegetables, slightly cooked. White beans, milky white mushroom soup that looks like milk, freshly baked bread that is a bit hard but has a wheaty aroma...
As if to express the characteristics of the hotel, in the center of the table is a pot of fruit-oranges-in a sense, the oranges that Macbeth has always wanted to buy.
But this orange does not appear in its normal form, but after being peeled and cooked.
Yes, cooked, with salt and a little spice sprinkled inside.
In the current world similar to the Middle Ages, in the eyes of most people, fruits are metaphysical "cooling foods". Eating them raw will make you sick, and they must be boiled, baked or cooked in other ways before eating.
Therefore, fruits like oranges end up in a thick, orange-yellow pulp in the pot—it has been boiled.
Richard's appetite, which was originally pretty good, suddenly dropped by 30% when he saw oranges in this form. Although he had never tried it personally, Richard already knew the taste of this kind of thing, so he did not touch the huge spoon in the orange basin at all.
On the other hand, it was the first time for Nancy and Raymond to see this kind of food. They were curious and tried it, then showed twisted and weird expressions.
With a "gudong" sound, the two of them swallowed the oranges in their mouths and began to drink mushroom soup. They never dared to eat randomly again.
Macbeth looked at the two of them and couldn't help shaking his head, but he picked up the big spoon and scooped most of the marmalade into his own plate without politeness, and then used the small spoon to keep putting it into his mouth. Go ahead and show enjoyment on your face.
Nancy was speechless: "..."
Raymond felt admiration in his heart: The wizard is different, even the taste is so... strong.
Richard's eyes flashed, and he said calmly in his heart: I promise not to eat a bite of this orange, I will leave it all to you. Eat it slowly, as long as you are happy...
Well, just be happy.
…
Dinner continues.
It must be admitted that except for oranges, the rest of the food is pretty good. Even if the taste is a bit weird, it is above the level and not hard to swallow. As a wizard, Macbeth is now disguised as a nobleman. It’s all about money, and all the dishes are the best in the hotel. If you can’t eat them like this, then the other guests in the hotel lobby would have lifted the tables and cursed.
"Zizzi..."
"Tsk tsk..."
Accompanied by the sounds of teeth clenching and lips touching, the food on the table quickly decreased, and dinner came to an end.
Nancy was almost full. She took a sip of the milky white mushroom soup and drank it. She looked at Macbeth who was still eating marmalade in the corner and said, "Lord Macbeth, there is something I want to ask you. "
"Huh?" Macbeth said while eating marmalade. He seemed very talkative at this time, "Say."
"That's..." Nancy lowered her voice and asked cautiously, "What are we doing here with you?"
After saying this, Richard and Raymond also looked at Macbeth, obviously wanting to get the answer.
Macbeth's eyebrows moved slightly.