People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 110 Jumping the beam clown
"It seems that our honorable Lord Chancellor has hit a wall in front of the nobles and knights in Montreal, and instead he took me as a persimmon?"

There was not much anger in Lothar's heart, but instead he felt like he was watching a clown.

Although, his act of providing accommodation for the soldiers at his own expense and paying for the hotel at the price does look a bit like a persimmon.

"Hans, put on a pair of iron gloves and come with me."

There was a smile on Hans' face: "Master, are you sure you don't want to do it yourself? This is a great opportunity to gain reputation."

The reason for specifically asking Hans to wear iron gloves is very simple.

He intends to use the simplest and most effective way to resolve conflicts as a nobleman—duel.

Perhaps for others, a duel is still extremely dangerous. Even if the strength is superior, no one can survive the duel forever.

The horse stumbled, and happened to be pierced through a weak point of defense by the opponent, or when the horse fell, its head fell to the ground and its neck was knocked in half
There are too many accidental factors.

And no one can guarantee that one's opponent must be weaker than oneself.

Therefore, the duel of knights is called a trial of "let the heavenly father decide who is right and who is wrong", because the element of luck is indeed very important.

Lothar shook his head and said: "In terms of personal bravery, I have accumulated enough reputation. After all, even the honor of killing two werewolves was taken by me alone. If I make a move, they will not dare to fight. "

Hans complimented: "My lord is amazing!"

Lothar couldn't help laughing: "Hans, your compliments are too bad."

A group of well-dressed knights surrounded Amalric and stood outside the "Oak and Hazelnut" inn.

They confronted the heavily armed royal knights and sergeants at a distance.

Lothar's prestige in the knight order is rising day by day. For these latecomers, the disdain for his grand master in speech and demeanor has already made them extremely angry.

"Don't be impulsive, everything is decided by the big group leader!"

Pepin, who has been promoted as "Knight Commander" and "Banner Holder", has great prestige among the knights. He spontaneously restrains other knights and is no longer as reckless as before.

On Amalric's side, several knights looked at the excited crowd opposite, with worried expressions: "This Baron Lothar is the grand master of the Royal Knights, will he agree to your request?"

"What kind of bullshit is the head of the group, a young man with no hair at all, Lord Amalric asked him to vacate this hotel to show him face."

Guy of Lusignan said loudly: "That's right, this Lothar has an indissoluble relationship with Sir Humphrey's death. As for the testimony of those local nobles and knights? Who knows if they are in collusion?" Get up, want to take advantage of Earl Leonard's lack of time to take care of this place, and seek the territory of Montreal?"

Guy recognized that Baron Lothar would never dare to offend his powerful elder brother again at this time, and he even wanted to please his elder brother, hoping that he could speak a few words of kindness for him.

"You mean, I'm still a sinner now?"

The knights and sergeants standing in front of the inn slowly separated.

Lothar strode out.

He looked at the condescending knight on a strong horse.

In the history of his previous life, he sat on the throne of Jerusalem because he married Sibylah, and later became the ruler of Cyprus by relying on Richard the Lionheart.

A lucky, but stupid guy.

It is a disaster for everyone to have a high position stolen by such a person.

He raised his voice and demanded, "Answer my question, Guy!"

Not to be outdone, Guy said: "Isn't it? Without a judgment, no one can remove the suspicion of the death of you and Sir Humphrey. As for the theory of evil spirits? It's even more ridiculous!

There is only one true God in the world, and that is Heavenly Father!Where did this evil god come from? "

"In that case, let Heavenly Father decide whether I am guilty or not."

Lothar took off his glove and slammed it hard to the opposite side.

boom--

Amalric was caught off guard, and was slammed on the face by the heavy chain armor gloves.

He said angrily: "You are crazy, Lothar, I am the palace minister, how dare you treat me like this?"

The glove slipped off his face and fell to the ground.

But he didn't dare to reach out to pick it up, because if he did, it meant that he accepted Lothar's challenge. He was pampered in the court, but he didn't have the slightest confidence in his bravery.

Guy blushed and cursed: "You bastard, a barbarian who ran out of the Germanic mountains, you despise the law because you think you are brave. !"

Lothar laughed a little and said: "If I remember correctly, the person who used to rely on his own experience in duels and throw gloves at others at every turn seems to be you? I am also curious, how to get rid of this habit of throwing gloves at others The stink of throwing gloves? You should be experienced, can you teach me?"

Guy's lungs were about to explode.

Ever since he was defeated cleanly by that blacksmith from Gaul, his reputation for bravery seemed to have been trampled by countless feet.

Some of the defeated opponents in the past began to mock him for not even being a blacksmith opponent.

Lothar literally tore open the scar buried in his heart and sprinkled salt on it.

"Enough, Lothar."

Amalric felt that it was a bit difficult to get off the tiger now.

Looking around, those knights who were intimidated by his palace status in the past, full of compliments and admiration, looked at him now as if they were looking at a clown.

He was very sure that if he just retreated, the hearts of the team would be completely dispersed.

After that, it is conceivable how many of these knights can stay under their command.

In this battle, he still plans to make meritorious deeds. Even some insignificant meritorious deeds can allow Queen Mother Agnes to operate and seal him a fief.

If the knights are all scattered, who else can he count on?
Count on those conscripts who used to be mostly local hooligans and didn't even have complete armaments?

"It's fine if you don't dare to fight. I know it's too difficult for you to fight with me. Hans, it's your turn to throw your gloves at our court chancellor."

Snapped--

This time, Amalric had already prepared himself and turned his head subconsciously, but a pair of heavy iron gloves still fell on his face impartially.

"Bastard!"

"You're just too deceitful!"

"My lord, did I deceive you?"

There was a hint of coldness in Lothar's voice, and the majestic coercion brought by the blood of the dragon descendant swept away like a storm.

He walked forward step by step.

The faces of the knights on the opposite side changed slightly, and the mounts under their crotches retreated uncontrollably.

"You want to usurp the hotel that I spent a lot of money to rent, and take me under my command. After going through a bloody battle and killing hundreds of Mamluk cavalry, the crusader warriors prepared a resting place, but now it's me deceiving you gone?"

"I will fight you!"

The unbearable Guy shouted.

"Fortunately, you haven't been completely crippled by those heavy punches."

Lothar didn't know whether to approve or sarcastically said.

Amalric quickly added: "We should decide the date of the duel. In the future, we will travel around and we will be exhausted. It is too unfair to us to fight now."

"When do you want it?"

Amalric thought for a while, and said, "At least a week later."

This is obviously an excuse.

A week later, the army is estimated to be facing off against the Saracens under the city of Kaleburg, and there is no time for a duel.

But Lothar did not refuse, he just nodded: "Yes. But, honorable Lord Chancellor, I have to warn you about one thing, restrain your subordinates, don't conflict with my knights, let alone let I have seen you occupying the homes of civilians, even pagan civilians."

Amalric's face changed slightly, he never thought that Lothar even thought of this.

"Pagan civilians are also considered human beings? Are we warriors who fight for gods not even entitled to occupy the houses of pagans? Baron Lothar, do you regard yourself as the supreme and indisputable king? Do you rely on What order me?"

Lothar smiled and said: "You can try it, I don't mind trying your hands with the rabble under your command before fighting the bloody Saracens."

"My lord, you have been greedy for so much money in the city defense army, and you just gave some of it to the soldiers under your command who lack food and clothing. Are you still unwilling? I really can't imagine that the brave Frankish knights in the past would be so brave. Soon to be as greedy and miserly as the Jew."

"You are slander!"

In the end, Amalric retreated in despair.

Like a clown brought by a gypsy caravan, or an actor at court to please the nobles, he staged a farce at the gate of the city and in front of the hotel.

(End of this chapter)