People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 124
Lothar's legs lightly clamped the horse's belly, and the Arabian horse under his crotch walked forward slowly. After walking more than ten meters, the war horse also gradually picked up speed and turned into a trot.

His breathing was very gentle, and the lance he erected was as steady as Mount Tai.

The noisy human voices around him were automatically filtered out by him.

Compared with the rush of blood when he charged with a gun at the beginning, now he has been able to calm down like water. In other words, only blood can temper veterans.

opposite.

Rangna, who was riding a black sweat horse, raised the lance in her hand, and also assumed a sprint posture.

She didn't wear a helmet, and her long golden hair was shining brightly under the scorching sun and fluttering in the wind.

The sound of horseshoes was like thunder.

The gust of wind whizzed by my ears.

When the two are about to collide.

The world seemed to freeze, and everyone was in slow motion.

Lothar clearly saw that Jeanna blinked at him slightly, and then, the apple wood lance in her hand was on his plate armor, breaking into countless wooden strips.

Sawdust flew, raining down on his helmet.

Lothar was still holding his lance, and turned around in surprise.

Missed?
How did she escape?
The knights watching were also in an uproar.

"Really or not, did the head of the group release the water?"

"Awesome, her reaction speed is too fast, can a woman really do this? Compared with her, the so-called female knight in a skirt is a joke."

"Hey, so is that lady really nice?"

"What's wrong? Didn't you see how she treated the grand leader? It was the grand leader who freed her son from the hands of evil gods, but she still wanted His Majesty to make the grand leader a sinner." .”

"That's right, Lady Stephanie is not a knight at all if she doesn't know right from wrong for the sake of her own son."

The noisy discussions in his ears did not interfere with Lothar's movements. He took a deep breath, took off his helmet, and praised: "Amazing! Do it again."

Jeanna raised her heroic eyebrows: "Okay."

The two distanced themselves again.

This time, there was no need for Jeanna to pick it up in person, but a knight trotted forward, eagerly offering an apple-wood training lance.

There was a rare hint of excitement on Uldin Gujing's face, and he murmured in a low voice: "This is the knight saint of the Holy Church. If I have such power, I can stand up when Milan falls. Come out and stop this."

Although he is very dissatisfied with the Holy Church's compromising with the wolf clan, and even colluding with the dark creatures, which has become more and more depraved.

But he only has respect for this saint who has always been fighting against dark creatures on the front line.

To evaluate a person, don't look at her appearance, and don't look at what she usually talks about, but look at what she actually does.

The sound of hooves sounded like drums.

From slow to sick.

A new round of charge started again under the eyes of everyone.

boom--

The training lance shattered again.

But this time, Lothar hit.

"it is good!"

"The chief's move is really tricky. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to avoid it."

People are happy with the result.

Jeanna smiled and raised the intact lance in her hand, and gestured to Lothar: "It's very powerful, my lord."

"Let's still compete in swordsmanship."

Lothar let out a sigh of relief, of course Jeanna let the water go, Lothar couldn't figure out how a person could play such a useless thing like a lance so well.

His spiritual power is high enough, so he can see it more clearly than others.

When the two were about to intersect, it was not he who avoided the opponent's lance, but the opponent's lance avoided his body. It was only from the perspective of a bystander that it was difficult to distinguish this detail.

"Okay, just to see your prop."

Jeanna turned over and dismounted, and patted "Grape" on the buttocks frivolously, signaling it to run and stay.

And "Grape" really ran away obediently and stayed on the sidelines.

Obviously at the beginning, it was quite rebellious, and I don't know what kind of magic power this woman has.

The two posed.

"Be careful, this magic item is of high quality."

Jeanna smiled and said, "My lord, you can do your best and don't worry about hurting me. After all, I am a six-star."

How does this sentence sound weird?

Lothar frowned slightly. The next moment, the strong wind roared in front of him, and the borrowed knight sword in Jeanna's hand was already thundering, and it fell towards Lothar from top to bottom.

I haven't had time to put the mask down yet!

Lothar had such a thought in his heart, and at the same time, the movement of his hand was raised before his head could react, and the block blocked the blow.

"So fast!"

"Both of them are so fast!"

"This female knight's swordsmanship is so powerful?"

"The head of the group is not inferior at all. These two people are simply the most powerful swordsmanship masters I have ever seen. No wonder the head of the group throws gloves at the palace minister Amalric every time, and the palace minister dare not take it—— If it were me, I would not dare!"

Among the crowd, Amalric, who was watching the fun, suddenly turned dark.

"Why is there still my business?"

Hans watched intently. He is the one with the most superb sword skills among these people. Others may just watch the fun, but he can see the "doorway" in it.

"My lord and Ms. Rangna's swordsmanship are not much different from mine."

But the last time I sparred with my lord, I defeated him with only [-]% of my strength.

What exactly is it that made the master's attainments in swordsmanship soar to such a level?
Hans' face was full of surprise.

In the field, the sound of gold and iron clashing became more and more intense.

The knights were dazzled, as if they were watching gods fighting. They couldn't understand it, but it was clear that these two were extremely powerful.

Belian exclaimed: "Baron Lothar's swordsmanship is really powerful, but this lady can match him... It's really shocking."

Baron Godfrey's tone was a bit sour: "I always thought that old fellow Werner was inferior to me in everything except being better than me in war."

"But now it seems that he is more capable of giving birth to sons than me."

Bellian was dumbfounded.

Godfrey snorted softly, "You obviously drank the precious potion, and you were taken by His Majesty's side as a knight-bearer, but you haven't made any progress yet, Belian, don't you feel ashamed?"

Belian was puzzled for a while, Baron Godfrey had never said that to himself before.

Cavalier Kevin persuaded in a low voice: "My lord, you think too much. How can a young man like Baron Lothar compare to him?"

Godfrey was silent.

After a while, he smiled bitterly and said, "Indeed, I shouldn't blame you."

"This time, Lothar almost turned the tide on his own and repelled Saladin. With His Majesty's respect for him, at least one of Bethlehem or Hebron will be granted to him."

Cavalier Kevin added: "Besides, His Majesty has taken Leonard's title of Earl of Transjordan. In my opinion, he has the intention of bestowing this title on Baron Lothar."

Godfrey nodded and said, "I think so too. When we return to Jerusalem, there should be results."

Belian was on the side, feeling like he was listening to a bible.

Lothar, is he about to be made an earl?

His own father is also the baron.

"Boy, don't look at me with such eyes. Didn't I teach you that an earl is not necessarily nobler than a baron."

Godfrey airway.

"Even if His Majesty named Lothar the Earl of Transjordan, there is a high probability that he can only grant him one city, because the Port of Ella and the Bishopric of Alandre (Southern Transjordan), which are located at the mouth of the Red Sea, are now in the hands of pagans. Petra, the Diocese of Tafila (in the east of Transjordan), Montreal, and Kalebourg are all owned by the Lord."

Hebron, strictly speaking, does not belong to the de jure territory of Transjordan, but belongs to the Crown Territory, located on the border of Palestine and Transjordan.

Since it has been in the hands of Leonard, over time, it has been included in the category of Transjordan.

"As for your father, I own a city and two castles. Even if he becomes an earl, I'm no worse than him. On the contrary, I can overwhelm him."

Belian praised perfunctorily: "I understand father, you are a powerful baron who is richer than the earl, I have always known this."

At this time, the battle in the arena had reached a fever pitch.

With a crisp sound, the sharp tip of the sword flew high and was nailed into the soil.

Jeanna spread her hand, and the armed sword she borrowed in her hand was directly cut off by Lothar during the battle, and the battle naturally came to an abrupt end.

"Sorry, knight, how much did you pay for your sword, I will pay you back!"

The knight had a heartache on his face, but he still pretended to be indifferent: "It's okay ma'am, it's an honor to be able to fight in your hands until the last moment."

Jeanna raised her hand and nodded lightly: "Thank you, knight."

"I...I am Valentine of Lance..."

Before the knight had time to say his name, he saw the graceful back of the fair-haired female knight gradually receding.

(End of this chapter)