People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 13 Competition
Count Leopold was a pale young man with short curly hair and a red beard, who looked no more than thirty years old.

Today he was wearing a purple blouse and a golden belt. The servants carried the red cloak behind him and followed him to the throne.

He stood still in front of the seat, and stretched out his hand to press the sword scabbard inlaid with gold and ivory around his waist, which made his whole person more noble and extraordinary.

Lothar secretly sighed in his heart: Although they all have the title of earl, if Count Werner stands with Count Leopold.

Even with the treasures he brought back from the Holy Land on his body, he looked like a country rich man.

This era is not more developed as it goes west.

On the contrary, both the Eastern Empire and the Ayub Empire in Egypt are regarded as fertile lands.

The power of Count Leopold of Vienna, who controls the land trade hub of Western Europe and the Eastern Empire, is evident.

It was not the Countess who followed Count Leopold on the stage.

It was a mysterious woman wearing a shawl-style brown hood and a bright red luxurious dress, revealing only her white chin.

Someone in the audience whispered: "This lady is said to be a witch consultant hired by the Earl. Some people claim to have seen her in His Majesty's bedroom."

Someone showed dissatisfaction: "This kind of prodigal woman can also sit on a higher position than us?"

"Be quiet, this is a witch!"

"I heard that the emperor's most trusted palace earl offended a witch, and was turned into a mouse by that evil woman on the spot. In the end, the emperor stepped forward to make her turn the earl back into a human being."

There were whispers in my ears.

Although Count Leopold was grateful for the event, people still resented him for favoring the witch.

Banruo suddenly said: "Her breath is somewhat familiar."

"familiar?"

Lothar was startled.

As if she had a feeling in her heart, after the woman on the stage sat down, she immediately glanced over.

Lothar quickly lowered his head, and a guess suddenly came to his mind: "You're talking about the giant python we saw last night?"

"Ah."

Banruo nodded slightly: "She also recognized me, but she probably took me as a witch to go with her. We just don't cross the river."

"Ah."

Lothar nodded, but still felt uncomfortable in his heart.

Fighting right under the nose of a lioness who could kill you at any moment, even though you know the lioness won't jump down and eat him, still feels uncomfortable.

Count Leopold raised his hand and pressed it falsely, signaling for everyone to be quiet.

Immediately, he drew a false cross in front of him, and recited piously: "All knights, nobles, and free people, praise the Heavenly Father!"

"Forever and ever, Amen!"

People prayed devoutly.

Leopold said in a deep voice: "Thanks to all the warriors, I can show my shame and rush to this place. The evil beliefs from the east have threatened the safety of the Holy Land. As the knights of the heavenly father, we must follow the example of our ancestors and start afresh. Raise the crusader's banner aloft, and launch an expedition to the east."

"But for the time being, I have a reason not to go to the expedition. I only wish to support more warriors who are loyal to the heavenly father. No matter who wins or loses in this competition, anyone who is willing to participate in the Eastern Expedition will receive a travel fee of [-] dinars."

"Now, all knights, please show us your bravery. In addition to funding the Crusaders, I also intend to select a personal knight. Not only will I bestow Vienna Forest Hills as his fief, but I will also entrust other important tasks."

When the knights heard this, they immediately became overwhelmed. Not to mention their enthusiasm, even some barons present were a little eager to try.

Vienna Forest Hills is a mountain town. Although it is far from being able to compare with the wealthy Vienna, it is still a town, equivalent to a hen that can lay golden eggs.

"Praise be to Heavenly Father, and praise to the great and generous Lord Leopold."

Lothar secretly sighed: "It's really a big deal. The fiefdom of a city is taken out as soon as it is said to be taken out. It is estimated that only the Austrian frontier count who is still constantly expanding the territory can have this kind of money."

"In the whole of Great Germania, except for this one, even the emperor of the Hohenstaufen family, it is impossible to take out a city as the prize of the knight competition?"

Contests were staged one after another.

Every contestant draws lots to fight against the enemy, the winner advances to the next round, and the loser exits directly.

Lothar observed in the stands for a while, and couldn't help but have an idea in his heart: that's it?

The level of these knights is uneven, but as far as it is concerned, Lothar has not yet felt that there is an opponent who can make him feel obviously stressed.

He was a little surprised, am I too fierce, or are these knights too weak?
The servant who resembled an announcer shouted: "The next battle is Lothar von Habsburg of Aargau and Abelardo Medici of Tuscany."

Medici?
Isn't this the prominent family that ruled Florence for hundreds of years?
Lothar's heart trembled, and he immediately got up, beckoned Ryan to help him hold the equipment, and led the mount to prepare to enter the arena.

Lothar entered the field obviously earlier.

After waiting for a long time, the opponent came late.

Wearing a blue blouse with white irises, he rode on a tall horse, frequently waving to the audience in the stands, and there were warm cheers from around.

Obviously, the name Abelardo has a lot of popularity.

On the contrary, Lothar seemed a little unknown.

"Habsburg, which family is this?"

"Argau, that poor country in Switzerland?"

"Don't talk nonsense, that earl is a powerful person. His Majesty the Emperor favors him very much, and even invited him to be the commander-in-chief of the imperial army."

"What's the point? He's great, but it doesn't mean his son is also great, let alone the second son."

"Abelardo is a powerful knight named after the famous general Abelardo who once followed Charlemagne. He once swept all the competitions in Lombardy. If he hadn't been wild by nature, he would have been sealed by some prince. Minister."

The buzzing sound made Banruo frown a little: "It's too early for you to make a decision. If the victory or defeat is judged by fame, as soon as this Abelardo plays, the rest of them will admit defeat."

"Oh, what do you know about women?"

Someone was dismissive.

"For a knight, fame means strength."

He looked at Hannah with disdain.

The expression on her face froze immediately, even though she was wearing a veil, one could tell that she was definitely a peerless beauty just by looking at Hannya's exposed eyebrows.

He immediately changed his tune and said, "Miss, what you said actually makes sense."

"I'm Knight Mergen from Lorraine. Miss, are you interested in the Knight Tournament? Would you like me to explain it to you in detail?"

Ban Shuo refused brittlely, "No need."

Melgen still wanted to entangle: "Miss, I am also a very good knight. I once won the No.2 good result in the knight competition held by the Duke of Lower Lorraine."

Hannya frowned, squeezed her hand slightly on the railing, and then let go, branding a deep depression on it, even fingerprints were clearly visible.

Melgen's face suddenly turned pale.

He has seen people who can break and crush such a thick wooden railing, but he never imagined that there is someone in this world who can burn four clearly visible finger marks on it.

"Sorry to bother you, ma'am, and please forgive my insolence."

Banruo waved his hand and drove him away like a fly.

Abelardo's expression was not arrogant, but his eyes were extremely aggressive.

He looked Lothar up and down, as if a wolf was aiming at its prey.

"Is your armor made by a master craftsman in Milan? I don't know your coat of arms, but I know that the armor made by this craftsman is very sophisticated."

"But unfortunately, it and your mount will belong to me soon."

Abelardo's silver-gray eyes are full of coldness and disdain. He has won the title of champion knight in knight competitions many times.

Obviously, he didn't take an unknown newcomer like Lothar seriously.

"I hope your skills are as strong as your mouth."

The corners of Lothar's mouth curled up slightly, showing a mocking smile - he knew that the other party was an arrogant person, and using such a tone and demeanor could most irritate the other party.

And angry, you will lose your mind.

It's just that the eyes of the knight opposite are still full of calmness and coldness.

The two emotions are perfectly blended together, not affected by Lothar at all, confident and cautious-this is a very powerful opponent!
He took the lance and shield from the attendants, put on the helmet, and said: "Let's start quickly, I defeated you earlier, and I will also dedicate this insignificant honor to a lady who is watching the ceremony."

With that, he pulled down his mask.

Lothar put on his barrel helmet, raised his lance and kite-shaped shield, and ordered Ryan to prepare a replacement lance, then urged his horse to trot forward.

Abelardo took the lead in speeding up his horse and launched a charge.

He used a shield to protect the weak point of his armor, and the lance in his hand shook slightly from side to side. During this charge, he was still keenly observing Lothar's weakness.

click -

Accompanied by a crackling sound.

The two lances pierced the opponent's shield at the same time.

Lothar only felt a huge force coming, and the whole person was overturned directly.

And the other party was also uncomfortable, and both of them fell from the horse at the same time.

But the fall doesn't mean the battle is over.

Abelardo immediately wanted to turn over and mount his horse again, but Lothar was the complete opposite, pulling out the armed sword at his waist and pounced on Abelardo.

In terms of riding skills, he is no match for the opponent.

But in terms of strength, he is better than the opponent.

In the face of this kind of enemy, it is necessary to maximize strengths and avoid weaknesses.

scoff-

Lothar's armed sword cut a hole in the opponent's blouse, and then got stuck in the lock ring of the armor, unable to go any further.

In film and television works, armor is often as fragile as thin paper.

But if we really fight, we will know that a knight in a pair of fine armor is simply an indestructible heavy tank.

Abelardo had no choice but to give up his plan to mount his horse again, and drew out his half-handed sword to challenge Lothar.

The two entangled for more than ten rounds, sparks shot from the blade, but they met each other, and neither could do anything to the other.

Leopold was excited to see this, and ordered his attendants to separate the two, saying: "The performance of both of you is outstanding. You don't have to decide the winner at this time, you can both advance, and in the subsequent decisive battle , let’s divide the competition.”

The two had no choice but to give up and retreated to the outside of the field.

Lothar took off the barrel helmet and chain armor hood he was wearing, and heaved a sigh of relief. Ryan immediately handed him a clay pot filled with clear water for him to drink.

Model respectfully said: "My lord, this Abelardo knight is very powerful. You are still young, so it is best not to fight recklessly with him."

Lothar nodded.

"Don't worry, I know it well. If I can't beat it, I will decisively surrender and admit defeat."

The honor and disgrace of Model and Ryan are tied to him, so naturally he doesn't want him to fight desperately with his opponents in the arena.

He walked up to Prajna and asked in a low voice, "Will it be too boring?"

Banruo nodded slightly, and said, "There are indeed some."

Looking at the knight competition with the strength of Prajna is like watching ants fight.

"wait for me."

Under her puzzled eyes, Lothar walked straight to the long table not far away, filled with various kinds of food, and returned leisurely after a while.

Banruo suddenly felt something stuffed in the palm of his hand, and looked down, it was a handful of hazelnuts.

Lothar explained: "Eat some, it's right to relieve boredom."

Strictly speaking, Prajna does not belong to human beings.

But she can also eat human food, but it doesn't matter if she eats more or less.

She doesn't need to replenish energy through the more primitive way of eating.

Banruo did not refuse, she peeled off a hazelnut and stuffed it into her mouth, then nodded slightly: "Not bad, go and rest, there are other opponents coming, you need to maintain good physical strength."

"it is good."

Lothar nodded.

(End of this chapter)