People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

"My lord, Julia is back."

Fringela reminded.

Her tone was not good. Recently, Lothar had cheated on her several times, and today it seems that it is the same ending.

There was a trace of apology on Lothar's face: "Let her come and see me."

Before coming, Julia had obviously gone through some careful grooming, wearing a court-style dress with a large piece of snow-white skin exposed at the neckline.

She put out a flattering smile on her face: "My lord, in order to complete the task you entrusted to me, I dare not slacken the slightest bit along the way."

Lothar nodded slightly perfunctorily: "Thank you."

Julia complimented: "It's what people should do, my lord. On the way back, I heard that you killed a grown-up ground dragon with your own hands? Congratulations!"

Lothar frowned: "Talk about business."

The smile on Julia's face froze: "My lord, that old woman Stephanie has already lost her footing and fell on the fountain because of the aging of the handrail on the balcony. She is already dead."

Lothar said in a deep voice: "How is Leonard's reaction?"

"He didn't respond in particular."

Lothar couldn't help laughing and said: "Heh, who said that Leonard is a reckless idiot?"

Fringila reminded from the side: "It seems to be your father, Count Werner."

...

Early the next morning.

The city guards of the brigade escorted the carriage full of spoils into Hebron.

Hussain's face was ashen, and he was detained alone in a prison van.

Jeanna rode her war horse leisurely and passed by him.

To her, this battle was more like an outing in the countryside. No matter the intensity of the battlefield or the strength of the opponent, there was nothing to show for it.

Hussein grabbed the railing of the prison car: "Chevalier Jeanne, please listen to me!"

"I still have a secret treasure place. As long as your lord spares my family's life, I'm willing to tell your lord this treasure place."

Jeanna raised a finger and pointed to her ear: "I don't understand what you're saying, and I'm not interested in knowing it. If you want to argue, you can see the Earl soon."

The guards in strong and sharp clothes were divided into two rows at the gate of the castle.

They wore at least two layers of chain mail, a ridged helmet, a buckler on their backs, and a formidable two-handed axe in their hands.

As the iron gate was slowly raised by the winch.

"call--"

The guards all raised their battle axes in unison and let out a battle roar.

"Barbarians, what a bunch of savages!"

Hussein felt his heart beating hard. The new earl's army looked much more ferocious than Leonard's army.

This is not an elite that can be compared with the robbers under him at all!

He was pushed and shoved into the lord's hall.

He raised his head, and before he could see the young earl sitting on the gold-encrusted throne, he noticed the black-scaled dragon head under the huge double-headed eagle banner.

A pair of huge golden dragon eyes seem to be able to vaguely glimpse its majesty in life.

Dragon Slayer.
It turned out that it was not a legend to boast about.

He turned out to be a dragon slayer!
Hussein said with some trepidation: "Master Earl, I really don't understand what I did wrong. If someone pays you to deal with me? No matter how much they pay, I am willing to pay double!"

"You broke the law, Hussein."

Lothar said expressionlessly.

Although he is only a young man, but because of his blood of dragon descendants and his high position, he actually looks majestic like a monarch.

"As the lord of the entire Transjordan, no one can bribe me, I just want to maintain the sanctity of the law."

Hussain was clearly not convinced.

He emphasized his tone and said, "Master Earl, don't think that I will hide all my money at home. I still have three treasure places. As long as you let me go, these treasures will all be yours."

Lothar emphasized again: "I have already said that no one can buy me, Hussein."

"Accept a public trial. I will follow the customs of the ancient empire. When everyone gives you a thumbs up, you can live. When everyone gives you a thumbs up, you die."

"What's the point of doing such a trick?"

Hussein yelled angrily: "Master Earl, you have no idea how much gold and silver are hidden in my three treasure places. It is the wealth accumulated by my family's ancestors for generations."

He knew that with what he did, no one would think he deserved to live. What is the difference between this and being executed?
"I'll say it one last time, no one can buy me off."

Lothar said with a smile: "Let my citizens feel more involved, this is your final value. Or, you can also consider using your outstanding eloquence to gain yourself a chance to avoid death."

He waved his hand: "Take him down."

Lothar looked at Fringila, and she immediately understood, patted the non-existent chest, and said, "Wrap it on me"—poor Hussein, who is about to be squeezed out of the last bit of oil and water.

Hussein's angry growls faded away.

"Next, bring Adnan up."

Last night, Ulm led troops to break into Adnan's mansion. The battle process was lacklustre, because the opponent was not prepared at all.

The advantage of night attack is fully reflected.

This middle-aged man has a full jaw beard, and he seems to have aged ten years in just one night: "My lord, I don't understand, why did you attack me suddenly? Could it be that I have something disrespectful to you?"

"Aziz, you should know the name."

Adnan's complexion changed greatly: "My lord, is it because of such a small matter?"

"Small thing?"

Aziz, who was listening outside the door, roared angrily: "You raped my wife and forced her to commit suicide by jumping into a well, and you think it's a trivial matter?"

Lothar pointed to Aziz and said, "He's a freeman, isn't he?"

Aziz's complexion changed slightly.

"Yes, yes, but"

"No, but since you are not a serf, Aziz and you are just employed. You violated the law, Mr. Adnan. Although I am very sad, I still have to declare you guilty."

Adnan looked gloomy, he lowered his head, and said coldly: "My lord, I offer you horses, gold and silver, but you treat us so harshly, don't you think about the consequences?"

"Ah--"

A contemptuous laugh completely angered Adnan. He raised his head and said, "You can imprison me with such trivial reasons, but you broke the rules, and you will regret it sooner or later!"

Lothar picked up a page of papyrus in his hand: "It contains the sins you and your family members have committed. You think it is insignificant, but in my opinion, this is enough to sentence you to death ten times."

"Adnan, I give you the same treatment as Hussein. You will all be judged at the public trial. The inspector will declare your sins to all the citizens of Hebron. If they think you don't deserve to die, you can live."

Adnan's tone suddenly rose: "Master Earl, are you really going to kill me?"

He couldn't believe it.

No need to think about it, he knew what it would be like to hand him over to those pariahs for trial.

He thought that Lothar would blackmail him and imprison him, but he never thought that he would kill him.

Lothar shook his head and said, "It's not that I want to kill you, it's the law that wants to kill you."

Adnan roared: "You are crazy, Lothar, you are simply crazy. In your eyes, it is better to attract those untouchables who don't even have a set of clothes to cover their bodies than those of us who have food and ordnance hidden in our homes." Is it more important to have a 'headman' with a lot of gold and silver?"

Lothar waved his hand, signaling the guards to push him out.

He sighed softly, lay on his back on the lord's throne, and stretched his waist: "Who told you to eat too much? Even I think I eat too little, let alone the civilians below."

Outside, it was already full of voices.

Since Lothar ordered the city guards to announce the news of the public trial yesterday, people who were full of anticipation gathered in the streets and alleys of the city early this morning.

Hearing Umr enumerating the sins of these people, they all became angry and uttered various curses.

Most of the people who went on pilgrimage to Hebron were poor people. When they heard about the sins committed by the tyrants in these places, they could empathize with them naturally.

Zoroastrianism domesticated them and made them willing to live as "cattle and horses".

But they didn't really know how to rise up and resist.

It's just that even the agricultural tools used for farming by hand need to be rented from these local tyrants.

A group of unarmed people who can only rack their brains every day to figure out what to eat for their next meal have already become numb in their hearts. How can they think about how to resist?

Ulm was so nervous that his palms were shaking. He had never received so many people's gazes.

Below, densely packed with human heads.

The citizens who came to watch the public trial were packed shoulder to shoulder, and thousands of people gathered in this narrow area. He was really worried that these people would swarm up, break through the barriers of the guards, drag him down and trample him to death.

Facing the things recorded on the papyrus, he read one by one: "Adnan, three days ago, violated the commandments of Zoroastrianism in the mansion, and raped the wife of the freeman Aziz after drinking.

After his wife committed suicide by throwing herself into a well, Aziz wanted to seek justice for himself, but was severely beaten instead. The following 12 people can testify to this. "

"In addition, his family members had the following evil deeds."

Sen Mutt translated it aloud.

"Hussein secretly funded three gangs of bandits, and plundered villages and passing caravans many times. The number of casualties is incalculable, and the looted money is incalculable. The following twelve witnesses can testify to this."

Before they finished speaking, someone below began to angrily pick up stones, rotten vegetable leaves and other things in their hands and throw them at Adnan and Hussein who were imprisoned in the cage.

The guards were powerless to stop them, so they could only try their best to maintain order.

"If you think that this person is not worthy of death, then give your thumbs up; if you think that this person should be sentenced to death, then give your thumbs up."

Ulm yelled.

The voice carried through the crowd.

After a while.

Whether they were Christians, Jews or Saracens, almost without exception, they all gave the thumbs up.

Different languages ​​converge into a single vocabulary.

"death penalty!"

"death penalty!"

"death penalty!"

Ulm said loudly: "The Earl is willing to accept the opinions of his people, and hereby sentence Hussein and Adnan to death!"

As the executioner removed the wooden boards under the two people's feet, he suddenly fell into the air, and his whole body was suspended in mid-air, and his body fell heavily, breaking his own neck.

In an instant, he died completely.

"Long live!"

"Father (Holy Fire) bless the Earl."

"Long live the Earl!"

"Long live the just lord!"

The sound of people shouting like a tsunami sounded.

Lothar stood on the tower at the top of the castle. He listened to the shouts of the city and whispered: "This is the power of the so-called 'untouchables'."