People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Leave the palace hall.

A well-dressed servant was standing in the corridor waiting.

Seeing Lothar appearing, he immediately greeted him, and said in a humble tone: "Master Earl, Your Royal Highness invites you to a banquet."

Lothar glanced at the coat of arms on the opponent's shoulder, and his expression moved slightly.

Six standing yellow lions on a blue background arranged in an inverted triangle represent the branch of Anjou, and the large cross represents the royal family of Jerusalem.

Richard the Lionheart inherited the lion coat of arms from his mother, Aquitaine, and added it to the original double lion coat of arms of William's family in Normandy (representing Albion and the Duchy of Normandy respectively), thus evolving into the current Three Lions coat of arms.

Although they are all an Anjou family, the Jerusalem royal family will not change accordingly.

The complexity of heraldry is evident.

Lothar asked: "Which princess is your highness?"

The servant smiled and said, "Your Highness Sibylah."

"Sorry, I am very honored to receive such an invitation, but please tell your highness that your highness has an important task for me. Please forgive me for not accepting your highness's kindness."

Lothar looked apologetic.

The banquet in this era is an important occasion for the nobles to connect with each other, agree to marry and even conclude a covenant.

If he hadn't got something else to do, he would be more than happy to attend the banquet.

"My lord, how about this? The banquet will be held at the royal manor of Princess Sibilla, and it will be this evening. You can come anytime after you finish dealing with the matter in hand."

"Okay, thanks."

Watching the servant go away, Fringila immediately became angry: "Oh, this old woman in heat really has a heart for you, my lord."

"I don't want to die?"

Jeanna immediately showed a curious expression: "Miss Flynn, I'm quite curious about this matter, can you tell me in detail?"

Fringira rolled her eyes: "There's nothing to say!"

Lothar smiled and said nothing.

It's not that he is narcissistic, Princess Sibilla probably really meant this, otherwise the servant would not have said that as long as he finished his official duties, he could come to the door at any time.

After all, he is already one of the most prominent young nobles in the kingdom, and he is still unmarried. Even if Baldwin IV and Godfrey let out the news, they still can't stop the nobles from all sides wanting to marry Lothar.

Even if it is a political marriage, noble ladies would rather be with younger dignitaries who are more handsome and more promising.

Jeanna said with some regret: "If my lord marries this Princess Sibilla, wouldn't she be able to become the crown prince's stepfather? At that time, it will not be difficult to be crowned king."

"This kind of golden rich woman is really hard to find with a lantern."

Fringila said angrily: "They are all old women who have given birth to children. What do you think is so expensive?"

Jeanna pondered for a while, and said a very pertinent evaluation: "In terms of age, she is much younger than the three of us."

An anxious expression appeared on Fringila's face, as if her most beloved thing was about to be taken away by someone, she tugged at the corner of Lothar's clothes, and said nothing.

Lothar smiled and touched her head: "Don't think about that. If I want the throne, I want to take it myself. I will go west from Transjordan, conquer the Sinai Peninsula, and then enter Egypt. At that time, I can completely establish A brand new kingdom."

Even if Baldwin IV was not cured, and Princess Sibilla was about to be crowned Queen Regent, he never thought of obtaining the throne of Jerusalem by means of marriage.

We are all cheating, and we still have to wrong ourselves for a political marriage?
That's too bad.

If you want to marry, take Prajna!

Subconsciously in Lothar's mind, the scene of Banruo holding a baby with a cold face, and breastfeeding the baby under the cover of the curtain appeared.

The two looked at each other, and Banruo was taken aback by the rare burning in his eyes.

Fringela: "?"

...

In a manor on the outskirts of Jerusalem.

Hans was leading a team of knights and sergeants from the Royal Knights to surround the manor.

"It should be here."

He twitched his nose and ordered his men to take care of the mounts, while the rest of them were fully armed and marched into the manor.

"Be careful, start a search in groups of three."

Hans ordered.

The beast instinct told him that the target was in this manor.

As a werewolf, he felt that the most suitable job for him should be to arrest murderers and solve cases.

The werewolf's terrifying sense of smell and his innate beast instinct made him arrest many criminals after he took charge of the Royal Knights, and the security problem in Jerusalem has been greatly improved.

"Your Excellency, there is no one!"

The soldiers reported one after another.

"no one?"

"how is this possible!"

He twitched his nostrils and kept searching forward.

After a while, he came to the garden behind the manor. He searched the nursery until he came to a place, raised the armed sword in his hand and stabbed fiercely.

Below, there was the sound of planks breaking.

"Search."

Hans pulled out the sword with mud spots on it, and ordered people to come forward, lift up the muddy ground, and immediately revealed a deep tunnel leading underground.

"My lord, how did you find out?"

smell it.

Hans said silently in his heart.

He said nonsense: "The soil on the ground is very new, and the method of covering a wooden board with a layer of soil has never been considered a clever means of covering up."

The knights immediately showed admiration.

"I see!"

"We still have a lot to learn from Your Excellency the Commander."

Descend to the ground.

Hans looked solemnly at the stacked clay pots in front of him.

Inside, there was a strange faint fragrance, that kind of smell that seemed to arouse people's appetite, which made the secretion of saliva in his mouth a little faster.

Because of this, Hans' expression became more dignified.

Because he is a werewolf, his favorite food in the recipe is always human, so it is conceivable what is hidden in the clay pot.

"Sir, is this?"

The soldiers showed panic all over their faces. They had also found this kind of thing when they searched the cellars of heretics in the city before.

At first they thought it was wine, but when they opened it, they found pieces of finely chopped bones and meat floating in the dark red wine.

"Well, don't pay attention to these things. Our purpose is to tie up all these villains who distort the will of the heavenly father, instigate righteous belief and eat people, and put them on the stake."

Hans said in a deep voice.

A group of people walked silently in the dark tunnel.

A knight suddenly said: "Last year, my newborn son disappeared."

The atmosphere became more and more dull.

Hans couldn't say anything comforting, he just said: "Be careful, protect yourself, don't let your wife lose her son first and then lose her husband."

He pushed away the two knights who were leading the way, and said, "Let me go to the front. If something happens, you immediately withdraw from the corridor."

"But."

Hans snorted coldly: "This corridor is already narrow, and my swordsmanship is wide open. You crowding behind me will only make it impossible for me to move around."

"Yes."

The soldiers nodded.

Nowadays, Hans' reputation in the Royal Knights is sometimes even better than that of Lothar.

For them, Lothar is a legend and an object of worship.

But more often, it is just a symbol in my heart, too high and too far away from them.

Hans is the "big group leader" who they really come into contact with every day, who will preside over their training and take part of his salary to subsidize the family of the poor.

The corridor is very long, and it has not reached the ground after walking for a long time.

Until, Hans smelled a strong smell of blood.

pat-

A drop of blood fell on his shoulder.

He immediately warned: "We are coming, if the opponent is too strong, remember to follow my order to evacuate and seek support."

The soldiers agreed one by one.

But what Hans didn't know was that the more he said that, the more unwilling these people were to abandon him on the battlefield alone.

No one is not afraid of death.

But for some people, death will not be more sad than accepting the torture of one's conscience every day and night in the following days and nights.

A group of people came to the end of the corridor, where there was a ladder leading to the top.

At the end of the stairs, there is a stone gate, which is ajar, and when pushed hard, it opens.

What appeared in front of me was an incomparably wide hall.

This place probably used to be the ruins of a grand theater built by the Greeks. Among the broken walls and ruins, it still reveals the glorious scene when the empire ruled here in the past.

"Father above!"

"Is this a ritual to sacrifice to demons?"

The faces of the soldiers were full of fear.

In the middle of the hall, living people were sitting cross-legged on the ground, their heads were hanging down, and blood was constantly overflowing from their wrists.

Their lives are passing by, but they have no intention of resisting at all.

If it weren't for their chests still rising and falling slightly, anyone would only think that they were a group of lifeless corpses.

Blood wet the ground.

The pungent iron smell filled everyone's nostrils.

In the middle of these people, a fleshy ball that was beating vigorously like a heart was stretching out red tentacles like straws, reaching into the ground to drink blood.

At this time, a priest in worn-out cassock, holding a Bible in his hand, shouted loudly among the crowd: "Praise you, great Son, please come to the world again in the place where you fell, Amen!"

bang bang-

bang bang-

The beating speed of the "heart" became faster and faster, causing the knights present to feel flustered for no reason, as if even their own heartbeats had to become synchronized with the meat ball.

until there was a bang.

The meatball burst.

From it, walked out a huge monster with a height of three meters.

It has winding red magic horns on the top of its head, its body is covered with black triangular scales like dragon scales, its blue-black face is like a goat, and a lot of blood-colored tentacles like beards hang down from its lower jaw.

The huge fleshy wings spread out like clouds covering the sun.

"This is a demon!"

A look of astonishment appeared on Hans' face.