People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 157 The Vineyard

It didn't rain very much.

patter.

The whole city was covered with a layer of mist, as if wearing a white gauze scarf.

Baron Godfrey stood at the entrance of the palace hall, carefully brushing off the splashes of mud on the plate armor burqa, with an unstoppable smile on his face.

along the way.

People's expressions of envy for this gorgeous armor on his body made him feel a little ecstatic.

Godfrey is not a pleasure-loving, extravagant person.

The teachings of the Catholic Church have never advocated this, but a set of gorgeous armor with amazing defensive power and the ability to get rid of the black and bad appearance of the chain armor is really hard to stop.

Only I have it, but others don't.

This refreshing feeling is like in Lothar's original world, when the school can only wear bloated blue and white school uniforms in winter, you justifiably put on a very handsome, warm and comfortable new clothes.

Godfrey couldn't wait to show off to those vassals and colleagues at the court meeting, and by the way, promote a wave of this customized high-quality plate armor for Lothar.

At this time.

Behind him, there was a sudden sound of horseshoes.

The regent King Raymond, who was leading a team of attendants, was wearing a blue cloak with a cross printed on it. He handed the reins to the attendants with a smile on his face, and walked up the stone steps.

When the two looked at each other, their expressions froze subconsciously.

"Lord Tiberias."

Raymond also smiled back: "Lord Godfrey."

Godfrey was chatting with him, and there was a wave of waves in his heart.

"Damn it, Raymond, why does he look more heroic than me when he wears it? Could it be that the armor that Lothar gave him is more exquisite?"

"Yes, that's it, look at the pattern on his breastplate, Lothar, the ungrateful brat!"

Raymond had expected this for a long time. Lothar had a closer relationship with Godfrey. Since they were all given to him, how could he not give them to his most important ally.

just
"Hey, Godfrey, his figure is obviously far inferior to mine. Wearing this pair of plate armor, he doesn't look as handsome as me!"

Regent Raymond straightened his chest with a smile on his face: "Shall we go in together?"

The smile on Godfrey's face became more and more stiff: "Okay, please first."

"call--"

After doing enough mental construction, Hans took a deep breath a little nervously, and finally chose to knock on the wooden door in front of him.

He had come to visit Joseph's widow.

Joseph is the knight who lost his son last year and died fighting the devil this year.

"Who's outside?"

Hans tried to make his tone more gentle: "Ma'am, I am Joseph's friend."

The wooden door was opened.

The scene inside surprised Hans a little.

Because, there were three knights and six sergeants present, and they were sitting around a square table—except for those who were seriously injured, all the people who survived the battle of demons gathered here.

"Your Excellency, Commander!"

They all stood up and greeted Hans.

Joseph's widow is a woman with light freckles and long fiery red hair. She has a gentle smile on her face: "Oh, you are Hans from Sego, right? I often hear Joseph mention you. You are a very Nice man, thank you for coming to his funeral."

Hans looked silent.

"Come in quickly, Mr. Hans."

Hans walked with some difficulty and walked into the room. He whispered, "Sorry, ma'am, I couldn't bring Joseph back alive."

The smile on the woman's face seemed to disappear in an instant.

The atmosphere became a little heavy.

But she immediately wiped away her tears and smiled again: "No, it's nothing, they told me what happened, you have done your best, even the heavenly father can't criticize someone who treats his subordinates as well as you do." noble knight."

"Sit down, please, and I'll get you some wine."

The knights and sergeants also extended kind invitations to him.

"Yes, Commander, please sit down quickly."

"Father Uldin and his Redemption Order completely healed our injuries in just one day. I heard that you have a good relationship with him?"

"Ah, um, it's not bad."

He came to the table and stammered, "I thought... I thought you would... you would blame me."

"Blame you?"

"Blame you for being a werewolf?"

The soldiers showed brisk smiles on their faces: "Your Excellency, you are indeed a werewolf, but it is not at all like the one in the legend. We are more willing to believe our eyes than the description of the bard who drank too much. "

"That's right, Your Excellency Hans, you have nothing to do with the ferocious, brutal and inhuman monsters in the legends."

"Besides, since the head of the group is willing to trust you and entrusts you with a heavy responsibility, we have no reason not to trust you."

Hans was so touched that he was speechless.

"I"

But what he didn't know was that before leaving, Lothar specially visited these people one by one, and used blood magic to guide them to a certain extent.

As for their current performance, how much of it is sincere, and how much is due to the effect of magic, it is not known.

Lothar didn't intend to tell Hans about it either.

As the elder brother, Lothar felt that he had to take care of his younger brother's physical and mental health.

...

On a vineyard in the countryside.

Lothar and his party stopped on the dirt road in the countryside, and beside the road, there were farm laborers working-this land belonged to him, the lord.

And now, it was his second day back in Hebron.

But he didn't stay in the lord's hall for too long, but fulfilled the agreement he had made with Jeanna and the others when he left, and took them to experience the grape plantation.

Now is the harvest season.

The accompanying hussars held high the flag of the double-headed eagle, declaring to the citizens that their lord was on patrol.

He would stop from time to time, listen to the demands of the citizens, and resolve or reject them according to the situation.

The high-profile reason is that Lothar intends to catch those rats hiding in the stinking gutter once and for all.

It's been nearly two days since I left Hebron. If the powerful people in those places are decisive enough, they should be ready to do something to themselves by now.

He is not intimidated by it.

How many powerful killers can these country tyrants invite?
At most, it was the same as the assassination of Crown Prince Baldwin Jr. organized by the conspiracy forces in Jerusalem, asking Assassin's assassins to attack him.

But today is different, enemies of that level don't need Rangna, Banruo and Fulingira to take action, and he can easily deal with them by himself.

in the fields.

There was a pagan girl wearing a veil, stepping on the soil with bare feet, holding a basket of grapes shyly, walking towards this side: "My lord, these are for you."

The girl was very beautiful, with milk-like skin, and the black mud dots rubbed against her cheeks, which did not conceal her charm at all.

Lothar smiled and ordered the guards to accept it: "Thank you."

The girl thanked her sincerely: "Thank you for your generosity. May the Holy Fire and Heavenly Father bless you."

"You're welcome."

Watching the girl go away, the smile on Lothar's face gradually disappeared.

He handed the grape basket to Prajna.

Flynn immediately stretched out her hand: "I want it too!"

Lothar was a little helpless, opened Flynn's hand, and asked under her aggrieved gaze, "Try to see if it's poisonous?"

Banruo calmly picked up a grape, peeled it sensitively with her slender fingers, and put it in her mouth.

After a while, she said concisely: "No, it's very sweet."

Fringila said a little embarrassingly: "Actually, I can also test the poison. Human poisons should not take effect on the blood race."

Jeanna laughed and said, "Miss Flynn, I think you don't understand the gold content of a heavy armored guard at all."

Fulingira immediately asked back: "So, do you understand?"

During this time, the two began to quarrel frequently.

Rangna's deterrence against Fringila is constantly declining, and it is estimated that it will not be long before she will be awarded the title of "silly big man" alongside Hannya.

Losa picked up a grape with some emotion, peeled off the skin and put it in his mouth: "It's really sweet, let's share it. To be honest, I'm very surprised."

Andreas, who was following Lothar, complimented: "My lord, this is nothing surprising, even a pagan will thank you for your generosity."

Lothar shook his head: "There are language and religious barriers. Sometimes, if you are not good to the common people, you will be grateful."

Andreas said cautiously: "That's what I said, but you should also feel very happy, sir?"

Lothar was slightly taken aback.

Then he laughed and said, "Ha, indeed, it's much better to be thanked by others than to walk on the street with expressions full of hatred and disgust everywhere behind you."

If possible, he is willing to bring a better life to the people under his command within the scope of his ability.

This has nothing to do with whether it will help his rule, but also has something to do with his being born in the common class.

(End of this chapter)