People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

evening.

A group of people held a grand banquet in the manor.

Lothar looked at the singing and dancing people, the hussars and the civilians, regardless of each other, holding hands, dancing around the bonfire.

There was a peasant woman from Gale, who seemed to have had too much to drink, and was blushing and teaching people to tap dance with her.

The wandering bard was telling the story of the "witch hunter" to the children sitting around another campfire.

Although his vivid description was somewhat distorted from the "original" and he added a lot of his own understanding, it still made the children turn pale with fright.

Losar, the original author, was not interested in having fun with the people, but just sat aside, drinking wine in a trance.

During the day, Lothar took Flynn and the others to experience the wine-making process.

Prajna is as fair as the little feet that can see the blood vessels through the skin, stepping on the plump purple grapes, splashing out dark purple juice, like a skilled painter, applying purple paint on a pure white canvas.

This process, like turning into a slideshow, keeps scrolling and playing in Lothar's mind.

"Miss Flynn is not bad, my lord, you can't be so partial, Miss Flynn will be sad."

A voice suddenly sounded.

On Jeanna's face, there was an ambiguous smile that seemed to be able to read people's hearts.

Lothar said helplessly: "I'm not thinking about what you said."

Jeanna picked up the wine glass, drank the wine in front of Lothar, and then said, "My lord, do you still remember Mary of Anjou?"

"Remember, Charles VII's wife—don't worry, I was in trusteeship during that time. I'm not interested in thinking about other people's wives at that time."

Jeanna showed a stunned expression: "That's it. But, my lord, human nature will not change. In my memory, in the ending of the battle of Lance, you were at the end of your reign, but you openly He kept many mistresses."

Lothar patted his forehead: "Jeanna, stop teasing me, for me, Fringilla looks too small."

Jeanna looked at Fringila, who was in the crowd, laughing, singing and dancing, and agreed with her: "It's really too small, I can hold it with one hand."

Lothar frowned, then relaxed again.

He didn't mean it that way.

But he also knew that Rangna knew that he didn't mean that, but said that on purpose, if he became angry from embarrassment, he would do what she wanted instead.

This narrow-minded woman is ashamed to say that Putao is a narrow-minded ghost!

Prajna appeared behind Rang Na silently, and said softly, "If you're bored enough, why don't we have a sparring session?"

The temperature has dropped significantly.

There was a thin layer of frost on the table.

"Ha, Miss Banruo, it's just in time for you to come. I'm not bored at all. Why don't we have a drink together? I believe you must be very curious about the dream your lord had with me."

Prajna frowned lightly, shook her head and said, "I'm not a very curious person."

But as he spoke, he sat beside Jeanna.

Seeing that Rang Na only cared about drinking by herself, she couldn't help feeling a little annoyed: "Let's learn."

"do not!"

Jeanna couldn't help laughing and said, "Aren't you curious?"

Prajna didn't speak, but silently pointed not far away, implying that he either spoke or fought.

Rang Na said helplessly: "Okay, okay, I'm really afraid of you, don't you people from Donghua always screw up like this? Like Fulin, why don't you come and ask if you want to know?"

Prajna looked at Lothar again: "Go and sit over there."

Lothar, who had tried his best to reduce his sense of existence, felt a little inexplicable. This was the first time Hannya spoke to him in such an orderly tone.

He didn't take it as disobedience, but just emphasized: "Don't listen to the words of Rangna, a narrow-minded family."

Sitting on the other side, Lothar tried to use his keen mental power to detect the opposite side, but he didn't hear any sound at all.

"Yeah, you're also guarding against me."

Lothar lay on the bench with his head up, looking up lazily at the stars in the sky—this kind of pastoral life is really pleasant.

Of course, only for lords.

At this moment, an eagle emblem pinned to his chest suddenly lit up, which was the symbol of the Levantine Witches Association.

He picked up the eagle emblem and held it to his ear, and the witch Anna's triumphant laughter immediately came from inside: "Hey, hey, is that Earl Lothar?"

"what's up?"

Anna's tone was full of flaunting emotions:
"I tamed a juvenile sea dragon today. As long as it grows up, the fleets of Venice and Genoa will be a pile of rotten fish and shrimp."

Lothar frowned: "This is indeed important information, but what's the point of telling me? I'm the Earl of Transjordan, and I don't even have a ship under my command."

The most powerful fleet in the Mediterranean, at the top, should be the fleets of the Venetians and the Genoese. Although the latter is not as numerous as the former, it has a brilliant record and some bonuses.

Further down, it should belong to the fleet of the Eastern Empire and the fleet of the Crusaders.

The Eastern Empire had the least number of ships, and gradually lost control over Cyprus and Crete, but the emaciated camel was bigger than a horse, and the Eastern Empire fleet with Greek fire was still a sea force that could not be ignored.

Anna's crisp voice sounded: "Of course it's for showing off!"

Lothar's face froze.

He gritted his teeth secretly: "Just to show off, you don't hesitate to consume so much magic power to communicate with me remotely?"

Anna smiled and said, "It's exhausting for you, but not for me."

Lothar cut off the communication blankly.

The content of the intelligence was indeed important, but it meant little to him, and he didn't have any money left to organize a fleet, even a merchant fleet.

At this time, Banruo and Rangna suddenly stood up and walked towards this side.

Flynn also seemed to feel something, walked out of the crowd, and quietly came to Lothar as if floating.

"what happened?"

Lothar was a little puzzled.

Jeanna said succinctly: "There is murderous intent."

Lothar couldn't help but doubt himself.

Why didn't he feel it at all?

Jeanna explained: "The enemy is very weak, and it's normal for your beast instinct not to detect danger."

"It's very weak. Then let me solve it myself."

Lothar's hands were itchy.

Now, he is also a dignified epic character. Although the level is still a bit low, he is still a character who can leave a strong mark in the mortal epic.

Prajna immediately objected.

Jeanna stopped her and said, "Your Excellency is actually very powerful. If you stay under our protection forever, you will never become the top powerhouse."

Banruo said in a deep voice: "My lord doesn't need to be very powerful. If there are enemies, there will naturally be followers like you and me to deal with them. He only needs to coordinate the overall situation."

Lothar persuaded: "Prajna, you are from Donghua, you should know that there is a saying that only a thousand days can be a thief, but there is no thousand days to guard against a thief. What if I get separated from you in the future?"

"Also, my way of leveling up is different from yours. I need to fight to make me stronger."

Lothar needs to fight monsters to upgrade, but how can there be so many "monsters" to kill?
It's not in his character to disregard human life.

There is very little experience gained from killing those who cannot resist.

Jeanna smiled and said: "My lord is very reasonable, and don't worry, I have a bond with my lord. As long as I don't die, my lord will not die."

Fringila was a bit apprehensive: "That's right, I also have a bond with my lord! As long as my lord is still alive, I can turn him into a long-lived vampire—"

Fart fetters.

Jeanna gave her a sideways look: "My lord already has the blood of dragon descendants, but your first embrace may not be able to transform your lord into a bloodline."

"In short, the danger is not great, and we are protecting you, Banruo——you have protected the lord very well. Although this has fulfilled the duty of re-armoring the iron guard, it is too cautious."

Jeanna complained a little.

Banruo hesitated for a moment: "Sorry, my lord, I really shouldn't restrain you like this. This is a great arrogance."

Lothar patted her on the shoulder lightly: "It's okay, I know you are thinking of me, but to be honest, I'm really good now."