People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 162 Public Trial and New Retinue
Early morning, Hebron.

The plumber Conute walked out of the public toilet, which was specially built by the new earl. It has both squatting seats and urinals, which is very convenient.

After excretion, it can be cleaned up with the wood chips provided by the public toilets, which is the only public facility in Hebron.

The feces and urine accumulated every day will be transported out of the city by special personnel in the early morning. After composting, they will be sold to farmers at a low price.

There is no doubt that public toilets can make money, but this money is really not worth mentioning to Lothar.

Since the public toilets were put into use in Hebron, coupled with the vicious city defense troops who often patrol the streets with sticks, the sanitation conditions in Hebron have been significantly improved.

But this is not a good thing for Canute, because he is a water delivery man.

In the past, he had to go to the "water house" in the city, a well with a gazebo, line up to fetch water, and then deliver it to the people who ordered it.

During the dry season, they even have to go to farther mountains to find clean water sources.

But now people often only use river water.

Frustrated with being about to lose his job, Canute couldn't help feeling a bit of resentment towards the city's rulers.

Although the salary of a water delivery worker is often only a quarter of that of a mason or carpenter, it is much better than farming in the countryside, and the harvest is guaranteed in drought and flood. Who can refuse an iron rice bowl?
He came to the bakery. On the way, he saw some merchants being blackmailed by the city guards because their animals excreted on the street, but they did not recycle the excrement.

This group of gangsters and scoundrels!
Canute retracted his gaze angrily, and turned his gaze to the freshly baked bread in the shop.

The rich aroma of the roasted grains made him swallow involuntarily: "Old Neil, bring me a loaf of rye bread, fresh from the oven."

People who run bakeries are often the most hated, and among many bards, they are the first choice for demon possession.

Because these damn guys often add various kinds of sundries, such as sawdust and pebbles, to the flour to increase the weight of the bread.

But Old Neil was an exception.

The bread baked by his family is the most authentic. Although it is a little more expensive, it is not necessary to be wary of biting down and breaking a bloody tooth.

Old Neil was holding the bread for him, while muttering: "It's a coincidence that you came, Cornute, I'm about to close the shop, if you come one step later, I will leave."

Conute was a little puzzled and said, "Isn't it a good time for you to do business? Why do you want to close the store suddenly?"

Old Neil said with a smile, "It's going to be a public trial again, that bastard Ahmed finally got what he deserved! I will be a witness to attend and read his crimes to everyone!"

"This is really a happy event."

Cornute couldn't help but feel happy for Old Neil.

Everyone who lived on this street knew about the enmity between Old Neil and Ahmed.

That was back when Old Neil was only known as Little Neil.

There was a drought that year, and Master Ahmed expropriated all the land and food from his family because Old Neil was unable to pay the full amount of taxes, causing his family to almost starve to death.

Fortunately, with the blessing of the holy flame, Old Neil was able to achieve what he is today.

"Here is the holy fire, old Neil, what did I see?"

Cornute's eyes widened, because he discovered that Old Neil actually wore a silver cross on his neck!
Isn't that the mark of the heretics?
Old Neil picked up the cross and smiled at Cornute: "That's right, I've converted to righteous faith, not to get back the land that originally belonged to my family, but because I am sincerely grateful to the just Lord Earl, except in this way ——I have nothing else I can do for the Earl.”

Canute was silent.

He wanted to accuse old Neil of breaking his promise, but he knew in his heart that this new earl was a rare benevolent lord who treated them as human beings.

On the contrary, in the past, wasn't it the so-called brothers of the same clan who rode on their heads to show off their might?
The corners of Old Neil's mouth were raised, and a kind smile appeared on his wrinkled face: "Canut, maybe you should also consider changing jobs, you are a hardworking young man, you shouldn't waste your life on delivering water." In this kind of thing."

Conute was stunned for a moment, and he touched his waist, which was a little rickety due to carrying water day after day—his own father could no longer straighten his waist at all.

"Indeed, but I can't do anything except deliver water."

He took out the copper coins and wanted to pay the bill, but was pushed back by Old Neil: "No need this time, just wait for me a while, let's go to the public trial together."

Cornute and Old Neil followed the crowd and rushed towards the high stage of the public trial.

He looked at those old men who used to be aloof, with their hands tied, kneeling on the ground, and he couldn't help feeling a little bit of pleasure in his heart.

A waterman is far from being a respectable person.

In the process of delivering water, it is quite normal to encounter deduction, verbal abuse, and even beating.

Although he was a little dissatisfied with the new lord who ruined his job, at this moment, Cornute suddenly thought about it—even these gentlemen lost their lives, so why should I be dissatisfied?
Your lord, you are a kind person who supports ordinary people like me. At worst, you can quit your job as a water delivery worker and become a dung collector.

Old Neil, who was standing by the side, would have slapped him on the face in anger if he knew that the biggest ambition of Cornute, whom he tried so hard to persuade, was to change from a water delivery worker to a dung collector.

Brat, quickly change your letter and join the army for me!

...

Lothar has no intention of presiding over the trial himself, or appearing at it.

The shouts outside were like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.

He was not moved in the slightest, but he was earnestly writing Hebron's first written code at his desk, and he wanted to abolish the "customary law" currently in effect.

The content of the "Hebron Code" compiled by him is very simple, but also very detailed, with detailed regulations on debt, property inheritance, marriage, litigation and other aspects.

Things like customary law are too easily misinterpreted and sophistryed.

For example, adulterers, in this era, even if they are only suspicious, they can sue the church, and use divine justice to throw women suspected of adultery into the river.

If she sinks, she is guilty, but how can she not sink if she is thrown into the river?

Of course, this kind of law is often not appealed to noble women, but it also depends on the authority of the noble woman's family. If it is the daughter of a powerful duke, who is loyal to her knight and brings a generous dowry, then Even if he cuckolded him in front of his husband, he had to endure it.

Therefore, this kind of law has simply become a patent for persecuting civilian women.

In Lothar's view, the biggest reason why Hebron is more suitable for him than Bethlehem is that here, the power of the church is the weakest, and there is no institution such as the Inquisition.

But the customs of the pagans are also deeply rooted. For example, in the Jewish neighborhood, if there is an adultery case, it must be judged by them. This is what Lothar does not want to see.

The power of feudal lords is unlimited, just like the emperor, some people can increase this power infinitely.

Some people, however, can only be marionettes like puppets, and their power can be regarded as at most a city lord, a little earl, and even in their own court, they can't keep their promises.

...

Return to the castle in Hebron.

Fulingira stretched lazily: "I didn't listen to the adults tell a story last night, and I feel that the whole ghost life is incomplete."

Jeanna gave her a white look: "You are hundreds of years old, and you are still like a little girl, don't you feel ashamed?"

Furingilla snorted, "There's nothing to be ashamed of, I will always be a little girl in front of adults."

The corners of Jeanne's mouth curled up.

This stupid girl doesn't really think that adults like little girls, does she?
"Okay, you go back first, I have to go to the stables and put this guy in place."

Putao is a big bad-tempered beast, and only Jeanna and Lothar are allowed to touch it. Last night, Fringila tried to ride a horse, but was almost kicked by Putao's back hoof.

She was so angry that her teeth itch.

"Hmph, sooner or later I'll suck your precious 'grape' into a specimen!"

She rushed to the second floor of the castle hall with brisk steps: "My lord, you idiot, I'm back!"

"Miss Fringella."

The familiar voice made Fringira raise her head in surprise.

Immediately, in the corridor at the end of the stairs, a man dressed in a butler-style black and white dress with meticulous hair was looking at her with a smile.

"Ku... Coors!"

Fringira exclaimed.

"It's me, Your Highness."

Coors stroked the guardrail on the stairs with his white gloved fingers, looked at the dust accumulated on it, and said to Lothar with a frown:

"With all due respect, your residence is really too careless. It is full of dust and outdated furnishings, which will greatly degrade the status of the owner of this place."

Lothar said helplessly: "You have to know that it's still the middle ages, and the king doesn't pay that much attention."

Coors sighed: "So you think so. Poor lady, you want to live in such a humble room."

This guy was as old-fashioned as Uldin, and the dress he was wearing was ironed without a single wrinkle.

Even the expression on his face was well expressed, as if it was done strictly according to a certain standard.

Fringila was obviously a little excited, and ran all the way up the stairs: "Coors, why are you here!"

Coors saluted gracefully, and finally a heartfelt smile appeared on his face: "Your Highness, I am very glad to see you again. His Majesty the Ancestor almost went crazy when he heard the news of your disappearance."

Fulingira snorted softly: "What's the use of being anxious, if you have the ability, you can answer the call of the adults and come across the border?"

Lothar pursed his lips slightly.

The lord ancestor that Fringila spoke of was the helm of the Blood King Court, the most powerful leader of the Tepesh family among the many blood lords——Vlad Tepesh.

In fact, it is the famous piercer in history-Dracula.

In the background settings, this is a BOSS-level character, and only players with a very deep card pool and a high level of training can defeat him with manipulation.

For a new player like myself, at this stage, if he encounters Flingilla's ancestors, he will probably be wiped out, right?

Name: Kurs Tepes
Category: Assassin

Quality: Epic (five-star)
Rating: 1
Intimacy: cold
Power: 20
Agility: 25
Stamina: 10
Stamina: 8
Mental Power: 15
Introduction: Coors is a member of the blood royal family, serving the lower-level vampires of the Zepesh royal family. Due to his thoughtful service, he was given the royal blood by the blood lord Vlad, making him a high-ranking vampire.

Talent: Disintegration of Blood Demon: Coors was once a low-level vampire, and he always had the magic of "blood waterfall" in his body. After he was promoted to a high-level vampire, this magic also evolved into a higher-level "disintegration of blood demon".The effect is: in the next attack, increase the own attack power to [-]%.

Blood Shadow: Coors, who hardly knows how to use any blood magic, gained a great reputation because of his perfect use of "Blood Shadow" magic.

Skill: Thirst for blood: Coors can absorb any blood rich in life force as nourishment to replenish his exhausted physical and mental strength.

Blood pooling: (Need to be unlocked at the elite level)
Blood clone: ​​(requires elite level [-] unlocking)
The fetters take effect: Blood Court. (Each high-ranking vampire retinue of the Blood Court will increase their all-round attributes by one point.)
Coors's skill template can be seen to have many similarities with Fringilla.

Probably all the Tepesh family, descended in one continuous line.

At this time.

A look of panic suddenly appeared on Coors' face.

Downstairs, Jeanna's footsteps were heard.

Lothar was worried that he would make too drastic actions, so he quickly warned: "Don't get excited, my own, Jeanna and Fringila are very good friends."

"Tch, who is her friend?"

Fringilla snorted softly, but still comforted her: "But Coors, you really don't need to be nervous. Jeanne is a traitor in the Holy Church. You will find out later that her behavior is not the same as that of those old-fashioned priests. They are not the same at all.”

"Hmm - I smell a strong evil blood."

Jeanna raised her head vigilantly, and pointed at Coors: "Is this one of us?"

Lothar nodded and said, "That's right, they are from the same clan as Fringilla."

"Oh."

Jeanna's tense body stretched immediately, she didn't even go upstairs, she just stood downstairs and waved: "Hey, newcomer, nice to meet you."

He sat down on the velvet upholstered chair and took out a bottle of wine from the locker.

Hold up, ton ton—

Coors's expression was tense, and his face, which seemed to never make redundant expressions, was a little stiff.

After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "Yao Yao knight?"

"Correct."

Fringila hastily added: "Don't think about avenging my brother, that guy deserves it, now Jeanna and us are our own people, the biggest one on your head is Lord Lothar, not Lord Ancestor anymore .”

Coors took a deep breath, and it took him a while to digest the explosive information that "I will work with Yao Knight".

He opened his mouth and said, "Your Highness, you think too highly of me, how can I have the qualifications to assassinate Yao Knight."

After he finished speaking, he bowed to Lothar again: "Master, please rest assured, I swear in the name of the blood ancestor, from now on, the only object of my allegiance is you."

Lothar smiled and said: "I accept your allegiance, Coors. One thing you said is very good. This castle, including the manor, and the property under my name, are too chaotic in terms of management. A professional will help me take care of it, I wonder if you are willing to work hard?"

Coors quickly said: "I am willing, my lord, please rest assured that I will calculate all the accounts in the shortest possible time."

He paused slightly, and then said, "I don't know, my lord, how much is your budget to spend on decorating the castle, hiring servants, and buying new furniture?"

Lothar thought about it.

Although he got a lot of money by raiding his home, he still wanted to form a merchant fleet and open up an eastern sea route.

Transporting the products of Jerusalem to Western Europe will cost a lot of money, which can be called the hen that lays golden eggs.

Of course, there are risks too.

For example, they were taken away by pirates in North Africa.

It's just that Lothar felt that if he had a good talk with the witch Anna and reached a cooperative relationship, the safety of his own fleet should be guaranteed.

In addition, cooperation with the Knights of the Hospital can also be put on the agenda. Their fleet is not much worse than that of the Eastern Empire.

So, Lothar said: "Coors, pleasure is not my first goal now, so the less the better."

Coors was slightly startled, but still nodded and said, "I understand, my lord."

Doing the best thing with the least budget is what he is good at.

(End of this chapter)