People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 169

"Have you really studied it?"

Furingilla muttered softly: "I'm sorry, my lord, I just think that with my current level, it shouldn't lead to such serious consequences."

Lothar reached out and grabbed Flynn's long white hair: "I think so too."

"But next time, you can't do experiments in the castle anymore. I can give you an unmanned manor, or arrange an explosion-proof magic circle in advance."

Fulingira said a little discouraged: "Okay, I see."

Coors smiled and said, "Your Highness, the bath water is ready, you should hurry up and wash up."

Fringira responded with some unhappiness: "Oh."

Watching Fringira leave.

Lothar looked into the room.

Coors's hand was swirling with black mist, and the shadows cast by the lights crawled slowly on the ground, their color tended to be dark red.

When he came to the acid that was corroding the floor tiles on the ground, he opened his mouth and swallowed it. Soon, the acid was cleaned up, leaving only the deep marks of the corroded bricks and stones.

Lothar nodded slightly to Coors: "Thank you, Coors."

Coors shook his head and said: "No, my lord, this is my duty. It may be a bit presumptuous, but I still want to say, please take care of Flynn, she may look like a very proud girl, but in fact , I am very sensitive inside and need company very much.”

Lothar was a little silent.

Of course he knew this.

"I know, thanks for the reminder."

During this time, he spent very little time with Fringilla, because he was often with Jeanne, learning riding skills, practicing sword skills, and dealing with affairs in the territory.

And Fringila is a silly child who doesn't know anything about it. When Lothar handles government affairs, she can't even understand, let alone talk to.

Therefore, Fringila, who thought she was a bit "useless", began to be patient and researched alchemy potions that could help Lothar.

Otherwise, with her character who would feel boring if she couldn't sit still for three seconds, where did she have such perseverance?

...

Go back to the room.

Banruo was crouching in front of the table, dipping a quill pen in ink, and writing something on the paper.

The novel she wants to create is still in its infancy.

There is only a pile of waste manuscripts accumulated, if those online novel writers who made money by word count in the previous life, they will definitely bleed from distress.

Losa was a little puzzled and said: "Prajna, you are too demanding of yourself. I have read some of your waste manuscripts, and they are obviously very good. Why throw them away?"

Banruo was slightly stunned, raised her head, and there was a little turmoil brewing in her plain eyes—you actually saw it?

It is expected that it is just some irrelevant content.

Otherwise, his attitude would definitely not be what it is now.

So she lowered her eyes again.

Long lashes cast a row of shadows under the eyes.

She whispered: "Writing is just a process of pleasing myself. I enjoy this process, but it doesn't mean I really want to write something."

"Is it because it's too boring?"

"Fortunately."

Question: What is "okay" for a woman?
Lothar couldn't help but have such a question in his head. He said with a smile: "Would you like to play a game of Gwent? Whoever wins will play against Fringila when she comes back."

Banruo hesitated, put the quill pen back into the pen holder, and stared at Lothar for a long time.

Long black hair hung down the side of her fair face.

Lothar looked at her calmly. As far as appearance is concerned, Prajna is really impeccable. Every time I just look at her from a distance, I find it pleasing to the eye.

"Ok."

"Just use a box that has been adjusted randomly. None of us know the cards in the opponent's hand."

Lothar took out two boxes of Gwent cards.

The reason why Gwent brands sell well is also related to their materials.

Not only has the texture of the paper been improved, it is better than most books, it is also covered with a metal frame to avoid bending, and the paintings on it are also in a modern realistic style that is different from the painting techniques of this era.

Even if the entertainment function is excluded, it can be regarded as a very good collection.

If it were not for the existence of engraving and printing, it would be a question of whether it could make money.

This also created a grand occasion in the city of Jerusalem, where even commoners had the money to buy a deck of cards for themselves, making this entertainment activity faintly popular among kings and free people alike.

As for the serfs?

It's hard to live, how can you spend money to buy this kind of thing?
Lothar handed over a box of Gwent cards and said, "Do you want to use guessing to decide which hand to play first?"

In the Gwent card he designed, the second hand has an obvious advantage, so how to decide the first hand has always been a very serious problem.

"No need, the first and third rounds are your second, and the second round is my second."

Prajna is very confident.

Her strength is indeed very strong. In Hebron, only Jeanna can fight her back and forth.

The card group held by Lothar is a monster card group. The monsters in it include ghouls, lemures, night monsters, vampires, soul reapers, etc... very good at solving cards.

And the card group held by Banruo is the Jerusalem camp, which is good at team gain.

The current version of the Gwent card has only two camps, the Kingdom of Jerusalem and the Kingdom of Ayyubid.

The monster faction has not been released yet.

As for the follow-up decks, they are still being polished, and before they are released, they have to play a few more trials to avoid generating that kind of bug-like cards.

Reality is not a game, there is no such thing as a version update.

Once a bug-type card is released, it will cause a series of troubles. What's more serious, it will really lead to bad reputation and counterfeit products will come from behind.

As a professional game maker, Lothar knows this all too well.

In a blink of an eye, it was the last round.

Seeing that Hannya threw a King Baldwin that boosted all melee cards.

Lothar changed hands and turned into a Necromancer, moving the opposite "King Baldwin" into his melee column.

With a smile in his eyes, he said: "This style of play is really rebellious."

Prajna nodded and said, "Indeed, but the more rebellious ones are yet to come."

After all, he threw out a "Lothar Card" and destroyed the "Baldwin IV Card".

Without changing his face, Lothar threw out another devil card from hell, resurrected it, and moved it back from the graveyard to the card table—if devout believers saw their wild playing style in private, they would be killed immediately. To be so angry that he vomits blood.

What a blasphemy!

...

When dawn breaks.

The monastery bells rang.

The clergy who could vaguely hear the morning prayers were singing melodiously.

The coldness brought by the dark night has not yet left with the appearance of the sun.

The iron gate of the castle rose rumblingly, and an eagle flag fluttering in the wind, held by Hans in his hand, walked out of the lord's hall first.

Lothar was riding on a mount, with a dragon head embroidered with gold thread on the black cloak behind it, and below it was a motto written in Latin—bath in dragon blood.

Two attendants followed behind him, carrying helmets, lances, kite shields and other equipment for him.

The hussars lined up neatly, and the feathers on their backs made people feel awe.

The Varangian guards and the remaining veterans were mixed together. The flag bearer in a bearskin cloak held high the golden eagle emblem. These two armies belonged to Rome but spanned countless years. It was so wonderful integrated into one.

The priests greeted him not far away.

A monk with a shaved head and only a circle of white curly hair around him, wearing a knee-length white robe, strode forward and held Lothar's arm holding the rein.

This Mediterranean hairstyle, known as the St. Peter's hairstyle, is different from the Orthodox monks who still use the St. Paul's hairstyle where all hair is shaved.

The monk raised the cross in his hand and chanted loudly: "Saint Michael is with you, Count Lothar, your army will surely return triumphantly bathed in the blood of pagans."

"Priest Uther, thank you for your blessing."

Lothar nodded slightly.

In Hebron, the power of the church is very weak, and the highest-ranking clergyman is only a seventh-rank priest, and his status is very different from that of the Patriarch of Jerusalem.

Priest Uther said with a flattering smile, "My lord, after you leave for the expedition, I will also pray for you day and night."

Lothar also smiled, and said, "Thank you again, on this trip, I will repay your kindness with the blood of the heretics."

He knew the true intention of Priest Uther, either to build a church in the village of converts on the newly acquired land of Lothar, or to share the credit for converting the pagans.

Unfortunately, Lothar didn't even plan to give it.

If this guy is really not on the right track, he will simply ask Archbishop William for help, tell him to go out, and replace Uldin and his St. Lazarus Redemption Order to take over the church in Hebron.

Only this kind of own person, Lothar can rest assured.

A group of people galloped out of the city, and outside the city, they joined the recruited peasants and soldiers led by the order knights.

A large group of people marched on the dirt road in an orderly formation.

The peasants and soldiers who had been conscripted from heaven and earth followed the team nervously.

They all wore armor, but it was all old and broken, rusted scales, and a few dark chain mails, which were stock in Hebron's arsenal.

The production capacity of the blacksmith workshop was invested in the production of plate armor, and the steel production capacity was not rich enough to make a simple pair of breastplates for each of them.

Anyway, Lothar didn't expect them to play much role in this battle.

Moreover, in this regard, it is much better than the "Pilgrim Crusaders" who were hastily recruited in Jerusalem. At that time, they could not even have an iron helmet in their hands.

Lothar recruited farmers and soldiers, a total of 400 people, all of which are equipped with spears, armor, helmets, and shields, which are equivalent to the equipment of the sergeant class.

It is quite luxurious.

All the knights were ordered to ride tall horses covered with chain mail vests, walk beside them, and correct them when they were out of formation.

These peasants and soldiers had only received military training for a week at the shortest, and they couldn't even walk in line.

The "alignment" mentioned here is not the level of walking in unison during military training, but the simplest level of keeping up with one's own flag team, not falling behind, and not walking in a scattered formation like chasing ducks.

in the team.

A small peasant soldier who looked no more than 16 years old and wore a helmet that was too large walked, while supporting his helmet, and said to the order knight leading them:

"Holy... oh no, heavenly Father, Master Fabio, do you think we can really come back alive this time?"

Fabio, the edict knight who once served in the army with a standard, was not angry, but asked with a smile: "Little Karami, are you scared?"

The little peasant soldier said with some embarrassment: "No, sir, I'm not timid, I'm just worried that if we die on the battlefield, we won't be able to repay the kindness of the Earl—you know, we haven't had time to ask the Earl My lord pays a copper tax."

Not long ago, Leonard's tax collector in Hebron had just collected Midsummer's tax.

The next tax day is Michaelmas Day at the end of September.

Fabio laughed and said: "Listen, little Karami. The Earl gave you land, gave you rations, lent you farm tools and animals for farming, and asked me to train you in fighting skills. Pulled to the battlefield to die."

Fabio is the best among the many order knights, because he understands the language of the Saracens, which is better than Lothar.

Although Lothar has learned Arabic and Kurdish from Banruo for a long time, due to accent problems, when talking with the people, he still often speaks with chickens and ducks.

Fabio said loudly to the peasants and soldiers he trained: "Would it be more expensive for the Earl to recruit those Frankish pilgrims who lack food and clothing, have fanatical beliefs and are fearless of death?"

"Look at the armor on your body, it is even more precious than all your belongings, don't you understand what the Earl expects from you?"

The peasants shouted:
"That's right, what Master Fabio said is right. Everyone knows what the master and the Earl have done to us."

"Father, I must kill a few heretics in this battle to repay my lord's kindness."

"We want those enemies to know that we don't know how to use hoes and dung forks."

The peasants and soldiers may be short-sighted, but they are definitely not a bunch of idiots.

Fabio couldn't help laughing and said: "Young man, don't forget what I taught you. You don't need to be brave in this battle. You just need to obey my orders like you did during training."

The footsteps of the marching team became much lighter during the conversation.

Some peasants and soldiers complained to Karami in a low voice: "You shouldn't have spoken to Master Fabio like that. Your Excellency has liberated us, made us free citizens, and can fill our stomachs."

He said angrily: "Don't forget what kind of life you lived in the past, pulling a plow and working in the fields every day. If you were lazy, you would be whipped, and you would be chained up like a dog at night."

"It's the Earl who made us live such a good life. For this, even if you sacrifice your life, what's wrong with it?"

The little peasant soldier lowered his head and said falteringly: "I'm sorry, but it's because I'm about to live a good life that I don't want to die like this."

His tone became heavy: "We now own our own land, and the rent we have to pay is pitifully less than before... Moreover, it is still fertile land by the river, and we don't even need animals to plow it deeply to grow More oats than you can eat."

"The lord also allowed us to cut down trees in his forest to build houses... I was thinking of building a barn and raising a patterned cat to catch mice."

"If my mother hadn't starved to death, she would be very happy now."

The peasants and soldiers who accused him were somewhat silent.

Famine was a nightmare for serfs who could not save any surplus food.

The former Master Hussein never cared about their lives.

When there was a shortage of food, he would rather send food teams to sell the surplus to the city than lend it to serfs who were short of food.

Unless it is those self-cultivating farmers who own a certain amount of land, because they can use their own land to pay off debts.

The shadows in front of my eyes magnify.

The figure of Fabio riding on the horse appeared in front of him: "Little Karami, just this kind of life makes you feel satisfied? Don't you want to be like me, riding a tall horse, wearing brand-new clothes, able to shine Is it the bright armor of the figure?"

The small peasant soldier swallowed subconsciously.

Although they are all wearing armor, these farmers and soldiers are still far behind the knights in plate armor like Fabio.

It's the difference between a beggar and a king!
The little peasant soldier opened his mouth, a little in disbelief: "Can we do it too?"

He couldn't even imagine what it would be like to put on that armor and ride on such a majestic horse.

The rest of the peasants and soldiers were also fascinated for a while.

Fabio's big cake is so tempting.

"Your Earl is a generous person, I think you all appreciate this.

Moreover, you have all converted to orthodoxy.

Then after you have made enough meritorious deeds, why doesn't he give you a mere title of knight? "

Fabio said so.

(End of this chapter)