People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

176 Blackmail
The walls of the city of Alandre.

The brand new double-headed eagle banner was waving.

Under the leadership of the edict knights, the peasants and soldiers in strong and sharp clothes lined up in an orderly formation, patrolling the city walls and streets.

For these farmers and soldiers, Lothar does not intend to send them back to the land of Hebron in a short time to do farm work.

They will conduct a new round of military training in Alandele, and even move their whole family, so they settle down.

Inspector Ulm reported to Lothar: "My lord, the local rich merchants and landlords in Alandele are clamoring to see you and swear allegiance to you."

Lothar couldn't help laughing: "I hope I protect their property."

"Go and tell them that you don't have to swear to me, but they must maintain the military supplies of the entire city for the next period of time. Once food, water and other urgent supplies are in short supply, I will send people to their homes Pick."

Lothar has never had a good opinion of these local tyrants.

They are equivalent to the gentry class in the East, eating the most but paying the least taxes, because only they have the ability to avoid taxes.

The so-called wealth is hidden in the hands of these "people".

"I'll send someone to sort out the land later, and distribute all the property to the 'converts'. Only then will Alandele be completely occupied by me."

Lothar leaned on the lord's throne padded with silk, thinking secretly.

Jeanna walked into the castle and said, "My lord, the messenger sent by Zayn is already waiting outside."

"This Zane, it seems that he is determined to negotiate a peace - he is so perverse when he is provocative, but he is as honest as a chicken after a little beating."

Lothar frowned.

This is already the third wave of messengers sent by Zayn, which shows that this guy is really full of sincerity in the matter of seeking peace.

As soon as the messenger in white robes entered the door, he respectfully presented the gift box: "My lord, I present to you, my master, His Excellency Zayn Aladdin, a box of delicious lampreys and a bottle of Precious fermented grape juice as a gift."

"Ah."

Lothar picked up the food box, and saw more than a dozen entangled live eels in it, with rather abstract looks.

Lamprey is a very precious ingredient. It is said that Henry I of Albion died of eating too much of this delicacy because he loved it so much.

Jean Na took the food box and took it down: "I'll cook for you."

"Why didn't Zayn come to see me in person, don't you even have the guts?"

Lothar's expression was slightly cold, he had been in a high position for a long time, and he was born with dragon blood, which made his majesty momentary, which made the messenger feel a sense of trembling.

"Lord Earl, your majesty is so high, I think anyone will show awe when they see you."

The messenger said sincerely.

"My lord, please make a price. As subjects, we shouldn't break the peace treaty between King Baldwin and King Saladin just because of a mere woman."

Lothar raised a finger: "Tariq is a talent, he is worth three hundred Suledes, you have no objection to this?"

The messenger thought for a while and agreed: "No problem, my lord."

Lothar continued: "In addition, you have to return Ms. Eleanor of Languedoc to me. You know, Ms. Eleanor is a pure girl, but I know very well that you must have defiled her. Chastity, therefore, needs to pay another compensation, this figure is tentatively proposed to be [-] Suledes."

The messenger opened his mouth slightly, not knowing what to say for a while.

"No, this is blackmail!"

"My lord, how did you say that this dissolute lady is a chaste girl without conscience? As far as I know, she has been with your vassal Leonard many years ago. !"

Lothar raised his eyebrows slightly: "Yes, you can understand this as a blackmail."

"Go back and tell your master that once the fire of war is ignited, it is not so easy to extinguish. The city of Alandele is now my military depot. I can send troops to harass and plunder your villages at any time. While your master was asleep, he once again led troops into the port of Ella."

"If he refuses to accept it, I will wait here for him to call up an army and fight with me."

The messenger looked at Lothar's indifferent face, and couldn't help but feel a strong sense of aggrieved in his heart: "Well, my lord, we are willing to pay this 'chastity fee'. In addition, my master is willing to give out a thousand coins Suledes, in exchange for the right to rule the city of Alandele, as long as you retreat, Ms. Eleanor and money will be given to you."

"The city of Alandele is my territory, and I will not consider returning it to heretics."

Lothar said in a deep voice.

In fact, Zayn Aladdin's suggestion is indeed very generous. If you don't consider occupying the city of Alandele, but loot it, and then count the compensation of the thousand Suledes, it can be called I made a lot of money.

"It seems that your sincerity for peace is very limited. Could it be that you are just teasing us when you meet us these few times?"

The messenger's face suddenly became calm.

He has realized that Lothar did not intend to talk about it from the very beginning.

"Because I am a trustworthy person, once I say something, I won't go back on it easily."

Lothar stared at the messenger's distorted face due to anger: "At least, Zayn Aladdin is not worthy of my lies."

The messenger said in a deep voice: "In this case, then we only need to redeem Lord Tarek, right?"

"Take the hostage instead. Tomorrow, you bring Ms. Eleanor, and I will send Tariq back."

"can."

The messenger saluted perfunctorily and withdrew.

Jean Na was on the side, and asked: "You say so, are you not afraid that they will take precautions?"

"It's only a thousand days to be a thief, how can there be a thousand days to guard against a thief?"

Lothar asked back.

Alan Dele is in the port of Ella, like a sharp knife stabbed in the throat.

As long as the city is in the hands of Lothar, Port Ella will never be safe.

Zayn Aladdin either chose to recruit various armies to besiege and break through the city of Alandele.

Or you have to endure the risk of being cut off by the sword of Damocles above your head at any time.

Lothar didn't think he could stand the latter. In the final analysis, this was not a conspiracy, but a conspiracy.

He had no choice at all.

"These lampreys are really fat. Banruo said that she can cook these little ones, and they have been handed over to her and sent to the kitchen."

Jean Na licked her lips and said expectantly: "This is the first time I have tasted Miss Banruo's craftsmanship."

Lothar asked with some doubts: "This ugly thing that looks like an alien is so delicious?"

Jeanna said with a serious face: "Of course, this is the most popular delicacy in the medieval court! Lords who can't afford lamprey are poor ghosts."

(End of this chapter)