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Chapter 177 Letter from Home
Lothar's first meal in Arlandre was a delicious meal of lamprey.

If it is said that the first person to eat crabs is a warrior.

Then the first person to eat lampreys is the Hall of Valor in the Scandinavian legend, those heroic spirits who carry two axes and regard death as home.

This kind of thing with terrifying mouthparts, no matter how you look at it, has nothing to do with "food", after being cooked by Prajna, it is surprisingly delicious.

Lothar picked up the bread with some unfinished business, dipped it in the sauce on the dinner plate and ate it.

"Hanjna, where did you learn how to cook?"

On Banruo's face, there was a rare trace of nostalgia: "When I was the gatekeeper of hell, there lived a group of creatures similar to this lamprey in the River Styx."

"It's a pity that the materials in hand are limited, otherwise the taste should be better."

Jeanna suddenly said: "I see, you are talking about corpse fish?"

The smile on Lothar's face froze.

Jeanna laughed and said, "Just kidding, I don't know what kind of monsters live in the river of hell."

Banruo nodded and said: "She is indeed talking nonsense. There are no corpses in the river of hell, and it is impossible for there to be any corpse fish."

Lothar felt relieved.

Jeanna took off her boots, lifted her plump and round legs to the table, and said casually, "My lord, what plan do you have for the next period of time?"

"Don't put your feet on the table, okay?"

Lothar frowned, and moved his butt far away: "There is no plan, just wait here for Zayn Aladdin to lose his composure and attack me first."

"Oh, that's really boring."

Jeanna rested her head on her arms, lying on her back with her legs crossed: "If I were you, I would definitely take advantage of this free time to enjoy the extravagant life of feudal aristocrats."

In Lothar's head, subconsciously popped up "After fighting for a lifetime, can't you enjoy it.jpg"

"After taking Ella Port, it is indeed time to relax for a while."

In militarism, you also have to consider the feelings of your neighbors and whether you have the energy to digest the new territories you have acquired.

Lothar feels that it is a very heavy burden for him to win Ella Port now.

"When Banruo and I first arrived in Jerusalem, I brought 20 people and ten horses. Because of the shadow of my father's generation, I was valued by His Majesty the King and Baron Godfrey."

"Now, I have thousands of miles of fertile land, real estate, and manors. If I am aggressive, I can pull out thousands of armored soldiers equipped with iron armor and helmets."

Lothar stood up, pressed his index finger on the Levant map hanging in the hall, and said, "My empire begins here."

"It is indeed a remarkable achievement."

Jeanne applauded lightly: "By the way, if you build a new empire, my lord, what should the name of the country be? The Habsburg Monarchy? Or the Levantine Empire?"

"Don't you think it's too early to talk about this?"

Lothar shrugged: "I'm just looking forward to the future, just listen to me, I have to add a 'detail' below, making us like a group of daydreaming hysterics."

Jeanna spread her hands: "Listen to Hans and the others, when you started your business in the early days, sir, you were very good at drawing cakes. Not only were you good at drawing for others, but you were also good at drawing for yourself—I just wanted to see and see."

Lothar's face was black: "Don't slander me, when did I paint cakes? That's called grand plans!"

At this time.

Hans walked into the hall.

"My lord, there is a letter from you."

Lothar opened the letter with a smile on his face: "Ah, my brother Otto is coming to Jerusalem for a pilgrimage, and he brought me a few good people to join me."

Pilgrimage is a journey that almost every Western European lord will complete in his life.

Otto needs to inherit his ancestral business, and it is estimated that after this trip, he has to return to Aargau.

Lothar looked at it for a while, and frowned again.

"Are you worried?"

"My careless elder brother actually sneaked to Jerusalem behind my father's back."

Lothar rubbed the center of his brows: "According to my father, Count Werner, he was actually trying to avoid marriage with the second daughter of the Lower Duke of Lorraine... this idiot."

Jean Na commented heartlessly: "Pursue true love? My lord, should this be encouraged?"

"It's worth encouraging a fart."

Lothar snorted softly: "He is the sole heir of Argau, and his marriage must be compromised for the continuation of the family. What's more, the marriage of the second daughter of the Duke of Lorraine does not know how much favor the Earl of Werner spent. It's just been set, how can he just run away from marriage?"

Responsibility relative.

If you eat the food of the old Habao family, you have to consider the interests of the family.

It is a coward's act to want to enjoy the noble lord and shirk responsibility at the same time.

...

In the city of Alandre.

The patrolling peasants and soldiers were resting in the shade, whispering to each other, talking about the territory newly granted to them by the lord in Alandelle.

"It is said that the adults want to exchange our original land in Hebron to Alander, but we can get double the share."

"What do you think?"

"Should be worth it?"

"Anyway, we haven't cultivated the previous land for long."

Some people are heartbroken, and some are worried that Alandele will become a battlefield tomorrow. They are worried that if Lothar loses the battle, he will lose his own land.

Just a simple matter of "replacing the land" caused a lot of confusion among the farmers and soldiers.

The knight lords don't have much to talk about, they will neither discuss theological issues such as "the authenticity of the Gospel of Barnabas" in the Bible; Progress.

When they are free, they often look at each other and smile.

"Two hits?"

"Drink two glasses?"

In this regard, the task of inspector Ulm has become more and more onerous-because he is also responsible for inspecting military discipline.

"This is a rapist!"

Not far away, there was a commotion.

The peasants and soldiers who were resting by the roadside immediately surrounded the front under the leadership of an order knight.

The peasant soldier with his trousers up had an uncontrollable panic on his face: "I didn't! My lord, I paid for it."

On the opposite side, a group of conservatively dressed Saracens men were surrounding a disheveled woman, yelling at her.

The commanding knight's face turned black for a while, and he rushed forward and grabbed the peasant soldier by the collar: "Don't tell me you forgot the rules set by the lord when he entered the city."

The peasant and soldier showed despair. He pointed to the opposite side and kept begging: "My lord, I paid the money, and I never meant to force her."

Over there, the woman said something nervously amidst the pushing and shoving of the Saracen men.

It took the knights a long time to figure it out. It turned out that the women of this family had made deals with the peasants and soldiers because they needed to raise their children and lacked living supplies.

But her family didn't know this, so the conflict broke out.

The ordering knight immediately decided: "Well, I already know that the man in your family died in the war, and your family is short of an adult man to take care of his wife and children. Why don't you just go to her house and be the hostess."

The peasants and soldiers said reluctantly: "My lord, I have already said that I spent money."

His companions burst into laughter immediately: "If you're about to take advantage, don't talk. You can get two sons and a beautiful wife for nothing with that little money. Where did such a good thing come from?"

(End of this chapter)