People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 184 The Real Demon Hunter
Otto stared at Lothar drunkenly, with envy beyond words in his brown eyes.

"Lothar, how on earth did you do it?"

You can do it if you have a hang too.

Lothar was silent for a while, and supported his crumbling body: "You drink too much, go and rest, and I will tell you in detail when you wake up."

Otto opened his mouth, did not speak, but patted his head angrily.

Alcohol content in this era is generally low, but drinking too much can be intoxicating.

The rotten drunkards in the tavern who beat their heads at every turn are the best proof.

Moreover, the wine at the Sibilla banquet was obviously not the usual "fermented grape juice".

Lothar summoned a knight from the Habsburg family, supported Otto, and sent him to the guest room.

Watching him leave, Lothar's expression was a little complicated.

The original Otto and Lothar had their own strengths, Lothar was good at personal martial arts, and Otto was good at knowledge.

When the two were young, when they learned Gaul together with the priest, Lothar's mastery was far behind Otto's; Otto had started to learn Latin, and Lothar still couldn't read Gaul fluently.

Thinking of what Otto said before, he couldn't help but sigh silently: "It's indeed a different person."

The iceberg girl in the red dress gently held Lothar's arm and asked:
"what happened to you?"

"It's okay, it's just a little emotional."

Lothar smiled and exchanged glances with Prajna.

Accompanied by two knights asking Princess Sibyl for a show duel.

The banquet gradually came to a climax.

The martial arts of these two knights are not bad, and the process of fighting between the two is also very exciting.

All the knights were dazzled.

In the end, the winner made a beautiful stab, and pressed the blunt wooden sword dedicated to this weapon to the opponent's throat.

"Pretty!"

"Good fight!"

The applause was thunderous.

The winner withdrew his wooden sword, and walked straight to Losar under the cheers of the crowd.

He knelt down on one knee and said, "Master Lothar, I want to dedicate this victory to you."

"I know you, knight."

Lothar looked at the familiar face of the other party, and recalled: "Your name is Ned Stark, right?"

The knight looked shocked: "You...do you remember me?"

Lothar smiled and said: "Of course, you wore a set of worn-out armor and achieved good results in the Knights Tournament in Vienna."

"Thank you for your generosity and kindness back then. If you hadn't given up my ransom, I wouldn't be where I am now."

Lothar said seriously: "The Heavenly Father will protect the pious warrior, Knight Ned, are you willing to pledge your allegiance to me?"

Ned said pleasantly: "Of course...if you are willing to accept."

"I am glad to accept your allegiance, Knight Ned, but it is a pity that there is no priest to witness this banquet."

"Tomorrow I will receive your allegiance at the Tel Aviv Church in Jaffa."

Lothar said with a smile on his face.

in the garden.

A burly man wearing a tattered bearskin cloak and carrying a wooden wine jug covered with iron stood in the corridor silently waiting to be summoned.

Anahad felt that the world was becoming more and more magical.

Obviously before, when people heard that he claimed to be a demon hunter, they often felt conflicted, even fearful, and refused to communicate with him.

But in Jerusalem, the holy place with the strongest theological atmosphere, he was instead invited to be the guest of Her Royal Highness, and was often summoned.

The attendant came slowly towards him and called:
"Anahad, come with me, that distinguished guest wants to see you."

"Ah."

The taciturn demon hunter followed his attendants into a room.

A young male aristocrat who looked heroic was sitting condescendingly on the stone steps on the stairs.

"Are you a witcher?"

"Yes, sir."

A trace of surprise flashed in Anahad's eyes.

Lothar keenly caught the shock in the other party's eyes, frowned and said, "You seem shocked to see me?"

"Yes, my lord, because I rarely see a wizard, let alone a wizard who is a secular lord."

On Anahad's vicissitudes of life, there was a stiff smile?

"The majestic spiritual power on your body has already explained your identity, but I can't perceive what the magic power on your body is."

He is a capable person!
Lothar got serious: "Mr. Anahad, tell me about the werewolf you hunted down."

Anahad sat down at the side, and he moved his butt a little uneasily. On Lothar, he felt a strong coercion, as if a huge human-shaped dragon was entrenched on the throne.

None of the lords he had ever met could match him.

This made him, who had a cold personality, subconsciously show a humble expression.

"It's a typical black-maned werewolf. I've hunted it all the way from Prague, Bohemia."

"Chase?"

Lothar frowned: "That is to say, he is not your opponent anymore?"

Anahad nodded bluntly: "That's right, we demon hunters have mithril weapons specially designed to deal with monsters, which can do more damage than demon gold, and we are familiar with the habits of monsters."

"In Prague, I've hit it badly, but it's a pity that this cunning beast escaped."

Lothar nodded slightly: "What's your motive? I mean, why didn't you chase this werewolf all the way to the Holy Land?"

Anahad was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "We demon hunters use the power of demons, and everyone uses ritual magic to seal a monster in their bodies. I need the corpse of this werewolf as our school's reserve. "

"Very reasonable."

Lothar nodded slightly.

But Prajna beside him shook his head slightly, and said in a flat tone: "He's lying."

Anahad's face changed slightly.

Lothar propped up his chin with his hands, and sighed softly: "Demon hunter, I think we can be more open and honest."

"For example, if the black-maned werewolf you were following was actually a demon hunter?"

"you you…"

Having been punctured, he felt a trace of sincere fear in his heart.

On Anahad's forehead, there were large drops of sweat: "How do you know?"

Lothar chuckled and said, "The power of monsters is so easy to control."

The dragon bloodline still needs him to continuously improve his mental power to resist the erosion of sanity by the bloodline, not to mention the power of the dark attribute that has the most serious erosion of sanity.

In connection with what Anahad said earlier, the demon hunters in this world need to accommodate a monster in their bodies.

Facts, obvious.

"Yes, you guessed it right, that black-maned werewolf is a traitor from our Warsaw witcher school. It took away a sealed item of a demon in the school, and tried to contain the demon inside into its body .”

"In other words, the black-maned werewolf you're following is actually still a demon hunter?"

"You could say the same."

"Have you read the popular witcher novels in Holy Land?"

"No, I can't read, but I've heard some in taverns."

"I wrote it."

"Thank you very much for speaking fair words for us demon hunters."

"Ah."

Lothar nodded noncommittally: "That's it, I will send someone to pay attention to the witcher you mentioned."

"This noble lord, you must pay attention to this matter. Once this traitor is allowed to release the demon, it will definitely lead to a disaster."

"I will."

Lothar showed a serious expression: "I forgot to introduce myself, I am the Grand Leader of the Royal Knights of Jerusalem, and I am obliged to maintain the security of Jerusalem."

"You are Count Lothar?"

Anahad was startled.

"That's right, Anahad, before you catch your fellow disciple, you should follow me first."

"it is good."

After Lothar ordered his attendants to take Anahad down to rest, he asked, "How do you feel about his strength?"

"Not much worse than Hans."

Prajna said in a low voice.

Fringila added on the side: "Its body should contain a vampire. The decaying smell of vampires in this world makes me sick just smelling it."

　I'm very sorry, I didn't write it last night, I fell asleep, my fault.

　
(End of this chapter)