People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 207 The Wizard's Trace
Lothar had long wanted to pull the falconer into his team. This kind of perfect scout was much more useful than light cavalry running on the ground on four legs.

But the falcon trainers are more or less on the edge of extraordinary people. They have concluded a "contract" with the falcon through some kind of ceremony, and they can communicate with each other and master the "eagle language".

Moreover, the cultivation of falcons is not an easy matter.

It is common, and indeed it is.

Many of the larger Saracen lords had falconers under their command.

But to say that it is rare, it is really rare. There are so many princes and nobles in the Crusaders, and few have falconers. It seems that this falconer is bound to Zoroastrianism.

Lothar did not approach the bloody stakes.

He just ordered: "Let the branch of the Saint LS Road Redemption Church stationed by Alan Dele send a team of priests to Port Ella. The war is coming. How can we do it without a military doctor?"

But the far water cannot save the near fire.

No one could heal such a penetrating wound unless Uldin was there in person.

The sheriff of Port Ella, after Lothar and the others left, Pepin ordered in a low voice: "Give them a good time, bury them properly, and the heavenly father will bless them to ascend to the kingdom of heaven."

"Amen."

On the high ground opposite, a group of Mamluk guards wearing black scale armor and chain armor helmets surrounded an oriental canopy.

It was a parasol covered with black silk cloth. Standing in the shade, Rauf the Piercer picked up a silver wine glass and took a sip of fermented grape juice.

"Oh, I'm so calm, no wonder you lost to him, Zayn."

Beside him, Zahn's expression was a bit complicated.

In his heart, of course he wanted to avenge Lothar and regain his territory.

But in that battle, his self-confidence was almost completely shattered by Jeanne. In his heart, he didn't want to be an enemy of an opponent like Lothar anymore.

"Indeed, he is not the same as those traditional Frankish princes."

"Pity."

"Failed to provoke him and kill him here."

Rauf Aladdin sighed softly.

Unlike what Lothar had expected, Rauf wanted to provoke Lothar, not because he wanted to make Lothar bear the responsibility of tearing up the peace treaty, but really wanted to kill Lothar here.

He controls a large area of ​​territory on both sides of the Red Sea, can gather 3000 armored soldiers, and has a 500-man Mamluk personal guard. He is the most powerful lord in the Hejaz area, except for the guardians of the two holy cities. .

"But Zayn, don't worry, with Master Shamail here, I will help you regain your lost territory soon."

Rauf was full of confidence.

He had already heard from Zahn that there were wizards working under the Frankish lord, so he naturally wouldn't act rashly without a way to deal with it.

Master Shamail was a wizard from East Africa who he invited to serve animal spirits.

Zahn forced himself to show a smiling face: "Rauf, why don't you just forget about it, and let me be a general under your command without any dissatisfaction."

"Hmph, Zayn, look at your current appearance, you are extremely cowardly, like a defeated dog whose spine has been kicked."

Rauf snorted coldly.

"After half a month at the latest, when the first batch of manticore knights are trained, we will launch an attack on the port of Ayla—at that time, we will contact a group of pirates to cooperate with our fleet and advance in two directions—he supports Can't live!"

Zayn opened his mouth, intending to remind you that the pirate you contacted last time disappeared without a sound and didn't understand what was going on.

But shut up again.

This brother of mine has been expanding aggressively in the Hejaz region over the years, both in terms of strength and mentality.

Originally, I didn't have much right to speak in front of him, but now I lost the territory he gave me.

If it weren't for the fact that there was an army under his command, and that he had robbed a large amount of wealth accumulated in the port of Ella, he would not be qualified to stand by Rauf's side now.

...

This border conflict made some people panic, especially those converts whose allocated land was close to the border of Lothar Territory and Rauf.

In the Port of Ella, everyone was in a hurry, with unease in their expressions.

Return to the mansion in Port Ella.

Lothar quickly calmed down the anger in his heart. The stronger the mental power, the harder it is for him to lose control of his emotions.

The grapes and watermelons chilled in the well were placed in front of him by the maid.

Lothar sat down and said in a deep voice, "Ask Muller, if he has any channels under his command, ask for me about this Rauf, what kind of confidence does he have to provoke this border conflict?"

"Yes."

He didn't eat the fruit on the table, but went straight back to his usual bedroom.

He took out the double-headed eagle emblem, plugged in his mental power, and said, "Miss Anna, is it convenient for us to chat?"

An intermittent voice came from over there: "Wait a moment."

In the palace of Constantinople.

The witch Anna sprinkled a bunch of red, green and green spices in a cauldron on the fire, only to hear a "bang", and sparks flew everywhere.

The liquid in the cauldron began to decrease rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, there was only a shallow layer of the bottom of the pot left, which was as thick as syrup.

She clapped her hands: "Ha, it's done—someone, send these 'strong potions' to the camp of the 'Black Hand Brigade', let them finish drinking, and then set off for the Bulgarian border to suppress the rebellion."

"Yes."

Immediately, a servant came over respectfully, skillfully divided the potions in the cauldron, and took them away.

Anna stepped aside and said in a low voice:
"Hey Hey hey?"

"I'm fine here, what's the matter with you?"

At the other end of the coat of arms, Lothar's voice came: "I have to thank you for the meditation method you sent, Ms. Anna."

"Ha, you're too polite. It's not some advanced knowledge. If it can help you, it would be great."

One book of meditation is indeed not a commendable piece of advanced knowledge. In the great library of Constantinople, there must be 99 books instead of one hundred.

"Ms. Anna, maybe this is nothing to you, but I remember that the purpose of our Levantine Witch Association is equal exchange, isn't it?"

Anna emphasized: "It's the 'Levantine Wizards' Association', which has been renamed! Our association is all about being inclusive, so how could it be because of a gender-limited name?"

"But you are right, we pay attention to exchange of equal value - there is just one thing that may need your help, a wanted wizard, who was wanted for stealing in the Imperial Library some time ago - he is very dangerous, there is a high probability that he will flee to You Franks are in the territory, so just help me keep an eye on his whereabouts."

"Are there any more specific characteristics? At the banquet a few days ago, my vassal did mention that suspicious people came to his territory."

Anna's face became a little more serious.

She thought for a while and said:

"But it's useless to talk to you about the specific characteristics. This is a powerful wizard who masters transfiguration. This guy is trying to study the human body alchemy that has been lost for many years, and intends to take living people out of the alchemy cauldron. can change."

"How about this, don't startle the snake, I will send Nishaya as soon as possible... the little girl who gave you meditation ideas, let her accompany you to screen it."

"Okay, by the way, is this Miss Nishaya misunderstanding me?"

"No!"

Anna's tone rose slightly, and then quickly leveled off, showing a calm look: "Of course not, but you have to know that many witches are very loyal when it comes to love."

"Although you are a rare wizard, there are too many witches around you, which is not very attractive."

Lothar's suddenly realized voice came from over there: "So that's it."

The two chatted for a few more words before Anna cut off the communication, feeling a little guilty in her heart.

She will never admit that what she told Nishaya is that Lothar is an evil wizard who is good at bewildering beautiful witches and making them indulge in lust, and every word has the power of demagogy.

It's not that she has any thoughts about Lothar, it's just a mischievous casual remark.

...

Port Ella.

Lothar frowned, feeling that there were many problems facing him right now.

I hope that I made a mistake. If there is really a wizard hiding in his territory - let's leave it to the Wizarding Association to solve it.

He hasn't had the experience of fighting a wizard yet, but the witch who he met in Austria before, who once turned into a giant snake and followed Count Leopold, still had a fresh impression on him.

Even now, with all his subordinates gathered together, he is not sure that he can defeat her.

A piece of meditation method is exchanged for a piece of news, it should be considered equivalent, right?

Next, there are endless trivial matters.

A peddler in the port cheated on the scale, and two farmers were short of weight; two farmers fought because of the boundary line between adjacent fields;

A large number of matters that required Lothar to make a decision were piled up to his ears.

For a moment, Lothar really wanted to say casually: "Let them have a judicial duel, and stop bothering me with such trivial matters."

But he immediately cut off this kind of thinking. For him, it was a trivial matter, but when it comes to individuals, it is a major event that can change a person's fate.

He ordered his subordinates to bring these people up for trial, and through an interpreter, to try each case and deal with it properly.

"My lord, some frontier converts want to get some weapons for self-defense."

"Accept their request and send edict knights to organize them to conduct agricultural and military drills. Every family will get a male. I hope that when they are attacked next time, they will be able to delay enough time until we arrive."

"Besides, Hans, you call Ned here, and I authorize him to form a Border Patrol."

Lothar lay on a soft cushion, feeling a little nostalgic for Hebron that Coors took care of.

He raised his head and looked around.

Fringila, with her legs crossed, is bored playing with her hair; Rangna, who looks like a drunkard, with a big mouth and flushed cheeks;

None of them are reliable.

As for knights like Ryan, Mordel, Pepin, and Ned, they are often illiterate.

Only Hans is reliable, but Hans already has enough responsibilities on his shoulders.

He had no choice but to say: "Inform Coors immediately that the situation in Hebron has almost stabilized, and ask him to hand over everything to Andreas and come to Port Ella."

Fringila said in surprise: "My lord, are you finally bringing Coors here?"

Lothar rolled his eyes: "If one of you is reliable, I wouldn't be so busy all day long."

Jeanna raised her glass and signaled to Lothar: "My lord, you are right. I used to be a peasant woman. She helped the family cook, herd the sheep, and was good at housework--handling government affairs is not good, so don't try to take those annoying things. to bother me with domestic affairs."

I believe you ghost, you are just plain lazy.

Jeanna had suffered from being illiterate when she was tried by the British, so many years after her rebirth, she was no longer illiterate.

Banruo closed the book, just when Lothar thought she was a little dissatisfied with her words.

I saw her put the book back on the shelf, and read another one.

Throughout the whole process, it seemed as if he didn't hear what Lothar said at all.

She had time to sit down again and continue reading - she really responded to Fringila's words, and she pretended not to hear the words that were not pleasant to her ears.

Fringila was a little dissatisfied and said: "Sir, I can solve your problems for you. I used to be a princess with my own territory. Don't underestimate me!"

Lothar became interested and asked, "Then tell me, if you were to handle the cases I just handled, what would you do?"

Fulingira said confidently: "Of course they are all hanged to death. If you dare to bother me with such a trivial matter, do you think I can't kill people?"

The smile on Lothar's face froze, he stretched out his hand, and before she could react, knocked a loud crash on her forehead.

The sound is crisp.

Lothar looked at the aggrieved Fringila, smiled and said, "It's so crisp."

"It sounds good, it's a good head, I need to knock more in the future!"

Jeanna said from the side.

Fringila was so wronged that she glared at Jeanne, but she dared not speak out.

In the evening, the witch covered in black robes visited again.

She was standing outside the door, asking with a melodious voice like a bell: "Where is Ragmani?"

"Want to come in and talk?"

Lothar asked.

The witch immediately took a step back vigilantly, her voice full of tension: "No! No need, you tell me the whereabouts of Lagmani, and I will leave right away."

Lothar is a little speechless, are you so afraid of me?
He had clearly restrained his breath on purpose.

"Is Ragmani the one that Anna said, the wizard who stole the books of the Imperial Library and tried to transform the human body?"

"Yes, this is a dangerous man."

"He is in the territory of my vassal, Baron Zugal. It is said that there is a village called 'Dehem'. He behaves solitary and lives alone. It should be obvious at a glance."

After Lothar finished speaking, he asked again: "Miss Nishaya, are you sure you don't need me to bring someone to go with you?"

Nishaya hesitated for a moment.

After a long time, she still shook her head and said: "Forget it, I have a deep knowledge in the art of concealment, if I just find out the identity of the other party, I will not be in any risk."

Although Anna's subpoena was for her to investigate the target with Lothar and his party.

But how could a wizard, like a well-trained army, be able to obey orders and prohibit them.

Nishaya has her own self-confidence as a master of occult arts.

Moreover, compared to Lothar, a perverted wizard, she felt that it was really hard to say who was more dangerous than this wizard who was obsessed with body training.

(End of this chapter)