People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 216 Next Step Strategy

Southwest of Port Ella, Dahab.

In the mansion of Rauf the Impaler.

A middle-aged man in a gorgeous white robe and bare feet said goodbye to the owner with a smile on his face.

Rauf's face was a little ugly: "Master Shemail, I'm going to crusade against the heretics soon, do you really want to leave at this time?"

The middle-aged man nodded slightly: "Thank you for your hospitality and help, Lord Rauf, but I have also helped you tame a group of manticores, and we owe you nothing."

Zahn, who was standing beside Rauf, said, "Master, the manticore alone cannot defeat the Frankish lord. He has an evil witch under his command."

Zayn saw with his own eyes that wild and unruly manticore was killed cleanly with a single shot.

The man called "Shemel" had bright eyes: "With the magic gold and the manticore, even if the attack is not enough, it is enough to hold your territory."

"Saladin held a meeting of wizards in Damascus. Although I have no intention of serving him, only by going there can I show the prestige of the 'Hamuzai' school."

Rauf's face was a bit ugly, but he also knew that he could not control the will of a powerful spellcaster at all, so he said, "I will send ten elite 'Faris' (knights) to escort you."

escort?
Schemael's eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts, and he looked at Rauf until the other party lowered his head profusely in sweat, and then said:

"No, I don't want to cross the territory of the Franks, it may cause unnecessary conflicts."

He whistled once.

In the sky, a loud lion's roar sounded.

Spreading its wings, a giant manticore at least 20 meters wide descended from the sky.

Behind its tail, a dark red sharp scorpion tail was shaking slightly.

"Goodbye."

Schermer waved his hand.

In the eyes of a powerful spellcaster like him, all beliefs and races are imaginary.

Apart from those ridiculous priests and falconers who can only rely on worshiping the holy fire to obtain meager spellcasting abilities, will there be spellcasters who believe in gods?

As for race, it is not worth mentioning, they are all classified as mortals.

He straddled the manticore's saddle, and nodded slightly to Rauf. Immediately, the manticore vibrated its wings, and the strong wind blew up all the people.

Rauf looked at the back of the manticore going away.

His face was gloomy: "This old man, these days I have been respectful to him, and I have almost answered every request, yet he still wants to leave!"

"How can the Frankish lord on the opposite side get the effect of so many beautiful spellcasters, and I can't even recruit one? Damn it!"

Zayn remonstrated: "Rauf, forget it."

"Master Shamel doesn't owe us anything. He built us a 12-man Manticore Faris regiment. They can launch surprise attacks on the enemy from anywhere in the sky."

"As long as we rely on this Manticore Farris, we will continue to advance in Hejaz and annex the territories of those weak lords."

"At that time, please ask King Saladin for the title of Governor of Hejaz. Your status will not be much inferior to that of Governor Adil in Egypt."

"Ah."

Rauf glanced at Rauf contemptuously: "Zane, you have fallen to this point because you are too weak. I should have let you go if I knew you would be so easily frightened by that Frank. Garrison at Port Ella."

Zayn's face turned blue and white for a while, his fists were clenched, and his veins were bulging.

It seems that he regrets humiliating his brother so much.

Rauf's tone became softer: "Zan, my territory is now divided into two by the port of Ella. If I want to return to Ma'anburg, I must either cross the enemy's territory or rely on ships. Aqaba lands, and the territory of the Franks will also be under my double-team."

He said in a serious tone: "It is doomed that I and the lord on the opposite side will never die from the beginning to the end. Unless I would rather give up the territory of Dahab and the Sinai Peninsula, but this is impossible!"

Zahn opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak.

Changing places, he felt that he was also reluctant to give up one-third of the territory, just to live in peace with that Frankish barbarian.

If there are lords who are close, you can also use the method of territory replacement to solve this problem.

But Rauf, a tyrant with the name of the Impaler, how could he have such a relationship?
"Moreover, not only is my territory divided into two, but the entire Ayub kingdom is like this. If I can't take back Ayla Port, he will definitely hold me accountable."

"You know, I don't belong to his faction,"

Zayn was silent for a moment.

It is said that Saladin is a generous and benevolent monarch, which is indeed the case, but when it comes to power struggles, who dares to make any guarantees?

The Ayyubid dynasty's control over the region was not too strong, but in the Hejaz area, if Saladin wanted to dismiss him from his post, he would be sanctioned for his internal expansion.

That would be a disaster.

...

Lothar, who returned from New Habsburg, stopped by to inspect Alandre.

This city, like the Acropolis of Port Ella, has completely settled down.

The cross coat of arms of St. Lazarus and the double-headed eagle flag of Lothar fluttered above the city.

These poor congregations from Jerusalem received Lothar's funding to change into a batch of old chain armor or scale armor, patrol the city, and help those pilgrims suffering from diseases to heal their injuries and diseases.

The Order of Saint Lazarus, which takes the bottom line, actually coincides with Lothar's policy.

Although the converts of the Bishopric of Alandele obtained the land allocated to them by Lothar, it took time to obtain benefits from the land.

Although they have a place to stand on, they are still very poor.

For them, the help from the Order of Saint Lazarus is like a timely gift. Coupled with Lothar's treatment of converts at low prices or even free rental of farm tools, this has also prompted more and more people to convert to Catholicism.

As for whether they pretended to convert, it didn't matter to Lothar at all.

After submitting the petition, when the Saracens come back, who cares if they pretended to convert or not?
If it was wartime, Alan Dele should be able to pull out [-] sergeants by now.

There are also the guardian knights of the order. These poor knights are definitely not as good at fighting as the rich knights, because the servants they carry, the equipment they hold, and the mounts are all inferior to the rich knights, but in terms of personal combat skills, they should not be worse. How many.

For the pompous poor knight would have died in some tavern brawl or on a trip across the Mediterranean.

In the field, craftsmen are bringing their hands to build an irrigation canal.

With a soft sound, the water source in the distance rolled down the canal.

The onlookers suddenly burst into cheers.

"Praise Heavenly Father, praise the great Count Lothar!"

Lothar nodded slightly, and then continued to the port of Aila under the escort of Alan Dele's city guards.

To be honest, Lothar doesn't want to fight the Impaler now.

In addition to Hebron and Yogrysburg, New Habsburg, Alandre and Ella Port are all on the rise.

Every extra day of recuperation will give you more strength.

If the territory of the Sinai Peninsula is allotted to Lothar now, he doesn't even have enough strength to divide his troops to garrison-he will not do so.

Because the governor of Egypt, Lothar's old opponent Adil, may be waiting for this day.

Once Lothar divides his forces and his strength weakens, he will take the opportunity to attack Lothar. Anyway, the so-called armistice treaty can always be torn up as long as there is a reason.

"Miss Flynn, you have to work harder when you go back. There are not a few powerful wizards like Miss Anna in this world."

"If you're just so tired, I'm afraid that in the future, you won't even have the power to protect your lord."

"In other words, if even an adult is stronger than you, there is no need for you to protect him."

Jeanne teased Flynn, who was sitting on horseback, still chewing biscuits.

In exchange for the glare of the two.

"What do you mean 'even' I am stronger than Flynn?"

Lothar snorted softly: "When my dragon-born blood is fully awakened and I can transform into a giant dragon, we will fight one-on-one again."

At that time, he also plans to complete the mock battle of Constantine XI and change himself to a six-star template—the gap between the two is not just as simple as an attribute point.

This point may not be obvious enough from Banruo, after all, she is just a gift.

Prajna noticed the strange look in Lothar's eyes, and frowned slightly: "Jianna, agree to your request. At that time, I also hope to have a discussion with you."

Lothar: "..."

(End of this chapter)