People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 25 Set sail, set sail

The sea breeze blows.

I can vaguely see the coastal port city with many buildings in the distance amidst the mist.

A merchant ship with a round belly and flat sails is sailing on the surface of the Adriatic Sea.

This is a Kirk boat.

The ship types brought from Northern Europe by the Normans in Sicily quickly adapted to the Mediterranean climate and were widely used on merchant ships.

Wearing a white linen shirt and holding a wooden cross, the poor monk was preaching to the crew and passengers around him.

"Jerusalem is a treasure that exists both in heaven and on earth. As a city on the earth, it is beautiful, and as a city in heaven, it is unparalleled in glory."

"Jerusalem, a holy place, is now under siege by ambitious pagans. Ayyubid and Sasanian, these two giants, are loathsome and despicable devils."

"They destroy God's church, light their so-called 'holy fire' in the center of the temple, desecrate the holy Father, kill, kidnap and sell fellow Christians everywhere."

"On the way to Asia Minor, the pilgrims were attacked by the Turkic cavalry they raised, and suffered inhuman abuse, imprisoned, or killed."

"They want to burn the Holy Sepulcher of the Savior with flames and occupy our heaven on earth, Jerusalem. This is something neither Catholics nor Orthodox will tolerate."

"Use the weapons in our hands to destroy the heretics, go to the 'land flowing with milk and honey' recorded in the Bible, to atone for your sins, and you will get the eternal glory of the kingdom of heaven!"

People shouted, "This is the will of the Heavenly Father!"

"Amen!"

Lothar, wearing a dark red burqa, stood in the crowd under the guard of Hans, Ryan, and Model, praying devoutly.

He was never a Catholic, nor did he believe in any gods.

But he felt that since this is a world with extraordinary power, perhaps the so-called "Heavenly Father" really exists.

That being the case, you might as well believe it.

As long as he doesn't get in the way of his own business, he will always be "pious".

If one day, his wings are full, he will not be afraid to ask the classic "Pope? How many teachers does he have?" like Emperor Joseph the Great.

Of course, His Majesty the Pope in this era really has many "teachers"!
The Pope occupies the vast territory directly under the Pennine Peninsula in Central Asia, and the rest of the major bishoprics are theoretically also under the jurisdiction of the Pope.

If it is not necessary, even if he is full-fledged, he is not willing to tear himself apart with His Majesty the Pope.

A group of people boarded the ship this afternoon.

This morning they got up early and set out on their way from the northern town of Veneto to the southern port to take a boat.

Today, just two hours after departure, the castle of Romagna can still be seen on the coast.

The monk suddenly pointed to Lothar in the crowd, and said, "Lothar von Habsburg—this is a heroic knight from Swabia. To protect the way of the Holy Land, it is piety to the Father and His Majesty the Pope urges him to do so. May the Father bless you, venerable knight!"

Since the Pope expelled Emperor Henry, many priests did not think that the "crown" crowned by His Majesty the Pope was still effective.

So call Henry the king.

The passengers also cast reverent glances at Lothar.

"Praise you, honorable knight."

The monk invited with a smile on his face: "Knight Lothar, please say a few words for everyone, everyone needs your encouragement."

The expression on Lothar's face was a little stiff.

Compared with the poor crusaders who were fleeing refugees and were better than the army, the passengers on this Kirk ship were richer, and there were many town craftsmen and city traders.

They have the same goal as Lothar, and they also go to the Holy Land to respond to His Majesty's call for the Eastern Expedition.

Lothar didn't want to deceive them and say something against his will.

But the warm cheers of the people made it really hard for him to shirk.

After thinking for a long time, he slowly opened his mouth: "This is a great cause. For the sake of the heavenly father and for the Holy Land not to be defiled by heretics, even if you die in battle, your soul will return to heaven."

"That's right, the dead will return their souls to heaven, while the living will be honored."

The monk continued to preach loudly.

And as a "pious" crusader knight, Lothar really has no reason not to listen to the sermon, not to mention that this monk is so eager to pursue him and make him famous.

Looking at the citizens, they looked at Lothar at this moment, full of loyalty and awe.

In this era when faith has been integrated into people's lives, even if it is a disguise, Lothar must pretend to be a devout believer.

Two hooded women sat in the cabin.

One tall, one petite.

The two sat opposite each other, neither paying attention to the other.

Fringila held back for a long time, and finally couldn't help but said: "It's so boring, silly, why does the lord listen to that old man's chatter?"

Hannya raised her eyes slightly, and stared at Fringira without emotion.

Seeing Fringila all the time, she felt a little cold all over her body, so she continued to sit cross-legged on the plank bed, wondering what she was thinking.

"Hey, Hannya, are you a robot? Don't you feel bored?"

Furingilla raised her calves and swayed up and down: "You are such a woman without interest. If one day you are with the lord, he will definitely be driven crazy."

Banruo frowned, and the emotion on his face finally fluctuated a little: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Ha, did you call me back?"

Furingilla looked like she had succeeded in her tricks: "I knew it, you really have thoughts about the lord! You are a scheming woman."

"But let me tell you, it's impossible for you and the lord."

"Although your breasts are big, your butt is also big, your waist is also very thin, your skin is very delicate, and your appearance is very beautiful."

Fringila opened her fingers and counted carefully, and suddenly she was taken aback: "Wow, you, a bad woman, have so many advantages? It's bad, maybe it's really interesting!"

The corner of Banruo's mouth twitched, her face still had the expressionless expression of Gujing, she said coldly: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Furingilla raised her smiling face: "The grievances between the Blood Royal Court and you are their business, and have nothing to do with me, Hannya, just as your lord said, we will be comrades who fight side by side in the future, comrades who need to protect each other, I don't want to make trouble with you."

Banruo frowned: "For me, public is public and private is private. No matter how hostile I am to you, I will not compromise in the slightest."

"So you don't have to worry too much, let alone try to please me."

The corners of Furingilla's mouth curled up slightly, and a sly smile appeared on her face: "Hanruo, you are indeed interested in the lord, if you really have ideas, you can't go on like this."

"Heh, do you think that I will be as shy as an ordinary little girl?"

Banruo said expressionlessly: "I have the feelings for the lord, just the feelings that comrades-in-arms and courtiers should have, and I don't have the kind of 'thoughts' you mentioned."

"Really? I don't believe it!"

Fringira laughed.

"Whether you believe it or not, it has nothing to do with me."

Hannya closed her eyes, and this time she stopped talking completely.

Furingilla, on the other hand, smiled slyly like a little fox who had stolen a chicken.

If Banruo really didn't care at all, he wouldn't take up her words at all.

But then there was a sense of urgency.

The lord should be mine, but I can't let you, a ghost woman, take the lead.

(End of this chapter)