People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 27 Story
In a blink of an eye, it was the next morning.

Life at sea is so boring and the space for movement is so small.

It was hot and humid.

It made Lothar more willing to stay next to Prajna.

The cold air continuously emitted from her body was like a small air conditioner.

Fringela has no such ability.

Although her body temperature is also icy cold, but it has to be close to feel the coldness.

Their intimacy has not yet reached this stage.

However, even if he doesn't want to go out anymore, Lothar must perform the social activities that a knight should have.

For example, instructing two attendants to train the male leaders; instructing the female leaders to sew blouses with his coat of arms for the male compatriots in their village.

Supervise whether the crew is caring for their horses and whether the horses are showing symptoms of seasickness or illness.

Hans can handle most things by himself.

But Lothar can't just be a hands-off shopkeeper, he has to maintain his prestige.

Only implements and names should not be handed to others.

When I boarded the deck, the sea was covered with a layer of mist.

The crew carefully steered the sails and steered the boat.

Holding the wooden cross, the priest is still preaching to the passengers.

Lothar stood aside and listened silently, crossed himself "piously" and prayed earnestly.

After his sermon was over, Lothar stepped forward to chat: "Where are we, Father Beckett?"

"Having passed the Ionian Gulf, we are completely out of the Adriatic."

Father Beckett paused slightly, pointing to the blurry coast: "When the weather is clear, we should be able to see the lighthouse of Morea at this time, which is the land of the Eastern Empire, with customs and customs that are completely different from your hometown. "

"Eastern Empire."

Lothar couldn't help being fascinated.

"One day, after the war in the Holy Land is over, I will definitely go to Constantinople to see the splendor of the city of seven hills, 'Queen of Ten Thousand Cities' (Vasileousa Polis)."

Beckett joked: "Then you have to be careful, a brave and skilled knight like you will definitely get the fanatical pursuit of those noble ladies of the empire."

Lothar joked: "If it's Queen Lagaia, then I'm afraid I will really be tempted."

"Who isn't?"

Beckett said with emotion: "After all, she is the most beautiful woman and the most powerful woman in the world. If you marry Princess Sibilla, you can become the crown prince of Jerusalem. Then marry Queen Lagaia, you will become the crown prince of Jerusalem." Emperor of the Eastern Empire."

The gold content of the two is not at the same level at all.

Lothar smiled and didn't answer any more.

He is not a person who likes to fantasize, and the unattainable dream of becoming the emperor of the Eastern Empire is just lip service.

"Knight Lothar, do you know that when I was preaching just now, the crew all reminded me to be careful of the siren today."

"Usually, what we need to be wary of are Norman, Moorish and Berber pirates, but now we have to be wary of sea monsters that few people have ever seen."

The priest's tone was a little mocking.

He has traveled between the Apennine Peninsula and the Holy Land eight times if not ten times, and has never really seen any sea monsters.

In his opinion, the siren is just a legend made up by boring sailors.

Suddenly someone said: "Father, not many people have seen it, because everyone who has seen it is dead."

It was the captain of the ship who spoke.

A middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life.

"It's like you sure don't know what kind of miserable life the Christians who were sold to the African chiefs lived."

"You also have no way of knowing what happened to the crew members who witnessed the sea monster."

"But I don't know, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

The captain exhorted solemnly: "It is said that sea monsters are used to haunting in the sunless weather, arousing people's desires with their songs, and then tearing up and swallowing the bewitched bit by bit."

"If you hear strange sounds, be sure to cover your ears!"

His tone was very serious, and he left nervously after speaking.

The two left looking at each other.

Lothar said deeply: "I think what he said makes sense. I haven't seen it, but it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. I once slashed a werewolf in the Knight Tournament in Lienz."

"This at least proves that the creatures in folklore are not non-existent."

"But the siren is a legend in pagan mythology."

Lothar didn't speak, just gave him a deep look.

Father Beckett hesitated to speak, and after a while, he said: "I understand what you mean, I will inform the passengers on this ship of the captain's instructions."

Priests who have been around in the Holy Land will be more flexible in many ways.

After all, caravans of Zoroastrians are welcome even in Jerusalem.

In the evening, the fog was getting bigger and bigger.

The whole world seemed to go dark because of this.

Fringila stood on the deck, stretching her graceful curves wantonly. At this time, most people were asleep, so she didn't have to worry about being too noticeable.

She lay lazily on the side of the boat: "My lord, this kind of life is really too boring."

"I faced the wall with that woman Prajna all day today, and I feel that my vampire life has dimmed a lot."

Losa glanced at her, and said helplessly, "Maybe a little boring, but it's not more boring than when you were sleeping in a coffin."

"Can it be the same as it is now when you are asleep?"

"If you fall asleep, you won't know anything, and you won't feel bored."

Furingilla held Lothar's arm, her watery eyes were full of expectation: "Please, just let me find a random man to suck it up, and I'll throw his body into the sea, fish I'll clean up all traces and no one will know I did it."

"No."

Lothar frowned: "Fringila, you have to be clear, I am a human being, and the person you want to suck blood is also a human being, so don't say such things lightly—and, I warned you, without my permission , can't start with anyone."

Furingilla snorted, "Aren't I just asking for your permission?"

Lothar said seriously: "My answer is already very clear."

"Also, it is said that there will be sea monsters attacking passing ships in this sea area. Sea monsters are a group of monsters living in the deep sea. They hate light, so the weather tonight is suitable for their activities. You'd better be careful."

"Cut, it's just some sea monsters, those sluts who like to mate with humans, don't they have any powerful skills worth mentioning?"

Fringira was a little disdainful.

If the sea monster is a school monster, then the vampire is at least two grades higher and belongs to urban legend.

"Don't take it lightly. Fringila, your strength has not yet recovered, and you have been suppressed severely. Compared with the extraordinary creatures in this world, you may not be much stronger."

Losa Xuxu persuaded: "Arrogance is the first of the seven sins. I have told you many times that this world is not much simpler than yours. I don't hope that one day you will die because of arrogance."

"Oh, I see, my lord, why are you as annoying as a chattering, rigid old antique?"

Fringira showed an impatient look.

And, hints of increased intimacy.

This stubborn kid.

There was a smile on Lothar's face: "Don't be so impatient, go back to the cabin later, let me tell you and Banruo the head office."

"Ok."

Fringira showed a reluctant expression.

In fact she was looking forward to it.

Lothar, who has been influenced by Internet literature, has too many interesting stories in his head.

"Still telling the story about the monkey?"

"Won't you listen?"

"Well—you can listen to it."

Fringila's tone was a little vague, and she jumped up and down and quickened her pace.

There was an unconcealable excitement.

No one ever told her a bedtime story.

(End of this chapter)