People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

The center of the oval-shaped arena.

The young earl, wearing a golden mask and helmet, and a black cloak with a golden double-headed eagle, is driving the red horse of the god steed, and slowly walks from the shadows to the sun.

Seemingly unaccustomed to such a noisy environment, Putao was digging the muddy ground a little restlessly.

Lothar hung the shield on the hook on the saddle, and patted its head covered with the iron helmet as a comfort: "This is the first time we have fought side by side, please show some face."

The audience in the stands were discussing a lot. Although the announcer briefly introduced Lothar, they still had no impression of the young Crusader Marquis.

"Is this Lothar the new barbarian general recruited by the empire?"

"The Habsburg family, such a strange name."

"Yes, I remembered. This General Lothar seems to be the inventor of the Gwent card. I remember that his card effect is quite powerful."

"Can he do it?"

"Who knows, they're all Frankish barbarians, probably about the same."

To the proud nobles and citizens of Constantinople, Lothar was just a nobody from the backcountry.

At the very least, the title of a marquis and general of the military region is obviously not as good as the son of Caesar of the Western Empire who easily defeated the most brave Greek knight in the empire.

After all, Germania has inherited the legal system of the Western Empire. Although many Greeks do not agree with this, after all, Germania has never been the legal territory of the empire.

But it also depends on who you compare with.

The nobles of Constantinople obviously didn't like those Crusader princes who had a large share of the Eastern trade and refused to exchange the empire's homeland.
Hearing the lack of respect from these gossip women, Fringila couldn't sit still, and hummed softly: "If my lord can't do it, there won't be anyone in the world who can do it. Just wait and see."

A young lady could not get used to Furingila's arrogant face pointing at Jiangshan in the stands before, and snorted, "Even my husband is no match for him, let alone your lord."

Just now, Fringila made comments about her husband, that is, the noble Greek knight, which made her lose all face, and she will naturally have to get it back now.

Fringila was about to have an attack, but was stopped by Celinina: "There is no need to argue with this kind of person, she will embarrass her later."

"You are Lothar of the Habsburg family?"

On the opposite side, Crown Prince Henry is riding a white horse covered with a black single-headed eagle coat with a yellow background. On his head, there is a barrel helmet with a vertical crown similar to that of the remaining veterans, and it is connected to a chain armor neck guard.

The upper body is also a burqa of the same color, which is swollen by the armor.

He was holding a lance, and in his left hand was holding a yellow kite shield with a single-headed eagle emblem printed on it.

Lifting the mask, he arrogantly asked Lothar who had just arrived on the field.

Lothar took the lead in giving a knight's salute, and said with a smile: "Yes, Your Highness."

Crown Prince Henry was obviously satisfied with Lothar's attitude, and his arrogance restrained a little: "I won't introduce myself, Lothar, why did you work for the King of Greece?"

Lothar explained with a smile: "Your Highness, you also know that the strength of the kingdom is very different from that of the pagans. The Eastern Empire is the kingdom's most important ally. I came to help the Greeks by order of my king Baldwin."

"So it is."

Crown Prince Henry said thoughtfully: "Well, when the matter here is over, if you are willing to follow me, when I take over the Kingdom of Sicily, I will make you the Grand Duke of Messina, how about it?"

"Thank you for your attention, but Sicily is too far away from the Holy Land. Saladin is still eyeing Jerusalem. I don't know when he will make a comeback. I can't leave the Holy Land for my personal future."

Crown Prince Henry said with a look of pity: "That's a pity, but you are right, as a pious Crusader knight, you should uphold the will to guard the Holy Land."

The two had already come to communicate with each other at this time.

Putao looked at the Nisaan war horse under Crown Prince Henry's crotch, and let out a threatening neigh in disdain.

But the opponent's mount was not afraid at all, and responded with a voice not to be outdone.

Putao was furious immediately, wishing he could run over immediately and gnaw its neck with his mouth wide open. Luckily, Losar tightened his reins and didn't give it a chance to have fun.

Crown Prince Henry exclaimed: "What a wonderful horse, Marquis of Lothar, if I win, I won't ask for your armor, and I won't hurt your life, but this horse must be given to me."

"Your Highness, if you want it, just come and get it."

Lothar replied with a smile on his face.

"it is good!"

Crown Prince Henry replied confidently: "You don't have to hold back, I heard that you once defeated Abelardo's knight disguised as a werewolf in the knight competition, but what I want to say is that even it is far from Not my opponent."

"I will do my best, Your Highness."

The two saluted each other, then turned around and returned to the starting position.

Lothar saw two figures in the stands.

Fringila was holding the somewhat reluctant Celina, standing on tiptoe and waving to this side.

Seeing the reluctance and embarrassment on Cellinina's face, he couldn't help but smile, and turned his gaze to the other side of the stand, where the Queen and Anna were.

Although it was far away, he still saw Anna's mouth shape, and she was saying that she must win.

Lothar didn't look around anymore, he put down the golden mask, and the hustle and bustle around him immediately seemed to be completely isolated.

He stared at the triangular flag in the referee's hand without blinking, waiting for the signal to start the duel.

With the flag waved down.

The noise on the field became much quieter, many people stared with bated breath, and some noble ladies even clutched their handkerchiefs, breathing tremblingly with nervousness.

This is a duel.

There's nothing more exciting than a battle where the battle can be divided between the victor, and possibly life or death.

The horseshoes with iron palms stepped on the rammed mud ground, making a deafening roar.

The wind pierced through the gap in the helmet, sending out a piercing shriek.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer.

Lothar flattened the lance in his hand, and the moment the two passed by, not only escaped a stab from Crown Prince Henry, but also stabbed the lance hard on his shield.

With a loud bang.

The lance made of white beech was broken into countless sawdust, which scattered and splashed in all directions.

The cheers broke out immediately.

Such a warm atmosphere caused Lothar to have the illusion that he had shot Crown Prince Henry to death.

Lothar glanced back at Crown Prince Henry, who was still sitting firmly on the saddle and couldn't see his expression clearly because he was wearing a huge helmet, and heaved a sigh of relief.

In this confrontation, although he had the upper hand, he did not directly dismount Crown Prince Henry. You must know that although he mainly increased his mental strength, his strength has been strengthened all the way, and it has already surpassed the scope of ordinary people.

Lothar was surprised.

Henry was obviously more surprised.

Just now, the huge force from the spear on the opposite side, if he hadn't taken many potions to enhance his physique, and the spear was blunt and fragile, he felt that he would be stabbed to the ground.

In the stands, the Greeks, who were depressed because of their successive setbacks, shouted in surprise.

La Gaia's expression didn't change much, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she asked, "Mr. Messenger, it seems that we are going to win this round."

Leopold nodded slightly: "With the help of the Marquis of Lothar, it is not difficult to beat His Highness. But I am very puzzled, Your Majesty, you can really order a pious crusader like Lothar to leave the Holy Land alone and go to Sicily Is the island fighting for you?"

"Or, do you have another general who can be sent to Sicily to fight Tancred's Norman knights and Saracen mercenaries?"

Lagaia frowned.

Before she could speak, Anna continued, "Don't worry about that, Mr. Messenger.

Sicily is an inherent territory of the empire. If they cooperate, the ownership of Capua, Benevento, Apulia, Calabria, and Salerno is yet to be discussed, but Sicily is absolutely impossible to negotiate. "

There is a confrontation on the field.

There is also a confrontation off the field.

The Germanians want to use the navy of the Eastern Empire, but in terms of the distribution of spoils, at most they accept the addition of some Greek vassals to the Kingdom of Sicily, and they are absolutely unwilling to let the Eastern Empire return to Apennines.

Leopold also said with a serious expression: "No, this is impossible. If so, the legal system of the Kingdom of Sicily must be divided into two?"

Although in later generations, the Kingdom of Sicily split into two parts, the Kingdom of Sicily and the Kingdom of Naples, but in fact both countries claimed to be the orthodox Kingdom of Sicily.

Therefore, when they merged later, there was the saying of Two Sicilies.

The queen still didn't speak, and it was Anna who confronted Leopold: "There's nothing wrong with having two crowns, otherwise, do you really think that you, a prince, can secure your throne?"

The two quarreled.

At this point, the second round of confrontation had already begun.

Lothar changed to a brand new lance, and this time, his opponent Crown Prince Henry was obviously much more serious.

As the two sides staggered, Crown Prince Henry not only blocked Lothar's lance with his shield, but also stabbed Lothar's shield with the lance in his hand, causing Lothar's shoulders to ache from the shock.

What a lot of strength!
Although there are reasons for him to release water, it is enough to prove that the strength of Crown Prince Henry is indeed far beyond the scope of ordinary people.

However, such a confrontation did not make Lothar feel any pressure.

A mere lance used in competitions can't penetrate the defense of the dragon scale armor at all, let alone stab it on the shield.

The "grape" under his crotch is also a bloody horse with excellent physical strength and endurance. If the fight continues like this, it will only delay the battle into a battle of stamina between the two sides.

In that case, the winner must be him.

Third round.

Fourth round.

Crown Prince Henry stopped suddenly, the shield in his hand was already broken.

He took off his helmet and shouted to Lothar: "Enough, when will such a boring competition end? Why don't we just start the next one? Let's lead our own troops and fight here. A bloody battle."

Lothar had no choice but to say: "As you wish, Your Highness."

Crown Prince Henry was in a hurry.

An impatient commander-in-chief will be more likely to make mistakes when making decisions. It's okay to tie the two games into one. Lothar has the confidence to win.