People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 325 Changes
Jeanne felt that she was simply unlucky.

As soon as she returned to the manor, she found that Banruo, Flynn, and Celinina had been summoned by Lothar and left to go outside the city. They wanted to solve the root cause of this disaster.

She also wanted to rush to join them.

Unexpectedly, this plague broke out so quickly.

The manor where the veterans stayed temporarily was attacked by rats at the first time, and the two servants who were pruning the branches and leaves in the garden were gnawed to pieces.

Even if she had warned her earlier, how could the rat swarm be something that humans could defend against? No matter how strong the city wall was, there would always be loopholes.

Fortunately, she was in the manor, and directly used holy flames to purify these rats into bones.

After being stopped like this, she lost all intention of going outside the city.

Because she definitely couldn't catch up, and she didn't have a coat of arms to communicate with Anna, so she didn't know where Lothar and the others were now, and where they could talk about rendezvous.

Had to wait for them to come back in the manor.

Jeanna could also hear movement not far away.

Some of the neighboring manors had apparently also encountered a swarm of rats, and there were screams and the creepy sound of flesh and blood being eaten.

The remaining veterans guarding the manor had fear and uneasiness written on their faces. They stood on the courtyard wall and the tower, always alert to the movement around them.

In some places, raging fires ignited.

I don't know whether someone would rather be burned to death with the rats than to be eaten by the rats; or whether the rats knocked over the candlestick and burned the whole manor.

...

Inside and outside the walls of Constantinople, the plague had begun to spread on a large scale.

Many of the tenant farmers who entered the city earlier today had sallow complexions, like walking corpses, and there were black spots and pustules everywhere on their bodies that could not be concealed by thin linen shirts.

Many passers-by on the street were coughing violently, and perhaps their trachea had been ruptured, and there were bright red blood stains when they raised their hands to cover them.

Coughing came and went.

In a carpentry workshop built on the edge of the city wall in the outer city, there was only a bang.

The whole house just collapsed.

Amidst the smoke and dust, countless dense plague rat groups with pus-filled skin emerged from it.

They attacked anyone they saw, and after the rampage, even the bones were gnawed clean.

Those elite soldiers with helmets and armour, faced with these rats, had no way of doing anything for a while. Instead, because of the armor on their bodies, it was inconvenient to escape, and they were soon overtaken by the rats and devoured them one by one.

The disaster came so suddenly, but fortunately, the Earl Commander of the Varangian Guard at the head of the city made a decisive decision and smashed the cupping pots on the ground one by one, igniting a wall of fire with a bang, which stopped the crazy rats. Stopped.

But seeing the fire gradually diminished.

The mice that had stopped in their tracks also became more and more restless.

Immediately, as if they were crazy, they jumped directly over the flames, even though the fur on their bodies was covered with fire oil and burned blazingly, they still wanted to pounce on these fresh flesh and blood.

"My God, what kind of monsters are these?"

"Are they possessed by the devil?"

The faces of the soldiers defending the city were full of despair.

They are the elite of the Varangian guards, let them confront the enemy, even if it is the undead army of Sasanian, the knights of the Crusaders, and the Mamluks of the Saracens, they will not have the slightest fear.

But the enemy is a group of rats.

No matter how fast a knife or gun is, it can't resist the vast swarm of rats.

This is a natural disaster that cannot be resisted by humans.

But the next moment.

At the moment when these rats were about to engulf the Varangian guards, time seemed to freeze for a moment, and the soldiers could even clearly see every whisker of these rats in midair.

boom!
All the mice turned into a burst of black ash in an instant, passed through the bodies of everyone like a storm, and disappeared.

It's like it's never been there.

But the soldiers looked at the wreckage of their comrades who were swallowed up by the rats, leaving only the armor and metal parts of the weapons, and they knew very well that this was not an illusion at all.

"Father bless."

The earl commander fell to his knees first, praying devoutly.

It was a miracle that the Heavenly Father prevented a terrible disaster that would destroy the entire Constantinople.

in the city.

People who were coughing violently suddenly felt as if a boulder had landed on their chests, and the heavy feeling of being blocked by something miraculously disappeared.

They looked at the black pustules on their arms, which had already begun to subside. When they touched it with their hands, a layer of dry skin flakes fell off immediately, and they couldn't help cheering.

"Thanks to Heavenly Father's blessing!"

"This is God's will!"

Once again the Father visited Constantinople.

...

At this time, Phil Orn was thousands of miles away from Constantinople.

in a mansion.

The pale-faced vampire housekeeper happened to be wiping the blood on his hands in his spare time.

Although most of the local tyrants in Filorn fled when the Crusaders approached the city, how many were left behind.

He used to be a law-abiding man, but he heard that Lord Lothar had led his troops to sea and left the holy land, and he also heard that the Egyptian governor Adil had the intention of going east, and his mind became active.

In the past two days, they have frequently exchanged letters with various parties, but who knows that their actions are all under the nose of Coors, and they have the demeanor of fishing and law enforcement.

When he came to the door alone with the intercepted letter, the local tycoon even brought his family, and the servant wanted to kill Coors and rebelled.

But they are no match for Coors.

So it became the scene in front of me.

Andreas carefully stepped over a corpse lying on the threshold, looking at the scene of corpses strewn across the field, he couldn't help frowning: "Mr. Coors, isn't this a little too much?"

Coors threw a white cloth to wipe blood on the face of a dead body: "Conspiracy to incite rebellion, where is it not a capital crime?"

Andreas said in a deep voice: "But these matters should always be decided by the adults. After that, they have to go through the formal process of public trial."

Coors frowned.

He looked at Andreas with disappointment in his eyes, and said after a long time: "Your Excellency is a benevolent and kind lord, it's better not to dirty his ears with such things."

Conspiring to incite rebellion, even if it is placed here in Lothar, is a capital offense. It is nothing more than some family members may still be able to survive, and all family properties will still be confiscated.

But in Coors' view - to cut the grass is to cut the roots.

This kind of dirty work that damages the reputation should be done by them. If it is spread, others will only say that he, the guard of Fil Orn, is cruel and has no mercy, and will not damage Lothar's reputation.

Suddenly there was a soft sound behind him.

It seemed to be movement from the closet.

Andreas was stunned for a moment, then became vigilant, walked carefully to the closet, opened the door, and found a little boy with a straight Arabian sword in his hand.

The vampire butler looked at his terrified expression and sighed softly, "I wanted to let you go."

"Unfortunately, you haven't hidden well enough."

The frightened look on the little boy's face became more and more obvious. He saw with his own eyes how this terrifying crusader demon slaughtered his family. He was not human at all!

He mumbled tremblingly in his mouth: "The holy fire burns forever, the highest and the greatest!"

Immediately, a black shadow flashed behind him.

There was a bloodstain on his neck, his head tilted, and he lost his life.

Andreas asked with some doubts: "Mr. Coors, do you really want to let him go?"

"of course not."

Coors looked at Andreas and snorted coldly: "I just want to find a suitable reason to kill him."

Only then did Andreas show the expression he should have. This is the Mr. Coors I am familiar with!If one day Mr. Coors will really show mercy to the weak, Andreas must suspect that he was pretended by the faceless ghost.

"Recently, the Egyptian governor under Saladin seems to have the intention of attacking us. Do you want to write a letter asking you to return to the territory as soon as possible?"

Coors shook his head and said, "The letter must be written, but do you really think that Adil will strike at the Lord's territory in Sinai at this time?"

"Isn't it? It's clearly written in the letter."

Coors chuckled and said, "It's impossible for these little fish and shrimp to get online with people of Adil's level. The people who correspond with them are actually people from Rauf."

"He hoped that we would pay more attention to Adil's threat and stop going south to annex Shamail."

Andreas thought thoughtfully: "Doesn't this mean that Rauf is really devastated now?"

"Of course, he has already started a war with Hashem's so-called 'holy descendants' family. If we attack from behind, they will definitely not be able to resist."

"Then do we want it?"

"This kind of matter has to be reported to the lord, and he will decide. But to be honest, with the presence of Ella Port, the importance of Shemael to us is greatly reduced. It is better to manage our current territory well."

The offshoots of the Tree of Life have also grown vigorously in the Bishopric of Alander, and the scope of the oasis is expanding every day. Coupled with the main branch of the Tree of Life in New Habsburg, in a few years, the entire Transjordan The earldom is likely to become a rare geomantic treasure on the east coast of the Mediterranean.

(End of this chapter)