People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 381 Shenmu
A gull flew in the sky, hovered over the Disaster of the Sea for a moment, and then swooped down with a posture of hitting the deck directly.

boom--

Princess Anna, dressed in purple, showed her figure.

She looked at the ghost ship. Although she had seen the Disaster of the Sea and Captain Hogg before Lothar left, she was shocked from the bottom of her heart when she saw it again. A large number of dead?
Even a master who specializes in the death school may not be able to create such a creation, right?
"Good day, Your Highness."

Lothar greeted with a smile.

Anna frowned: "You can't wait to go back to your big desert? You helped General Mickeyforos get back the treasure, and he will definitely hold a banquet for you, which will help you improve your reputation It also helps a lot.”

The importance of fame in this era is beyond doubt, a legendary knight, any high-ranking lord must treat each other with courtesy.

This is something that can really translate into tangible benefits.

But Lothar thought about it, and still refused: "I don't like that kind of occasion very much, and, in the empire, I have enough connections with you and Her Majesty the Empress, and the majestic princess in purple can cover me, right?"

"Oh, it's okay, but it depends on my mood."

Anna took the box from Lothar, weighed it, and said, "Hey, it's not light. How heavy is Nikephoros, a family heirloom ruby?"

Lothar explained: "It's not as heavy as you think. I wrapped it a few more layers. After all, that thing can emit light without a light source, and there is no fluctuation of magic power. I always feel that it is dangerous."

Anna nodded: "Okay, I understand, I will give this to Nikephoros, but what about your bounty?"

Lothar thought for a while, and said, "Just cash it to Nishaya. Doesn't her office have a reserve fund? I'll just take it away."

...

in the wilderness.

"The holy fire is on!"

The servants and guards who escorted Princess Tusma stared dumbfounded at the huge oak tree whose crown seemed to cover the sky and the sun.

Princess Tusma is Saladin's elder sister. Although her skin is still smooth, she has fine lines around her eyes. Like Saladin, her appearance is not outstanding, but she has her own characteristics.

"Is this the sacred tree in the Frank population?"

She came to the ground stepping on a strong black slave from a dromedary, perhaps so surprised that she didn't even stand for a moment.

"Such creations are so magnificent."

"Bring a pen and paper, I want to record this scene."

Princess Basma once practiced at Al-Azhar University in Cairo. This is the center of theology in the entire Arab world, second only to Baghdad. Every year, countless imams and scholars debate scriptures and give lectures here.

But Basma is not a theologian, and she can't even say how pious she is. Compared with obscure scriptures, she prefers to study herbalism, astrology and agronomy.

Someone sighed with emotion in a low voice: "Last year, I was passing by here with the caravan. How long has it been? It's an earth-shaking change."

"The Franks said it was a gift from their Father."

"Could it be that they are really blessed by God?"

Someone said angrily, "blasphemy, this is the place where the first ray of holy fire was born, and the Great Prophet returned in an instant to the ascension stone of Gudes (Arabic, meaning 'holy city', that is, Jerusalem) Of course, Hashim, this is the creation of the Holy Fire, only the Franks stole it."

"These savage Frankish brigands!"

Basma frowned, then stretched it out.

She instinctively disliked the so-called jihad, but she also knew that the legal basis for her brother to rule the Saracen world was the recovery of the Holy Land that he had promised.

Therefore, war is inevitable.

The black slaves held up the big umbrella for Tusma. This kind of slaves from Nubia had been carefully selected. They were burly, powerful, loyal and reliable attendants, and were deeply loved by princes and nobles.

"There is a situation!"

Ahead, smoke and dust billowed everywhere.

A group of hussars with bright armor and feathers on their backs came slowly.

They were followed by a group of cavalry in horse gear, wearing face-covering helmets, and wearing a full set of armor and mail lining. Their equipment has an oriental style that is very different from that of the Franks.

"It's 'hussars'!"

In the team, a Turkic slave who had fought against the hussars reminded: "Their combat effectiveness is very strong, don't provoke them, and the safety of Her Royal Highness is the most important thing."

The hussars on the opposite side stopped on a small slope. They looked at the convoy, and after a while, a cavalry jumped out of it.

"I am Ulm, the Chief Inspector under the command of the Earl, but the distinguished guest is Saladin's younger sister, Your Highness Basma?"

"My master is indeed His Highness Tusma."

The Turkic slave spoke.

As a Mamluk guard, although he is a slave, his status in the team is not low.

After all, as an independent military group, the Mamluks belonged to two systems with the local nobles. They were an important reliance on Saladin, and it was impossible not to pay him a high position.

"Your status is honorable. As a patrol officer, I have the obligation to escort you out of the country and protect the safety of all the lives of your team in our territory."

All the pilgrimage teams looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Would you be so kind?"

Ulm said neither humble nor overbearing:

"Your honored guest, don't misunderstand me. I have escorted many teams of pilgrims. Transjordan is a hub on the pilgrimage route. My lord has the obligation to protect any legal pilgrims. It's not that I have any other thoughts about you."

The pivotal position of Transjordan is that pilgrims from the north must either cross the more distant desert, or have to go all the way south from the Mashriq area, enter the Persian Gulf by boat at Basra, and then sail around the entire Arabian Peninsula and enter the Red Sea.

Time-consuming, labor-intensive, and dangerous, the Mashriq region is still the center of the Sassanid Empire, and Baghdad, the second capital of the Sasanian Empire after Ctesiphon, is located here.

With the relationship between Saladin and the Sasanian Dynasty, the danger of this route has been greatly increased.

Princess Basma said: "Thank you for the kindness of the inspector, I am willing to accept your escort, but now we want to pay close attention to the sacred tree, I wonder if it is possible?"

Ulm humbly nodded and said: "Your Highness, you are welcome. The sacred tree is here. Any legitimate pilgrim has the right to look at it. As long as His Highness's team has not violated the laws and regulations of Transjordan, no one has the right to interfere with your work." action."

Princess Basma smiled and said: "Saladin once told me that your lord is an opponent he recognizes, and he is also an upright and upright knight. As his subordinate, you also have such demeanor. It seems that Saladin's words are true. .”

"Indeed, your lord is the most just and enlightened monarch I have ever seen."

Ulm's dark face showed two rows of big white teeth.

Escorting Tusma to cross the border safely was an order sent by Coors immediately after receiving the news.

Even if he is destined to be an enemy, Coors does not want his side to become a thorn in Saladin's side.

In the city of Jerusalem.

Hans led two colleagues into the tavern built in the shade. From here, he could see the towering Tower of David in the distance, which was the bedroom and fortification built by King Herod for himself.

Many cities in this era have such characteristics.

Each family built a tall tower in the urban area under its control to monitor the movements of rival families.

The Knights of Jerusalem led by Godfrey has a permanent company at the Tower of David, which is also an important arsenal, stocking a large number of weapons, arrows and shields.

The tavern was still very lively.

The changes that Lothar brought to the city are enormous. Today, many knights in Jerusalem have worn brand-new breastplates. The black chain mail shirt, the defensive power is not what it used to be.

Lothar's subordinates have not completely replaced the plate armor, even if it is a relatively simple breast armor, the production capacity is not rich enough to equip every soldier.

Unlike Jerusalem, even knights who are relatively short-handed are willing to grit their teeth and buy a breastplate for themselves because of the popularity of plate armor.

There was a lot of activity in the tavern.

It's the hottest time of the day now, and Hans and the others were also on patrol, and they were a bit overwhelmed by the sun, so they decided to come to the tavern to have a drink or two and rest for a while.

"Grand Commander, I heard that Master Lothar won a highly anticipated competition in Constantinople, and was appointed by the Queen as the general of the Cyprus military region. Do you think he will come back?"

"Of course, why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"Recently, everyone is discussing this matter. Some people say that your lord has abandoned his orthodox faith and wants to convert to the Greek Church. Some people say that he was favored by Her Majesty the Queen and became a guest of honor."

The knight who spoke was a typical Apennine, with gestures when speaking, but not as thick as a southerner like Cellinina.

Hans frowned. He had heard these rumors, but he didn't pay attention to them. After all, he had only met Lothar in the world of combat records before.

He knew Lothar's plan.

"That person looks familiar"

"Conrad!"

The knight suddenly waved his hand to the distance in surprise: "Here, long time no see, I didn't recognize you just now, aren't you serving the queen in Constantinople?"

The knight on the opposite side was also a little surprised when he heard the words: "Luka, long time no see."

Knight Luca solemnly introduced to Hans: "This is my friend, Conrad of Monferrato, who once served the emperor in the Eastern Empire, not only married the purple princess of the Comnenos family, but also sat on the The high position of the Imperial Caesar."

Hans was startled.

According to Luka, this is a real big man, but in terms of appearance and demeanor, it is really difficult to associate this man with that kind of big nobleman.

Conrad smiled and said: "Oh, Luca, the so-called power is like a cloud to me. I have given up the title of Caesar of the Empire, and I am determined to participate in the war against the heretics and defend the Holy Land."

He turned his attention to Hans again: "It's a pleasure to meet you, Grand Commander Hans."

(End of this chapter)