People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 405
"who is it?"

"Celinina."

Lothar explained to Raymond's suspicious eyes: "It's the little girl with blue-gray hair who is following me. You should have an impression of her."

"Indeed, anyone who sees the girls around you will be impressed."

"But please forgive me, just such a little girl, even if she is a wizard... it is impossible to break into the heavily guarded enemy camp to assassinate a spellcaster. You know, the magic gold is not too rare."

Raymond's tone was full of doubts. He felt that it was too childish to entrust such a heavy responsibility to a girl who did not seem to be of marriageable age.

"Yes, there must be guards under Adil's command who use anti-mogold weapons, but they can't touch Celinina at all."

"Don't underestimate Celinina. Nishaya's teacher once said that even she would feel a strong sense of danger when facing Celinina. She is already a spellcaster at the apex of the extraordinary world."

Raymond was confused.

He didn't understand how wizards were divided into levels, but in his opinion, the reputation of wizards must be linked to their strength. Anna must have two brushes to serve as a court advisor to the Queen of the Eastern Empire.

"That's good."

Raymond was silent for a while, and said with a wry smile: "We have no choice."

Celinina, as a powerful assassin who has not yet become an elite, can threaten a wizard like Anna who has half a foot on the threshold of legend.

As long as she holds a weapon made of magic-blocking gold, and without the opponent being prepared, through the "silence" effect of choking the throat, the "damage-increasing" effect of the lone wolf and "Lone Wolf Potion", it is absolutely impossible to assassinate a spellcaster. Difficult.

Moreover, judging by common sense, the spellcasters around Adil must be inferior to the spellcasters around Saladin.

...

In the tent.

Veneto sat alone outside the tent, sharpening the two-handed sword in his hand, and poured a handful of water on the whetstone from time to time.

Suddenly there was a voice from behind.

"The bloodthirsty wolf of Basilicata?"

Veneto turned his head, and a bloody shadow was slowly solidifying, turning into a pale middle-aged man in a black dress. His hair was already gray, but his appearance did not look old at all.

He frowned. As a subordinate with only one level, even if they were both five-star, the strength gap between him and Coors was still vast.

"The blood shadow demon of the Tepesh family?"

Coors bowed his head in greeting: "That's right, I followed your lord earlier than you, and I'm temporarily serving as the chief of the holy library under your command."

Veneto let out a "hmm" and continued to polish the weapon in his hand: "Do you have any tasks to explain to me?"

Coors had a formulaic smile on his face: "I heard that you got along very badly with everyone when you first came."

"Just for this?"

Veneto snorted softly, and said impatiently: "I'm here to find a fight, not to make friends—and I won't make friends with a vampire."

Coors didn't think it was disobedient: "You should have a boring life without fighting, right?"

"What do you mean?"

Veneto paused slightly. In the past two days, he felt that the desire to fight in his heart could hardly be restrained, but he couldn't find an opponent at all—Jianna and the others are too strong. Fighting against them is not a match. , but looking for abuse.

Coors smiled and said, "I plan to find a partner for you—but with your current strength, I'm afraid you can only fight with ordinary people."

Veneto snorted coldly: "I will accumulate enough merits as soon as possible, so that the adults can upgrade me. I don't need to be equal to you. As long as I can recover [-]% of my strength, I am willing to experience the strength of the legendary blood shadow demon."

"Oh, what a big fool."

Coors said with some emotion.

"What do you mean?"

Veneto's pupils constricted, like needlepoints.

Coors knew that this was a sign that the wolves were about to attack.

"I don't have the leisure to provoke you, I just want to give you a suggestion."

Coors rubbed the center of his brows: "Go to the master to credit for a meritorious service. You may not even be able to beat a group of well-trained soldiers. Why are you talking about making meritorious service? Why not improve your own strength first and form a virtuous circle .”

"Can it still be like this?"

Veneto was a little puzzled: "Will you not offend your lord?"

"My lord's temper is not that bad."

Veneto considered for a while, nodded and said: "Okay, I will try, and when I recover my strength, I will come to compete with you."

Coors quickly shook his head and said, "I'm not the partner I said I'd find for you."

Veneto frowned and said nothing.

Xindao, you vampire with a stomach full of bad water, you don't want me to be a training partner for Yao Knight, do you?Doesn't that want my life?

Seeming to see through Veneto's thoughts, Coors quickly said: "He is also a pure-blood wolf, but he is not good at fighting in a werewolf style. The two of you can learn from each other and improve each other."

Veneto nodded: "Is that Hans? I heard adults mention him. No problem, I will discuss with him."

"there's one more thing."

Coors coughed lightly: "My lady has developed a potion that can increase the strength of the wolves in a short period of time. The material must be the blood of the wolves. The higher the purity, the better."

A look of suspicion appeared on Veneto's face.

"Miss Cellinina and Hans have both donated their own blood, and they are eligible to use it only if they donate it."

Coors is persuasive.

As a pure-blooded Basilicata royal family, Veneto's bloodline level may not be comparable to that of Celinina, but the purity must be surpassed. His blood may bring better improvements to Wolfsbane Potion.

At the very least, it must have improved Celinina much more than the Wolfsbane potion made from Hans' blood and Celinina's own blood.

Veneto was thoughtful: "I will mention this matter to the adults, and everything will be arranged by the adults."

Coors nodded: "I still have work on hand, so I'll take my leave first. If you have anything to do, you can come to the tent next to me."

Coors, who withdrew and left, raised the corners of his mouth slightly. This bloodthirsty wolf is not entirely a fool.

At the very least, he still knows that the adults will not harm him no matter what.

...

Early the next morning, the Crusaders, who had finished their rest, finally officially embarked on the march.

There are a total of more than 3 battle-ready soldiers, and the formation is like a winding python. The cross emblems are scattered all over the desert, and the supply carts and horses responsible for transporting the luggage, and the camel team follow behind the team.

Along the way, when passing through castles or manors, the local lords will send supplies within their capabilities, and many pilgrims will join the team with weapons, which is the advantage of home games.

But at the same time, some heathen leaders began to move around, looking at those "evil" crusaders with expressions full of hatred, and perhaps countless rebellious plots had already been brewing secretly.

But more are indifferent to it.

Apparently, they didn't think Saladin had come to liberate them.

As low-level serfs who were wantonly oppressed by taxpayers, they didn't care much about whether they were ruled by the Franks or the Saracens.

Whoever comes doesn't make their day any better.

...

Baron Fulk pushed a cart full of slaughtered sheep to the so-called "dragon pen".

Looking at the ferocious giant beast raised by manpower behind the iron fences.

He expressed the emotion he had expressed countless times: "I originally thought that dragon beasts were nothing unusual. In legendary novels, those knights...even a group of farmers can easily eliminate them by virtue of their numerical advantage."

"Now it seems that the only way for a group of farmers to win against this monster is to strangle it to death."

The man threw the slaughtered whole sheep into the iron cage.

With just one bite, the dire dragon's two rows of fangs like sawtooth cut off a whole sheep until only the head and tail remained.

The middle part is swallowed by it in one gulp.

The man smiled and watched the dire dragon roll the sheep's head and tail into its mouth with its rough tongue: "It's not easy to support these big guys to death."

Fulk suddenly said, "I heard that this Master Shemer cured a dying patient right after he came here?"

"Not a dying patient."

The man explained seriously: "To be precise, it should be a curse, and dealing with curses in their profession is a professional counterpart."

"Can you tell me more about it?"

"No, as the master, I cannot casually agree to a slave's request."

Baron Fulk was stunned for a moment, feeling a deep sense of loss in his heart for some reason.

But then I heard the man smile and say: "But you are my friend, since you want to know, I will reluctantly tell you."

"It was the daughter of a very powerful man in Aleppo, who was cursed because of her beauty and turned into a blood-sucking devil."

"and after?"

"Master Shamail delivered her relief."

"That's it?"

Fulk's eyes were full of surprise.

"That's right, it's not ups and downs at all, but those innocent people who were hurt by her would definitely not think that this process was too hasty. If Master Shemail hadn't been ordered to investigate this series of disappearances, I don't know how many people would have died."

Fulk frowned: "I thought Master Shemer would lift her curse and return her innocent body."

"Ha, where is there an innocent body? The moment she was cursed, her soul died and she fell into darkness."

"Anything else like that?"

"You are very interested in these..."

Baron Fulk was startled. Could it be that his plan to find out the information about Schemael and pass it on secretly has been seen through?
No, this is also a temporary idea!

The man said with emotion: "But it's normal. Ever since those evil Franks used spells on the battlefield, many people have started to pay attention to the things about gods and ghosts that they don't usually care about."

"Using a spell?"

"Of course, if it wasn't for the use of magic, how could those Franks still see things clearly in the dark?"

Mentioning the Battle of Kaleburg, the man's face was full of resentment: "That Lothar won an unfair war with this kind of spell. I really don't understand why you respect such a person."

"It turns out that..."

Fulk thought of Coors who was elusive again, and he really didn't look like an ordinary person.

He's supposed to be a wizard, right?

Fulk threw a sheep into the dragon pen far away, and said somewhat insincerely: "It seems that Earl Lothar's victory at that time was indeed not glorious."

"That's right, he started all of this, so my king can only respond in the same way."

The man shoveled the last sheep into the iron cage, looked at the Tyrannosaurus, which was a little wilted because the dragon had just flown overhead, and patted its head with his hand.

The action is outrageously bold.

Fulk almost jumped up: "This is too risky!"

"Haha, there is nothing more risky than holding a spear to hedge against the bastards of the Knights."

The man smartly wiped his hands on his Chinese clothes, and whistled: "Let's go back to the camp and drink two glasses of fermented grape juice, I have a leg of lamb left over to feed that ugly guy - let's set up a grill to eat. "

(End of this chapter)