People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 445
"Fifty thousand gold coins."

Lothar raised five fingers.

"I need [-] gold coins. In exchange, I will donate the head of this fire dragon to the Knights after processing it with magic."

He is a lord with a divine aura and is not suitable for bargaining like Coors.

After Coors found out the bottom line of the two group leaders, Lothar simply came up with a "reasonable" price.

It will cause pain to the two knights without breaking their bones.

In the Levant, apart from Saladin, only two knights could offer such a high price.

"I would like to ask the two Grand Masters, which one can better demonstrate the sanctity of the church, a sacred object made from the head of a fire dragon, or an unknown sacred object bought by poor knights for dozens of gold coins?"

Holy relics are not only widely found in churches. Many charlatans and bards (the two are sometimes equated) will compile a beautiful story in a tavern whenever they travel to a place, and sell a large amount of "holy relics". things".

They also claimed that they were the hair, teeth, and even dried strips of a certain saint, which could bless the knights and make them invincible on the battlefield and rejuvenate the sluggish men.
Pick a saint at random and piece together all the holy objects claiming to be his remains. It must be a freak with dozens of heads, dozens of arms and legs, plus a lot of short tentacles growing from the crotch.

The proliferation of such sacred objects is because the cost of forging sacred objects is too low. Grave robbers can unearth a corpse and point to the hand bones removed from the corpse without shame, saying that these are the remains of a certain saint.

But the dragon head is different.

No church in Europe has ever housed such a sacred object.

Although the expressions on the faces of the two grand leaders did not change much, Lothar could still feel that they had been persuaded, but they were still hesitant.

Gerald's hesitation was not because he felt that the money was not worth the money, but because he felt that once the Knights Templar exhibited this "sacred object" to people, wouldn't they have to introduce Lothar holding the holy spear again, so Great achievements?
Doesn’t that mean the Knights endorsed Lothar’s deeds?
But when he thought about it again, he felt that he was actually worrying too much. The sacred color of this secular marquis was so thick that it could no longer be washed away. Yesterday, all the nobles, monks, and soldiers who witnessed this scene would have his The deeds are published.

Lothar, who holds a large number of troops, is destined to become a very important figure in the Christian world.

If you think about it this way, it's better to agree readily, which can also be regarded as a good relationship and express your apology for having publicly questioned the other party.

"make a deal!"

Gerald spoke decisively.

Roger was stunned.

There is only one dragon head, so it is first come, first served.

Although the relationship between Gerald and Roger was good, the two knights were actually still in a clear competitive relationship. They could not be said to be on equal terms, but they were by no means harmonious.

Roger was furious and looked at Lothar: "What about me?"

"Grand Commander Roger, if you don't dislike me, I still have the head of an Earth-walking dragon hidden in my mansion in Hebron. Although it cannot be compared with the head of the Karelian Fire Dragon, it is still The dragon executed by the Holy Spear.”

Roger hesitated and sighed: "This is the only way."

"How much does this head of the Earthly Dragon cost?"

"Two thousand suludes will do."

Lothar said with a smile.

The Earthly Dragon's head has become a specimen, and he keeps it just as a decoration. Now that he no longer needs this kind of display to show his authority, he might as well sell it to Roger and earn a good reputation.

Back then, a werewolf corpse could win over the Archbishop of Tire, so he spent a lot of money this time.

"Ok."

Roger made a sign of the cross on the front of the black-robed monk's uniform: "Your Majesty the Marquis, Gerald and I are also willing to support you and your army with a large sum of money."

"However, Grand Commander Gerald wants to hear your explanation for the ghost army that appeared in Port Ella."

Roger's counterattack came so quickly.

Lothar glanced at Gerald. Of course he had not forgotten the accusation that the Grand Master of the Knights Templar had made against him, but he did not show any concern at all. Instead, he said with a heavy face: "They …They are just a group of sinners who stay on earth because they cannot go to heaven.”

Lothar looked solemn, and his voice was sonorous and powerful, without any guilt: "Grand Commander Gerald, let me ask, has this ghost army you mentioned ever attacked Christians? Even the war between me and the false emperor Isaac, They didn't interfere."

"They are sinners, but they are also Crusaders. They are poor people who stay in the world to atone for their sins, suffer torture every day, and just want to be freed."

"Even God is willing to grant them the qualifications to atone their sins, so who are we to say anything?"

Gerald was convinced by Lothar. To be precise, he had already been convinced after witnessing a series of miracles performed by Lothar yesterday: "You are right, even God is willing to grant him the qualification to atone for his sins." , and we have no right to make any judgment on this.”

After leaving the Knights' station, Lothar looked back and saw that the knights had finished their evening prayers and were returning to their camps.

The tranquility here is in sharp contrast to the hustle and bustle in the camp not far next door.

This is the source of the powerful fighting power of the knights of the Knights Order.

In addition to the [-] gold coins obtained by selling the "sacred objects", Lothar also borrowed a physical loan equivalent to [-] gold coins from the two knights. Of course, there is no interest. The monastery never charges for loans. Interest.

What they charge is storage fees, transportation fees or the borrower needs to purchase indulgences at regular intervals - in short, it is not interest.Just change the name.

This is a correct procedure unique to this era, harmless, but it demonstrates the authority of the church everywhere.

During this time, the Crusader camp became a lot more chaotic.

The military camps under many nobles were filled with idlers. People enthusiastically reveled and vented their joy of victory.

Beside the bonfire in the camp, a bard holding a lute was singing verses with a beautiful voice: "Sweet lady, I swear in the name of God, you are the only one in the world who can catch me." heart of."

The noble lady opposite couldn't help but laugh and said: "Young Master, do you think I haven't heard the story of 'Dandelion'? Do you want to seduce a noble lady to lose her virginity?"

Dandelion is the most popular character in the witcher story, besides Van Helsing. He is humorous and good at sweet-talking - but at the same time, he is also full of philandering, lustful and lies.

"The Marquis must be biased against bards to write this. In fact, I am a very loyal and dedicated man. My wandering life is just to collect creative materials."

The poet's voice is magnetic and very beautiful. Combined with his handsome appearance and sweet words, he can indeed make many noble ladies and ladies fall in love with him.

"Madam, please allow me to continue reading my poem to you."

This is obviously a man who has received a good education, which means that he is at least the son of a squire from a well-off family, but most likely he is the second son of a nobleman, although this is not uncommon among bards.

Because if you want to learn how to compose poetry, even if you want to read poems recited by others, you must at least be literate. Poor common people do not have this ability.

"Get out of here, or I'm going to call the guards. You're a liar with nothing to show for it. Go and deceive those shepherdess who don't understand the world. I hope I won't see you being chased by the girl's father tomorrow."

He originally wanted to make a few quibbles, but the bard's eyes suddenly froze, and his eyes followed the woman walking in front of him.

“Father in Heaven, there is such a beautiful lady in this world.”

His eyes no longer stayed on the noble girl who had made him "love for life" just now. Instead, he took small steps and chased after the leaving woman, his expression full of expectation.

Behind him, the gentle chatter of noble ladies could be heard.

"This guy is going to be in trouble."

"Ha, do you want to remind him?"

"why?"

"He is quite interesting. This kind of person should not be on the gallows. I look forward to hearing more of his works in the future."

"Don't worry, the Marquis is a benevolent monarch, but he will definitely suffer some pain. It is best to cut off his tongue that is full of witty words, or the root of all evil below."

The noble girl's face was full of malice, and the poet's quick "transference" made her last trace of goodwill toward this guy disappear.

The companion looked sad and said: "That would be a pity."

These two things are the source of happiness.

...

Jeanne, who had changed into comfortable underwear, was carrying the hay basket in her hand.

She was going to feed her baby "Grape", and by the way, she also wanted to see the solar eclipse. This guy was so arrogant in the stable, I hope he didn't cause any trouble.

Her steps suddenly paused slightly, apparently because she found this stalker who didn't do much to hide himself: "What can I do for you?"

"Madam...your beauty fascinates me. I swear, you are the most special and beautiful woman I have ever seen. Even the queen of the empire and the princess of the kingdom are not as good as you. I want to recite a poem for you." Poetry.”

The poet tried hard to tidy up the broken hair on his forehead to make himself look more handsome.

Jeanne joked with interest: "Look, a liar who talks nonsense."

The poet quickly said: "I didn't lie"

"If you had met the Queen, you would never think that I am more beautiful than her. If not, your compliment would be a hypocritical fabrication. Therefore, you must be a liar."

Jeanne had never been proud of her appearance, so she didn't mind that the Queen was prettier than herself.

The poet was stunned for a moment, a little unconvinced: "Madam, you mean, you have met the queen before?"

Jeanne raised her eyebrows: "Of course, don't look at me carrying a hay frame, but I did have a dinner with the Queen at the Brachna Palace - save it, poor guy whose mind is dominated by the lower body. , next time, before choosing a target, at least inquire about the other party’s identity.”

The poet's face was full of doubts, but as a bard, he still had a good eye. He could see the strong confidence in the beautiful woman speaking - unless she was a better liar than himself, otherwise what she said was big. The probability is true.

"Excuse me, ma'am, what is your name?"

Jeanne waved her hand, her steps not stopping at all.

For a moment, the poet felt that his "Tao heart" was broken.

(End of this chapter)