People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Even though it was already evening, there was still revelry in the Crusaders’ camp.

Many soldiers took off their armor and sang and danced around the bonfire. In the tents of some nobles or officers, the lights swayed and cast beautiful shadows on the tarps, attracting a crowd of people to point out and comment on the situation.

The tent near the outskirts of the camp belonged to Guy of Lusignan.

This baron, who was frustrated in love, did not make any remarkable achievements in this battle. Since he missed Princess Sibylla and the consultant lady, he has also become dissolute.

As time went on, the two shadows that collided fiercely still continued to move.

Many people who come here can't help but look up at the mountain.

"Master Guy is really powerful."

"How long has it been?"

"But why don't you scream?"

"You must have been stunned, haha!"

Inside the tent.

The prostitute looked helplessly as the aristocratic man in front of her was sweating profusely and performing movements. He was lying on the bed in a daze, and his upper and lower eyelids were fighting fiercely. She was about to fall asleep, because this aristocratic man just lay on his stomach and soon fell asleep. it's over.

Guy couldn't help but scolded: "Don't be stunned, just shout twice to match my movements!"

The prostitute suddenly showed a reluctant expression: "Master, I have been shouting for a long time, and my throat is a little uncomfortable."

"I'll add money!"

"okay!"

So the melodious singing came from the camp again, which made the big soldiers feel itchy. If the camp door had not been closed, they would have wanted to immediately go to the caravan camp with their salary and have a good time.

Lothar's camp was located in the center of his army's camp, separated by a fence and guarded personally by the Count's Guards (Varangian Guards).

Because he dressed in a low-key manner today, and was specifically told not to follow any guards, and it was getting late, he didn't attract any onlookers along the way.

It's just that he didn't have the opportunity to participate in this excitement.

The rumors grew more and more outrageous.

For example, his patting on the shoulder, which was originally just to express his importance, has been interpreted as "as long as an adult pats the shoulder, you can give birth to a son." Come on, is that the effect of the holy foreskin? In addition to "giving birth to a child", the smell of the holy foreskin is also It has the effect of relieving pregnancy, and in Lothar's eyes, among the many strange holy objects, it is also the most explosive one.

The two guards, holding a Danish ax in one hand and a torch in the other, saw Lothar returning and said quickly: "Lord Ye'an."

"Good night to you too."

Lothar replied casually, and just as he was about to return to the camp, he saw the two of them shyly saying, "Sir, is it okay?"

Lothar smiled helplessly and said: "You two big guys, just tell me what you want. Who are you showing this look to?"

"Sir, can you pat us both on the shoulders? Joseph's wife is about to give birth. I plan to get a wife when I go back this time."

Lothar nodded readily: "No problem, but I promised you in advance, don't blame me if you don't give birth to a son."

He could understand the thoughts of the two of them. Both of them had made considerable contributions in this battle. After accumulating enough, they were qualified to be canonized as knights. Taking into account the land given in the previous war, they could also be regarded as squire class.

In this case, if you have a son, even if you die in battle later, your family can still inherit the title and property they worked so hard to acquire.

Daughter is different.

Unless you find a son-in-law, otherwise it will be like the marriage between Maximilian and Countess Mary of Burgundy. After Mary's death, although the bloodline will still be passed down to the Habsburg family of Maximilian line , but the Valois-Burgundy branch was cut off.

Lothar didn't pay attention to the incident. He stopped outside Cellinina's tent, coughed slightly, and waited for a while before opening the door curtain and coming in.

Chelinina was lying on the bed, covered with a thin blanket. When Lothar came in, she subconsciously tightened the edge of the blanket.

Are you so defensive about me?
Lothar felt a little wronged and looked around, only to find her change of clothes hanging on the hangers.

"Am I here on time?"

"fine."

"How do you feel about your body?"

"much better."

Chelinina's face was very pale, and there were cracked and raised dry skin on her lips. It must have been very hard to first lurk in Adil's military camp, waiting for the opportunity to assassinate the enemy's spellcaster, and then to travel long distances.

"Thanks to you yesterday." Lothar looked happy.

If it hadn't been for Chelinina's "choking" and another "execution", even if they could still defeat the Karelian fire dragon, the price they would have to pay would have been much greater.

She couldn't help but chuckle and said, "That's what I should do."

She was very satisfied to be recognized by Lothar.

"If you want any reward, just tell me and I will try my best to meet your request."

Chelinina shook her head: "No, you are willing to value me and give priority to helping me improve my strength. In comparison, these small contributions are nothing at all. Ms. Prajna and Fulin, Kurs, can do a little bit." There is no need for me to be less.”

"One code equals one code. In short, if you have any requests, you can consider them carefully."

Lothar paused slightly and then said: "Oh, by the way, where is Fringilla? I always thought she was taking care of you."

Chelinina nodded and said: "It is true that Fulin is taking care of me, but before you came back, she said she had something to do and went out."

Lothar frowned and said, "Why do I always feel like she is deliberately avoiding me?"

The little girl is no longer clingy. Thinking about it carefully, she still misses her a little.

"You must have misunderstood. Fulin likes you so much, why would she avoid you on purpose?"

Lothar stared at the tense expression on Cellinina's face and couldn't help laughing: "Nina, you should know that you are not good at lying."

"Sorry, my lord."

Lothar shook his head and said: "It is a commendable thing to help a friend keep his promise. I won't blame you. When I have time, I will talk to Fulin personally. During this time, I have spent a lot of time with her. Time is indeed running out.”

"Go to rest early. If you have anything important, call me anytime."

Lothar said, pointing to the coat of arms on his chest.

After saying goodbye to Chelinina, Lothar returned to his tent.

He didn't sleep. He had so much energy right now that a few nights without sleep was nothing.

Instead, he called Coors and started planning the supplies to be prepared for the army's trip.

With 2 gold coins funded by the two knights, Lothar felt that he had a lot of money, but based on the monthly salary of fifteen gold coins for each elite cavalry, and the monthly salary of three gold coins for armored infantry , which can probably sustain an elite force of [-] people for combat for a month (this refers to recruitment).

War is burning money.

If the cost of recruiting soldiers had not been so high, the feudal fiefdom system would not have prevailed.

But this is the Holy Crusade!

Those participating knights and noble lords, do you have the nerve to ask me for money?

If it weren't for the fact that the Crusaders preferred to eat the enemy, and Lothar was unwilling to condone this kind of looting and massacre, he would have to maintain a large-scale transportation team, otherwise his cost of maintaining this army would be even less.

The reason why the mercenary industry in the Apennine Peninsula is so developed is because mercenaries can only be afforded by wealthy trading city-states.

Therefore, the bulk of the expense is supplies.

After thinking about it, Lothar felt a little worried. The war during this period had caused prices to skyrocket to a very ridiculous level. It would be a big loss to go to the market to sweep up war supplies on a large scale.

"Sir, how about we also jump on the bandwagon?"

Coors asked tentatively.

"What a trend."

Lothar was stunned for a moment before reacting: "You mean, snatch it from the Jews?"

He had to admit that this suggestion was really tempting. It was not that he had never thought about it. He just felt that Hebron's prosperity was partly due to his fairness. In the eyes of the Jews, he was a lord with a good reputation.

"It's not impossible."

Lothar thought for a while: "In my territory, most of the Jewish people are still very law-abiding. Clearing out a group of those hoarding merchants should not cause too big a problem."

The good reputation is definitely gone.

But Lothar felt that her reputation was good enough and she didn't care about that.