People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

"He's actually not that courageous."

Chelinina sighed softly: "Father, at first he had no intention of confronting the Wolf Lord. He even thought that the Wolf Lord would not notice the little tricks he made in the New World."

"It's not his fault. The Wolf Lord has been ruling the wolf clan for many years, and no one dares to truly disobey his will."

There was a trace of sadness on Veneto's face. As the rising star of Basilicata, he offended a "prince" of the Yaksi family and was immediately sent to a remote town.

There is no way, the old order of the wolf clan has long been entrenched.

Not to mention that the people at the bottom have no way to rise, even they, the ruling class, have no way to rise.

The Two Sicilies, under the surface of calm, have long been a pool of stagnant water.

The two fell into silence again.

No one spoke again, but silently stared at Lothar, who was performing the ceremony solemnly in front of the stage.

The knights have finished reciting their oaths and are listening to Lothar's speech: "Tonight, you will pray at the temporary church of the Lazarus Order. In the early morning, Archbishop William will say mass for you. Wait until early tomorrow morning. I will I will return to you the sword that belongs to you after a whole night of prayer.”

"Yes, my lord."

After the knights retreated, Lothar's eyes swept through the crowd and fixed on the blond female knight standing with her arms crossed and wearing a silver helmet. He said with a solemn expression: "Knight Commander Jeanne Darc, please. Come to me."

Jeanne was stunned for a moment, with a hint of helplessness on her face.

Which episode does this remind you of?You didn't inform me in advance, so don't blame me if I mess up.

Watching Jeanne walk to the stage, Lothar slowly said: "Knight Commander Jeanne, you have made countless great achievements for me. Your justice, generosity, military strategy, and bravery are all so admirable. , you are a well-deserved champion knight under my command."

Lothar raised his hands, and the golden holy light condensed in his hands, turning into a holy spear engraved with golden runes and exuding awe-inspiring power.

Archbishop Tire, who was standing nearby, had his pupils suddenly dilated, his breathing became heavy, and his eyes were fixed on every line of the holy spear, for fear that he would miss a detail - this is the legendary holy spear!

I hope the Vikings in the Crusades have long forgotten these ancient writings that only survive on the ruins.

Lothar muttered secretly, holding the holy spear in his hand, and walked towards Jeanne.

Jeanne knelt down on one knee very cooperatively. Since her back was to everyone, only Lothar could see her face clearly - it was funny and helpless, but she still tried her best to cooperate with Lothar's performance.

"Knight Commander Jeana, I give you the name of 'Guardian of the Holy Spear' and keep this holy object for me."

Lothar spoke slowly.

The priests who were watching the ceremony were slightly moved. If they had not thought that Jeanne might be the legendary angel, they would definitely stand up and object now. Treasures like the Holy Spear should be given to the church for safekeeping!

On the other hand, the nobles, knights, and soldiers who were watching the ceremony all looked sacred and respectful.

Jeanne's heroic performance in fighting the dragon that day had completely conquered them. In their eyes, Jeanne was a saint, the incarnation of Saint Michael walking on the earth.

Lothar smiled and said, "Let me tell you a few words."

He wasn't worried about Jeanne getting stage fright or messing up things. It was indeed possible for Prajna or Chelinina to be there, but Jeanne was born to be a charismatic commander. This kind of small scene was too difficult for her. It really doesn't matter.

Jeanne turned around and faced everyone.

The holy spear in her hand turned into holy flames and disappeared without a trace with a simple wave of her hand. She looked at the people who were shouting and screaming with a smile, as if she had just performed a little trick.

"Do you know what nickname the Marquis has?"

Jeanne paused slightly and said with a smile: "The generous one, the brave one, the werewolf killer, the dragon slayer, the guardian of the Holy Land, the enemy of Saladin. There are too many, but I think we should add a 'just one' '."

"Under the Marquis, if you want to be promoted, there is only one criterion, and that is - meritorious service. Your Excellency will not stick to whether you were a farmer or a craftsman; whether you were a Gaul or an Apennine; whether you have noble blood or a humble background. As long as you make enough merit, you will be promoted."

"So can women like me."

She turned her attention to the king and nobles who were watching the ceremony:
"Many adults may think that what I say is deviant, but let me ask, if the blood of you naturally noble people does not flow in the body, but has achieved the same feat as you, or even greater than you, wouldn't it happen to be just right? Is it God’s will?” “Yes, this is God’s will!”

"Praise be to Santa Rosa!"

"Praise the saint!"

"Long live the Just!"

People shouted wildly.

Isn't the charm of the Holy Land that it can make a worthless pauper in the past become the lord of a city in a day after making great achievements?
Countless impoverished pilgrims and low-class wandering knights come to the Holy Land for pilgrimage, aren't they just looking for a chance to stand out?

If the Holy Land was not so wealthy, why would they travel thousands of miles to come to the Holy Land to find opportunities?

Aren’t the Crusader front lines in the Iberian Peninsula much closer?

They know very well that Lothar is not talking nonsense. There are too many examples under his command to prove that Lothar never sticks to his origin, but is happy to promote low-level soldiers into knights and cavalry.

For example, [-]% of Lothar's most famous wing cavalry were from lower-class civilians.

Today, the vast majority of those who are canonized as knights by Lothar are also civilians.

In fact, few of the people around Lothar who could be named were from serious noble backgrounds.

"Your Majesty, is this something?"

Baron Godfrey asked in a low voice in Baldwin IV's ear.

"What is it? Irregular?"

Baldwin IV shook his head and said: "Losa is a young man, and his subordinates are what a rising force should be. They are full of energy and enviable."

The concept of equality for everyone is indeed scary, but what Lothar preaches is obviously not such a radical idea.

Baron Godfrey whispered: "I'm just worried that he will go against everyone."

"Then you underestimate him."

The young His Majesty the King looked at Lothar with admiration: "He is indeed more willing to promote low-level civilians, but in his own territory, he shows more restraint than I imagined, whether it is the new pony. , or the old defenders, can all benefit from him. As long as he grasps the balance, his position will always be as stable as Mount Tai.

Lord Godfrey, do you know what he once said to me? "

"what?"

The king looked at the curious expression on his confidant's face and said with a smile: "He said he did not want to compete with a group of scavenging catfish for scraps in a small pond in the Kingdom of Jerusalem."

He raised his head and said with some emotion: "So, he is going to lead these old catfish and new catfish to the vast world outside the pond."

The voice just fell.

When Godfrey saw Lothar, he had already raised his arms and shouted: "From today on, everyone, regardless of their origin, can participate in my crusade to regain Egypt and Cyrenaica. The honor of the Habsburg family is sworn that after the victory of this Crusade, everyone will receive territories and titles commensurate with their merits."

"For the sake of God, for redemption, for glory, and for the thousands of oppressed fellow Christians - everyone, please gather under my banner and conquer those pagan devils who have occupied the abundant water and soil."

"It's God's will."

Lothar drew his sword, and the golden holy light flashed faintly on the sharp blade, making him look more and more like the "Saint Lothar" people called him.

"This is God's will!"

The field had already become a boiling ocean, and people were shouting enthusiastically. Many of them had been moved by the beautiful vision described by Lothar, and they wished they could go to Egypt immediately and seize the rich land from the hands of the pagans. .