People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 468 Hyena
The temperature doesn't get much cooler with the onset of autumn.

The blazing sun was still baking the earth. Jeanne stood under the awning, holding a glass of chilled wine in one hand while watching the competition between the iron pagoda wearing a hood and the armored archer wearing a helmet, waving her hand from time to time. Fist shouted loudly.

Their uniformly black uniforms made a clanging sound as the iron weapons and shields collided.

The two of them passed each other, took off their riding bows from their saddles, and pointed the bow at the straw man's target.

But soon, Jeanne returned to the camp without interest.

Lothar, who was working on the documents, asked without raising his head: "Who won?"

“It’s a dead heat, so to speak.”

"After all, both of them hit the fixed target, and every thrust can accurately hit the vital point of the straw man's target. Neither weapon can break through the defense, unless they are holding an iron bone flower and a mace in a life-and-death fight. Otherwise, you really can’t tell the difference between high and low.”

Lothar nodded.

The functions of the Tiefutu and the armored cavalry are similar. They are both super-heavy cavalry who are skilled in bows and horses and are responsible for frontal attacks on the enemy's infantry phalanx.

Except for the fact that Iron Buddha is equipped with Eastern-style armor, a combination of bow and cavalry armor, scale armor, and chain armor, the two are surprisingly consistent in terms of their fighting methods and areas of expertise.

As time went by, Iron Buddha's team gradually formed a formation under Lothar's command. Like the mounted archers, both were the most expensive cavalry teams under Lothar's command. Many nobles privately agreed that this was the Queen's cavalry team. Another proof of his favor.

Because in their impression, except for the Empire and the Sassanid Dynasty, no other force has the ability to form such an expensive cavalry team - even if there is, it is not worth it.

Lothar put down the document in her hand and smiled: "You don't seem to be happy?"

She said with a straight face: "Yeah, it's all because you made me the guardian of the holy spear. Now, they look at me like I'm looking at a clay sculpture in a shrine."

"What's wrong with being admired by thousands of people and accepting their awe and love?"

"But I still prefer it the way it was before."

Lothar joked: "Yes, during this period, people often come to me to pat their shoulders, thinking that I have the ability to deliver children."

"It doesn't have to be fake either."

Jeanne threw the wine glass on the table and licked the wine stains on her lips.

Her sitting posture was still very lazy, and her tight and shapely legs, as powerful as a leopard's, could be vaguely seen under her skirt.

"What, do you want to learn about my holy spear?"

"here?"

Jeanne said with a look of disdain: "Forget it, you are not afraid that Prajna will bump into you. You clearly agreed to sleep at my place last night, but you ran back in a hurry and took a shower before going back."

The refreshed Lothar approached Jeanne, but she raised her hand and blocked her mouth.

"You're not too dirty either."

"What do I dislike about myself?"

"Just because it's your own, don't you feel awkward?"

If you think about it carefully, this is indeed the case. Tiger poison does not eat its seeds.

So, settle for the next best thing.

"Then just give me a kiss on the cheek."

Jeanne waved her hand, with two rare red clouds rising on her cheeks: "Go out quickly, Kors has been waiting for you outside for a long time, and your face is getting thicker and thicker now. You were not like this before. of."

What was the reason that caused me, who was originally dealing with official duties, to roll onto the bed with Jeanne?
Oh, yes, it's the "Holy Spear".

Coors outside the tent looked at Lothar with a normal expression: "Sir, there is a cleric outside who claims to be Cardinal Sebastian, leading a group of mercenaries claiming to join your crusade.

Sebastian.
"The name sounds familiar."

Coors reminded in a low voice: "Before, he sent people to find Andreas and wanted to rent the New Habsburg to build a monastery."

"It was him."

Lothar asked casually: "How many people did he bring?"

"There are more than two thousand infantry, and the equipment is relatively well-equipped. More than half of them are elite crossbowmen, and the rest are fully armored halberdiers and armored infantry. They should all be free mercenaries from the Apennines."

"Tsk, the profit-seeking mercenaries are now raising the banner of the Crusade and fighting for God."

Lothar sneered, with mockery in his tone.

Coors smiled and said: "Just like vampire bats, even if they are several kilometers apart, as long as they smell a trace of blood, they will hear the news and swarm here."

"I prefer to call them a pack of hyenas."

Lothar chuckled: "Let Cardinal Sebastian go to the camp next to the knights' competition ground to meet me. Arrange more guards and give him a show of strength. This may make our Lord Cardinal follow. Before I speak, I need to think about it in advance."

Cardinal Sebastian has a very eye-catching hooked nose, which makes him not seem like an easy person to get along with.

But he still rose quickly after the new pope took office and entered the cardinal group in the papal city.

He actually didn't have much worries about this meeting.

Because in his view, people like the Marquis of Lothar with a sacred aura know best the horrors of divine power. What's more, if the Marquis of Lothar covets the king's crown, it will be even less likely to offend him, the Pope. represent.

Before approaching the main camp, Sebastian and his servants saw the Varangian guards lined up in two rows, holding battle axes in both hands and placing them on their chests. They were wrapped in iron armor from head to home.

These elite soldiers, with their unswerving eyes and murderous intent, immediately kicked Sebastian's originally arrogant attitude.Coors greeted with a smile: "Please come in to meet Mr. Sebastian. My master has been waiting for a long time."

Sebastian regained his momentum and said, "I must have been waiting for a long time."

Kors's face did not change at all, and he lied with his eyes open: "Oh, my master was just dealing with official business, so I couldn't meet you immediately. After all, my master is now the sole commander-in-chief of the Crusaders. In all aspects, There are too many places to work hard.”

Sebastian gave Coors a deep look.

"I hope so."

As soon as he entered the tent, he saw Lothar eagerly greeting him: "Good day, Cardinal Sebastian, your ability to lead the army to help is really the greatest good news I have heard in this period of time. "

Seeing Lothar's respectful attitude, Sebastian secretly thought that this man was also aware of current affairs. He gradually let down his guard and came forward to talk to Lothar eagerly: "The Marquis was favored by the gods and slayed the dragon with the holy spear. He often heard that , and deeply regretted not being able to see it with my own eyes that day.”

The two complimented each other for a few words, and Lothar got down to the topic and asked about Sebastian's purpose.

Sebastian smiled and said: "His Majesty the Pope learned that the Marquis had the ambition to enter Egypt and regain the Diocese of Alexandria, so he immediately sent me over to help the Marquis. In addition, he also thought that with the saint of the Marquis, Under the leadership of the Guardian of the Spear, Egypt will surely be bathed in the glory of God again. At that time, I will serve as the Patriarch of the Diocese of Alexandria and personally crown the Marquis."

"it is good!"

Lothar was pleasantly surprised.

He grabbed Sebastian's arm and said happily: "It is a blessing for me and all the Crusaders to have a priest with your level of theological attainments as the Patriarch of the Diocese of Alexandria."

Lothar smiled broadly, but then she seemed to remember something, and her expression suddenly changed.

"Oops!"

Sebastian's heart skipped a beat and he quickly asked.

Lothar said with an expression of embarrassment: "You must also know that when I was in Constantinople, I was loyal to Her Majesty the Queen. At that time, I promised to recover the Patriarchate of Alexandria for the empire and transform all the Holy Fire Altars into I have promised to transform Orthodox churches, especially the Altar of the Al-Azhar Holy Fire, into Orthodox Patriarchal Cathedrals.”

"There are also the Coptic righteous people who cried bitterly to me and told me about their miserable situation under the rule of the pagans. I was soft-hearted and promised them to continue to keep all the churches."

"Based on this calculation, I am really worried whether there is any extra church that can be handed over to Your Excellency, Sebastian, to serve as the cathedral of our Catholic Church."

Sebastian was dumbfounded. He didn't react for a while. He thought that the matter was settled, but there was such a reversal: "My Lord Marquis, as a devout Catholic, how can you not consider the interests of the Catholic Church at all?" ?”

Lothar also looked remorseful: "Yes, this is all because I am not calm enough. Seeing Her Majesty the Queen's high regard and the misery of the Copts, I made a decision in a flash. Can Sir Sebastian teach me how to do it? Remedy?"

Sebastian was silent for a moment, then said with some difficulty: "How about giving half of the Coptic church to the church."

This is already quite a compromise. After all, the Orthodox Church has the Eastern Empire in charge. Although the empire is declining, the empire still remains powerful. It has also conquered cities and territories in the Kingdom of Sicily. It has the momentum to become the neighbor of His Majesty the Pope. Sebastian does not dare to offend.

"No, no, no."

Lothar quickly shook his head: "Your Majesty, you don't know something. Egypt has a large population and Copticism is deeply rooted. If you break with the Coptic Church rashly, I'm afraid they will form an alliance with the pagans - besides, I have always kept my word. How can I easily dismiss what I said? This not only damages my reputation, but also damages the reputation of Heavenly Father."

Sebastian came up with several more compromise plans, but Lothar kept shaking his head like a rattle. Either this wouldn't work, or that wouldn't work.

He acted so vigorously that the amusement in his eyes could not be concealed for a while, and finally angered Cardinal Sebastian.

“Are you making fun of a devout servant of God?”

Lothar also took off his disguise and wrote lightly: "With only two thousand mercenaries, you want to go to the table to share the spoils. Don't you feel shabby, Mr. Sebastian? You think I am teasing you, but I think you are... wasting my time."

boom--

The cardinal stood up and said, "Marquis Lothar, you are so wanton and reckless, aren't you afraid of His Majesty's excommunication?"

Lothar raised her legs on the table and said nonchalantly: "Then I have no choice but to beg Her Majesty the Queen to pardon me on her behalf."

"I happen to think that there is something unleavened about the Eucharist unleavened bread that I find unpalatable."

Sebastian was so angry that his face turned red. After a long while, he held back a sentence: "It's... it's simply deviant! Is a person like you worthy of being the guardian of the Holy Spear?"

Lothar immediately sat upright devoutly and made a cross on his chest: "This is God's will, Your Excellency Bishop. Otherwise, it would be you who would take the holy spear, slay the dragon, and defeat Saladin."

"Good! Good! Good!"

Sebastian said three good words in a row.

"You have to know that God can make you get the Holy Spear, but He can also make you lose it!"

Watching the Cardinal leave angrily.

Lothar sneered.

"I'm afraid he has forgotten that this is the East, not Western Europe."

The divine right of kings is true, but he can seek it from the Queen or the Patriarch of the Coptic religion. There are too many choices.

"Coors, do we want to make a bet?"

"What are you gambling?"

"Bet on whether he'll come back."

Lothar said with a smile.

Kors meticulously took out a handkerchief, wiped the place where Sebastian had been sitting before, and said: "To be honest, I really hope that this bishop, who is full of spices, can retreat; but you Since we made the bet, he will definitely come back."

(End of this chapter)