People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 47 Blacksmith Marles

On the streets of the Old City of Jerusalem, pilgrims from afar are paying homage to "Via Dole Rosa", which translates to "Path of Suffering".

According to legend, Jesus was carrying the cross at the beginning, and thus ascended the Calvary Mountain Passage.

On this street leading to the mountain, pilgrims from afar are everywhere.

They knelt on the ground and worshiped devoutly.

Not far from Lothar's feet, there was an old man in shabby clothes who was prostrate on the ground.

He kept kissing the stones on the ground, and whispered prayers, letting the sharp gravel grind a bright red on the top of his head.

Lothar couldn't hear what he was saying, but he could vaguely tell that he was speaking in Latin.

Gallic is derived from Latin, mixed with many Germanic words.

Although Lothar can only speak Gaul and not Latin, he can still tell what language the other party is speaking.

The old man's beard has turned gray, his body is old, and his movements are slow.

When he knelt down on the ground again, his head rested on the pitted stones, and his stiff body did not stand up for a long time.

he died.

Someone rejoiced: "Old John has ascended to the sky here, this enviable old guy, the heavenly father forgives all the sins he committed before!"

Lothar had no interest in climbing Mount Calvary again to visit the Cathedral of the Holy Sepulchre.

Getting ready to leave.

But at this moment, a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

Holding a Bible and wearing a white holy robe, the man shouted:
"When the Holy Land is in danger, pilgrims who have come from afar, your piety is impressive, but your sins cannot be completely washed away by worshiping blindly."

The pilgrims looked at each other.

Someone looked distressed: "My God, merciful Lord, can't the gate of the kingdom of heaven be opened to us at this place closest to the kingdom of heaven?"

"Hasn't old John gone to heaven at all?"

Someone asked in a crying voice: "How can we be redeemed? We have paid too much."

Among the noisy crowd, the priest spoke again:
"Saladin's evil lackeys are gathering, and the heathen army has surrounded the Holy Land. Only by guarding the Holy Land and dying in the battle against the heathen can we obtain true salvation!"

He waved the Bible in his hand, as if what he said just now could find footnotes in this classic.

"Go to the Crusade. Anyone who can take up arms should go to fight. Anyone who can donate coins should donate. Anyone who can work should go to work. We will surely win the final victory."

The enthusiasm of the pilgrims was quickly mobilized: "Father, we will fight to the end!"

The priest raised his voice and shouted: "In the name of Jerusalem, in the name of the Father, fight for the Father, and kill all the heathen!"

"In the name of the father!"

The pilgrims cheered one after another, and immediately some people stopped worshiping and walked towards the foot of the mountain surrounded by the priest.

Lothar frowned.

The priest was an old acquaintance.

It was Father Beckett who had sailed with him to the Holy Land.

From the looks of it now, he seems to have obtained a formal priesthood, and he has displayed his best "missionary" skills in the Holy Land.

Lothar did not have the joy of reuniting with old friends, but felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

He looked at the few elderly pilgrims who had no ability to work and no money left.

These people are staying in place somewhat at a loss.

They don't know whether they can still usher in salvation. When they set off, the priest in the small town said that they can be redeemed when they arrive at the Holy Land and confess their sins. Does it still count?
Most likely, it has never been counted.

...

Constance Manor.

Lothar handed the reins to Ryan: "Is there a problem with the recruitment of blacksmiths and carpenters?"

Ryan was a little ashamed and said: "Indeed, my lord, all the blacksmiths have been recruited by the lords in Jerusalem. There are two carpenters, and their craftsmanship is not bad. One of them once built siege equipment for Earl Raymond."

"That's good, the blacksmith's words. Put it aside for now, let the two carpenters be with their families in advance, pack their bags, and prepare to return to the territory with us."

As Lothar expected, the city of Jerusalem has already mobilized for war, and it has become difficult to hire blacksmiths.

Ryan answered "Yes", and then came back to his senses: "Territory?"

He said excitedly: "My lord, have you obtained the fief?"

Lothar shook his head: "It's not a fief, but a fiefdom. His Majesty the King canonized me as Baron Yogris. I already have the qualifications to be a knight."

He patted Ryan on the shoulder: "You have to work harder. As long as you and Model have accumulated enough meritorious service, I will not begrudge a knight title and fief."

Ryan showed excitement: "My lord, I promise, I will make great achievements."

"What about Model, let him add a meal to the recruits to celebrate my promotion to the baron. In addition, I will pull them out to practice this afternoon. After closed training for so long, it is also time for the nobles in Jerusalem to see us Habu The military training skills of the Fort family."

"Yes, my lord. I promise they won't disgrace you!"

Ryan said firmly.

Go back to the room.

Lothar immediately used the extraordinary retinue lottery ticket.

Unlike ordinary card drawing, this time, he didn't have the opportunity to observe the card's attributes in advance, and the blue rays of light bloomed dazzlingly.

The light had nowhere to go in the closed room, and finally gathered in front of Lothar, forming a two-meter-tall, shirtless giant with a hammer in his hand.

His information also surfaced immediately.

Blacksmith Marles.

Quality: Extraordinary (four stars)

Rating: 1
Intimacy: cold
Power: 25
Agility: 5
Stamina: 10
Stamina: 20
Mental Power: 5
Skill: Forging Master [The blacksmith Marles is good at forging all kinds of weapons and armor, his skills are exquisite, worthy of the name of a master]

Brief introduction: The blacksmith Marles was once the chief master craftsman of the Blacksmiths Guild in the Boli Federation. He once built a fully enclosed armor for King Jagiellon VIII of the Boli Federation, but it was eventually taken by East Prussia. The head of the Teutonic Knights who held the artifact [Cross Holy Spear] easily pierced through, so he was exiled.

"blacksmith?"

Lothar's eyes suddenly lit up.

Heavenly Father bless me, I really do whatever I want.

As if he had been smoked for too long, Marles' voice was very hoarse: "You are my lord, right?"

Lothar nodded and said: "That's right, I am Lothar von Habsburg, the Kingdom of Jerusalem, the lord of Jogrisburg conferred by His Majesty Baldwin IV."

Marles lowered his head, and his huge body knelt on one knee like a hill: "Marles is willing to serve you."

Lothar lifted him up with a solemn expression: "I promise, Mr. Marles, the unfair treatment you suffered in the Boli Federation will never happen to you again."

He had great respect for Mallus.

Not only because Marles is a four-star squire, but also because of his status, he is definitely a talent who has the most advanced armor casting knowledge.

Much better than the Lombards.

It can even trigger an armor innovation that sweeps across Europe and Asia in the Holy Land.

Mallos nodded slightly. He was also a taciturn and dull man, without any emotional fluctuations.

But Lothar's beautiful words are not meaningless, at least, the intimacy has improved a little, of course, the magnitude is not obvious.

"Let's go, Marles, I'll take you to meet someone."

Lothar opened the door and walked out.

(End of this chapter)