People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 48 Duel
"This is my new follower, let's say hello to everyone, Marles!"

Lothar walked out of the main building of the manor and said to everyone.

Immediately afterwards, it was like a cloud, covering it from the top of the head.

The burly body, like Mars, the god of war in ancient Greek mythology, immediately occupied everyone's sight with an extreme sense of oppression.

Heavenly Father above!

Ryan and Model swallowed subconsciously.

This two-meter-tall, terrifyingly strong man was like a giant, and his muscles were as hard as granite.

If they put on heavy armor, they couldn't imagine anyone who could resist him on the battlefield.

Ryan exclaimed: "If he is a knight, I can't imagine what kind of majestic horse it is that can carry his stalwart body."

Model said succinctly: "He should be in the Varangian guards of the Eastern Empire!"

The Varangian Guards of the Eastern Empire are the most elite infantry in the world.

"Oh, although Marles is stronger, he is actually a blacksmith—the top-notch kind, who doesn't go into battle."

Although Marles has high basic attributes, his physical strength is only twice that of ordinary people. Lothar is not willing to let such a valuable technical talent like him go to the battlefield.

Although it is conceivable that if Marles appeared on the battlefield, he would definitely be a God of War character not inferior to the ancient evil.

Looking at Marles' face, Hans suddenly realized something, and stammered a little: "Are you the master craftsman of the Bo Li Federation?"

Marles lowered his head slightly, looked at the familiar black cross on a white background, and rarely showed a trace of disgust in his expression: "I actually met a kid from the Knights here."

Ryan and Model looked at each other. They didn't know what the "Bo Li Federation" in Hans's mouth and the "Knights" in Marles's mouth were.

But the factions that these two people belong to obviously have grievances.

"Mallers."

There was a hint of warning in Lothar's voice.

"Remember, this is Jerusalem, and the lord you serve is me, not any federation or knight order."

Prajna took a step forward calmly, and her indistinct aura immediately dissipated the oppressive feeling that Marles brought to everyone.

She didn't know any Mares, after all, she was just a mortal craftsman, and she couldn't forge an artifact like this ghost-faced shield of hers.

Fringila, who was about to stand up, stopped indifferently, and muttered in a low voice: "The stupid big man's reaction is quite fast."

Marles was silent for a moment, and bowed deeply: "My lord, everything is according to your will."

"Okay, I'll take you to the blacksmith shop in the manor. If there is anything you need to buy, make a list as soon as possible. We have to go to the territory tomorrow morning at the latest."

Ryan whispered: "How do you feel that every once in a while, adults can draw out one or two powerful talents from nowhere?"

"Could it be that your excellency is not actually the earl's son, but the illegitimate son of the Emperor Hohenstaufen?"

"Shut up, don't criticize the lord at will."

Although Model said so, he was actually a little bit drumming in his heart. If it weren't for his strong background, how could a mere landless knight win the favor of two witches in a row?

"In short, this must be a good thing!"

"Everything is the will of the Father!"

Model devoutly crossed himself.

"Yes, the will of the Father!"

Ryan deeply agrees with the statement that "the Pope wanted to hit someone after hearing this".

Knight duels are not uncommon in Jerusalem.

There are too many knights gathered in this city. Those landless knights in Europe always come here with the dream of making a fortune in the Holy Land.

But when this duel is related to the noble Princess Sibylah of Jerusalem, people will inevitably pay more attention.

In the afternoon, the arena was crowded with people who came to watch the excitement.

Wandering knights, pilgrims who have not joined the crusade, nobles, monks, crowded the streets.

The guards yelled at the untouchables who blocked the road, and tried to create a gap for their lord with their halberds.

Bellian licked his chapped lips. Under the barrel helmet, his expression was a little nervous. He arrived earlier than Guy in Lusignan.

He drank that bottle of dragon blood potion!

At this moment, he felt that his body was filled with terrifying power.

But at the same time he was a little apprehensive.

He wondered if it would be sacrilegious to use such power, which was clearly not a gift from the Father, to perform a sacred duel.

At this time, someone exclaimed.

"My God, is this a giant from Rhode Island?"

"Whose army is under its command that it is so elite?"

From the stands of the martial arts arena, the nobles and noble ladies who had already taken their positions stood up one after another, showing unbelievably surprised expressions.

I saw an incomparably majestic giant man, with a gesture of overlooking the surroundings, forcibly opening a path among the crowd.

Behind him, a row of solid and sharp-edged sergeants was forming a neat formation, marching forward without squinting.

They were all wearing white burqas with the red standing lion emblem printed on them, and their movements were uniform, and at a glance, there was a kind of arrogance rushing toward their faces.

Even the horses were covered with black leather armor, and they walked at the end of the team.

"Is it Lothar of the Habsburg family?"

"He returned to the holy city?"

"I heard that His Majesty actually promoted him to a baron?"

"Where is the fiefdom? How can His Majesty bypass the parliament and make such an easy decision on such a major matter?"

"It is said that it is the royal family's private territory, that remote Fort Joglius."

People talked a lot, as if Belian, who was in the center of the storm, was replaced by the rising star of the kingdom, Baron Lothar, in an instant.

At this time, wearing a blue burqa, the regent of Jerusalem, Earl Raymond, slowly walked up from under the stands.

Followed by the Earl of Jordan - Leonard, this tall and thin man with red hair, after undergoing a rigorous grooming today, he looks quite handsome and burly.

Baron Godfrey also slowly stepped onto the stage at this time.

He saw Lothar's team in the crowd at a glance.

The deterrence of that team is so strong that it is clearly separated from the people around them.

He beckoned and signaled Lothar to come forward.

Lothar brought Prajna, Fringila and Hans to the stage together.

Originally, he wanted to keep Prajna and Fringila at home.

But the former said that in order to protect his safety, he had to stay with him every step of the way, while the latter, Flynn, also liked to join in the fun, and when he heard this, he even pestered him to go together.

Baron Godfrey joked: "The momentum is not small. This army has only been training for half a month?"

Seeing his relaxed expression, Lothar was a little puzzled, but still nodded and said: "It is true that I have only trained for half a month, so far I can only say that I have begun to have combat strength, and it is incomparable with veterans."

"You're quite the limelight. Didn't you see the change in the expressions of Raymond and Leonard?"

Lothar nodded slightly: "It's time for me to stand up and share the pressure for you."

Today is the time for Lothar to officially announce his entry into the kingdom's political arena.

At this moment, Guy of Lusignan also came.

This young Gallic knight, full of arrogance, walked slowly with a sword in his hand.

"The holy duel is a right given to the nobles by the heavenly father. Everyone must abide by this law, but Bellian, you did not pick up the glove that Guy de Lusignan threw at you that day, so you have refused to duel. , and send your attendants and subordinates to replace the power to perform the contract."

The prime minister of the kingdom in robes, William, who is also the archbishop of Tire, put one hand on the saber and announced loudly in a cadenced tone.

Bellian shook his head and said, "My lord, I am willing to fulfill the duel agreement, and I cannot give up my pursuit of Ms. Sibilla, no matter whether she has a distinguished title or not."

"Me too, my lord bishop."

Guy of Lusignan looked playful.

He looked up at the veiled Princess Sibylah, who was looking at either of them, and shouted: "Let the Father decide which of us has this honor."

(End of this chapter)