People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 5 Small Town
"Please advise."

Banruo nodded slightly, her expression was still indifferent, although she was not respectful, she did not appear to be rude.

Keng——

A black triangular shield made of unknown material stood on the ground.

Hannya raised her head, her brown eyes revealed a hint of searching, as if she wanted to ask him what orders he had next.

Lothar looked away, feeling a little guilty for some reason.

He just took a closer look at Hannya's appearance. Compared with Li Hui's appearance, it has been corrected to a certain extent, but it is still worthy of being a wife of a paper man, with smooth skin and no blemishes at all.

Lothar likes this, the pursuit of perfection is human instinct.

He never liked freckles, let alone agree with the so-called aesthetics of freckles propagated by the West.

"You have to change your clothes first, this one is still too eye-catching."

The black motorcycle suit sounds less revealing than the short skirt and hot pants.

But what she was wearing was a tight-fitting leather suit specially modified by Lothar, which could perfectly outline the perfect figure of Prajna, and the visual impact was still too great.

Coupled with the perfect appearance of Prajna, it will definitely cause a lot of unnecessary troubles.

On the contrary, her long black hair is not so conspicuous. Although it is too soft and smooth, there is no shortage of this hair color in Europe or the Middle East.

"Ok."

Lothar asked: "Do you like this suit very much? I mean, would you prefer to wear a piece of heavy armor compared to your fighting style?"

Banruo frowned slightly: "I'm sorry, but I've never had the habit of relying on armor for defense, just bring me ordinary clothes."

Lothar froze for a moment.

Subconsciously glanced at Banruo's exposed white arm, it looked soft and tender, white and clean, not at all like a heavy armored squire with amazing defense.

It's hard to imagine that her physical strength and endurance are six times that of an ordinary person, and her strength is almost four times that of an ordinary adult man.

A painting inexplicably flashed through his mind.

Lin Daiyu pulls out the weeping willows upside down.

When Hannya appeared in front of Ryan and Model's two attendants, she had already changed into a brand new white linen suit, and also wore a veil and a turban.
It is worth mentioning that, as the gatekeeper of hell in the setting.

Her body temperature is always icy, and if she gets closer, even in midsummer, Lothar can feel a comfortable coolness.

This gave him the urge to hide in his room and have a good sleep with Prajna in his arms.

But just think about it.

On the one hand, the intimacy is not in place, and Prajna may not agree to it. On the other hand, he feels that doing so is a bit despicable, and his moral sense makes him unable to accept such a behavior.

In the Habsburg manor in a small town, there are no maids in white skirts and white pantyhose, nor are there polite butlers in tuxedos.

Lothar's father, Count Werner, is a typical German military nobleman. He is more keen to live in the eagle castle that was funded by his brother who was the bishop of Strasbourg and presided over the construction by himself, rather than the mountain. This manor is obviously more livable at the foot.

The town was full of serfs and freedmen in rags who were going home to rest after a day of farm work.

Most of the buildings in the town are made of clay and wood, and a few of them are built with stone bricks and covered with reeds and straw, which can be regarded as rich peasants.

The Middle Ages are called the Dark Ages for a reason.

Most people in this era have no way to fill their stomachs.

An old man with skin like a dead tree was sitting by the street, surrounded by a group of children, listening to him tell stories.

His body was covered with old wounds, mottled scars criss-crossed, and the intact parts wrinkled together as if they had shrunk.

His eyes were clouded so thickly that one wondered if he could see at all.

"He has sword wounds, arrow wounds, and some wounds that can't be seen at all"

Lothar frowned.

"Who is he?"

Model said: "An old blind man, it is said that he once went on a pilgrimage to Jerusalem and killed a Mamluk knight. But I think this should be his own bragging."

He was handpicked by Lothar, an elite sword and shield soldier who once defeated a knight one-on-one in a foot battle.

The town is managed by more than fifty sergeants of the Habsburg family led by a garrison knight.

Sergeants rotate back and forth.

Model and Lane had also lived in the town, of course.

"It's a pity he's blind, otherwise we might have had a good guide."

Lothar sighed and looked away.

On the square in the middle of the town, there is a simple cistern surrounded by peasant women with clay pots on their heads, ready to draw water.

"Lothar, why are you here?"

The person who came was the parish priest in the small town, presiding over all prayers, weddings, and funerals in the small town and nearby farms.

Wearing a faded cassock and a white turban, he walked up to him with a kind smile and said, "Long time no see Lothar, well, you have already worn the lion's coat of arms, and your father finally canonized you as Is it a knight?"

Lothar smiled and said, "That's right, Father Soyo, I have decided to go on a crusade to save the holy land of Jerusalem. I will set off tomorrow morning."

Soyo suddenly showed a look of surprise: "Congratulations to you Lothar, this is a very wise decision, the heavenly father will bless you because of your pious deeds. I have a pretty good draft horse, maybe you can Take it with me as a small contribution to your pilgrimage."

"Thank you for your generosity."

Lothar bowed his head.

It took a while to deal with the priest.

He said helplessly, "Father Soyo is really enthusiastic. A draft horse is worth a lot of dinars."

Ryan on the side whispered: "Of course, Father Soyo is a good man. He helps widows carry water during the day and repents for widows at night."

"Oh, by the way, the widow's husband used to be a knight named Joseph. Later, he listened to the priest's words and sold the land and all his property in order to buy travel expenses and equipment for the Eastern Expedition. He left the widow and ran away."

The smile on Lothar's face froze.

Shen Sheng said: "He didn't come back?"

"of course not."

Ryan shook his head and said: "Last year, the old John who went with him. The old blind man we saw just now came back from the Holy Land on crutches."

"Then Joseph, what happened to this knight?" Lothar asked casually, "Dead in battle?"

"That's not true. In fact, he didn't reach Jerusalem at all. On the way, he was robbed by pirates and sold into slavery."

Lothar frowned: "Did no one pay him a ransom?"

"No, the widow is enjoying herself with the priest, and has no money to redeem her husband, and I hear that Joseph was not good to her when he was around."

"Master, what I want to say is that not everyone is lucky enough to reach Jerusalem. The pilgrimage is a long journey, and the road is full of difficulties and obstacles. Only those who are favored by God can reach the kingdom of heaven."

Lothar was silent for a moment, and agreed: "You are right."

It is dangerous to fight the heathen in Jerusalem, but the road to the Holy Land is also full of dangers and ups and downs.

The vast majority of poor pilgrims can't afford the "huge" boat fare to the Holy Land. They can only rely on their legs. Along the way, I don't know how many people fell in front of plague, famine, and robbers.

ps: Medieval European currencies are complicated. Finneys circulate in Germania, but there should also be old dinars. The usage here is not rigorous, so don’t check it out.

(End of this chapter)