People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 508 The Wanderer

The gas lamp beside the road casts a warm orange light.

After watching Lavinia leave, Lothar did not go to meet Valentina immediately. Instead, she went to the bakery that was still open in the square, bought two large bags of cheap black bread, and walked into the alleys.

Before he even got close, someone by the campfire looked up with wary expressions.

The opponent has eye-catching wolf characteristics on his head, but does not have a tail. He belongs to the mixed-blood wolf tribe with relatively thin blood. If in the past, the mixed-blood wolf tribe was a pariah, then this level of mixed-blood belongs to the untouchables. The kind that have to be thrown into the river and drowned as soon as they are born.

Nowadays, the status of the mixed-blood wolf tribe has been greatly improved, but this does not include the wandering mixed-blood wolf tribe.

"Please stand there and don't move sir."

The man standing backlit, with unkempt hair and beard, his pupils flashing with dark green light: "We are just staying here for one night, we will not affect anyone, and we will not forget to pack up what we left behind when we leave." Garbage, extinguishes the fire, so please stop there, it’s good for you and for us.”

"You misunderstood. These are for you."

Lothar knelt down, placed the bread on the ground, then raised his hands and slowly backed away.

It's been a long time.

The man couldn't help but slowly walked towards the paper bag containing the bread.

After seeing the items in the paper bag clearly, his face, which was full of exhaustion from running and working for days, couldn't help but reveal a smile of joy: "Heavenly Father! Thank you, sir, for your generosity!"

He does not cross himself even though he is a so-called "dark creature".

"Dad, who was it just now?"

"A good Samaritan."

Lothar listened to the subtle conversation behind her and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

The Saluzzo family had more than one stronghold in Turin.

The spheres of influence of the family are so intertwined in the Apennine Peninsula. Saluzzo also has strongholds of other families. For example, the "Iron Fist and Beauty" tavern that appeared in Lothar's last battle record is the property of the Sassari family.

The base where Valentina asked him to meet was a single-family mansion with a large area.

He knocked gently on the door, and when no one answered for a long time, he opened the door and walked in.

Only then did he realize that there was no one looking after the house in such a large mansion, and the door was not closed. It was probably because Saluzzo's sign was too loud in Piedmont, and he never thought that it would be robbed. reason.

At this time, he suddenly heard a familiar sound, couldn't help but smile on his face, and followed the sound to the stable.

The mount on which he came with Elamo was placed here.

He patted the horse's neck, found the stored roughage from a nearby warehouse, and poured it into the trough.

"Did you go to see Lavinia again tonight?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded.

Lothar subconsciously acted on guard, but when she looked back, she realized it was Valentina—this girl, just like Cellinina, had the bad habit of walking silently.

"Miss, how do you know?"

"Don't worry, I don't have the time to send someone to monitor you. Lavinia has her unique scent - you have obviously had close contact with her, otherwise you wouldn't be so clear to her now."

After Valentina finished speaking, she said with some worry: "I warn you, don't have any bad thoughts about her because of her pretty face. We in Saluzzo don't have a tradition of marriage with Bologna."

"I see, ma'am."

Lothar responded obediently.

"Come with me, didn't I say I want to weigh you? Be careful, don't hurt you."

Lothar said "Yeah" and followed her footsteps.

The two square off on the training ground.

Valentina was using an ordinary wooden sword for training: "It's about to begin! Be alert and concentrate, otherwise, even with a wooden sword, you will be injured."

Lothar also held a wooden sword, nodded and took a stance.

The cold wind rustled, and the two of them went from being still to not being able to see their figures clearly. It seemed that only a moment had passed. In the field, there was only the sound of the wooden swords colliding, and the afterimages left behind by the rapid movement.

Their sparring session didn't last long.

When Valentina discovered that in terms of swordsmanship, even if she tried her best, she couldn't take down Lothar in a short period of time, she couldn't help but laugh in anger.

"Lotha, you have hidden your strength too much, haven't you?"

Lothar smiled awkwardly.

The gap between the edge corner head and the elite centurion is really too big, and it can't be rounded off.He put the wooden sword back into the weapon rack, calmed his breathing, and said with a smile: "Miss, I always feel that you should do as much as you enjoy. With my monthly salary of three hundred lire, I have done my best. .”

"Oh, according to you, all the factory owners and councilors in this city should be little bees working all year round, from morning to night?"

Valentina said sarcastically.

"Okay, I don't care what you were like in the past. Now that you have been exposed in front of me, don't think about being lazy anymore. From today on, I will promote you to centurion, and I will only have Elamo as my subordinate for the time being."

She paused and then said: "I will give you the Kestrel Winery outside Saluzzo. You don't have to be involved in the management of the winery. You can just sit back and collect the money every month."

Lothar said politely: "Thank you, miss."

He is indeed short of money.

A dime subsidy of three hundred lire per month is more than enough for an ordinary middle-class person to maintain his life, but he has money to spend right now.

"During this period, you will be stationed at the stronghold in Turin, waiting for my news. I already have an idea of ​​the person behind the conflict between Saluzzo and the Bologna family. Just wait for my order."

Lothar understood at this moment that Valentina seemed to have promoted him, but her trust in her had decreased, otherwise she would not have sent him, who was originally intended to be a personal guard, to Turin.

This is also a matter of course.

After all, the strength shown by Lothar was enough to threaten her.

Even if the family bloodline cannot be erased.

But within the Saluzzo family, there are also factions. Not everyone wants the throne of the family patriarch to be monopolized by Valentina, the main branch of the family. Can you come up?

"The stronghold here will be left to you for the time being. Guard the home well, but remember what I told you and don't get too close to that Lavinia."

She looked at Lothar's submissive expression and raised her sharp eyebrows: "If you just fancy her pretty good skin, just save it. She is not someone you can play with. If you play with her, be careful. She seeks death with you."

Lothar opened her mouth and tried to explain that she neither wanted to marry Lavinia, nor did she want to play with her, but it was really hard to explain, so she could only say indifferently: "Miss, you are right, I have written it down. .”

I wish that my majestic Grand Duke Lothar, the future King of Egypt, should be scolded with a pale face by a little girl like you.
Lothar had to admit that Valentina's aura was the strongest woman he had ever seen.

Better than Queen Lagaia!

Of course, it could also be that the Queen never showed her aura to him.

"I'm going out. If you feel sleepy, you can find a room to sleep in - you can choose any room except the one I live in."

After Valentina finished speaking, she hurried away.

This mansion is really big. It can accommodate hundreds of people without being crowded at all.

Now, only Lothar was left, and he immediately felt much cooler.

He walked to the front hall, filled the fireplace with dry wood placed in the woodshed, raised his hand to pop out a spark, and a raging flame suddenly ignited. The heat carried by the thick smoke spread along the flue above the fireplace.

He sat down in front of the fireplace and warmed himself up with a smile on his face: "This is pretty cool."

He suddenly patted his forehead: "By the way, I haven't notified Elamo to come over yet. Isn't this guy stupid enough to stay in a hotel?"

Turin, collective apartment on Maple Avenue.

Lavinia unscrewed the door key and hung the key chain and her coat on the hanger, revealing her plump body wearing only a white shirt underneath.

The gas stove in the room was burning brightly, but she couldn't help but think of those homeless people again.

Many of them may be able to work as part-time workers during the day. If they are lucky, they can take over the work of a porter in a merchant house and earn twenty lire of silver coins. This is enough to fill their stomachs, but not enough to provide for their needs. Provide yourself and your family with a house that is sheltered from the wind and has a stove.

"They don't actually need much, just a place to stay. They can support themselves with their own hands."

Lavinia said to herself.

She took out her wallet and rummaged through it for a moment: "Three two-hundred-lire bills, a dozen twenty-lire silver coins, and two gold louis. These can probably be found in a relatively remote place on the outskirts of the city. Let’s rent a house that can accommodate 50 people for a month.”

She thought for a moment and took out a two-hundred-lire note from her wallet: "I have to keep one for my expenses this month."

"Forget it, I can eat less. In the cafeteria, if you are shameless, you should be able to get a free lunch, but you have to find a way for dinner by yourself - at the most, you can sell one or two accessories."

Thinking this, Lavinia put the whole bill back into her wallet and replaced it with four silver coins.

"Also, if you get up earlier every day, you don't have to take the public carriage."

As she spoke, she put another silver coin back into her wallet.

"By the way, when will the salary be paid this month?"

The judge lady, who had never been troubled by money before, fell into deep thought for a while.

(End of this chapter)