People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Early the next morning.

Lothar was awakened from her meditation by the movement in the yard.

At this stage, the results of his meditation have become smaller and smaller, but if there is an improvement, it is better than nothing. Meditation can replace sleep anyway.

Open the window and look around.

I saw Elamo stacking the fodder for the horses in the corner of the yard to dry. This was probably an operation to prevent the fodder from getting moldy or to reduce its moisture content - as expected of a former groom.

Last night, it was Lothar who got Elamo back.

This is not a difficult task. After all, Turin is a city dominated by the Saluzzo family. Although the share may only be less than half, it is still easy to find Elamo for the intelligence network that has been operating for many years.

Elamo raised his smile and said, "Good morning, Centurion."

Lothar joked: "You are the only centurion under my command, right?"

Centurion, as the name suggests, should have 100 people under his command, but in fact this is just a naming tradition left over from the Roman era, and the original meaning of the title has long been lost.

There are still many Roman traditions left in the Wolf Clan.

For example, the first generation of wolf masters is considered to be the ancestor of the Romans, one of the twin brothers raised by a she-wolf, Romulus.

To this day, many murals and sculptures about female wolves nursing babies can still be seen in the Apennine Peninsula, although this has also become the basis for many scholars to criticize the wolf tribe as a group of parricide beasts. (Legend has it that Romulus became the first king of Rome after he fought with his brothers for the throne and killed his brothers).

But the wolves obviously didn't care about this.

Not to mention the distant mythical age, even now, there are many examples of brothers fighting each other for wealth, power, and inheritance rights, fighting to the death, and there are many dukes and heirs to the king who don't die in France next door. A rare thing.

Elamo smiled and complimented: "Since Centurion has gained the respect of the young lady, he will rise to success sooner or later in the future."

The position of the patriarch of the family is generally hereditary. Unless a major change occurs, Valentina can almost be said to be the future patriarch of the Saluzzo family. Elamo is right to say so.

"Elamo, since you have gained the respect of Centurion Lothar, you will rise to the top sooner or later."

Lothar imitated his tone and joked, picked up a coat, and jumped out of the attic window.

This time, Lothar patted Elamo's shoulder confidently: "You don't have to be so polite with me. After all, we were partners before. Even if our status has changed now, we are still partners."

Elamo was startled.

Elamo, who is accustomed to observing words and expressions, saw that this was Lothar's true words, and couldn't help feeling warm in his heart.

He may have had a good relationship with Lothar in the past, but in fact the friendship was very limited. They were fringe friends who were usually brothers, but when the time came, they would step on each other's head and get the upper hand without any hesitation.

After taking the position, he was arrogant towards his former companions and insulted them all.

The system's prompt sounded: "You have obtained the approval of a new four-star retinue, Elimo Truval. You can choose to take him out of the combat record world at any time."

Lothar was silent and muttered in a low voice: "Bad luck."

"Then what should I call you from now on?"

"Just like before."

"So Lothar, what mission do we have today?"

"Clean the room and dry the sheets and bedding - except for the lady's."

"That's it?"

"Of course, the family does not pay you a salary just to let you be a salary thief."

Elamo's face turned red and he argued: "I! I know! Of course I know, and I didn't mean to be lazy, but is it just cleaning the room?"

"Otherwise? Do you have to rob a few places in Bologna or work as a guard at a certain stronghold to be serious? Elamo, that's what a fledgling street gangster can do!"

Elamo was speechless for a while, then said: "I only think about you, and you have gained the attention of the lady. Shouldn't you make some achievements? By then, the lady may be happy and pass on the family secrets to you. .”

Saluzzo’s family secrets?

Sorry, Cellinina basically knows it. If she really wants to learn it, she doesn’t need Valentina to teach her.

What's more, Lothar can't learn it either.

He is not the real Saluzzo Wolf Clan. Chelinina can use Saluzzo Secrets because the Basilicata family from which she was born is a traditional ally with Saluzzo. They often marry each other. You have the blood of the two families. There is me in you, and you are in me.

Lothar waved his hand: "No need, I already know the choke hand, there is no need to learn the rest."

He patted Elamo's shoulder again: "Do a good job. If you clean the room, I will teach you how to do it when you come back in the evening."

"Really?"

Elamo's face was filled with disbelief.

"Fake, if you don't clean, I'm going to teach you how to do it, but you are the only horned one under my hands."

Elamo opened his mouth.

"Hey, don't cry, you're acting like a big bitch." Lothar laughed and cursed, then hurriedly opened the door and left.

Elimo's talent is actually not bad, what is bad is actually his background and bloodline. After all, he is also a four-star retinue. If his strength is fully developed, he can barely reach the centurion level.

Elamo didn't ask Lothar what he was doing, because the centurion's whereabouts did not need to be explained to a small corner. Even if Lothar went to the University of Turin and fell in love with a student girl, it had nothing to do with him.

He picked up the broom in his hand with determination and began to sweep the floor.

Lothar wore a black soft hat today and a long windbreaker that covered the tail on her back to hide her wolf characteristics. This was a very common attire in Apennines.

Some wolves do not want ordinary people to see the difference, so they will make such disguises; and ordinary people often hope that in this way, outsiders will mistakenly think that they may be from the wolf clan, and they will not be easily provoked.

If you also wear a pocket watch and hold a pipe in your hand, it will be a typical fashion among the upper class residents of Apennine.

Today in Turin, the sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly.

Bustling crowds took advantage of the rare good weather in winter to crowd into the streets.

Many of them were travelers from France and Germany.

Although many people believe that London, Paris and the Ruhr area, with their tall chimneys, dark clouds blocking the sun, and pungent smells in the air, are the glory of civilization, and the North Apennines are just backwaters.

But people's lungs and throats tend to choose the more practical.

In Poseidon Square, people sang and danced.

What day is it today?

Lothar thought for a while and then suddenly realized: "Today is the Feast of the Entrance of the Virgin (that is, the festival commemorating the entry of the young Virgin into the temple). As a holy son, I am quite incompetent in my duties."

He was joking in his heart, and naturally he would not say such blasphemous words. In the Apennine Peninsula, although the power of the church has been squeezed out of shape, the people still have widespread beliefs.

Lothar stopped and walked along the way, watching the scenes at the festival.

Although it is a religious festival, the religious atmosphere is so weak as to be almost nonexistent compared to the Middle Ages.

Just like Halloween, in the Middle Ages, it was just a simple small festival. On Halloween, Lothar and his soldiers even slept in their mansions and military camps.

It is just a simple ceremony held in the church in order to commemorate the patron saints everywhere.

Now it has become a chaotic dance of demons.

There is nothing wrong with that.

The saints would be very happy if they knew that they could still entertain future generations.

"Give way, let everyone!"

Accompanied by a burst of exclamations, sighs, and cheers.

Huge carriages were stumbling forward amid the crowds of people. The horse pulling the carriage was a horse with a shoulder height of more than two meters, even bigger than a giant horse like Eclipse.

Alongside the road, there are city guards constantly maintaining order, waving their batons and shouting loudly.

Lothar heard a series of low roars.

He squeezed into the crowd, relying on his strong physique and perception to constantly find opportunities and squeeze in. He opened the hand of a little thief who was digging into his pocket, and then picked up an unlucky guy who was almost trampled under his feet. , he finally came to the carriage.

Only then did he realize that what was covered under the huge red cloth were actually huge animal cages. The iron railings on them were thicker than ordinary people's arms, and a half-crouching giant sat inside.

The heavy chains were locked on the giant's feet, and the spiked collars were stained with rust, and some of them had even grown into the giant's skin.

These mountain giants from Northern Europe have extremely strong vitality and were widely used on the battlefield in the classical era. However, with the application of various powerful firearms and magic props, these huge targets have gradually become outdated.

Seemingly aware that Lothar was looking at him, the giant glanced at him with numb eyes, and there was no trace of sparkle in his cloudy eyes.

In this "huge" cage, he didn't even have room to sit upright, get down, or lie down. He could only hunched over and half-crouched inside, accepting people's visits like a wild beast.

As this heavy carriage passed by, some ordinary beasts such as tigers and lions were imprisoned in the carriage behind.

A well-dressed man stood on the carriage at the back and shouted loudly: "Tonight, at the circus show in Poseidon Square, there will be an excellent performance of dragon riding and slaying giants. Tickets are limited, first come first served." have to!"

Damn dragon knight.

Lothar muttered.

Based on his perception, if a dragon really appeared in the city of Turin, it would be impossible to hide it from him unless its bloodline was so meager that it was almost negligible - it was nothing more than a dragon-like beast similar to the Dire Rex. .

In the sky, a group of pigeons flapped their wings and flew away.

After squeezing out of the crowd, Lothar felt an inexplicable feeling of loneliness in her heart.

On days like this, if I had Prajna and the others by my side, I would probably be very happy.

No wonder Wang Wei said that we miss our loved ones even more during the festive season.

He thought for a moment and decided to go against the crowd to find Lavinia - if Lavinia rejected his invitation, he would have no choice but to go back to Elemor.