People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Damietta, originally belonged to the governor's palace of Governor Ibn.

The double-headed eagle emblem placed on the table suddenly lit up with a dazzling light.

A white and slender hand picked up the coat of arms and brought it to his ear:

"Hello, Lothar?"

Anna's voice came from the coat of arms.

"No, it's Prajna."

A cold voice sounded.

What appears today is the old version of Prajna.

Since acquiring the special form, she has often appeared in different forms. When Lothar was around, she would often have the illusion that she had two wives. Oh no, he originally had two wives, so it should be three wives.

"Ah, oh, he didn't answer the call. He must have something important, right? I told him something for me. Richard the Lionheart had boarded a ship at the port of Gascony a few days ago. It is said that You must first go to Portugal to help the Crusaders there defeat the Berbers, and then go to the Holy Land.”

She took a breath and continued: "But we have to wait until then, at least half a year. Under the premise that Lothar has captured Damietta and called on Christians from all over Europe to come and participate in the jihad, with my Based on the analysis of his character, there is a high probability that he will not follow the plan so honestly."

"Hey, are you listening?"

Prajna responded: "I'm listening."

Anna said helplessly: "Right now, the empire is going all out to conquer Sicily. If Richard the Lionheart really arrives in the Holy Land, Her Majesty the Queen may not be able to give you any real support."

"Ah."

Prajna's reaction made Anna feel a little uninterested, but she also knew that Prajna had never been a talkative person and had no friendship with her. She hurriedly left a sentence: "I wish Lothar a successful victory over the Egustop Line." Province and the Patriarchate of Alexandria.”

He hung up the communication.

Prajna put down his coat of arms and looked at Lothar aside.

On the bed, Lothar was sleeping soundly.

He had slept all day.

This time, I don’t know what the ratio is between the world in the combat records and reality.

Jeanne came here not long ago because she felt that Lothar borrowed her power, but she left after seeing that Lothar didn't show anything strange.

...

In the province of Damietta.

A castle had just been captured by the Crusaders. There were mutilated corpses everywhere on the ground. Vultures were entrenched in the sky. The burning flames and broken flags all showed the brutality of this siege.

Sebastian wore a helmet and looked fierce as he chopped the trembling pagan civilian in front of him to death.

In the past few days, many familiar Crusader nobles from Europe have more or less made some gains, or they have occupied several castles and manors, and they can only wait for Lothar's canonization to obtain titles; Either they defeated scattered enemy forces but captured some important figures and extorted a large bounty; or they simply fought a beautiful victory, annihilated many enemies and captured a lot of money.

Only he, the mercenary group hired with money, was not particularly reliable in combat effectiveness, and happened to encounter a strong enemy. He finally captured a castle and suffered extremely heavy losses.

Originally, the mercenary died when he died.

But this is not the Apennines, and mercenaries have become a non-renewable resource. Even if someone is willing to join the army, they would rather join the Crusaders than the mercenary group under him.

When a fellow knight saw this scene, he couldn't help but stepped forward to dissuade him: "Your Excellency, Cardinal, didn't Duke Lothar explicitly prohibit the massacre of civilians?"

Sebastian sneered, took out a roll of silk cloth and wiped the hilt of the bloody armed sword: "To ask mercenaries not to plunder is like asking wolves not to eat meat, and dogs not to chew bones. Besides, here They are all our people, how could Lothar know what is happening here?"

His tone paused, and he said in a somewhat sinister tone: "Duke Lothar, you call me Duke Lothar quite smoothly. Don't forget, he hasn't been crowned by the bishop of the Ecumenical Church, so what kind of duke is he?"

The knight was silent. He could understand Sebastian's hostility towards Lothar, but for many civilians and knights, there was not much difference between Catholicism, Orthodoxy, and Copticism.

As a true warrior and knight, it is difficult not to have a deep admiration for a legendary lord like Lothar.

"Oh, he won't be proud for long."

Sebastian sneered: "Knight Borian, are you almost done with the materials I want you to collect?"

The knight nodded slightly: "It's almost done."

"Knight Borian, listen carefully. Soon, the person calling the shots here will no longer be Lothar, who pretends to be a duke. A real king will soon come to the Holy Land."

His tone paused, and he added thoughtfully: "Maybe there's more than one."

The conflict between Sebastian and Lothar was already deep-rooted. He was not satisfied with being an empty-headed patriarch, and Lothar was obviously unable to delegate power and allow him to establish a powerful diocese.

This is not irreconcilable at all.

Sebastian is actually willing to make concessions to Lothar, even if he only gives him Alexandria, he is willing to do everything he can to help Lothar win Egypt, but this "arrogant, self-righteous man who pretends to be a duke and a saint "The villain who deceived the world and stole his reputation" obviously did not want to reconcile with him at all. This invisible contempt made Sebastian hate Lothar even more.

...

Combat Records World, Turin.

Early the next morning, Lothar received a visit from Lavinia.

She led a young man and said seriously: "Losa, I need you to do me a favor and send this child on a steam cruise to the New World."

"it is good."

The judge lady was surprised: "Don't you ask about the cause and effect of the matter?"

Lothar smiled warmly: "Isn't this what I'm waiting for you to say?"

"What if I don't say it?"

"Then I won't ask."

Lavinia took a deep look at Lothar and sighed: "A factory owner named Madeleine invented a technology to improve steam engines."

"What technology?"

Lavinia shook her head: "I don't know exactly what it is. It seems to be a technology that can greatly improve its operating efficiency with just magic stone powder."

Lothar subconsciously showed a hint of surprise. He knew that this world had machines with both magic and steam drives, but the cost was often extremely high, requiring the use of a magic stone that was more expensive than gold.

This technology is not too rare, but the reason is the same as the white crystal once used by the wolves in Texas. Most of its origins are located in the colonies of Britain and France. The reserves are also relatively scarce, and they are rarely exported to the market. This is one of the reasons why the two countries are steadily leading the rest of the European countries in their industrialization process.

"If you only use magic stone powder, the cost can indeed be reduced a lot. Such a valuable talent, the Wolf Lord should be able to grasp it immediately, right? Otherwise, the Habsburgs, France, and England will not be able to sit still. ”

Lavinia nodded: "Maybe, but the result is that Mr. Madeleine was imprisoned, and all the factories and machines he owned were embezzled by the Sassari family."

Lothar's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Surprised?"

"is a bit."

"But the Sassari family are not idiots. They have their own considerations. In short, I plan to defend Mr. Madeleine not guilty. There are huge interests involved. Therefore, I hope you can get Potter out first." Send away."

"Okay, rest assured and leave it to me."

"Thank you."

Lavinia's expression was a little complicated. She didn't say why she had to go to Milan to defend a factory owner. It was very rare for Lothar to help her to this extent.

She may encounter many dangers next, and she doesn't want to involve her only friend.

"If you need help, feel free to come to me."

"Okay, I will."

Lothar said helplessly: "Looking at your expression, it doesn't look like you know how to do it."

Lavinia wondered: "What kind of expression do I have?"

"The expression of having to carry it on my own even if the sky falls."

Lothar teased, and then said: "Nia, it is natural for friends to help each other. If one day, I ask you for help, will you refuse?"

Lavinia opened her mouth.

I wanted to say, it depends on what it is.

But the atmosphere had reached this point. Staring at Lothar's sincere expression, she really couldn't say that, so she could only nodded and said, "I will help you too."

"This is the end."

Lothar smiled proudly: "So, let's see someone off together first, and then go to Milan together - Miss happened to have not given me a task yet, and she even approved my paid leave note last night. My The wallet is quite bulging now."

Seeing Lothar's somewhat exaggerated expression, Lavinia felt a warmth rising in her heart. She pursed her lips and whispered, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Boy, what's your name?"

The young man seemed a little nervous. He glanced at Lothar and said, "Potter, sir, my name is Potter."

Lothar patted his shoulder: "Don't be afraid. Just like this sister, I am a wolf, but I am not a bad person. Next, I will be responsible for your safety. I promise, no one can hurt you." It’s up to you.”