People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

The red-robed knight strode into the tavern with two guards. Looking around, he found His Majesty the King sitting in the corner, drinking wine.

He came closer, looked at the wine glasses lying on the table, and frowned deeply: "Your Majesty, why did you run out alone again?"

Richard looked at his loyal Earl Guard captain disapprovingly: "Let's try the Coptic Caracal. This is the most delicious wine I have drunk in these years."

"His Majesty!"

The captain of the earl guard emphasized his tone: "You should not leave us and travel alone."

Richard raised his eyebrows slightly, and a hint of impatience flashed between them: "Okay, Fuller, with my strength, what can go wrong? If you are around me, if you really encounter a situation where even I feel dangerous, I still I have to take good care of you."

Fuller was speechless for a moment.

He saw with his own eyes that Richard pulled out the Sword in the Stone and killed a giant sea serpent entrenched in the Great Trench when he was leaving Lundenwick by boat. With that sword, the sea was cut into gullies. Just like Moses in myth and legend.

This extraordinary power beyond ordinary people's imagination is indeed not something that ordinary assassins can threaten.

"But Your Majesty, this is a holy land. Your opponent, the Marquis Lothar, is also a monarch with extraordinary power. He also has many witches under his command. Even the dragon has fallen into his hands more than once. Moreover, even if Lothar is If the Marquis of Sa doesn't take action against you, those Saracens also possess terrifying power, otherwise they wouldn't be able to control the dragon."

"Fuller, a monarch who cannot destroy his destiny through conspiracy and intrigue."

Richard's face was full of confidence, and the slight frustration in the military discussion could no longer be seen on his face at this time: "If one day I fall into a desperate situation that I cannot extricate myself from, it must be because my heavenly father abandoned me. I, I should die with dignity, rather than linger on for a while."

“Like King Arthur, draw the sword from the stone and become king, throw away the sword of king and die.”

"Your Majesty, the story of King Arthur is just a legend."

Richard patted his sword and couldn't help laughing and said: "You stubborn old dog, I have seen the fairy in the lake, pulled out the legendary sword in the stone, and got the King of Kings given to me by the queen. Sword, Fuller, do you still think the story of King Arthur is just a legend?"

He paused slightly, with a slight blush on his face: "I am the new King of the Albion Kings, the Eternal King, the Destined Lord, Pendragon!"

There was not much respect for the legendary King Arthur in his words.

Although Albion scholars have been trying to connect the Norman royal family with the lineage of King Arthur, this is nothing more than a propaganda tool to justify the Norman conquest of the Anglo-Saxons.

It's just the so-called "falsified claim".

After all, King Arthur was actually a Celt. Although the king's bloodline transcended racial boundaries, the Celtic king was still not looked down upon by this young monarch who was as ambitious as a lion.

Earl Fuller frowned and said: "Anyway, Your Majesty, the next time you go out, you must at least bring a team of guards. You also saw the Marquis's travel guard today. As the king of Albion, don't you even think of a Marquis of the East?" Can’t compare?”

It seemed that Fuller had something to say.

Richard walked past him impatiently: "Old man, you are a little too annoying. If I had known you were like this, I should have sent you to Lundenwick to be the Minister of Administration instead of following me. There’s a lot of noise around me.”

Earl Fuller hesitated to speak.

Because he saw a group of winged cavalry flying past outside the tavern.

"Okay, old man, let's go back to the camp. Tomorrow, if our 'Commander' doesn't issue a military order, we will first pick a Saracen castle and take it as our foothold. "

Fuller hesitated: "Are we going to separate from Cardinal Sebastian?"

Richard stroked the sword on his waist and said with a smile: "The king has no habit of relying on others, not to mention that idiot Sebastian, who doesn't even have a place worthy of his own praise. Fuller, you want to Remember, after setting up the teleportation array, he has no use value to us at all." He paused slightly and sneered: "So, don't regard him as one of ours. Even if I need allies, I won't. I will look for a villain like this who gets to the top by selling his ass.”

Going deep into the countryside, Lothar saw many things that he would not normally notice.

He saw people using an irrigation tool called a saduf to guide water from low places to high places, and using a vertical water wheel driven by buffaloes and donkeys to fish out clean water from deep wells.

Plump-lipped, brown-skinned Copts carrying earthen jars on their heads carry water home;

The Copts are far more accomplished in agricultural production than the Franks, especially in the use of limited water resources.

There is a shrine at the head of the village, in the square, and at the end of the village, which is dedicated to the sun god Ra, also known as Amun, the supreme god among the old gods of Egypt.

In the square in the center of the village is a holy fire altar. Next to the altar, the inconspicuous little house with a cross split at the four corners is obviously a Coptic church.

Lothar went straight to the church, chatted with the priest for a while, and looked at the village chief with a frown.

The village chief said with some embarrassment: "Sir, our village is planning to convert the Holy Fire Altar into a church, but we just haven't had time yet."

"Not in time?"

Lothar felt a little funny.

"Do you have to wait until I drive the Saracens completely out of Egypt?"

The village chief's face changed slightly, and he quickly explained: "No, of course not, my master, after you leave, we will immediately start rebuilding the Christian church. All Copts will rejoice in returning to the embrace of Christ."

rejoice

Not necessarily.

Lothar shook his head: "The Saracens will never come back. As your new lord, I will not ban the Zoroastrian faith, but in my territory, the church will always be higher than the holy fire altar."

The village chief nodded quickly and said: "Sir, I will follow your teachings."

Lothar nodded, crossed himself with the priest in the church, then turned and left.

There was a banquet being held in the village, but as he walked along, he already knew what he wanted to know and had no intention of really participating.

Seeing the big from the small.

The Copts’ ideas are actually very clear.

That is to wait for the outcome of the fight between the two parties, and whoever wins will help.

The way to never lose is to always be on the side of the winner.

This is the simple way of survival for the Copts, or the leaders among the Copts. As long as the Crusaders do not shake their fundamental interests, they will not resist even if the Crusaders are more greedy vampires than the Saracens.

If you want to win their loyal support, in the short term, there should be no chance.

Dividing farmland to win over people from the lower classes is still a good and infallible method.

But those who hold the power are precisely the upper-class people. Lothar has not yet established a foothold in Egypt, and it is impossible and impossible to push these Coptic leaders, who are deeply rooted in the local area, to the side of the Saracens.

He turned back, glanced at the village chief who respectfully watched him leave, and murmured to himself: "It seems that it is time to continue marching. At the very least, we must hold the entire Nile Delta in our hands. Otherwise, people's hearts will be unstable. The newly occupied land will never be safe."