People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 578 Fulin's Resurrection, Autonomous Eliteization
The first Sipahi cavalry had just been produced and was galloping on horseback in the Long Sword Company camp that had moved to the Cavalry Academy.

His name is Galio. He is a Coptic recruit in the Long Sword Company with the most outstanding training results and the one Hans believes has the most potential.

Lothar personally granted him weapons, armor and a mount, making him a role model for spending a fortune on a horse.

Looking at their former companions riding strong horses and wearing new outfits, who seemed to have been reborn, these young recruits, most of whom came from the lower class of civilians, were so envious that their eyes almost popped out.

Cavalry is not just a change of equipment, it also means a sudden improvement in treatment, salary, and social status.

Originally, everyone was on the same level, but when you go to the battlefield, everyone has to help you hold the stirrups, feed the horse, carry the gun, and act like a servant. Who can be willing to accept this?

Everyone is ready to try to grab the remaining two spots offered by Losa.

The Long Sword Company now does not only train every day, they sometimes also perform some simple tasks to maintain law and order.

Every day they had to march in formation in the city, attracting a lot of attention.

Many people were asking them about their treatment. Even if they had no intention of joining, they were aware of Lothar's generosity towards his Coptic soldiers, which they could easily interpret as the Demon Duke actually having good intentions towards the Coptics.

Inside the city, the activities of the Order of Saint Lazarus were still proceeding in an orderly manner. Free medical consultations were held and relief food was distributed free of charge, which won Losa an excellent reputation.

You know, even if Egypt was once the granary of the empire and had vast fertile land, it didn't mean that everyone could fill their stomachs.

It was common for farmers to starve to death in any era and any country. It was also normal for landless civilians living in the city to starve to death once food prices soared.

Natural disasters and man-made disasters never go alone.

If Lothar fails to handle this matter properly, it will not be as easy as it is now to win the hearts of the Semanud people.

"My lord, Adil is marching."

On the tower of the magnificent Cavalry Academy complex, Kurth walked out from Losa's shadow.

finally come.

Lothar's expression froze, and he asked seriously, "How many people can get information about their spellcasters?"

"According to estimates, the enemy has at least 50,000 troops, including 20,000 light and heavy cavalry. The elite troops of the Egyptian lords have come out together. It seems that they have been intimidated by the might of Saladin's brother and your army."

"Fifty thousand troops..."

This number is comparable to the total military strength of both sides when fighting against Saladin.

Egypt is different from Jerusalem after all. The logistical pressure of marching in the fertile delta area is much less.

"As for the information about the spellcasters, we only know that Saladin has sent a group of spell advisors. This time everyone in Sarath has learned their lesson. Most of the ordinary soldiers, and even the senior generals, don't even know how many of these people there are. It's still too difficult for us to get their specific information, and it's too difficult for the Dark Shadow."

Even with the two vampires Kurth and Julia running the organization, Dark Shadows was established too recently. In terms of intelligence, it is still far behind the Assassins, an old assassin organization with deep roots in the East.

"I think it would be safer to send Miss Cherylina herself."

"Is this too dangerous?"

"Sir, Miss Nina has received the inheritance of two superior wolf tribes, Saluzzo and Basilicata. Are you not confident in her professional qualities?"

Among all the followers, Cherylina's strength is only inferior to Jeanna in direct combat, but when it comes to assassination and infiltration, she is definitely second to none.

Losa frowned and said, "That's not the case. I know Nina's fighting ability."

The two of them often sparred in Kaer Morhen, and because they could recover quickly even from serious injuries, he knew very well how terrifying Cherylina was when she gave her all.

only…

"As you know, there are all kinds of extraordinary people in this world, as well as various ancient artifacts and treasures. No one can tell what cards they have hidden."

Kurth was slightly stunned: "Indeed, just like the local vampire who attacked us before, his strength may be relatively average, but the blood magic source he has accumulated and his treasure are indeed terrifying."

He paused and said, "But sir, if the enemy possesses such a powerful treasure, or some special ability, shouldn't we find out more about it? If you are really worried about Miss Cherylina's safety, I can go there myself."

"Forget it, I can't leave you here."

Lothar shook his head. Kurth's position was crucial. Without him, the city of Semanud, which had just restored order, would come to a standstill.

Although his Blood Shadow Secret Technique is indeed very suitable for infiltration.

"But what you said is true. We must get some information about the enemy's spellcasters in advance. How about this, Kurs, apart from you, let's go explore the enemy's base camp together."

Coors' tone could not help but become urgent: "No, no, no, this won't work, it's too dangerous for you."

The son of a rich man cannot sit down in the hall.

In Coors' view, a monarch who easily puts himself in danger is irresponsible.

Losa consoled him, "Don't worry, we are just there to provide support. If nothing unexpected happens, there is no need to take action.

And Kurs, don't underestimate me. My current strength is no less than Hans and Veneto, and my destructive power is even stronger than theirs. My ability to save my life is second only to Prajna, and I have Prajna's personal protection. If I am still timid, it would be too cowardly. "

"Okay...okay."

Coors nodded reluctantly.

He is a steward who adheres to the rules very strictly. He will give suggestions to Losa's unreasonable requests, but he will only try his best to do what Losa has already decided.

"By the way, come with me to check on Fulin. Her blood magic source should be almost digested."

Coors hesitated: "Uh, you'd better not go."

He looked at Losa's puzzled eyes and added, "The young lady's transformation is almost complete. Sometimes she can stay awake for a short period of time. This is her advice. I hope you can avoid visiting her during this period."

"Ok."

Losa nodded and didn't dwell on it anymore.

He estimated that Fulin was entering the final stage of transformation and would become very ugly.

Abilities like tyranny and blood pool don't sound like beautiful images.

...

Inside Damietta's Governor's Palace, outside the door of a dark room in the basement.

Two ugly and hideous gargoyle statues were squatting at the door, and strange red totems were crawling all over the walls like vines.

This is the forbidden area of ​​the Duke's Mansion. Occasionally, servants passing by would hear a violent heartbeat that seemed to be ringing beside their ears, and they would feel a sense of fear and wish to get as far away from here as possible.

At this time, the room had completely become a world of blood, with blood vessels as densely packed as spider webs, looking like a large three-dimensional net.

On the Internet, one can clearly see thick blood containing powerful magic flowing.

In the center of the blood network, a huge ball of flesh like a heart was beating regularly.

If you look closely, you will find that the ends of those networks are all connected to the heart.

At this moment.

The heart beat faster suddenly.

All the blood that was spread out, the materialized products of the blood magic, all converged towards the heart in the center like rivers flowing into the sea.

The world originally made of blood quickly became dim, and those blood nets shrank and withered as if they had lost their lives.

Gradually.

Even the heart stopped beating.

The entire secret room fell into deathly silence.

for a long time.

Just hear a snap.

The withered heart, which had turned black, broke open.

A white, tender and slender hand tore open the membrane of the heart.

At the same time, Lothar, who was far away in Semanud, heard a reminder: Your five-star squire, Fringilla, had an adventure and completed the self-elite transformation...

(End of this chapter)