People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 6 Beliefs and Goals

Late at night, Lothar lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Tomorrow, after replenishing food, water, and feed for three pack horses and one war horse at the manor.

They should follow the Alps, all the way east, through the Austrian border jurisdiction, to Venice to take a boat.

Over the Alps and directly into Italy by boat, it just looks closer.

In fact, the Alps are full of cliffs, even if you go to a lower altitude, it is easy to accidentally fall into a deep valley.

Otherwise, Hannibal and Caesar's crossing of the Alps would not have been hailed as a military miracle.

"A good rest is crucial for a fighter."

Prajna's emotionless voice suddenly sounded.

She was sitting in the living room connected to the room, on a felt bed with a thin blanket, closing her eyes and meditating.

The night wind blowing from her direction turned into a cool breeze, making her like a small air conditioner.

"Hanna, I'm a little confused."

"I want to talk to you. After all, you are the most trustworthy person in this world."

Despite his indifferent attitude, the Prajna summoned from the system and designed by him is undoubtedly the closest to him.

This is incomparable to his elder brother Otto in this world.

In the living room, there was no response at first.

After waiting for a long time, a crisp female voice sounded: "Speak."

really cold
Lothar smiled and said: "In my previous life, I was just an ordinary person, very ordinary and ordinary. When I was in school, my grades were not the best, but they were not the worst. I obeyed the discipline, but occasionally I was mischievous , like singing, dancing, playing basketball, and playing video games."

"But whether it is studies or these hobbies, without exception, I am mediocre. Like most people, I am like a screw in society. There is nothing special about it. Emperor Ross once proposed a term ——Consumables, I feel very appropriate, because without me, the world will not change in any way, and there will be new screws to replace me at any time."

"As for traveling to this world, to be honest, I don't have much resistance, even though the king's life in this world may not be much better than my previous life."

"Because I really want to live a new life, a life that is not so mediocre, full of excitement and surprises."

"I need a territory, a title, to increase my strength, which requires me to use my spear and sword to win merit and wealth."

"But I am very clear that the Crusaders are not righteous. For the sake of power and wealth, they traveled thousands of miles to the Holy Land to take the lives of others. What is the difference between them and robbers?"

"If I were a native of this world, I might think this is a normal thing, but I am not. As far as this world is concerned, I know that I am special."

"The system gave me the goal of expanding the territory, but I didn't have it myself. I was like a boat drifting on the sea, following the guidance of the lighthouse at a loss, but I didn't know what the end of the light was."

"I have no beliefs, no beliefs, and no goals. I don't know what the meaning of doing this is. Is it simply moving forward according to the will of the system?"

Lothar's tone was very serious.

"If you don't have a belief, just find one for yourself."

Banruo paused slightly, and said, "What do you think of this world, is it beautiful?"

Lothar shook his head: "Of course not, the level of productivity is too backward, even the earl, the elector, the archbishop of the archdiocese, and even the king, the emperor, the life is actually the same. A lord or a priest is even more miserable."

"Want to change?"

Prajna asked back.

Lothar nodded: "Of course."

"Then take this as your goal, let those who are loyal to you live and work in peace and contentment, have enough food, and make the war-torn land unified, and people will no longer attack each other because of ridiculous beliefs."

Prajna's cold voice sounded, the tone was a little flat, not so impassioned, but like a lamp, it lit up in the dark night before Lothar's eyes.

Lothar couldn't help but look sideways.

Seeing that he didn't reply for a long time, Banruo frowned and said, "Why?"

"You speak very well, Hannya."

Lothar said in an amazed tone: "Yes, what you said is indeed something I am willing to do and feels very meaningful."

"Then do it."

"Ah."

The room fell silent.

After a long time, Lothar said, "Thank you, Prajna."

"Ah."

"Good night."

Prajna didn't reply again.

In my mind, the system's pleasant reminder sounded: Prajna's intimacy with you has increased, and the current intimacy is cold.

Is it still indifferent?

There was a smile on Lothar's face, just be indifferent if you are indifferent, after all, it is not the type that you can't deal with at all.

Even if Banruo has a bad attitude towards him, he is always trustworthy.

He turned over and fell into a deep sleep.

in the manor.

Ryan and Model were sitting under the eaves, discussing the identity of Prajna intensely, but Lothar did not explain to them.

In fact, he didn't even think about how to make it up.

But at the same time, he has no obligation to explain.

The two are Lothar's attendants.

Strictly speaking, a servant is not much different from a servant on the surface. They all do the work of serving people, and the difference lies in the essence.

"That long black and soft hair, maybe it is the royal family of the Eastern Empire?"

"No, no, don't you feel her breath? It's really scary. It's just a woman, but the sense of danger it gives me is even better than that of a mountain lion."

Model said in a very firm tone: "She is a witch!"

"you sure?"

Model was silent for a while, then shook his head and said, "I'm not sure, but it's definitely not an ordinary person. You know my intuition, which has always been reliable."

Ryan nodded approvingly: "I didn't expect the young master to know a witch. It is said that only two witch advisors were hired in the entire Crusaders in Gaul."

"Does this mean our journey will be much safer?"

"Perhaps, but it could also be quite the opposite."

There was a hint of sadness on Model's face: "Witches are mysterious, powerful, and beautiful. But at the same time, they are also dangerous, terrifying, and awe-inspiring."

"I can't imagine why she would follow the young master to say something ugly. The young master is really not worthy of the role of a witch."

"Hey, buddy, you're thinking too much. Maybe it's because of love? A witch falls in love with a handsome knight. It's said in novels. The young master is the most handsome knight I've ever seen."

"In short, this is not something we should consider. We are just servants, and they are not so formal servants. The young master is our lord, and we are not qualified to comment on this."

Model was silent for a long time, nodded and said: "Yes, Ryan, what you said is very reasonable. From today onwards, we will no longer be called 'Master'. He is our loyal 'lord', even if It is the Earl, and he can no longer order us, we only obey him."

Ryan patted Model on the shoulder: "Don't underestimate the young master. He may be younger than us, but he is also smarter than us. He will guide us on the right path."

He paused slightly, and added: "Even if it's wrong, we may not be able to do better if we come here."

Model smiled: "Maybe, I hope I'm just thinking too much."

The two attendants were also a little confused. They didn't know what kind of future they could usher in by following Lothar. Would they be canonized as knights one day, or would they die suddenly and long due to a disease before they reached the Holy Land?
Nobody knows.

"May Heavenly Father bless His devout believers, Amen."

(End of this chapter)