People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 603 Philip
"Your Majesty, you are here."

Urdin was still wearing the simple bishop's robes, and behind him followed his deputy, a leper who wrapped himself tightly. This man was also from a noble family. After contracting the disease, he was sent to a monastery outside Jerusalem that specialized in taking in lepers.

After hearing about Urddin's deeds, he went all the way to the Crusade front and became Urddin's follower.

There are quite a few lepers in the Order of Saint Lazarus. Although people in the world regard leprosy as a curse from God, in fact, this disease is not easy to contract. Only children and the elderly, who have low immunity, are likely to be infected.

Baldwin IV nodded slightly and said, "Sir Urdin, how is Lothar doing now? Are you helpless?"

"Your wound is not in your body, but in your soul."

Ulding sighed softly, "A demon dragon with divine power is fighting with you for control of your body. The two souls are like two people wrestling on the ground, and it is difficult to tell them apart. There is nothing I can do about this."

Not only did he feel helpless, even Prajna, an expert at the soul level and former gatekeeper of hell, could only transform himself into the fire of hell to ensure that only the ghost dragon's soul would be burned without hurting Lothar.

Baldwin asked in return: "Divinity?"

"That's right. The enemy's spellcaster holds a powerful artifact of divine grade in his hand. It has elevated the status of this evil creature. In layman's terms, you are currently fighting with a ghost at the soul level."

Godfrey felt dizzy and felt like he was listening to a fairy tale.

The young man who had come to the holy land and was about to accomplish great deeds was now fighting with a ghost?

The little witch was quite knowledgeable and asked, "How long can Lord Lothar hold on? My teacher has been detained by Tancred's mistress and cannot be freed in the short term. If there is another month, my teacher will definitely be able to help."

Anna is the guardian of the Eastern Empire. She is from the royal family of the Eastern Empire and is more deeply bound to her forces than spellcasters from other forces. It is impossible for her to abandon the imperial army that is fighting with the "false king" Tancred on Sicily and come to treat Lothar's injuries.

Ulding shook his head and said, "We have communicated with Ms. Anna. She has ordered her apprentices and other spellcasters of the association to look up information in the Imperial Library. But as of now, distant water cannot quench a nearby fire. For a dispute at the soul level, it seems that a day may have passed in there for several years. It should be useless."

Nishaya sighed: "The mysteries of soul science are too difficult. If you are not careful, you may easily drive yourself crazy. Even the teacher's research on soul science is very superficial."

Baldwin IV frowned and said, "Is there nothing the ladies can do?"

Ulding shook his head and said, "Of course, Madam Prajna has promised that you will be safe and sound. Your Majesty can relax. However, this result may not be what you are willing to accept. God gives, God takes back, and everything is God's will."

Baldwin IV breathed a sigh of relief. He nodded and said, "Lothar has made such great contributions to the cause of the Heavenly Father. I believe that the Heavenly Father will bless such a pious warrior."

"Your Majesty, you have been traveling a long way. Please go to your bedroom and rest. Have you been taking your medicine on time?"

The medicine was made by him and the little witch before he left, using his knowledge of herbal medicine. Although it still could not completely cure leprosy, it was still possible to maintain the current status quo.

Leprosy is ultimately a disease caused by bacteria. As long as we enhance the body's immunity, it may be difficult to eradicate it, but it should be no problem to control the disease.

Baldwin IV frowned and asked, "What is Sir Lothar's current condition? Can anyone visit him?"

Ulding shook his head and said, "Visiting is useless and only adds to the worries. You must trust the ladies' feelings for my master. They will definitely do their best and leave nothing unreserved."

Baldwin's frown relaxed: "Okay."

Saman sahib has been in a bad mood lately.

He paced around the room with his hands behind his back, muttering, "Those Franks are simply a bunch of uncivilized barbarians, and those two kings are the worst of the worst. Richard asked me to offer horses, and Philip seized my estate and demanded that I provide them with military rations. They are both like this. Do they really think I am a weak slave who can be bullied and taken away at will?"

"When Governor Adil enters the city, I will hang them myself. I will let them know the consequences of offending Bahram's descendants."

Since the two kings arrived in Semanud, the humiliation that Master Saman has suffered in these days is even greater than what Lothar had given him before.

He now missed the reign of Governor Mahri very much. At that time, he was almost like the lord of half of Semanud, the hidden king behind Mahri. All the lords of the place had to give him some face. But now he seemed like a wild dog that could be kicked by anyone who passed by.

"The demon duke is now staying indoors, most likely because he is still seriously injured. The Crusaders from all sides are fighting openly and secretly, and they are not subordinate to each other. As long as Adil sends people to attack the city, if our people can seize a city gate, the Crusaders will definitely be defeated!"

"If I achieve such merit, all Saracens will regard me as a hero, my trade routes will be smoother, and Saladin will not be exaggerating to appoint me as Grand Vizier."

he muttered.

"Master, there is a secret letter from outside."

A personal servant carefully handed over a roll of letter paper wrapped in a wooden tube.

"Bring it to me quickly!"

Adil hurriedly took the secret letter and looked at it. After just a quick glance, the expression on his face became gloomy.

"How can it be"

"How could he do this to me!"

His fingers holding the secret letter kept trembling, and he kept muttering, "I knew it, I knew it!"

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Master Saman sighed and sneered, "Before, I thought that the Demon Duke, the King of Gaul, and the King of Albion were all a group of robbers who took advantage of others, but I never thought that the Kurdish barbarians were so hateful!"

In the letter, Adil asked him not to use rumors to sow discord among the three factions of the Crusaders as he had done before, but to actually send out assassins to kill the Crusader princes and then put the blame on their enemies.

The danger of this kind of thing can be imagined.

Even if he did his job cleanly and dealt with the aftermath neatly, the Crusaders would not let him go.

Master Saman had reason to believe that even if he had not done it at all and the Crusader lords were really fighting among themselves, Philip or Richard would be happy to put the blame on him.

"Damn Kurdish barbarians!"

Saman kept cursing in a low voice, saying that the Franks were evil wolves and Adil was a hyena, both of them were a group of ungrateful people!

Master Saman tried to calm his anger and said in a low voice: "Pass my order. After nightfall tonight, take all the portable property and we will retreat to Tunisia!"

He has two pirate fleets under his command. The sailors are all his former slaves and confidants. They are loyal and reliable. At present, they are the only way out in Master Saman's heart.

As for assassinating the nobles of the Crusaders and instigating them to fight among themselves, he had no intention of doing that at all!
But some things will not happen unless he does it.

Reynald of Châtillon plunged his sword into the chest of the last assassin in front of him, his face splattered with blood. As a reward for his service to Philip, he was given a bottle of Storm Rider's potion, which, as the name suggests, can make his sword as fast as the wind.

Even though he was old, the power of the potion made him feel young again.

That's why he was able to survive this long-planned assassination.

He took out the dagger from his waist, cut off the assassin's head, which was obviously of European appearance, held it high in his hand, and let the blood spill on his face.

"I'm right here. Who wants to kill me? They want to kill the King of the Dead Sea, the greatest Crusader Knight!"

"come!"

He let out a roar like thunder, his face covered in blood, like an angry god.

"Who wants to kill me? Stand up!"

The Crusaders who gradually gathered around looked at each other in astonishment as Reynald stood among dozens of corpses. Among them were his guards and the attacking assassins. Everyone knew one thing clearly - something big had happened!
As a leading figure of the Queen Mother's party in the past, and a Crusader prince second only to Raymond of Tripoli in the whole of Jerusalem, he has gradually become silent since the comet-like rise of Duke Lothar.

But a lean camel is bigger than a horse, and his direct territory also lost Hebron.

Looking at the entire Crusades, he was considered a powerful figure with thousands of soldiers under his command.

This kind of person was assassinated in the street, and the assassins were all a group of Franks. This was really too subtle in the context of the two opposing factions of the Crusaders.

"Reynard!"

The crowd parted, and the young king in a blue suit with gold irises, the greatest Augustus, Philip II, walked slowly towards him with one hand on the sword at his waist.

He ignored the guards' attempts to stop him, walked straight up to Leonard and stretched out his hand.

"His Majesty!"

The crazy Leonard was stunned for a moment, then he knelt on the ground and kissed her hand.

He knew very well what kind of strength and skills the Gaul monarch possessed. Although Reynald was crazy, he was not a lunatic. He knew very well who he needed to cling to in order to regain his territory, or even go further and obtain a large fiefdom in Egypt.

As for the magic potion he had been given, as far as he knew, almost everyone in Philip's guard had drunk it.

"Lord Reynard, please believe me. I will not allow a despicable assassin to go unpunished. But now is the critical moment in our fight against the pagans. Under the watchful eyes of Heavenly Father, we must make a big deal out of a small one."

Philip helped Reynald up and spoke in a low voice.

In fact, he didn't believe that Richard would do such a thing. He was a proud lunatic and would never use such a despicable trick to cut off his most reliable arm in the Holy Land. But it didn't mean that he didn't intend to use this matter to attack Richard.

He was thinking about how to take advantage of Leonard's assassination to gain the greatest benefit for himself.

Philip suddenly leaped onto a table next to him. Although he was fully armed, his movements were extremely agile. Although he was not good at commanding troops in battle, he had drunk a lot of magic potions and had a very strong physical fitness.

"My fellow Christian warriors, my brothers in the sight of the Heavenly Father, just now, in front of you, a group of pagans disguised as crusaders assassinated Raynald of Chatillon, a warrior who always fought devoutly at the forefront of the war against the pagans."

"What does this mean?"

"Those despicable pagans are afraid of us. They don't have the courage to defeat the brave Christian warriors on the battlefield. They can only hope to use conspiracy and trickery to divide us and cause internal strife!"

"In order to prevent the pagans' conspiracy from succeeding, the Crusaders must have a unified voice!"

"Tomorrow, we must elect a Grand Marshal who will command all the Crusaders! Once the election results are announced, even I will obey his will during the war. The Crusaders will truly unite as one, and under the guidance of the Holy Light of Heavenly Father, we will liberate all Christian territories in Egypt!"

(End of this chapter)