People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 605 Return of the King

As the four horses galloped, Master Saman's shrill screams reached the sky.

The ladies who watched this scene took up their handkerchiefs to cover their faces. Some of them were really scared, but most of them were just pretending. There were many noble ladies who dared to go to war with the army, such as Leonard's wife and Baroness Stephanie. They really dared to take up guns and mount horses and fight like knights.

"Tsk, do you Franks like to watch this kind of torture?"

Amid the excited shouts, the Kurdish cavalry captain Abraham Abdullah asked the Knight of Ulm beside him in his Gaulish accent.

Although the Kurdish cavalry he commanded had mediocre results after most of them died in battle following King Nur ad-Din's son Saleh and switched allegiance to Lothar, he was still a powerful figure and qualified to participate in the military council.

Ulm said noncommittally: "It's not just the Franks. Look at the Coptic recruit behind. Isn't he watching very enthusiastically?"

In fact, Galio wasn't just cheering, he was cheering loudly.

"Okay, good kill!"

Abdullah has soldiers under his command, and his rank is equivalent to that of a mercenary leader. Ulm is currently the sheriff of the city of Semanud, and he also manages hundreds of "patrolmen" under him. Both of them are qualified to attend military meetings.

Galio was elected as a representative of the Coptic recruits.

After all, the two instructors of the Long Sword Company, Hans and Veneto, both have titles conferred by Lothar himself and can sit at the table without holding any position. Since the military council has to vote on resolutions, the more people the better, and he is just there to make up the numbers.

By the time the torn pieces of Master Saman's body were cleared away, Galio's face was still red.

He simply couldn't believe that Master Saman, who was once so high and mighty that his spit could drown a small person like them, was executed in public, and he was lucky enough to be chosen as a spectator.

This feeling is so wonderful!
"Gentlemen, the spies have been executed, but we must not let our guard down. The Saracens fear us, and their intention to divide us is so clear that we must elect a new Grand Marshal.

I, Philip Augustus, swear in the name of God that I will ensure the fairness of this election and approve its results. "

As he spoke, he placed his hand on the ceremonial cross in front of him, indicating that what he said was under the witness of God.

After he finished speaking, the Crusaders present made the sign of the cross in front of themselves to show their agreement with what Philip said.

Soon, someone stood up.

"Your Majesty, I am Charles of Alsace. I nominate Lord Lothar von Habsburg, the wielder of the Holy Lance, the Duke of Lower Egypt, the Count of Transjordan, the General of the Limassol Military District, the Grand Master of the Order of Saint Lazarus, and the Lord of Hebron, as Grand Marshal."

People looked at him in surprise.

Soon, someone recognized him as the second son of Thierry Alsace, the Count of Flanders, who was very powerful in Europe.

"I am sorry, Sir Charles."

Charles asked back: "Why, am I not qualified to nominate, or is Lord Lothar not qualified to be elected?"

Philip II still had a smile on his face. The Gaul king was handsome and well-mannered. Everyone who got along with him would feel comfortable, yet maintain just the right distance so as not to undermine his majesty.

At the very least, in Galio's eyes, Master Saman, who claimed to be the descendant of Bahram, the King of Kings, was not even worthy of carrying the shoes of the Gaul King in terms of his personal aura.

Philip sighed helplessly, "Sir Lothar is certainly qualified to be nominated, but this military meeting was held partly because Sir Lothar was unable to perform his duties as the Grand Marshal."

"Duke Lothar is undoubtedly the greatest contributor to the Crusades. Without him, there would be no Semanude, Damietta, and the endless supply of military supplies to Port Ella. In the Battle of Galilee, His Majesty Baldwin and Lord Lothar jointly achieved a hearty victory. Even now, when I hear people talk about it, I still feel fascinated."

"But Lord Lothar has not appeared in public for half a month due to illness. This is well known."

Philip expressed his admiration for Lothar at the right time, which also won him the favor of many Crusaders.

Richard snorted coldly. If Philip had not taken the initiative to propose an alliance with him to fight against Lothar, he would probably have thought that this cunning fox was a fanatical admirer of Lothar.

"Your Majesty Philip, you flatter me."

"How can you say it's a compliment?"

Philip frowned and was about to retort that it would be beneficial for him to clear Lothar's name since this powerful rival had already been eliminated early anyway.

However, the sound came so suddenly, as if it was far away, but also as if it was ringing next to my ear.

Not far from him, the witch consultant who had cast an invisibility spell couldn't help but look startled. The man who was speaking had a very strong mental power. Even if he was inferior to her, he was only a step away. He was at least a high-level wizard.

The voice came from behind Galio.

He turned his head suddenly and saw the great man who had once sat on the back of a giant horse and, with a wave of his hand, led thousands of troops behind him to trample upon the city of Semanude.

Lothar looked at the Gallic monarch whom he met for the first time with a faint smile on his face.

He never looked down on the most prominent monarch in Europe. If Lothar's goal was to become the king of the Eastern Franks, then Philip II was the rightful king of all Franks.

In the timeline of Losa's previous life, it was this King Philip who laid the foundation for the Capetian dynasty, becoming the cornerstone of the most prominent family in all of Europe. Until he traveled through time, Spain was still ruled by the Bourbon royal family (Valois, Bourbon, and Orleans are all branches of the Capetian dynasty).

But now, you are praising me so much.

If I don't admit it, wouldn't it seem like I'm being disrespectful to you?

The Crusaders present gradually recovered.

"Who is that?"

"That suit of armor. Is it Lord Lothar's?"

There was a chaotic chatter among the crowd.

But when that figure raised a holy spear surrounded by golden light, all the discussions turned into cheers.

"Long live!"

"The Duke is safe. This is God's will!"

"Long live Saint Rosa!"

The vast majority of the Crusaders on the three sides, no matter which faction they belonged to, shouted like a tsunami almost at the same time. It was because Lothar's deeds were too legendary, as if as long as he was there, he would definitely bring them victory.

Reynald of Châtillon gritted his teeth and stared at the man who had taken away his Hebron and his title of Count, killed his adopted son, and was the most likely suspect in the death of his ex-wife.

He clenched his fists. "This lucky guy, he is actually fine! God, why do you favor such a nobody and ignore me, a warrior who is fighting on the front line of the Crusades?"

Lothar's eyes swept across the familiar and unfamiliar faces, and finally stopped at the face of the King of Jerusalem, who was sitting on the main seat and looking at him with a smile.

He nodded slightly and said, "I'm fine. Sorry to have worried you."

Baldwin IV smiled and shook his head, pointing in the direction of Philip II - Go, it's time for you to show your talent, take back the position that belongs to you, and make these high and mighty European monarchs bow to you.

(End of this chapter)