People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 61

Alone, Lothar slowly walked towards the center of the hall.

The front of his special plate armor is printed with the coat of arms of King David's Cross, holding a helmet with black feather decoration in his left hand, and a black cloak with eagle emblem painted on his shoulders.

On the hilt of the armed sword worn at his waist, there is a huge red gemstone inlaid.

His attire was completely different from the first time he made a speech in this hall.

At this moment, at first glance, he looked like the noble crown prince of a kingdom, with a strong sense of heroism and nobility.

Facing the questioning, angry, disdainful, or suspicious gazes of many nobles, Lothar showed no fear on his face.

He even took a leisurely look around, nodding to the nobles in every direction.

The King of Jerusalem never made a decision in the Holy Land.

But what really caused the king's authority to plummet was because Baldwin IV's leprosy had become more and more serious, and he had not appeared in public for a long time.

Prior to this, due to the oriental tradition and the blessing of theocracy, the king of Jerusalem, who was able to use the cross of King David as his coat of arms, had a considerable say in the Holy Land.

"Baron Lothar, how dare you lead a team of armored warriors directly into the sacred palace?"

"You are rude to many nobles!"

"Is that what Count Werner taught you?"

Guy of Lusignan, staring at a pair of bloodshot eyes, shouted: "Guards, don't you hurry up and expel this impolite man?"

He hated the house and black, he regarded losing to Belian as a great shame and humiliation, and naturally he didn't have the slightest affection for Lothar.

The guards looked at each other, but no one moved a step.

These guards in red and white blouses are all sergeants belonging to the Royal Knights, and Earl Raymond has just announced the king's appointment of the new Grand Master.

Lothar smiled and said: "Sorry, everyone, whether you agree or not, from the beginning of today, I am the Grand Leader of the Royal Knights of Jerusalem."

"I will be responsible for the security of the palace, so I will lead my armored cavalry and sergeants to patrol here, which is not considered rude."

Baron Godfrey nodded and said: "That's true. As the former grand master of the Royal Knights of Jerusalem, I affirm that Baron Lothar's actions are all legal."

Guy blushed with anger, and gave Lothar and Godfrey a hard look.

"Everyone, listen to me."

Lothar did not return to his seat, but went straight to the table in front of him that was covered with delicious food and wine, picked up a wine glass, and drank the cold wine in one gulp.

Earl Leonard, who couldn't hold back his anger for a long time, said angrily: "Enough, Lothar, what more tricks do you want to play?"

Lothar glanced at Count Leonard, smiled and said, "I just want to say a few words through this banquet."

"His Majesty the King is not dead. I know many of you are looking forward to this day, and start attacking each other for no reason, opposing for the sake of opposing, trying to grab more power and wealth, regardless of the upcoming threat."

"People always like to think about the good. Some people want to use the Crusades called by the Pope to resist the heretics, and even use this sharp knife to open up territories for themselves-anyway, the Crusaders will always let's go."

"But they might not have the same thoughts as you?"

Lothar looked around, but did not receive the expected rebuttal.

In fact, after learning that the three European kings had postponed the Eastern Expedition, the nobles in Jerusalem also had this idea in their hearts.

When all the crusader states were defeated and all the old crusaders occupying the pits were dead, wouldn't it be more rewarding for them to come out to clean up the mess?
As far as nobles are concerned, it is only normal that their mouths are full of faith and their hearts are full of interests.

Lothar suddenly noticed Earl Thierry, who was standing not far away with an embarrassed face.

With a smile on his face, he raised his glass and said, "Of course, except for someone as noble as Count Thierry. I believe that he is a pure knight who came to the Holy Land for the will of the heavenly father."

He changed the subject, and continued without waiting for Count Thierry to reply:

"It's time to end this, at least, before defeating Saladin."

"We all know that even if the three kings stop making peace immediately and march to Jerusalem together, it will not be possible to reach the Holy Land within a year or so."

"It is impossible for the army to move as fast as dozens or hundreds of crusaders."

"Before this, with us alone, is it really Saladin's opponent?"

Leonard suddenly stood up and slapped his chest: "Under the blessing of the True Cross, the soldiers of the Heavenly Father will be invincible! Whoever dares to propose peace with Saladin is treason!"

Lothar looked surprised: "Who said he was going to make peace with Saladin? People like Count Thirière and I came to the Holy Land to defend Jerusalem. We must fight, but we must also be united!"

"Ah."

Leonard sneered.

Regent, Raymond nodded and said: "Indeed, war is inevitable. As the weak side, we must unite as one."

The nobles all showed expressions of approval.

But just like the political correctness that the later generations of Europe pay attention to, "unity and solidarity" are just beautiful words that can be said at any time.

Nobody can really do that.

Power is a beautiful poison, with a terrifying charm that makes people die.

Some are even willing to make deals with heretics in order to drink this poison.

At this time, an attendant wearing an Arabic-style robe slowly walked out of the corridor connecting the main hall, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Baron Lothar, Your Majesty has summoned you."

"Everyone, I'll go first, I hope you can think about what I said."

Lothar nodded, and followed the attendant into the corridor leading to the inner hall.

Only the aristocrats who were talking about it were left behind.

"This Lothar, where did you get such a group of knights wearing Milanese plate armor?"

"Oh, it's nothing more than a flashy thing bought at a high price."

"That's right, it is said that the desert bandit's wealth can fill an entire castle. He is the cavalry hired with this money, right?"

"This money should belong to Leonard, right? Haha, it's so funny!"

In terms of defense, the half-body plate armor is indeed no stronger than the exquisite chain armor, but the half-body plate armor is more flexible and lighter. It requires higher craftsmanship, but it is not as cumbersome as the chain armor.

Earl Leonard smiled at his followers and said, "Heh, even a brat is going to step on us now, the Grand Leader of the Royal Knights, heh, has any of you ever seen such a young man?" Chief?"

Someone lowered his voice and muttered, "Why hasn't that leper been called yet?"

The crowd pretended not to hear, but Earl Leonard gave him a hard look.

Can this kind of thing be said here?
Baron Godfrey greeted Lothar's subordinates and shouted: "Everyone, come and sit at the same table with my knights; there are two honorable ladies, please sit here."

In the dark palace, the room is still burning with aromatherapy.

Lothar looked at Baldwin IV. His condition seemed to be getting worse. One arm could not move at all, so he could only use his other hand to point to the opposite seat with difficulty.

"sit down."

"Your Majesty, your body"

Baldwin IV shook his head slightly, picked up a chess piece, and took the first step: "In the next period of time, we can meet often. There is no rush to discuss this matter."

"I heard about your recent performance, and you did not disappoint me."

Lothar also picked up a chess piece, and took the first step: "Thanks to your esteem, I have to be awarded the title of Baron and the post of Grand Commander before I have achieved an inch of merit. I am terrified."

"Oh, I've said it all. That incident was my fault for planning. You have done your best, so naturally you deserve credit."

Baldwin IV shook his head slightly. His movements were always unhurried. It was obviously due to leprosy, but he didn't have the slowness of a patient at all. Instead, he gave people a sense of calmness.

"Lothar, Saladin is a very powerful enemy. I defeated him once in Mengisa, and I also lost to him in the Valley of Springs. I know him very well."

"Reynard will not be his opponent, Tiberias, Raymond is very smart, but he lacks courage, his territory is concentrated in the north of Jerusalem, if only the southern territory is cut off, I think he will be willing to follow Saladin made the treaty."

Lothar nodded and said: "Saladin is really powerful. I really didn't expect that he would break the tacit understanding between us and King Sasan in this way."

Bow your head and admit your mistake.

It sounds simple, but how difficult is it for a king in a high position?
"It was I who overestimated Sasanian King's determination and underestimated Saladin's determination."

Baldwin IV sighed lightly: "Lothar, grow up quickly, I can help you as much as possible, but you have to defend this kingdom for me."

Lothar nodded: "I will do my best, but it is difficult, Your Majesty."

"For those who perform miracles, there will always be miracles, Lothar."

The eyes under Baldwin IV's mask were a little dazed.

(End of this chapter)