People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 611 Dragon Blood Dependents
Fulin had actually calmed down long ago, she just needed a way out.

But Celinina felt that she was "sinful" and was too ashamed to "ask" for Fulin's forgiveness.

It was already evening when I came out of Fulin's room.

When Lothar came out of the lord's hall, he ran into Baron Charles, who had a black eye. When he saw Lothar coming, he immediately came forward with his head lowered, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Losa's eyes swept across his, but he said nothing, only asked, "What's wrong?"

"My lord, the pagan cavalry is too rampant. His Majesty Richard often attacked them before, making them dare not show their heads. I wonder if your prestige will be affected if you do not respond?"

Sir Charles chose his words carefully.

"If my prestige can be shaken so easily, then it can't be called prestige at all."

Lothar shook his head. "The Saracens are trying to find out our bottom line. It won't hurt to let them be arrogant for two more days."

He didn't plan to attack for the time being. After Lavinia became an elite, the strength of his entire team would increase dramatically. Only then would it be the time to truly confront the Saracens.

Losa said casually, "Charlie, I heard that you had a fight with someone in the tavern today?"

Charlie smiled a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."

Baron Charles was a very good young man. Although he was the second son of the family, the County of Flanders was the dominant power in the Low Countries at that time, and the Alsace family could be considered "prominent", much stronger than the Earldom of Aargau of Father Werner.

Moreover, Baron Charles, even before he swore allegiance to Lothar, had an admiring attitude towards him.

He was the Crusader noble who led the largest army except for the second son of Duke Raymond of Tripoli, but Charles was not like Raymond, who had reserved the position of Duke of Cyrenaica.

As for the tavern brawl, Losa had also heard about the cause.

It was because when he encountered the Saracen Black Gurams during the day, he did not take the initiative to attack, but chose to retreat.

This attracted gossip from some nobles who supported the other two kings.

After all, during the time when King Lionheart was sleeping, he launched attacks many times and won every battle. With this comparison, it is normal for them to gossip.

查理这小子当时正巧在场，一手套便抽过去了，可惜这小子武艺不精，被人一顿好揍。

"Win or lose?"

Charlie blushed and defended himself, "I wanted to have a fair knight fight with him, but he rushed at me with his fist raised."

Lothar couldn't help but patted his shoulder with a smile. It was hard not to get injured in the chaotic fight in the tavern.

"Charlie, I see your loyalty, so..."

Lothar paused for a moment and asked, "Do you want to have extraordinary power?"

"Of course, sir!"

Charlie immediately perked up and said excitedly, “I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time.”

"Come with me."

The two walked all the way to the prayer room where the statue of the angel was enshrined, and Losa motioned for Charlie to kneel down in front of the statue.

"Charlie, it may be painful next, but after you get through it, you will gain extraordinary power."

Lothar intends to promote Charlie to be his dragon-blooded follower, an ability that many higher dragon species possess.

Although he is not able to maintain the normal state of dragonization yet, the level of his dragon bloodline is higher than that of most high-level dragon species. If it were not for the protection of the system, he would not be worried that Charlie would not be able to survive the transformation process and die on the spot.

"Come on, you can gain extraordinary power just by enduring a little pain. If you hadn't said it yourself, how could this servant dare to think of such a good thing?"

Charlie looked eager to try. When he swore allegiance to Lothar, he gained a lot of combat experience, which greatly increased his strength. In his opinion, this was already an extraordinary power.

"Take off your clothes first. Yes, take them off completely."

Losa said something that could be easily misunderstood, but Charlie didn't do what he thought.

After all, how could someone as sacred as Lothar have such a despicable hobby?
Lothar nodded slightly and began to activate the dragon blood in his body. His arms were quickly covered with black triangular scales, and the scales were surrounded by illusory black mist. This was the result of him swallowing the ghost dragon.

He stretched out his hand and cut his palm, and the boiling hot dragon blood fell on Charlie's head. Normally, after he deliberately urged it, the dragon blood, which was not much lower in temperature than lava, would instantly burn Charlie into a torch.

But under the protection of the system's power, the dragon blood seemed to have life flowing through Charlie's body, seeping down from his pores.

Charlie let out a shrill scream, his face flushed red, and he almost passed out from the pain.

Lothar stopped the dragon's blood in time, observed Charlie's condition, turned around and went out.

Jeanna seemed to be attracted by the sound and frowned, "What's going on?"

"I transformed Charlie into a dragon blood follower and assigned someone to keep an eye on him. Every hour, I poured a basin of cold water on him to cool him down. The transformation process may take a whole night."

Jeanna breathed a sigh of relief: "You scared me. I didn't think it was possible."

Losa reached out and tapped Jeanna's forehead, saying unhappily, "Except for you, no one else would think so."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Go and arrange some people. We will go to the military camp to inspect it later. We must pick out a few troublemakers who don't follow military orders and chop them off to establish our authority."

"Row."

As the war was approaching, the atmosphere in the military camps did not seem very serious. Although some of the loose and disorderly pilgrims and crusaders were led by their respective noble lords, it was obvious that the noble lords did not expect them to be trained well and become an elite force.

And these pilgrims probably never considered that the “pagan demons” spoken of by the priests and old crusaders really had demonic powers.

But there is no time to train them now.

With the war approaching, is it possible to transfer them all to the recruit training camp in the rear for further training?

If we don't train in a boot camp that has the effect of accelerated training, but instead train on the spot and do some queue training every day, it will be of no use in just a few days.

During the time when Losa was in a coma, although Kurth was still handling military affairs, he was actually somewhat sluggish.

Kurth's loyalty to Lothar can be summed up in four simple words: "duty". Without the constraints of this duty, he would most likely choose to follow Fringilla and become a loyal lackey of the Devil of Destruction, plotting one conspiracy to destroy the world after another.

Lothar warned Jeanna, who was standing by his side, “When fighting the pagans, these pilgrims can only serve as logistics personnel. They should not be placed on the front battlefield. If they become disorderly, they may lead to the collapse of the main formation.”

Jeanna understood and said, "I think so too. Although a flock of sheep led by a male lion may be more powerful than a pack of wolves, I think it is more likely to turn the male lion into a sheep."

Cannon fodder is actually useful. It can consume the enemy's arrows and physical strength, or act as a meat shield to delay the enemy's main force.

But the outcome of this war mainly depends on the confrontation at the extraordinary level. Lothar hopes that these pilgrims will settle down here in the future and become his subjects.

A group of pilgrims in their prime, mostly men, are the most suitable laborers.

If Losa can gain a foothold here in the future, he will also encourage intermarriage between Copts and Frankish pilgrims, so that the two can gradually merge and even give birth to a new "overseas culture" - of course, this is all a story for later.

Nationality issues are not a big problem in this era.

"It's the Duke's flag. Duke Lothar is here to see us!"

"Long live Saint Rothar, long live the wielder of the Holy Spear!"

Wherever they went, the cheers of the Crusaders were heard and their morale was greatly boosted.

(End of this chapter)