People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 649: The Knights of Prague
Lothar took off his gauntlet, and a golden card with a halo appeared on his fingertips.

"What a beautiful Gwent card?"

Baron Charles, who was guarding nearby, exclaimed subconsciously.

The design of Gwent is completely imitated from yesterday's battleship card system.

However, no matter how fine the workmanship is, even if a lot of gold powder is used, a legendary card of great value cannot compare to the original one.

"My Lord, would you like to play a game of Gwent to relax?"

Looking at Baron Charlie's smiling face, Lothar said with a straight face: "It's been so many days, and the power of dragon blood has not been completely mastered. You still have the mind to play cards?"

After being scolded, Baron Charles retreated back to the team with a smirk.

Cherinina looked at the scene with some curiosity: "Sir, are there new colleagues coming soon?"

Lothar nodded: "Candle Knight, have you heard of it?"

Cherinina's usual indifferent expression could not help but change: "It's her, the number one swordsman in Germany. In the extraordinary world, her reputation is no less than that of Ms. Jeanne and Ms. Nightingale, the goddess of lanterns."

"anything else?"

Cherinina shook her head. "I don't know about the rest. The Candle Knight is a member of the Order of the Rose, which is a religious order. So strictly speaking, the Candle Knight is a nun, just like Ms. Jeanne. They are naturally opposed to the Wolf Clan and have never participated in the Apennine Knight Competition."

She thought for a moment and added, "Ms. Jeanne should know her better. After all, they are each other's biggest rivals."

"okay, I get it."

Lothar now has some understanding of the process of summoning followers. As far as he knows, the essence of this card is just a medium for summoning followers, not that the followers are really sealed inside.

With the Candle Knight's un-elite strength, it may be difficult for him to handle the task at the current stage.

But if it were in the world of simulated warfare, he would definitely be a powerful assistant to him.

After all, the simulated war world is also in yesterday's giant ship world, but the timeline is different. This means that when the Candle Knight is summoned, he will most likely be able to retain all his strength, instead of being directly summoned to this world and having his strength compressed back to the first level without eliteization.

After coming up with this idea, Losa did not try it rashly, but consulted the system immediately to see if this idea was feasible.

He had studied the system before. This thing doesn't have much intelligence. Even in AI, it is considered to be relatively stupid. However, it is still okay to consult some simple questions, but you must ask clearly.

Even if this is feasible, but once the Candle Knight is summoned, there is no way to summon him back to this world, it would be a big loss.

Soon, a smile appeared on his face.

I didn't expect that an idea that came to my mind on a whim would actually work.

He originally thought that he could only fight the mock battle alone, but now he had the help of a helper who was as famous as Knight Yao and whose strength was at the peak. He felt that he could fully carry out this mock battle.

In addition, if you can take advantage of the simulated battle to build up a good relationship with the Candle Knight, you can also gain a new talent.

Among the three talents of the Candle Knight, the one that is most useful to Lothar is undoubtedly the "Magic Swordsman" talent.

He himself is not a pure swordsman. His highest attribute is mental power. If he can add mental power to any attribute during war, it will definitely be an explosive improvement for him. It can effectively make up for his current shortcoming of insufficient attack power.

As for the Swift Sword and the Mental Shield.

The former requires the unique light and shadow skills of the Candle Knight, and Lothar's strongest combat power is no longer fighting with a human body. Even if he masters an exquisite swordsmanship, he can hardly use it.

The latter is definitely a god-level talent for fragile spellcasters.

But although Lothar has always focused on mental strength, he is not a fragile person. Although his mental defense is high, it is not as good as his "abnormal" physical defense. This replacement is a complete negative improvement for him.

...

Yesterday's World of Warships, Kingdom of Bohemia, Prague.

"Ms. Viviana!"

The well-dressed butler, with his white hair neatly combed, said respectfully, "Congratulations on winning another championship knight's crown."

A female knight wearing a black and white robe and with long platinum hair sat on the steps beside the garden corridor. Her sword was placed across her legs. On the cover of a book was written "Faust" in large gold letters.

Hearing this, she didn't even raise her head, but just sighed softly: "Mr. John, please give me some private space?"

"I'm sorry, miss, but it's time for you to receive visitors."

Viviana closed the book with some regret.

"Tell me, who are they?"

The butler showed a trace of apology on his face. He took out the pocket watch from his lapel and checked the time: "The first guest is your Majesty's nephew, Count Hoffmann of Nuremberg; the second guest is your cousin, Knight William of the Teutonic Knights."

Viviana sighed softly.

The emperor of the Habsburg family and the relatives of the Hohenzollern family were Viviana's biggest supporters. Others could still refuse them, but guests from these two parties had to be received with caution no matter what.

This is the source of her current status.

However, no one had ever asked her whether she wanted such a status, like a precious instrument or a rare bird, being sent to various parts of the country for display, rehearsing with swordsmen who set every move, performing flashy scenes and winning the whole audience's applause.

Everyone was amazed, amazed at her own beauty and gorgeous swordsmanship, praising herself as the Flower of the Empire, a figure on par with the Knight of Glory and the Goddess of Lanterns, and regarded whether or not one could visit her as a benchmark to prove their status.

Who wants this kind of scene?

emperor?

Father?

But it’s definitely not me!
She stood up.

The garden has beautiful buildings and carved beams, and large areas of blooming orange marigolds emit a charming fragrance. This is the most beautiful time of the year in Prague, but she has not abandoned those worldly troubles, the inherent rights and responsibilities, and the possibility of quietly appreciating the beauty.

"Except for these two, can I refuse to meet the rest of the guests?"

The housekeeper couldn't help but look embarrassed: "I'm afraid. No."

As one of the most prosperous cities under the rule of the empire, coupled with the grand scale of the knightly tournament, the city's population is probably as high as one million, only slightly inferior to Vienna in the entire empire.

Therefore, there are countless high-ranking German nobles gathered in Prague today, including many powerful nobles from Hungary, Veneto and Illyria.

Although they were excluded from the empire, as Habsburg crown territories, they were also important pillars of the empire and could not be ignored.

Therefore, even though Butler John had screened a large number of people, there were still dozens of nobles of high status who needed Viviana to meet one by one in the next few days.

Not only that, Prague is also an industrial center second only to the Rhineland in the empire. There are many big businessmen and city councilors here, such as the sponsors of this athletic competition or the municipal officials appointed by the emperor.

The visits of these people cannot be completely ignored.

"Okay, Mr. John, can you give me another minute? I want to get some fresh air."

Miss Viviana's request was not excessive, and could even be said to be a little humble. The butler couldn't help but reveal a trace of heartache on his face. He softened his tone and said softly, "Please hurry up, Miss."

However, time flies.

A minute flies by.

"Miss, we should go and receive the visitors."

Butler John reminded.

However, the only response he got was a few pigeons flying up from the garden.

He couldn't help but emphasize his tone: "Miss?"

Unfortunately, there is still no response.

He stepped forward hastily.

All that remained was a copy of "Faust" blown open by the wind. The first thing that caught my eye was this sentence: "The factory sheds were high, the seats were ready, and everyone was looking forward to a joyous scene.

They sit with their heads held high, looking smug and eager for something new to happen.

"

John's body trembled for a long time before a sharp cry came out of his throat: "Someone, Miss Viviana is missing!"