People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 68 Assassin

The treasurer who came in a hurry happened to meet Earl Philip who left angrily.

"My lord, did you have a conflict with Earl Philip?"

Lothar nodded and said: "He wanted to declare his authority to me, but unfortunately, his nose was ashamed."

Financial Officer Richard said seriously: "My lord, His Excellency Philip has a high prestige in the Knights, because he is a very generous commander, and many people have received his favor."

The implication is that I naturally hope that Lothar can handle this matter carefully.

"What do you think he'll do to me?"

Richard hesitated for a moment, and said: "It is nothing more than inciting those knights and sergeants who have been favored by him to obey your orders. Then catch your omissions and use them as a means of attacking you in the meeting. It is best to be able to Call on the nobles who are close to him to put pressure on His Majesty to remove you from your post."

Lothar nodded slightly, he could also think of these methods.

Nothing brilliant at all.

But if it is not clever, it does not mean that it is ineffective.

"Richard, if you tell me this, aren't you afraid that one day Earl Philip will make trouble for you when he becomes the head of the regiment?"

Richard looked at Lothar, who was smiling but not smiling, with a calm expression: "My lord, I really like what you said in the hall. The situation in the Holy Land is at stake. If we don't unite, we will all become the ghosts of the heretics."

Lothar nodded.

"I hope this Philip will be wiser and leave me alone."

The total strength of the Knights is so small, if it is split by Earl Philip, this is absolutely intolerable to Lothar.

It is actually easy to deal with Philip, just throw a pair of iron gloves at him in public.

Lothar is sure of victory.

The martial Franks have always followed only the strong.

Even if Philip refused to fight, his reputation would be discredited, and it was impossible to cause any more waves.

It was with such confidence that Guy challenged Belian at the beginning.

But the result turned out to be quite the opposite. Belian, who was helped by the unknown witch, was like a god descending from the earth, and with an old punch, Guy of Lusignan was stunned.

"Come with me, Treasurer, I have something to ask you."

Lothar turned and walked back to the hall.

After a busy afternoon.

The affairs of the Knights began to get on the right track, and various backlogs of documents were sent to the main hall for Lothar to read and deal with.

In fact, there are many trivial matters in the knight order, such as the small friction between colleagues, two knights fought because the other side took an extra part of the fiefdom.

Or in the palace, a piece of oriental porcelain was lost some time ago.

After investigation, it was someone who stole it, how to deal with it.

There are countless such small matters, and usually, Baron Godfrey probably waved his hand and handed them over to Earl Philip.

The end of such decentralization is that Earl Philip can split a faction in the Knights to compete with Lothar, the head of the king's own grand master.

In the evening, Lothar put down the quill in his hand. He had finished reading the last document, and had a deeper understanding of the internal context of the Knight Order.

After Baron Godfrey and his cronies were transferred from the Royal Knights, many positions were vacant.

But these positions cannot be directly awarded to the cavalry loyal to Lothar, because they do not have the title of knight, and as civilians, they cannot convince the crowd at all.

And Lothar was unwilling to make an exception to promote these cavalry who had not made much contribution as knights. It was a kind of grace to be able to select them as cavalry.

This made Lothar only choose to recruit talents from within the Knights and place them in various key positions.

This is also a good thing. If it is done properly, it can buy a large number of people's hearts.

Lothar stood up and moved his hands and feet.

Under the candlelight, Banruo was holding a book and reading it. Looking at the cover, it should be a theological classic; on the other side, Fringira was already lying on the table, sleeping soundly.

"Hans, Banruo, the three of us have been sitting here all afternoon, and it's time to move around."

Prajna closed the book and got up.

Hans asked: "My lord, where are we going? Do we need armor?"

"It's in the palace, it won't go far, and it shouldn't be in danger. I'm going to see if those knight masters are lazy, and pick a few and beat them."

Lothar ordered.

Both grace and grace.

The new official took office three fires.

He planned to pick a few people to make an example to others, lest these people think that he was easy to talk and dare to stand on Earl Philip's side to trip him up.

A group of people walked in the palace.

Even the royal palace is not brightly lit in the middle of the night, and many places are completely dark, except for a dim oil lamp burning in the corridor.

Lothar warned Hans: "This corridor connects the two main halls. If someone lurks in, this is the only way to go. According to common sense, people must be patrolled. Write it down, and ask Richard later, who is responsible defense of the area."

Continue walking down the hallway.

It was dark, and Lothar wrapped his burqa tightly, feeling a little cold tonight.

Hans suddenly stopped in his tracks, and said hurriedly, "My lord, there is a bloody smell!"

Hans' pupils shone with a faint green light in the dark rainy night.

He knelt down and pointed to the corner of a stone pillar. By the candlelight, he could vaguely see a drop of bright red: "There are fresh blood stains here, as if they were left not long ago."

Lothar frowned and said in a low voice: "Hans, how many people do you think the other party has?"

Hans hesitated.

"Trust your gut!"

"About ten, the risk should not be high."

"Looks like we're lucky."

Lothar joked.

This should not be due to his bad luck, because he met an assassin on the first day of taking office, but because Earl Philip wanted to show him his muscles.

A group of subordinates who were loyal to him were transferred away, which led to loopholes in the palace's defense.

"That idiot!"

Lothar cursed secretly, and now there is a reason to kick Count Philip out of the Knights, but the other party is the Count, and he cannot be executed because of such a big omission.

"Let's go, we can't let these assassins succeed, otherwise I'll lose my position as the head of the regiment after less than a day."

On both sides of the corridor, the sound of pattering rain gradually sounded.

The rain that had been brewing for a long time finally started to fall.

Hans was at the forefront.

He has a werewolf's outstanding sense of smell, even in human form, he can follow the traces of the enemy by following the smell of blood.

Soon, Lothar heard the faint sound of fighting coming from the front.

A knight who was seriously injured and dying was lying on the ground, one of his legs had been severed, bleeding out.

"Big, head of the big group, hurry up and save Her Royal Highness, they are Assassins."

Seeing Lothar, the knight seemed to be grasping at straws.

Lothar's expression changed slightly.

It is said that Hawthorne, the first old man in the mountain, bought a castle in Sassanid Persia with a huge sum of money, named it "Grizzly's Nest", and built a heaven on earth in it.

There are countless beauties, delicacies, and fine wines.

He adopts young children all over the world, trains them to be assassins, sends them to the "Kingdom of Heaven" to enjoy, and drives them out in a daze one day.

After waking up, the Assassin assassins, like drug addicts imprisoned, wholeheartedly want to "get redemption" and return to the kingdom of heaven.

So they have no fear of death at all, on the contrary, death is their pursuit.

This is a group of very difficult dead soldiers!

Lothar didn't care to heal the knight, pulled out his armed sword, and ran towards the inside. The leather boots with chain armor leggings stepped on the mud, splashing a large amount of muddy water.

Just after rushing through a corridor, the sharp knife fell towards Lothar with the sound of howling wind.

Lothar raised his armed sword, easily blocked the knife, and slashed directly at the opponent with majestic force.

The bloody head rolled to the ground, and the assassin who launched the surprise attack was decapitated by Lothar before he even saw him face to face.

The sudden drop in temperature at night made the white smoke from Lothar's mouth clearly visible.

The blood magic, the blood waterfall has been activated!
(End of this chapter)