In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

The game continues.

From time to time the bodies of knights and horses were carried out of the arena.

Lothar's opponent in the second round was the poor knight he had seen before, who had flirted with the aristocratic lady in the stands off the court.

Not only was he wearing a cheap ridged helmet on his head, but his blouse had also been starched and turned white, and there were even faint traces of rust on the rings on the armor.

Although his martial arts skills were pretty good, Lothar still defeated him easily.

He had no idea of ​​adult beauty, because he was sure that even if he deliberately lost to this poor knight, this man would still be eliminated in the next battle.

The opponent in the next match may not be as kind as myself.

The possibility of this poor knight spilling his blood on the spot was too high.

He obviously understood this and sincerely thanked me: "Thank you for your mercy."

Lothar shook his head: "You're welcome, but with all due respect, you must at least get a decent suit of armor before participating in the competition."

The poor knight's face was full of bitterness: "I originally hoped to defeat a rich knight in the first round so that I could use the opponent's armor, but unfortunately my opponent was also a landless knight like me."

"In short, it's better not to take such risks. For you, the competition field is sometimes more cruel than the battlefield."

"On a chaotic battlefield, even a peasant soldier wearing commoners and holding a dung fork may kill a noble knight, but on the tourney, this can never be done."

The poor knight sighed. These words compared him to a humble peasant soldier. In the eyes of some knights who thought highly of themselves, it was tantamount to humiliation.

But he could understand the well-intentioned advice.

What's more, for a poor knight without a fief, he never thought that he was really any nobler than the peasants and soldiers working in the fields.

"Thank you for your advice. I am Ned Stark from Holstein. After the contest, I will give the ransom to your squire."

Lothar waved his hand: "No need, you should keep the money for yourself and buy some decent armor. Your martial arts are good, but the equipment is holding you back."

He glanced at the aristocratic lady in the stands, who was holding a handkerchief with a worried face, and said with deep meaning: "May Heavenly Father bless you and make all your wishes come true."

Although such an opponent is easy to deal with, there is not much money to be squeezed out of it.

It is not in line with his values ​​to force others to give up everything and squeeze out such a small amount of money as ransom.

"Thank you for your generosity."

Ned's face was full of gratitude: "May Heavenly Father bless a morally noble person like you, enable you to make great achievements and everything goes smoothly."

Lothar waved his hand and left the arena.

As time goes by, the sky becomes brighter and brighter.

The clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, revealing the dazzling sun.

Lothar has experienced many opponents.

Church knights from Cologne, monk knights from a certain small order of knights, and noble knights like Abelardo who pursue honor and have deep pockets.

They come from Lombardy, Gaul, Albion, and Germania. This knight competition has gathered almost half of the knights in Christendom.

Quite a number of them have the same goal as Lothar, and are planning to go to Venice to take a boat, or take the overland route through the Eastern Empire to go to the Holy Land to participate in the Eastern Expedition.

Only the knights of Iberia, still at the forefront of the Reconquest, were absent.

Although the power of the Moors has languished, a lean camel is bigger than a horse, plus the support of Morocco and other countries behind them.

It was already the front line of the Crusades, and it was unrealistic to allocate any amount of force to the Holy Land.

After several rounds of fighting and watching, Lothar had to admit that in most cases, the richer the knight, the stronger he was.

Two wealthy knights from Lombardy even wore half-plate armor, which was very rare in this era (not historical fact), and it was difficult for opponents to break through their defenses.

Even excluding the factors of equipment, rich knights are still generally more powerful.

On the one hand, they usually eat more meat and have stronger physiques.

On the other hand, they can also hire better and more expensive knight coaches and swordsmanship coaches, or simply come from a distant family and have some kind of martial arts inheritance.

The poor in literature and rich in martial arts has always been the same principle at all times and in all countries.

Fortunately, Lothar's father, Count Werner, was a knight with strong martial arts skills. In addition, he gained a lot of wealth from the Crusades, so Lothar could barely fall into the category of "rich knight".

Finally, there were fewer and fewer contestants.

Lothar's rest time is also getting shorter and shorter. He often returns to the battlefield shortly after defeating his opponent, and after two or three rounds.

He felt like a bow whose string was getting tighter and tighter.

Hans still had too little combat experience. Although his attributes were not weak, he still defeated three opponents but unfortunately lost.

Fortunately, the opponent did not have much advantage. After defeating him, he was unable to pursue the victory and could only barely stay standing, so there was no room for asking for ransom.

Hans won three victories and won 30 Suredes gold coins of different qualities. The losers were all quite wealthy, so they decided to spend money to redeem their beloved mounts and precious armor.

Lothar's luck was far worse.

Most of his opponents were poor men who stumbled in by relying on martial arts and luck. Even if they won, the ransom they could earn was very limited.

Lothar even received silver dinar coins that were black in color, indicating how little silver they contained.

However, he finally accepted the other party's offer.

He didn't want to be too stingy and insist on taking off the old armor of average quality from his opponent, making the scene too ugly.

A reputation for generosity was important to a knight.

If you spend too much money, you will easily be nicknamed "The Jew of Allgäu" and "Shylock of Allgäu" by the knights and bards present.

Of course, it was not yet the Renaissance and the classic "The Merchant of Venice" book had not yet been released.

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By the penultimate game, both Lothar and his opponent were at the end of their tether.

Limited by the consumption of physical energy, both of them lost the confidence of a quick victory, and could only collide with weapons, shields, and even bodies again and again.

Finally, Lothar caught an oversight by his opponent.

A shield strike knocked away the opponent's shield.

He hit the opponent's helmet with the hilt of the sword with his backhand. When the opponent was shocked to death, he directly took off his helmet and hit the opponent with a headbutt, knocking him unconscious on the spot.

Finally won!

Probably because there was no blood, Lothar gained very little experience from defeating these knights.

But he's not far from the secondary itself.

Defeat this person and successfully push the experience bar up to the final step.

In an instant, he felt that his already depleted energy became full again.

The whole person's state was instantly filled up.

Even the fatigue accumulated from days of hard work was released.

Lothar raised the sword in his hand and greeted the people watching the battle.

People also responded with warm applause.

They were full of affection for this young man who had won consecutive games and reached the finals. He was also very generous and reduced the ransoms of many poor knights.

After this competitive competition, even if Lothar fails to win the title of Champion Knight, he will succeed in making Lothar's name of Allgäu resound across the borders of Eastern Europe.

In the future, if Lothar is granted the title of lord in Jerusalem, even though countless knights will come to serve him at the first call of arms, he will still be much stronger than an unknown person.

As for the three newly obtained attribute points.

Lothar would definitely not consider adding mental energy. Although increasing mental energy can also improve his reflexes and mental resistance, the most important thing is the blue bar.

He doesn't have any active skills, and it's useless to ask for a blue bar.

In addition, strength is also excluded.

As a knight, he mainly relies on horse power when charging, and his attack power is more than enough. However, in foot combat, even if his strength is increased, it will be difficult to cut through the enemy's armor.

What determines his ability to continue fighting is physical strength on the one hand, and endurance on the other.

But the main improvement in endurance is defense.

Even if Lothar added all three attribute points to endurance, the toughness of the skin would hardly be comparable to that of strong armor.

And now Lothar has not been able to extract treatment followers. With the poor medical standards of this era, a cold or a plague may kill him.

His most important thing right now is to save his life!

So he put all the three newly acquired attribute points into the physical column.

If Lothar's physical strength before was 8 points, which can only be said to be in line with the basic level of a powerful knight, then the current 11 points shows that he has begun to exceed the category of human beings.

Ordinary diseases can no longer take effect on him. Injuries that could kill ordinary people would only be a serious injury to him.

Not only that, with a physical strength of up to eleven points, he felt that his energy was becoming more and more surging, as if he had endless strength and wanted to vent it out immediately.

In the stands, the witch consultant next to Count Leopold gave Lothar a deep look.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but he didn't say anything, but turned his gaze to Prajna.

She attributed the changes in Lothar to Prajna, a powerful witch she considered to be on the same level as her.

She didn't wonder why such a powerful witch would commit herself to the command of a little knight.

Because witches are emotional creatures.

It is not uncommon to become blind for the sake of love.