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

The sea breeze blows gently.

You can vaguely see the coastal port city with numerous buildings in the distance, shrouded in mist.

A merchant ship with a round belly and open sails was sailing on the Adriatic Sea.

This is a Kirk ship.

The ship types brought from Northern Europe by the Normans in Sicily quickly adapted to the Mediterranean climate and were widely used on merchant ships.

A poor monk wearing white linen clothes and holding a wooden cross was preaching to the crew and passengers surrounding him.

"Jerusalem is a treasure that exists in heaven and on earth. As a city on earth, it is magnificent. As a city in heaven, it is unparalleled in glory."

"Jerusalem, a holy place, is now under siege by ambitious pagans. Ayyubid and Sasanian, these two behemoths are abominable and despicable devils."

"They destroyed God's church, lit what they called the 'Holy Fire' in the center of the temple, blasphemed the Holy Father, killed, plundered, and sold fellow Christians everywhere."

"On the road to Asia Minor, the pilgrims were attacked by the Turkic cavalry they supported, suffered inhuman treatment, were imprisoned, or were killed."

"They want to use fire to burn the Holy Sepulchre of the Savior and invade our heaven on earth, Jerusalem. This is an act that neither Catholics nor Orthodox can tolerate."

"Use the weapons in our hands to destroy the pagans and go to the 'land flowing with milk and honey' recorded in the Bible to atone for your sins. You will receive the eternal glory of the kingdom of heaven!"

People shouted: "This is the will of Heavenly Father!"

"Amen!"

Lothar, wearing a dark red robe, stood in the crowd, guarded by Hans, Lane, and Model, praying devoutly.

He was never a Catholic, nor did he believe in any god.

But he felt that since this was a world with extraordinary power, perhaps the so-called "Heavenly Father" really existed.

In this case, you might as well believe it.

As long as it doesn't interfere with his own business, he will always be "religious".

If one day, he has full wings, he will not be afraid to ask the classic question "Pope? How many divisions does he have?" like Joseph the Great.

Of course, His Majesty the Pope in this era really has many “teachers”!

The Papal State occupies the vast direct territory of the Pennine Peninsula in Central Asia, and the remaining archdioceses are also theoretically under the jurisdiction of the Pope.

If necessary, even if he has full wings, he is unwilling to break up with His Majesty the Pope.

The group only boarded the ship this afternoon.

This morning they got up early and started on their way from the northern towns of Veneto to the southern ports to take a boat.

Now, only two hours after setting off, the castle of Romagna can still be seen on the coast.

The monk suddenly pointed at Lothar in the crowd and said: "Lotha von Habsburg - this is a heroic knight from Swabia. He resolutely set foot on the road regardless of the blasphemous King Henry's obstruction. To protect the roads of the Holy Land, piety to the Father and to His Majesty the Pope urges him to do so. May the Father bless you, venerable knight!”

Since the Pope excommunicated Emperor Henry, many clergymen did not believe that the "crown" crowned by His Majesty the Pope was still effective.

So call Henry King.

The passengers also looked at Lothar with admiration.

"Praise you, my dear knight."

The monk invited with a smile on his face: "Knight Lothar, please say a few words for everyone. Everyone needs your encouragement."

The expression on Lothar's face was a little stiff.

Compared with the poor crusaders, who were more like refugees fleeing famine than armies, the passengers on this Kirk ship were somewhat affluent, and there were many town craftsmen and city traders.

They had the same goal as Lothar, and they also wanted to go to the Holy Land and respond to His Majesty the Pope's call for the Eastern Expedition.

Lothar didn't want to deceive them and say something against their will.

But the people's warm cheers made it hard for him to escape.

After thinking for a long time, he slowly spoke: "This is a great cause. For the sake of Heavenly Father and for the holy land not to be polluted by pagans, even if you die in battle, your soul will return to heaven."

"Yes, the dead will return their souls to heaven, while the living will receive honors."

The monk continued to preach loudly.

As a "devout" Crusader knight, Lothar really had no reason not to listen to the sermon, not to mention that the monk was so eager to pursue him and make him famous.

Looking at the citizens, the eyes they looked at Lothar at this moment were full of loyalty and awe.

In this era where faith has been integrated into people's lives, Lothar must pretend to be a devout believer, even if it is a disguise.

Two hooded women were sitting in the cabin.

One is tall and the other is petite.

The two sat opposite each other, neither paying attention to the other.

Fringilla held back for a long time, and finally couldn't help but said: "It's so boring, silly big man, why do you, Lord, listen to that old man chattering on?"

Prajna raised his eyes slightly and stared at Fringilla emotionlessly.

Fringilla felt a little cold all the while watching, so she continued to sit cross-legged on the wooden bed, wondering what she was thinking.

"Hey, Prajna, are you a robot? Don't you feel bored?"

Fringilla crossed her two calves and swung them up and down: "You are really a tasteless woman. If one day you get together with the lord, he will definitely be driven crazy."

Prajna frowned, and the emotion on his face finally fluctuated slightly: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Ha, did you reply to me?"

Fringilla looked like her scheming had succeeded: "I knew you really had thoughts about the lord! You are such a scheming woman."

"But let me tell you, it is impossible for you and the lord."

"Although you have big breasts, a big butt, a thin waist, delicate skin, and a beautiful appearance."

Fringilla opened her fingers and counted them carefully, and suddenly she was stunned: "Wow, you are such a bad woman, you actually have so many advantages? Damn it, maybe you can actually have some fun!"

The corners of Hannya's mouth pursed, but her expression was still Gujing Mubo's, and she said coldly: "What on earth do you want to say?"

Fringilla raised a smile: "The grudge between the Blood Palace and you is their business and has nothing to do with me. Prajna, as the Lord said, we will be robes fighting side by side in the future, comrades who need to protect each other. I don’t want to get into trouble with you.”

Prajna frowned: "As far as I am concerned, public is public and private is private. No matter how hostile I am to you, I will not compromise at all in the battle."

"So you don't have to worry too much, let alone deliberately please me."

The corners of Fringilla's mouth raised slightly, with a sly smile on her face: "Prajna, you are indeed interested in the lord. If you really have ideas, you can't continue like this."

"Oh, do you think that if you say this, I will be as shy as an ordinary little girl?"

Prajna said expressionlessly: "My feelings for the lord are just those of a comrade-in-arms and a minister. I don't have the kind of 'thoughts' you mentioned."

"Really? I don't believe it!"

Fringilla teased.

"Whether you believe it or not has nothing to do with me."

Prajna closed his eyes and stopped talking completely this time.

Fringilla was as proud as a little fox who had stolen a chicken, showing a sly smile.

If Prajna really didn't care at all, he wouldn't have picked up on her at all.

But then there was some sense of urgency.

The lord should be mine, but I can't let you, a woman from the ghost tribe, take the lead.