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

Its daybreak.

Armored sergeants swept the battlefield.

Lothar rolled up Prajna's sleeves, looked at the burned and curled skin, and said with some distress: "Let me bandage it for you."

Prajna shook his head, put his hand on his arm, and rubbed it gently.

A layer of skin was rubbed off, and only the back was exposed, the white and tender new skin like a newborn baby.

Seeing Lothar's surprised expression, Prajna's mouth curled up slightly.

"I'm fine, just do what you have to do."

Lothar looked at Prajna's rare smiling face and subconsciously reached out her hand and pressed her cheek. She squeezed gently, revealing her cute little tiger teeth.

Prajna's appearance makes it easy for people to overlook her own professional position.

"Thank you. Without you, I don't know how many times I would have died."

He thanked her heartily.

"No, you don't have to be so polite."

She raised her hand with some discomfort, trying to take away Lothar's hand, but stopped midway: "Go quickly, it is my natural duty to protect you."

Lothar nodded deeply and led the soldiers to collect the stolen goods from the bandit camp.

The robbers who laid down their weapons were tied into a long line.

The wing cavalry guarding them loudly said: "Our lord is a holy man loved by Heavenly Father. He has made a promise not to harm your lives, and he will not break this sacred oath. As long as you are honest enough, everyone Everyone can survive!"

Some of the armored sergeants were touching corpses, while others were rummaging through boxes and cabinets in search of wealth.

In last night's battle, there were very few casualties. This was the effect of "dark vision".

The power of spell-casting followers is evident.

At this time, someone shouted: "Sir, I found their treasury."

Seized property belongs to private property.

But the seizures Lothar mentioned were only the armor and property carried by the robbers. Whether it was the pack animals or the robbers' treasures, they all belonged to Lothar.

This is rare generosity.

After all, the ownership of the armor and weapons worn by these armored sergeants, and even themselves, belonged to Lothar.

Lothar hurried over and was immediately shocked by the dazzling array of gold and silver coins, sculptures, silks, gems, spices and other items piled into hills.

If all this wealth were converted into gold coins, it would be worth at least three thousand suludes!

This was under the premise that the bandit leader held a big ceremony last night and consumed a lot of money.

"No wonder many lords are keen on robbery. No business comes faster than robbery."

Lothar muttered to himself.

Once he gets this money, he won't have to worry about military expenses for a long time.

"Ryan, Model, you two supervisors, load all these belongings into the car and prepare to transport them back to Yogurtsburg."

"Hans, take some of your people and escort the bandit prisoners to Kaleburg as a meeting gift for our neighbors."

Not far away in Kaleborg.

Countess Stephanie, who had been awake all night, was full of anger: "This baron who has no sense of etiquette dares to break the contract. Haven't you heard from them yet?"

A knight came from outside the hall: "Madam, the envoy from Baron Georgesburg has arrived, and he also handed over a letter."

"Messenger? He didn't come in person?"

Countess Stephanie held back her anger, took the envelope, opened it, and her face softened a lot.

The letter has beautiful handwriting and elegant wording. He does not look like an upstart baron who does not understand aristocratic etiquette.

"Dear Ms. Stephanie, I am your admirer, Lothar von Habsburg, Lord of Jorgesburg. I have heard of your reputation for generosity even before I arrived in the Holy Land.

As a devout believer, I would like to thank you for your selfless gifts and donations to the pilgrims.

Unfortunately, during the trip to visit you, my team and I were once again attacked by a group of desert bandits.

This ruined the meeting that was supposed to take place last night, but the situation is urgent and I am as poor as I am, and I can no longer afford to lose this gift to you.

Fortunately, by questioning the prisoners, I found out where this group of desert bandits was hiding.

Therefore, I decided to eliminate this bandit that has been rampant in the Jordan River Valley for many years, and offer it as a greeting gift to your neighbor when you first arrive. "

"Oh, this Baron Lothar really knows how high the sky is and how high he is."

Dame Stephanie sneered: "Who doesn't know that this group of pagan bandits will be devoured by demonic fire as soon as they think of revealing their hiding place."

"If it's so easy to solve this stubborn problem on the Jordan River, is it his turn to do it?"

The subordinate looked a little embarrassed, and he reminded in a low voice: "Madam, when this letter was sent, the group of robbers had already been dealt with."

"This is impossible!"

Dame Stephanie said subconsciously.

The subordinate spoke resolutely: "I also want to say that this is impossible, but I saw all this with my own eyes. The carriage transporting the treasure of Baron Yogurtsburg and the captured Bedouin bandits formed a long queue. , not just me, many people have seen it with their own eyes.”

Stephanie looked a little embarrassed. After a long time, she coughed lightly and said, "It seems that we have all underestimated this young man."

"That's right. How can an ordinary person be favored by His Majesty the King?"

"That messenger, what else did he bring?"

"A group of bandit captives. Baron Lothar said that he had forgiven the lives of these captives, but this could not make up for the heinous crimes they had committed. I hope, madam, you can help sell this group of pagan captives into slavery for the rest of their lives. Pay for the sins they have committed.”

Dame Stephanie was stunned for a moment and sneered: "Why sell him into slavery? He just doesn't want to break his oath and truly forgive these villains."

"Accept it for twenty dinars, and I will escort them to the banks of the Jordan River and hang them all."

These robbers who have done a lot of evil in Stephanie's territory are now in her hands, what can they do?

Lothar never forgives robbers!

Time flies, and ten days pass in the blink of an eye.

In the past ten days, the development of Yogurtsburg has been on the right track.

The originally dilapidated and abandoned city wall now looked brand new, as if it were a newly built city wall, with small trebuchets placed on each crenellation.

Two carpenters are building an irrigation canal leading to the village down the mountain, centered on the well in the castle.

Villagers from various villages who were preparing to say Mass stood nervously outside the door of the Lord's Hall, looking at the sergeant in bright armor guarding the door.

Each of them holds a two-handed ax and wears multiple layers of chain armor. Some of them are even friends they knew well in the past and would greet them with a smile on their faces when they meet them.

At this moment, he was holding the ax with a cold face and looking at them up and down with vigilant eyes.

A fierce atmosphere silenced the villagers who came to attend mass.

Knight Hans was temporarily assigned the duty of saying mass.

This is obviously against the rules.

But Lothar's prestige in Yogurtsburg seemed to have reached a level comparable to that of His Majesty the Pope. Many of his actions were completely rebellious in the eyes of others, and they turned a blind eye to them.

Leonard, a fanatic, even shouted in private: "The Lord's will is the will of the Heavenly Father! It's just because the Lord is the Son, and the Son, the Holy Spirit, and the Father are a trinity. "

…

In these ten days, Lothar had two new opportunities to draw cards, namely a Varangian Guards barracks and a city wall, two building cards.

There is nothing much to say about the city wall. The first-level city wall is only heightened and strengthened on the original basis, and it does not expand the size of the castle.

The Varangian Guard is an existing infantry regiment in the Eastern Empire. Most of its members are Vikings from Northern Europe, Albion and Novgorod.

Training one also costs fifty Suludes, and the training limit for baron-level titles is 100 people.

Most of them were heavy-armored infantrymen holding two-handed axes and carrying shields. They replaced the "praetorian guards" with a fine tradition of regicide and became the standing mercenary regiment that guarded the palace of the Eastern Empire.

In terms of combat effectiveness, they have indeed stepped on the ceiling of infantry in this era, but the problem is that in this era, there are really few opportunities for infantry to show off their power, except for defending and attacking cities.

In field battles, a handful of elite infantrymen were submerged in a large group of conscripted infantrymen, making them inconspicuous.

If the army composed mainly of conscripted infantry was defeated, even if Lothar had a Varangian Guard of hundreds of people beside him, he would not be able to save the day.

For the same price, Lothar would rather get another horse and train it as a winged cavalry instead of a Varangian Guard.

Therefore, in the past ten days, Lothar only selected the ten most elite armored sergeants, including Ryan and Model, and transferred them to the Varangian Guard to serve as his personal guard.

Dusk hour.

A carefully worded letter was handed over by the messenger.

"The war is coming. Baron Lothar, as a baron serving the royal family, I conscript you to Jerusalem in the name of the King of Jerusalem, your lord. You need to bring all your cavalry and at least ten armored sergeants with you on both sides. Within a few days, rush to the city of Jerusalem to answer the call.”

This letter comes from Baldwin IV.