"Please advise."

Praruo nodded slightly, his expression was still light, although he was not respectful, but he did not look rude.

Keng——

The black triangular shield made of unknown material rests on the ground.

Prajna raised his head, and his brown eyes revealed a hint of inquiry, as if he wanted to ask him what he wanted to do next.

Lothar looked away, inexplicably feeling a little weak.

He had just carefully looked at Prajna's appearance, and compared with the standing painting, there had been some corrections, but he was still worthy of being a paper man's wife, with a skin like congealed cream, and there was not even the slightest flaw.

Lothar loves this, and the pursuit of perfection is a human instinct.

He never liked freckles, let alone the so-called freckles aesthetic of Western propaganda.

"You have to change your clothes first, this one is still too eye-catching."

The black biker suit doesn't sound as revealing as the short skirt and hot pants.

But what she wore was a tight-fitting leather suit specially modified by Lothar, which could perfectly outline the perfect figure, and the visual impact was still too great.

Coupled with the fact that Prajna is perfect, it will definitely cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.

On the contrary, her long black hair is not so conspicuous, although it is too soft and smooth, but there is no shortage of this hair color in both Europe and the Middle East.

"Okay."

Lothar asked, "Do you like this outfit very much?" I mean, would you prefer to wear a piece of heavy armor relative to your fighting style? ”

Pranya frowned slightly: "I'm sorry, but I've never been in the habit of relying on armor for defense, just get me a normal set of clothes." ”

Lothar was stunned.

Subconsciously glanced at the white arm that was exposed, it looked soft and tender, white and clean, not at all like a heavy servant with amazing defensive power.

It is hard to imagine that her physical strength and endurance have reached six times that of ordinary people, and her strength is almost four times that of ordinary adult men.

A painting inexplicably flashed through his mind.

Lin Daiyu uprooted the weeping willows.

...

When Prajna appeared in front of the two squires, Ryan and Moder, he had already changed into a brand new white linen coat, and was wearing a veil and a turban...

It is worth mentioning as the janitor of hell in the setting.

Her body temperature was always cold, and if she was closer, Lothar could feel a comforting chill even in the height of summer.

This made him feel the urge to hide in his room and sleep in his room.

But it's just a matter of thinking about it.

On the one hand, the intimacy is not yet in place, and Prajna may not agree, and on the other hand, he feels that it is a bit despicable to do so, and his sense of morality makes it impossible for him to accept that he has made such a move.

The Habsburgs were in the town's estate, and there were no maids in little white skirts and white silk pantyhose, nor polite butlers in tuxedos.

Lothar's father, the Count of Werner, was a typical Germanic military aristocrat, and he preferred to live in the Château de Eagle, which he had financed by his brother, who was bishop of Strasbourg, and who had built it himself, rather than in the obviously more habitable manor at the foot of the hill.

The town was full of serfs and freedmen dressed in rags, ready to go home to rest after a busy day's farm work.

Most of the buildings in the town were made of clay and wood, and a few of them were made of stone bricks and roofed with reeds and straw, so they could be considered rich peasants.

There's a reason why the Middle Ages are called the Dark Ages.

The vast majority of people in this era can't fill their stomachs.

An old man with skin like a dead tree sat by the street, and a group of children surrounded him, listening to his story.

His body was covered in old wounds, mottled scars crisscrossed him, and the intact parts were crumpled together as if they had shrunk into water.

His eyes were covered with a thick layer of puffs, making one wonder if he could still see.

"He had sword wounds, arrow wounds, and some wounds that couldn't be seen at all..."

Lothar frowned.

"Who is he?"

"An old blind man, who is said to have made a pilgrimage to Jerusalem and killed a Mamluk knight... But I think it's supposed to be his own boast. ”

He was hand-picked by Lothar and had defeated a knight's elite sword and shield soldier one-on-one in foot combat.

The town was run by a garrison knight and more than fifty Habsburg sergeants.

Sergeants rotate back and forth.

Naturally, Modell and Ryan also lived in the town.

"It's a pity he's blind, otherwise we might have had a good guide."

Lothar sighed and withdrew her gaze.

In the square in the middle of the town, there is a rudimentary cistern, surrounded by peasant women with clay pots on their heads, ready to draw water.

"Lothar, why are you here?"

The parish priest of the town presides over all prayers, weddings, and funerals in the town and in the nearby farms.

Dressed in a faded vestment and a white turban, he walked up to him with a kind smile and said, "It's been a long time since I've seen Lothar, well, you've worn the lion coat of arms, and your father has finally canonized you as a knight?" ”

Lothar smiled: "That's right, Father Soyo, I have decided to embark on a journey to free the Holy Land of Jerusalem, and tomorrow morning, I will set off. ”

Soyo suddenly showed a look of surprise: "Congratulations Lothar, this is a very wise decision, and the Heavenly Father will bless you for your pious deeds." I have a decent pack horse, which you may be able to bring with you as a small contribution to your pilgrimage. ”

"Thank you for your generosity."

Lothar bowed her head and saluted.

It took a while to get rid of the priest.

He said helplessly: "Father Soyo is really enthusiastic, and a pack horse is worth a lot of dinars. ”

Ryan on the side muttered quietly, "Of course, Father Soyo is a good man, helping the widow carry water during the day and repenting for the widow at night. ”

"Oh, by the way, the widow's husband was a knight named Joseph, and then, upon the priest's word, sold his land and all his possessions for the Crusades to pay for the Crusades and to get equipment, and left the widow and ran away."

The smile on Lothar's face froze.

He said in a deep voice: "He didn't come back, did he?" ”

"Of course not."

Ryan shook his head and said, "Last year, Old John, who went with him... It was the old blind man we saw just now, who came back from the Holy Land on crutches. ”

"What happened to this knight, Joseph?" Lothar casually asked, "Killed in battle?" ”

"That's not it... In fact, he did not reach Jerusalem at all, but was robbed by pirates and sold into slavery on the way. ”

Lothar frowned: "Isn't there anyone to pay him a ransom?" ”

"No, the widow is having a good time with the priest, and how can she have the money to ransom her husband... And I've heard that when Joseph was there, he didn't treat her well. ”

"Young Master, what I want to say is that not everyone is lucky enough to arrive in Jerusalem, the pilgrimage is a long journey, the road is full of difficulties and dangers, and only those who are favored by God can reach the kingdom of heaven."

Lothar was silent for a moment, then agreed, "You're right. ”

Fighting the infidels in Jerusalem was dangerous, but the road to the Holy Land was also full of hardships and bumps.

The vast majority of poor pilgrims could not afford the "huge" fare to go to the Holy Land, and they had to rely on their legs, and along the way, I don't know how many people fell in front of the plague, famine, and robbers.

ps: The medieval currency of continental Europe is complicated, and the Germania is a finni in circulation, but there should also be an old dinar, which is not used rigorously here, so don't check it.