Farewell to Baron Goffrey.

It's getting late.

The four of them prepare to return to the manor.

In the sky, the stars are dotted, and the dark blue sky seems to be very close to the ground, and the stars seem to be within reach.

No wonder people say it's the closest place to God.

Even in the evening, the temperature of the holy place is still very high, and the surface of the earth, which draws a lot of heat during the day, is like a hot cake pan, baking the soles of people's feet.

"Prajna, are those your people?"

Fringira pointed to a caravan with high hair and black hair and black eyes on the side of the road.

Prajna didn't pay any attention to her.

She is a ghost clan, how can there be a clan in the world?

Lothar explained to Fringira, "It's the Song people, the merchants of that great empire in the East—the equivalent of the Yanxia Empire of your world. ”

He carefully observed the caravan.

They had guards with large waists, dressed in armor and leather armor, and servants in short-fought suits, surrounded by several men in red silk robes.

They frowned, not knowing what they were talking about.

Lothar listened carefully for a while, and found that the surrounding environment was noisy, and the Song accent was so strong that he could hardly tell what they were talking about.

The official dialect of the Song people should be Kaifeng, but it is also very different from the Kaifeng dialect of later generations, and if you listen carefully, you should be able to barely distinguish it.

But if you listen to it from a distance, it's really a chicken and a duck.

"Forget it, let's go."

Lothar lightly clamped the horse's belly, and the group passed by the Song caravan.

Now, coming into contact with the Song people doesn't bring him much benefit.

Perhaps he could rely on his knowledge of the history of the Song Empire, coupled with his language advantage, to win the trust of the other party more easily.

But at best, they would have access to a slightly cheaper way to buy silk, and they would not be able to bring more benefit to Lothar.

For example, papermaking has long been introduced, and if it is only improved, it may not need to be faked.

Typography, he himself will.

Compass, he knew the principle, and now he did not have the need to form a merchant fleet and open up a new continent.

As for gunpowder ... Not to mention the power of gunpowder in this era, these merchants will definitely not understand the formula of gunpowder.

Lothar at least knew that 1 nitrate, 2 sulfur and 3 charcoal, although it didn't make any sense to know this, because it was a molecular coefficient ratio, not a weight ratio.

He does not belong to this era, and the face of a Gentile is destined to have no way for him to return to the Song Kingdom and become an optimus jade pillar of the Zhao family.

I just don't know if the Tartar iron horseman, who was like the whip of God in history, will still come as promised.

According to the history of his own world, the Tatar Iron Cavalry Expedition to the West should have been decades later, right?

Just as he was distracted, in front, a group of cavalry galloped past.

The attendants at the front of the procession, carrying the Jerusalem herblaze flag on a red background and holding an oval shield, shouted at passers-by to avoid it.

They gathered around a noble lady on a white horse, wearing an Arabesque turban, and covering her face with a black veil, and ran forward.

"It's Princess Sibylla!"

Along the way, the most knowledgeable people recognized this emblem, and Princess Sibylla was not only a princess, but also a baroness with a fiefdom.

The port of Jafa, which she passed through when she came, was one of her territories.

It turned out that she was Baldwin IV's sister!

I didn't seem to have much presence in the main hall before.

The idea had just come to Lothar's mind.

At this moment, the veil on her cheek suddenly fell with the wind, and Lothar subconsciously reached out to take it in her hand.

At a glance, he saw Princess Sibylla's beautiful eyebrows, eyes and features.

But she did not stop, and continued to gallop away, leaving only a fragrant breeze.

"Tsk, it's so deliberate."

Frigila snorted softly, "Lothar, she seems to be interested in you, you saw this princess in the palace today?" ”

"Yes, but I didn't pay much attention to it."

Lothar handed the veil to Hans beside him: "Take good care of that lady, and give it back to her the next time we meet." ”

"How does it feel?"

Fringilla had a smile on her face, but Lothar knew that there was already a strong displeasure in her eyes.

According to her temperament, I'm afraid I'm already thinking about how to suck Princess Sibylla into a dried corpse, right?

Prajna's eyes were still as plain as water, but he glanced at him lightly, and then continued to look without squinting, and rode forward on his mount.

Lothar shook her head: "It's not very far from you and Prajna, it's really not good, and it's a widow who has given birth to a child, I can't have thoughts about her." ”

It's actually still beautiful.

It's just that he gets along with Frigila and Pranya day and night, and his vision has been raised too high.

Unless it was the empress of the Eastern Empire, like Lagaia, who was both beautiful and could marry a widow of an empire, it would be impossible for him to eat this soft meal.

Moreover, the princess is in demand because she and her ex-husband had a son, who was the first in line to the throne after the death of Baldwin IV.

But what if Baldwin IV didn't die?

Lothar was convinced that if he really drew a five- or six-star medical courtier, it would not be impossible to cure leprosy.

Actually, he has a way now.

It's to ask Fringira to give him a first hug.

It's just that Frigila can't be willing, this little girl who loves cleanliness, has to be PUA to some extent, so that she is willing to condescend to suck the blood of a leper patient, and then inject her precious essence blood.

Nor would Lothar make such a request.

No matter how much Baldwin IV held him in the future, he would not have made such a decision.

Because this is the generosity that he most disgusts with others.

It seemed that he was satisfied with Lothar's reaction, and the hint of increased intimacy sounded again, but it was probably as Lothar had speculated, there was still a threshold left, and the intimacy level was still in the cold category.

Do I have to be in another life-and-death crisis?

I want to play magic, too!

Lothar walked to the front of the group and glanced back at Prajna.

The two looked at each other for a long time.

Pranya asked lightly, "What's wrong?" ”

The corners of Lothar's mouth curled slightly, and she didn't speak—if it weren't for the system's voice prompting an increase in intimacy, I would have thought you didn't care at all.

Lothar hesitated, but still asked, "What do you think?" Is Princess Sibylla really interesting to me? ”

Prajna shook her head: "I can't see through people's hearts, this is not my field of expertise, Flynn may be able to do it." ”

Fringira said in a strange manner: "The stupid big man still has a vision, I can indeed feel the smell of this estrus slut, I am very familiar with it." ”

Lothar looked worried: "This princess is the central figure in the current chaos in Jerusalem, and it would be best not to provoke her. ”

Princess Sibylla can only choose her husband in the royal party, the lord party and the queen mother's party.

Originally, Sibylla should have chosen Guy of Lusignan launched by the Queen Mother Party as her husband, after all, Sibylla was also a member of the Queen Mother's Party.

Moreover, Guy of Lusignan, although he was no more than a Gallic knight with no inheritance, was the younger brother of Amalric, the chief military minister of Jerusalem.

Lothar really couldn't understand why Sibylla wanted to provoke herself.

Even if you want to win over the royal party, you should go to Bailian.

I'm just a pawn who has just joined the gang.

As if seeing through Lothar's heart, Fringilla smiled and said, "But love is coming, nothing can stop it, you better be careful." ”

"I will."

Lothar nodded approvingly.

The king's party is in decline, and even with the support of the Iberin family, he must face many difficulties if he wants to marry Sibilar and sit in the position of regent.

Not to mention that he didn't want to marry Sibylla at all.

"Barian is a good choice, Hans, please make another trip, give this veil to Lord Barion, and say that he will pass it on to His Highness Sibyla."

The Iberin family is Lothar's most important political ally, and it would be good for him to take advantage of this opportunity.

Hans looked helpless.

He glanced at the two legendary and epic bosses, and sighed secretly: "Master, you took me, you really want me to do rough work and errands for you, right?" ”

The group returned to the manor.

Tonight, Lothar was rare and generous, and invited all the people to a good meal.

Roasted whole lamb, wine, bread, fruits, vegetables, butter, unlimited serving.

During the long sea journey, many of the people of the collar have secretly developed feelings, and when the alcohol is on their heads, they dance to the beat.

Tver was a little depressed.

There were seven men and six women in the people, and he happened to be the extra one, and no one liked him.

...

The bonfire reflects the cheerful faces.

Lothar sat by the campfire, smiling at the scene.

But I was a little stunned in my heart.

Will these vivid smiling faces turn into corpses lying in pools of blood in the next battle, unable to even distinguish their appearance?

He got up and looked no more.

Ci is not in charge of the army, and he sometimes feels that he is not suitable to be a commander at all.

He patted Tver on the shoulder: "Train well, women will have it sooner or later, and when the time comes, I will officiate the wedding for you." ”

"Sir... I. ”

He was sneered at by his brothers in the same village all day long, and the beloved girl disdained him for his cowardice, which made him accumulate too much bitterness.

At this time, he was comforted by Lothar and immediately burst into tears.

"Don't cry, look like something."

Lothar's tone became more serious, and he said in a deep voice: "Stick to the path you want to take, whether it is farming, or being a soldier to fight, don't regret your choice." ”

Tver snorted hard, and said with a cry: "Master, I have thought about it, I must take up arms in the future to defend your glory and dignity, and I will not disgrace you again." ”

"I believe in you."

Lothar stood up and walked up the small building.

Frigila sat in the dark treetops, silently watching the scene with an inexplicable expression.

Prajna was still standing by the window, not knowing where he was looking, but occasionally his eyes swept over, and he would always linger on Lothar's body.

…

It's night.

There were all sorts of muffled gasps coming from the manor.

It's the height of summer, but it has the breath of spring.

Frigilla's seductive laughter rang out in the room, "My lord, if you want." ”

"You can come up to me."

Lothar glanced at the cold eyes and covered her head in pain.