In the streets of the Old City of Jerusalem, pilgrims from afar are making pilgrimages to "Viadore Rosa", which translates to "The Way of Suffering".

Legend has it that Jesus carried the cross and ascended the Way of the Crucifixion on Mount Valho.

The street, which leads to the mountain, is full of pilgrims kneeling on the ground.

Lothar looked at the old man in ragged clothes who was lying on the ground, kissing the stones on the ground and whispering prayers.

Lothar couldn't hear what he was saying, but he could vaguely tell that he was speaking Latin.

Gaul is a Latin language that is mixed with many Germanic words.

Although Lothar only spoke Gallic and Latin, he could still distinguish it.

The old man's beard was gray, his body was old, and his movements were slow.

When he fell to his knees again, he didn't get up again for a long time.

He's dead.

Someone rejoiced, "Old John has ascended to heaven here, this enviable old fellow, and the Father has forgiven him for all his previous sins!" ”

Lothar did not climb the Calvalo again to admire the Basilica of the Holy Sepulchre, but at this moment a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

The man held a Bible in his hand, dressed in a white robe, and cried out in a loud voice:

"When the Holy Land is in danger, pilgrims from afar, your devotion is touching, but blind worship cannot completely wash away your sins."

The pilgrims looked at each other.

Someone had a sad face: "O God, merciful Lord, is it not possible for the gates of heaven to be opened to us in this closest place to heaven?" ”

"Old John, didn't you ascend to heaven at all?"

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, the priest spoke again:

"Saladin's minions are gathering, the infidels have surrounded the Holy Land, and only by guarding the Holy Land and dying in battle with the infidels can true salvation be obtained!"

He waved the Bible in his hand, as if he had just said it, and he could find a footnote in this book.

"Go to the crusade, all who can take up arms, go to battle, all who can give money, donate, all who can work, go to work, and we will surely achieve the final victory."

The fanaticism of the pilgrims was quickly mobilized: "Father forbid, we will fight to the end!" ”

The priest raised his voice and shouted: "In the name of Jerusalem, in the name of the Father, fight for the Father, kill all the infidels!" ”

The pilgrims cheered, and immediately some stopped their worship and walked towards the foot of the hill with the priest in their arms.

Lothar frowned.

The priest was an old acquaintance.

That is, Father Beckett, who had sailed with him to the Holy Land, now seems to have received a formal priesthood and has used his best "missionary" skills in the Holy Land.

Lothar did not have the joy of reuniting, but a trace of discomfort welled up in her heart.

He looked at the few elderly pilgrims who had no ability to work at all and had no money to spare.

These people are staying where they are, a little dazed.

They don't know if they can still usher in salvation, and when they set out, the priest in the town said that they would be relieved of their sins by arriving at the Holy Land and confessing their sins.

Konstanz estate.

Lothar handed the reins to Ryan: "Is there a problem with the recruitment of blacksmiths and carpenters?" ”

Ryan was a little ashamed and said, "Indeed, my lord, all the blacksmiths have been recruited by the lords of Jerusalem, but there are two carpenters, and their skills are not bad, and one of them once built siege engines for Count Raymond. ”

"That's good, blacksmith's words... For the time being, let the two carpenters pack their bags with their families in advance, and prepare to return to the territory with us. ”

Ryan replied "yes", and then came back to his senses: "Lead... Territory? ”

His face was full of excitement and said, "My lord, have you obtained the miner?" ”

Lothar shook his head: "It's not a fief, it's a fief, His Majesty the King canonized me as Baron Jorgles, and I already have the qualifications to canonize a knight." ”

He patted Ryan on the shoulder: "You have to work harder, as long as you and Moder accumulate enough merits, I will not spare the title of a knight and the fief." ”

"What about Modell, let him add a meal to the recruits to celebrate my promotion to baron, and besides, I want to pull them out to practice this afternoon, after training in isolation for so long, it is time for the nobles of Jerusalem to see the training skills of our Habsburgs."

Back to the room.

Lothar immediately used the Transcendent Lottery Ticket.

Unlike ordinary card drawing, this time, he didn't have the opportunity to observe the cards in advance, and the cyan light bloomed dazzlingly.

The light went nowhere in the enclosed room, and finally converged in front of Lothar, forming a giant man who was two meters tall, shirtless and armed with a hammer.

His message also came to mind immediately.

Blacksmith Marles.

Quality: Extraordinary (4 stars)

Level: 1

Intimacy: Lukewarm

Strength: 30

Dexterity: 5

Stamina: 10

Stamina: 20

Mental power: 5

Skill: Master Forge [Blacksmith Malles is skilled in crafting a wide variety of weapons and armor, and his skills are so skilled that he is worthy of the name of the master]

Synopsis: Blacksmith Males was once the chief master of the Blacksmith Guild of the Polish Federation, he once created a fully enclosed armor for King Jagiellon VIII of the Polish Federation, but was eventually exiled by the Grand Master of the Teutonic Order of East Prussia, who was holding the artifact [Cross Holy Lance].

"Blacksmith?"

Lothar's eyes lit up.

It seemed that he had been smoked for too long, and Marles's voice was hoarse: "You are my lord, aren't you?" ”

Lothar nodded, "That's right, I am Lothar von Habsburg, the lord of Jerusalem, the lord of Jogrusburg canonized by His Majesty Baldwin IV. ”

Marles lowered his head, and his colossal body knelt on one knee like a small mountain: "Marles is willing to serve you. ”

Lothar helped him up, his face solemn: "I promise, Mr. Marles, that the injustice you have suffered in the Polis Federation will never happen to you again. ”

He had a lot of respect for Marles.

Not just because Marles is a four-star servant, but because of his status, this is definitely a talent with the most advanced knowledge of armor casting.

Far better than the Lombards.

It can even spark an armor revolution that has swept across Europe and Asia in the Holy Land.

Marles nodded slightly, this is also a taciturn wooden man, and he can't see any mood fluctuations.

But Lothar's beautiful words are not meaningless, at least, the intimacy has increased slightly, of course, the magnitude is not obvious.

"Let's go, Marles, and I'll take you to the people."

Lothar pushed the door open and walked out.