"This is my new servant, say hello to everyone, Marles!"

Lothar walked out of the main building of the manor and said to the crowd.

Immediately after, like a dark cloud, from the top of the head.

The burly body like Mars, the god of war in ancient Greek mythology, with an extreme sense of oppression, immediately occupied everyone's attention.

Heavenly Father is above!

Ryan and Moder subconsciously swallowed.

This two-meter-tall, terrifying man like a giant has muscles as hard as granite.

If he was heavily armoured, they couldn't imagine anyone who could resist him on the battlefield.

Ryan exclaimed, "If he were a knight, I can't imagine what kind of majestic horse it would be to carry such a majestic body." ”

Moder said succinctly: "He should be in the Varangian Guard of the Eastern Empire!" ”

"Well, Marles has a bit more strength, but he's actually a blacksmith—the top one, not on the battlefield."

Although Marles has high basic attributes, his physical strength is only twice that of ordinary people, and Lothar is reluctant to let a technical talent like him go to battle.

Although it is conceivable that if Marles appeared on the battlefield, he would definitely be a god of war character who was not inferior to the evil of the ancients.

Hans's face was full of shock, and he stammered a little, "You... Are you the master craftsman of the Bo Li Federation? ”

Marles lowered his head slightly, looking at the familiar black cross on a white background, and his expression rarely showed a trace of disgust: "I actually met the little cub of the knights here." ”

Ryan and Moder looked at each other, they didn't know what Hans called "Bo Li's Federation" and Marles's "Knights" were.

But the forces to which these two people belong obviously have grievances.

"Marles."

There was a hint of warning in Lothar's voice.

"Remember, this is Jerusalem, and I am the Lord you serve, not the Federation or the Knights."

Prajna took a step forward quietly, and the looming momentum immediately dispelled the sense of oppression that Marles brought to everyone.

She didn't know much of Marles, and after all, she was just a mortal craftsman, and she couldn't forge an artifact like her ghost-faced shield.

Fringilla, who was about to stand up, stopped quietly and muttered, "The stupid big man reacts quite quickly." ”

Marles was silent for a moment and bowed deeply: "My lord, follow your will. ”

"Okay, I'll take you to see the blacksmith shop in the manor, if there are any things that need to be purchased, make a list as soon as possible, we have to rush to the territory tomorrow morning at the latest."

Ryan muttered in a low voice, "How do you feel that every once in a while, adults can draw out one or two powerful talents from somewhere?" ”

"Could it be that the Lord is not the son of the Count, but the illegitimate son of Emperor Hohenstaufen?"

"Shut up, don't criticize the sovereign at will."

Although Moder said so, he actually had some drumming in his heart, if it weren't for his strong background, how could he have been favored by two witches in a row by just a landless knight?

"All in all, it's definitely a good thing!"

"Everything is the will of the Father!"

Modell reverently drew a cross in front of him.

"Yes, the will of the Father!"

Lane strongly agrees with this statement that "the Pope listened and wanted to hit someone".

...

Knightly duels were not uncommon for Jerusalem.

There are so many knights gathered in this city, and those landless knights on the continent always come with the dream of making a windfall in the Holy Land.

But when this duel is related to the noble princess Sibyllah of Jerusalem, people can't help but pay more attention.

In the afternoon, the area around the arena was crowded with people who came to see the excitement.

Wandering knights, pilgrims who had not yet joined the crusade, nobles, monks, crowded the streets.

The guards shouted angrily at the untouchables who stood in their way, and with their halberds in their hands, they tried to separate a gap for their lord.

Barian licked his chapped lips, and under his barrel helmet, he looked a little nervous, he had arrived earlier than Lusignan's Guy.

He drank that bottle of dragon's blood potion!

At this time, he felt that his body was filled with terrifying power.

But at the same time, he was a little nervous.

He wondered if it was a blasphemy to use this power, which was clearly not a gift from the Father, to perform a sacred duel.

At this time, someone let out a burst of exclamations.

"Oh my God, is this a giant from Rhode Island?"

"Whose command is this army, so elite?"

From the stands of the martial arts arena, the nobles and nobles who were already in place stood up one after another, showing expressions of disbelief and surprise.

I saw a majestic giant man, with a posture overlooking the surroundings, opening a way in the crowd.

Behind him, a column of stubborn sergeants was lined up in a neat line, striding forward in unison without squinting.

They were all dressed in white burqas with the red lion coat of arms, and their movements were uniform, and at a glance, there was a kind of fierce air rushing to their faces.

Even the knights, whose horses were covered with black leather armor, walked at the end of the line.

"It's... Lothar of the Habsburgs? ”

"He's back in the Holy City?"

"I heard that His Majesty actually promoted him to baron?"

"Where is the fief? How could His Majesty bypass the parliament and make such a decision so easily? ”

"It is said to be the private domain of the royal family, that remote Jörgysburg."

People talked about it, as if Bailian, who was originally at the center of the storm, was replaced in an instant by this rising star of the kingdom, Baron Lothar.

At this moment, dressed in a blue burqa, the regent of Jerusalem, Count Raymond, slowly walked up from under the stands.

He was followed by the Count of Jordan, Renard, a tall and thin man with red hair, who had been strictly groomed today, and looked quite handsome and burly.

Baron Gofrey also slowly took the stage at this time.

He could see at a glance the crowd, Lothar's team.

The deterrent power of that team was so strong that it was clearly divided from those around them.

He beckoned, motioning for Lothar to step forward.

Lothar took the stage with Prajna, Frigila and Hans.

Originally, he wanted to keep Prajna and Fringira at home.

But the former said that in order to protect his safety, he must not leave an inch, and the latter, Frynn, also liked to join in the fun, and when she heard this, she pestered her to go together.

Baron Gofrey quipped: "It's not small, this army has really only been trained for half a month?" ”

Seeing that his face was relaxed, Lothar was a little puzzled, but he still nodded and said: "It is true that he has only been training for half a month, and at present, he can only be said to have begun to have combat power, and he cannot compare with a veteran." ”

At this time, Guy of Lusignan also came.

The young Gallic knight, full of pride, sword in hand, walked slowly.

"The Holy Duel is a power given to the nobles by the Father, and it is a law that must be observed by anyone, but Bélian, you did not pick up the glove that Guy de Lusignnan threw at you that day, so you have the right to refuse the duel, and to send your attendants and subordinates to fulfill the covenant in your place."

The robed Archbishop of Jerusalem proclaimed in a loud voice.

Bailian shook his head and said, "Lord Bishop, I am willing to fulfill the agreement of the duel, and I cannot give up my pursuit of Lady Sibylla, whether she has a noble title or not. ”

"Me too, Lord Bishop."

Lusignan's Guy looked playful.

He looked up at Princess Sibylla, who was wearing the veil, who he was looking at, and exclaimed, "Let the Father decide which of us has such a privilege." ”