The sergeants were huddled around the wall, looking at the cavalry rushing by, their eyes full of envy and jealousy.

"Good luck boy!"

"I've also grazed for the lord before, I'll try it with the Hans knight later, and I'm going to be that too... Winged cavalry? ”

"It's hussars!"

"I just found out that Ulm's riding skills are so good, and lo and behold, the shining armor is almost like the mirror used by a noblewoman."

On the city wall, Marles silently watched this scene with some nostalgia in his expression.

Once upon a time, he had also made a number of hussar armors, each of which was more elaborate than this one's, but that was the old man.

He had not seen the hussars since the death of Grand Duke Jagiellon VIII and his expulsion from the borders of the Polish-Lithuanian Federation.

Click-

A badly weathered wall tile fell to the ground and shattered in two with a clatter.

Marles was shocked to find that the wall tile had fallen loose and fallen off because of his "touch".

He subconsciously looked around, and was meeting Lothar's gaze.

"I promise, my lord, I really didn't have any force."

Lothar reluctantly tugged at the corners of her mouth and smiled: "I believe you, this castle really needs to be repaired, it is only an inner castle at present, but sooner or later the outer wall will also be renewed." ”

Pull it down!

If it weren't for your terrifying power, which is equivalent to five times that of ordinary people, who would have dragged a wall tile out?

Marles was silent for a moment, then spoke: "My lord, I can build a blast furnace for ironmaking today, and then I can start forging armor." ”

"But limited by materials and tools, I can only build a half-body plate armor for you."

"That's enough."

If it weren't for the hussar barracks, only the "natives" could spend gold and use the armor and weapons placed inside.

Lothar also wanted to get this wool.

Because the hussars are fully armed, as well as their fighting skills, they are obviously not comparable to 50 Soulades.

Half-body plate armor, which only the best craftsmen in Milan could forge at this time, and the quality was no better than that of the hussars.

By this time, Ulm had finished a lap and was galloping towards the castle.

"Gather everybody!"

Lothar commanded.

"Holy Son!"

As soon as Ulm entered the city gates, he leaped off his horse and fell to his knees.

"Thank you Heavenly Father for your gift of giving me a new sense of meaning in life, and I will repay your generosity with my sword and spear."

Lothar motioned for Ulm to get up, and then said: "Gentlemen, I hope that you will not call me the Son, for the pagan and evil forces will not sit idly by and watch a Son come to earth, but will do everything in their power to strangle, to obstruct, to threaten him, as they did to Jesus. ”

"I am always surrounded by miracles, but please never call me the Son, I will be a lord of the world, now and in the future!"

"Pledge your allegiance to me, and I promise you, whoever is loyal will be rewarded!"

The sergeants burst into cheers.

"Long live, Venerable Divine Servant, Lord of Our Allegiance!"

Lothar turned and headed back to the Inner Fort.

Standing by the window, Frigila looked at the agitated people, and said with some pride: "Look, they have such reverence for the Lords, and I promise that even if the Lords let them assassinate the Pope now, they will not hesitate at all." In my opinion, you will soon become a king. ”

Pranya squinted at her coldly.

There was a light "huh".

"What are you laughing at?"

Fringilla frowned, her face full of displeasure.

Pranya rarely replied: "I'm laughing at someone's unrealistic dream of being a queen." ”

...

Two days later.

Velvet curtains block the window.

Lothar crouched in front of the table, quill pen moving rapidly.

He's writing letters.

One was addressed to Count Leopold of Austria, asking when he would be leaving for the Holy Land, including some greetings and concerns about the current situation in the Holy Land.

Of course, that's not the point.

The focus was on seeking funding, whether it was a coin, or such talents as "bakers", "tailors", "merchants", "masons" who could repair canals, dig wells, and repair walls.

One was addressed to Count Werner of Aargau, giving him daily greetings and explaining his current situation.

He knew that the Count of Werner was not wealthy, and that it was difficult to get the money to support him, so he did not mention that Gyrusburg was a barren place.

The last one was addressed to Baron Goldfrey.

The aim remains to seek funding.

Although he has a lot of savings, he is currently in a completely negative income situation.

With the taxes of the six nearby villages, it was simply impossible to sustain the huge army that Lothar intended to organize, and it was enough to eat, but not enough to pay a salary.

And he also had to pay a vassal tax to his lord, Baldwin IV, which was not much, but it was also an expense.

"Your Majesty probably has no intention of letting me tidy up this territory at all, nor is it intended for me to feed an army."

Lothar counted the bills, a little headache.

Baldwin IV was supposed to want him to serve as an officer in Jerusalem to command the royal army.

But he wasn't going to go exactly what Baldwin IV had planned.

Although Jörgysburg is not a good place to farm, there are no specialties or businesses.

But at the very least, he needs to set up a framework that can run on his own and keep his territory growing, rather than exploiting it in a desperate way.

Of the six villages under the jurisdiction of Jörügrysburg, there is also a village where half of the population is Zoroastrian.

In previous years, they would have been heavily taxed.

But Lothar didn't plan to do that, because they were so poor that many of them had to go to the castle to rent iron farm tools.

Even if you pay a lot of taxes, you won't be able to collect much money, so it's better to be kind to them and make them more comfortable.

...

Leonard trembled into the inner castle.

He looked at the inner fort, which was both familiar and unfamiliar.

On the walls, there are all kinds of exquisite reliefs.

The narrow prayer room has now been expanded into a formal church, with a mosaic of bricks behind the cross in the center.

The entire inner fort is more empty than ever.

The old garbage furniture had been cleaned up, so it looked a little empty, but apart from the lack of furniture, the inner fort was much cleaner than before.

"Heavenly Father is above!"

Leonard was amazed that for the first time in three days, he had mustered up the courage to step into the halls of the lords, which he considered a sacred place.

He walked all the way to Lothar's administrative hall on the second floor.

Looking at Lothar, who was sitting at the table, reading a book.

Leonard smiled flatteringly, "My lord, you still lack some beautiful girls in your castle as maids, right?" It's a lot of space here, I know a few of the little girls from nearby villages, let me bring them here for you, they will be happy to be holy... Oh no, it's for the Lord! ”

"No, I didn't come to the Holy Land for personal enjoyment."

Lothar decisively refused.

In this era, there are few pampered ladies whose looks can catch his eye, let alone ordinary women who need to face daily exposure and hard work.

"Leonard, how did I do with what I told you?"

Lothar looked at Leonard's reluctance to move his ass for a long time, frowned, and asked.

Leonard's face was a little ugly, and he said hesitantly: "Hold... I'm sorry, my lord, but the money you gave me to buy my war horses was taken away from me, and it was a group of desert bandits who came and went like the wind, and the mule I rode could not outrun them. ”

Lothar's face became ugly, I was worried about money, and you still lost money to me?

He forced himself to calm down quickly: "Your Excellency, I am disappointed by your incompetence. Let's talk about it, what is going on with these desert bandits? ”