Lothar looked at the financial officer who came in a hurry, and pointed to the back of Count Philip a little speechlessly: "You call this temper okay?" ”

Richard, the treasurer, said seriously, "My lord, His Excellency Philip has a high prestige in the Order, because he is a very generous commander, and many people have received his favors. ”

"What do you think he's going to do with me?"

Richard hesitated, but said, "It is nothing more than inciting the knights and sergeants who have received his favor to disobey your orders. Then seize your omissions, and use them as a means of attacking you at the court meeting, and it is best to call on the nobles who are close to him to put pressure on His Majesty to dismiss you. ”

Lothar bowed slightly, he could also think of these methods.

There's nothing clever about it at all.

"Tell me this, Richard, and you're not afraid that one day Count Philip will get into trouble with you when he ascends to the position of Grand Master?"

Li looked at Lothar, who seemed to be smiling, and his expression was calm: "My lord, I like what you said in the main hall, the situation in the Holy Land is very dangerous, and if we don't unite together, we will all become the souls of the infidels." ”

Lothar nodded.

"I hope this Philip can be clever and don't get me in trouble."

The Knights have such a small amount of strength, and if they are split by Count Philip again, this is absolutely intolerable for Lothar.

It's actually very easy to deal with Philip, just throw a pair of iron gloves at him in public.

Lothar was sure of victory.

And the martial Franks have always followed only the strong.

Even if Philip didn't fight, it would be enough to discredit him, and it would be impossible to make any more waves.

...

A busy afternoon.

The affairs of the Order began to get on track, and the backlog of documents was sent to the main hall for Lothar to read and deal with.

There are actually a lot of trivial things in the Knights, such as small frictions between colleagues, and two knights fight because their fiefs are occupied by each other.

Or in the royal palace, some time ago lost a piece of oriental porcelain.

After investigation, it was someone who stole it, what should I do with Yunyun.

There are countless such little things.

In the evening, Lothar put down the quill in his hand, he had finished reading the last document, and he also had a deeper understanding of the internal context of the Knights.

After the transfer of Baron Gofrey and his cronies from the Royal Order, many positions were vacant.

However, these positions could not be directly awarded to the cavalrymen loyal to Lothar, because they did not have the title of knight, and as civilians, they could not occupy those key positions.

And Lothar was unwilling to promote these cavalrymen who had not made much merit to knights because of this.

As a result, Lothar had to recruit talent from within the Order and place them in key positions.

This is also a good thing, if done properly, it can buy a large number of people's hearts.

Lothar stood up and moved her hands and feet.

In the candlelight, Prajna is holding a book and reading, looking at the cover, it should be a theological book; On the other side, Frigila was already lying on the table, sleeping soundly.

"Hans, Pranya, the three of us have been sitting here for an afternoon, and it's time for the event."

Prajna closed the book and got up.

Hans asked, "My lord, where are we going, do we want to wear armor?" ”

"It's in the palace, it won't go far, it shouldn't be dangerous, I plan to see if those knights are lazy, pick a few and beat them."

Lothar commanded.

Envy and grace.

A new broom sweeps clean.

He planned to pick a few people to make an example of the monkeys, lest these people think that they are good at talking, and they will all be co-opted by Count Philip.

Lothar and his party walked in the royal palace.

Even the royal palace was not brightly lit in the middle of the night, and it was pitch black in many places, except for a dim oil lamp burning in the corridors.

Lothar told Hans, "This corridor connects the two halls, and if anyone lurks in, this is the way to go, and according to common sense, there must be patrols." Write it down and ask Richard who is in charge of the defense of the area. ”

Head deeper into the hallway.

Hans suddenly stopped, and said in a hurried tone, "My lord, it smells of blood!" ”

Hans's pupils, in the dark and rainy night, shimmered with a faint green light.

He crouched down and pointed to the corner of a stone pillar: "There is a fresh blood stain here, like it was left not long ago. ”

Lothar frowned and said in a low voice, "Hans, how many people do you think there are on the other side?" ”

Hans hesitated.

"Trust your instincts!"

"About ten, the danger should not be high."

"Looks like we're lucky."

It wasn't because he was unlucky, he ran into an assassin on his first day in office, but Count Philip wanted to show him his muscles.

The transfer of a group of subordinates loyal to him led to a hole in the defense of the palace.

"This idiot!"

Lothar scolded secretly, now there is a reason to kick Count Philip out of the Knights, but the other party is an earl, and he can't be executed because of such a big mistake.

"Let's go, we can't let these assassins succeed, or I'll be suspended as Grand Master for less than a day."

In the small courtyard, the sound of dripping rain gradually sounded.

The rain that had been brewing for a long time finally started.

Hans was at the forefront.

He has a great sense of smell for werewolves, and even in human form, he can follow the scent of blood to trace his enemies.

Soon, Lothar heard the faint sound of a fight ahead.

A badly wounded and dying knight lay on the ground, one of his legs had been severed, and he was bleeding.

"Great, Grand Master, go and save Her Royal Highness the Princess, they are Assasin."

When the knight saw Lothar, it was as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

Lothar's expression changed slightly.

It is said that Hawthorne, the first mountain elder, spent a lot of money to buy a castle in Sassanid Persia and named it the "Vulten's Nest", in which he built an earthly heavenly kingdom.

There are countless beauties, delicacies, and wines.

He adopted young children all over the world, raised them to become Assassins, and sent them to the "kingdom of heaven" to enjoy, banishing them from a stun one day.

The Assasin Assassins woke up like imprisoned addicts, bent on "redemption" in order to return to Heaven.

So they are not afraid of death at all, on the contrary, death is what they seek.

This is a very difficult group of dead soldiers!

Unable to heal the knight, Lothar drew his sword and ran inside, his chainmail leggings stomping into the mud and splashing large explicit water.

Sharp knives, with the sound of whistling wind, slashed towards Lothar.

Lothar raised his armed sword, easily blocked the sword, and slashed directly at the opponent with majestic force.

The bloody head rolled to the ground, and the assassin who launched the surprise attack was beheaded by Lothar with a sword before he could even see him.

The temperature plummeted at night, making the white smoke exhaled from Lothar's mouth clearly visible.

Blood magic, the blood waterfall has been activated!