Looking at Frigila's back as far away as flying, there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, and there was more smile on her face today than in a month.

Lothar's footsteps rang out behind Prajna.

"Where's Flynn?"

"Go out and have fun, leave her alone."

"Hmm."

Lothar replied a little absentmindedly, he was still thinking about promoting the knights, and in this battle, Ryan and Moder had made a lot of contributions, and they would definitely be promoted.

In addition, Ulm and Andreas, two outstanding hussars, can also be considered for promotion to knighthood.

It's just that the Order also has several valiant squires, and the knights they serve have been killed in battle, and Lothar is considering whether to recruit them under his command and become his true own.

"Let's go find her."

She pointed to the streets not far away, the war didn't seem to have had much impact on the city, the short-bearded Greeks, the Orientalized Latins, the Germans...

There was a constant stream of people walking inside.

Faint hints of spices and cooked food can be heard.

Some of the royal knights, dressed in red and white burqas, had been attracted to the past, and they were quick to negotiate the price with the warblers who had arrived from Europe.

Alcohol and women are important magic weapons to extinguish the wounds of war.

Lothar was missing the latter link, and it was naturally up to the crusader sergeants, who had just made a fortune from the war and had a large wallet, to do it themselves.

But the direction that Prajna was pointing in was the opposite of the direction in which Flynn had left.

With a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, she said, "Take this opportunity, let's go shopping, you have served you for so long, and you haven't given me a gift yet." ”

Lothar looked at Prajna with some surprise.

Her eyes were clear and bright, and she met his eyes, and asked without feeling the slightest weakness, "What, can't you?" ”

"Of course you can, but I'm a little surprised, this is the first time you've made such a request since we met."

Lothar naturally agreed.

"You just have to put on the veil first, or I'm afraid it will cause chaos."

"Okay."

The two walked side by side, walking in the alley.

Once a transit hub for the Crusades, Montreal was transformed into an important trading node for trade between the Kingdom of Jerusalem and the eastern chiefdoms.

It is not small, with nearly 10,000 permanent inhabitants, of which a considerable third are pagans.

It may not sound like a lot, but how many people are there in Paris and London these days?

Twenty thousand?

Or 30,000?

That's the number at most.

In the whole of Western Europe, cities with a population of 50,000 are all city-states in North Apennine, and even the Pope's city, where the Pope is located, is just over 30,000.

The barbarians who conquered the Western Empire, although full of martial virtues, do not seem to be good at governing the country, and the once prosperous city of Seven Hills has been far behind her sister city, Constantinople.

In this era, Ctesiphon of Sasanian and Cairo of Ayyubids both had a population of 500,000.

Constantinople in the Eastern Empire was the largest, with a population of 600,000.

The city of Kaifeng, further afield, is said to have a population of more than one million.

As for Jerusalem.

Although the city has a permanent population of only 30,000, the constant flow of pilgrims more than doubles the city's population.

Before the Crusaders left, the population was even close to 100,000.

Lothar and Prajna stopped in front of a shrine.

This religious building also blends with oriental styles and looks like a stage set.

On Palm Sunday, the clergy take the cross and the palm branches, go around the city and then meet here to pray to the Father.

Admittedly, the customs of the church in Jerusalem are also markedly different from those of the congregational churches in Western Europe.

The civilization of Western Europe is blending with the civilization of the East at a very fast speed.

Lothar felt a little emotional, at this time, many Crusader soldiers had begun to speak Arabic, and many of them even stopped eating pork.

Intermarriage between multiple ethnic groups is no longer uncommon.

Although this was deeply resisted and disdained by the new pilgrims, Lothar felt that it was a good thing.

If he can control this kingdom in the future, he must knead all these various peoples into one, and after a long period of intermarriage and linguistic assimilation, they will be inseparable from each other.

In previous lives, the Habsburg predecessors had proven that a pluralistic empire would eventually end up splitting apart.

The one in front is the Earl of Renard's residence in Montreal, which is said to have a garden and fountain, painted ceilings and marble tiles. It would be nice if I could own such a town, and if it was not a state of war, the commercial tax I could collect in a year would be enough to maintain all the troops under my command. ”

Lothar said with some envy.

"If you want, let's take the city, it's a big deal to cooperate with Saladin, and the crusaders who arrive later will not be able to break through the city after a difficult trek."

Lothar shook her head: "I don't plan to betray Baldwin IV, and... There is no such possibility, the soldiers of the Royal Knights are more loyal to the King and the Heavenly Father, which is not something I can buy with a little favor. ”

"Let's go, this street is full of leather goods, be careful not to step on dirty water, let's go over there, I see the sign of the goldsmith shop."

Lothar and Pranya walked through the alleys to a more bustling neighborhood.

The shops here are more sophisticated and densely populated than before.

Lothar stopped in front of the goldsmith's shop, frowning.

He saw a striking T-sign engraved on the sign of the goldsmith shop.

This means that a portion of the store's proceeds will be donated to the Knights Templar.

There are also certain other symbols, such as ANNA, which represent the proceeds of this shop, and most of the proceeds will be donated to the Basilica of Santa Anna.

Some believers who are religious, but not so devout as to donate money directly to the church, are happy to spend money in such shops—and Lothar naturally chooses to refuse.

"It's all a promotional method to raise the price, not because I'm afraid of being expensive, but mainly because the goldsmiths who use this as a gimmick often don't have good craftsmanship. We'd better find a shop owned by a Greek, and maybe you can buy Byzantine-style jewelry. ”

Looking at Lothar's serious thinking, the corners of Praruo's mouth couldn't help but rise slightly: "Okay." ”

The system's prompt sounded suddenly: Your five-star servant, Vampire Banshee Fringira, has killed a "Daytime Wisp", and your milestone [Witcher] progress has increased to 2/3.

Lothar was stunned.

He looked at Prajna in confusion and wondered, "Didn't Frigila go to play?" ”

Praruo lied indifferently: "Maybe on the way to play, I happened to bump into a demon spirit." ”

She is used to being expressionless, and it is absolutely impossible for her to show a weak expression.

...

Ten minutes ago.

In a deep alley.

The two corpses lying on the ground, covered in scaly wounds, as if they had been eaten by wild beasts, could not find even a single intact piece of skin.

One of the corpses was lying not far from the alley, just one step away from escaping.

Scott gasped violently.

"The Honest One," John scolded weakly, with a sad face, "I just said don't go over yet, now it's okay, the two of us are bumping into the scene of that evil spirit killing people." ”

Scott swallowed, his voice a little dry: "I... I didn't expect that there really were evil spirits in this world, and they could still haunt during the day. ”

The two hid in a corner.

Looking at the one outside, it was two meters tall, and the old evil spirit with its tongue sticking out.

It was wearing a withered and yellowed white gauze robe, and its long tongue was densely covered with barbs, and the wounds on the corpse were scraped out by the barbs on this tongue.