"It seems that our noble palace minister has hit a wall in front of the nobles and knights of Montreal, and instead pinched me as a soft persimmon?"

There wasn't much anger in Lothar's heart, but instead she felt like she was watching a clown.

Although, his behavior of providing shelter for the soldiers out of his own pocket and paying for the hotel according to the price does look a little like a soft persimmon.

"Hans, put on a pair of iron gloves and come with me."

Hans's face was full of smiles: "My lord, are you sure you don't take action yourself?" It's a great time to gain prestige. ”

Hans was instructed to wear iron gloves for a simple reason.

He intends to use the simplest and most effective way to resolve conflicts as a nobleman—duel.

Perhaps for others, duels are still extremely dangerous, and no one will survive a duel forever, even if they have the advantage of strength.

The war horse stumbled, and happened to be stabbed through the weak point of the defense by the opponent, or when the horse fell, the head was to the ground, and the neck was knocked in half...

There are so many surprises.

And no one can guarantee that the strength of their opponents will be weaker than their own.

That's why knightly duels are called a judgment in which "the Father decides who is right and who is wrong", because luck is important.

Lothar shook his head and said: "In terms of personal bravery, I have accumulated enough prestige, after all, the honor of killing two werewolves in a row has been taken by me alone, if I make a move, they will not dare to fight." ”

Hans complimented: "Your Excellency! ”

Lothar couldn't help but laugh: "Hans, your compliment is terrible. ”

...

A group of well-dressed knights, surrounded by Amalric, stood outside the Oak and Hazelnut inn.

On the opposite side, the heavily armed royal knights and sergeants confronted each other at a distance.

Lothar's growing popularity with the Order had already made them angry with the disdain for their Grand Master in their words and demeanor.

"Don't be impulsive, it's up to the Grand Master to decide!"

Piping, who had been promoted to the rank of "Grand Knight" and "Flag Bearer", was very authoritative among the knights, and he spontaneously restrained his subordinates and was no longer as reckless as before.

Someone looked at the other side with an anxious expression: "This Baron of Lothar is the Grand Master of the Royal Knights, will he agree to your request?" ”

"What a bullshit Grand Master, a young man who hasn't grown any hair, Lord Amalric wants him to vacate this inn to give him face."

Julian of Lusignan said in a loud voice, "Yes, this Lothar has an inseparable relationship with Sir Humphrey's death, as for the testimony of those local nobles and knights? Who knows if they colluded to take advantage of the Count of Renard's lack of time to take care of Montreal? ”

"You mean that I'm still a sinner?"

The knights and sergeants who stood in front of the inn slowly parted.

Lothar strode out.

He looked at this condescending knight on a sturdy warhorse, who had been on the throne of Jerusalem for marrying Sibylla in his previous life, and later became a knight of the ruler of Cyprus by defecting to Richard the Lionheart.

"Answer my question, Ju Yin!" ”

Not to be outdone, Ju Yin said, "Isn't it? No one can clear your suspicion of the death of Sir Humphrey without a verdict, and as for the evil spirits? It's ridiculous! There is only one true God in the world, and that is the Father! Where did the evil god come from? ”

"In that case, let Heavenly Father decide whether I am guilty or not."

Lothar took off her gloves and slammed it into the opposite direction.

Bang –

Amalric was caught off guard and was slammed in the face by the heavy chainmail glove.

He said angrily: "You are crazy, Lothar, I am the palace minister, how dare you do this to me? ”

gloves, slid from his face and fell to the ground.

But he didn't dare to reach out to take it, because if he did, it would mean that he accepted Lothar's challenge.

Ju Yin's face turned red, and he scolded: "You bastard, barbarian who ran out of the Germanic mountains and forests, you have contempted the law for your own bravery, this is a blasphemy!" ”

Lothar said with some amusement: "If I'm not mistaken, the usual person who often relies on his own duel experience, and throws gloves at others at every turn, seems to be you?" I'm also curious, how can I get rid of this stinky problem of throwing gloves at other people's hands at every turn? You should be experienced enough to teach me? ”

Ju Yin's lungs are about to explode.

Ever since he was cleanly defeated by the blacksmith from Gaul, his reputation for bravery had been trampled by countless feet.

Some of his former defeated men began to mock him as an opponent for not even being a blacksmith.

Lothar literally tore open the scar he had buried in his heart and sprinkled salt on it.

"That's enough, Lothar."

Amalric feels like he's getting a bit of a hard time riding right now.

The eyes of the surrounding eyes, those knights who were bluffed by his palace appearance in the past, and their faces were full of compliments and reverence, but now they looked at him as if they were looking at a clown.

He was sure that if he retreated like this, the hearts of the people in the group would be completely scattered.

After that, it is conceivable how many of these knights will remain under their command.

In this battle, he also plans to make meritorious deeds, even if it is some insignificant feats, it can make the Empress Dowager Agnes operate and give him a fiefdom.

If the knights were scattered, who else could he count on?

Do you expect the levies, who were mostly ruffians and hooligans, and who were not even fully armoured?

"Don't dare to fight, I know it's too difficult for you to duel with me. Hans, it's time for you to throw your gloves at our court. ”

Smack-

This time, Amalric had already taken precautions and subconsciously turned his head, but a pair of heavy iron gloves still smashed on his face impartially.

"Bastard!"

"You're just too much of a deception!"

"Lord Gongxiang, am I deceiving you?"

There was a hint of coldness in Lothar's voice, and the majestic coercion brought by the dragonborn bloodline swept away like a storm.

Step by step, he walked forward.

The faces of the knights on the opposite side changed slightly, and the mounts under their crotches retreated uncontrollably.

"You want to take the inn I rented at great expense, and take the resting place prepared by the Crusader warriors who I have fought a bloody battle and killed hundreds of Mamluk cavalry, and now it has become a place for me to deceive you?"

"I'll duel you!"

Ju Yin, who couldn't bear it anymore, shouted.

"It's good that you weren't completely smashed by those punches."

Lothar said approvingly or sarcastically.

Amalric hurriedly added: "The day of the duel should be set by us, the coming day is rushing, people are sleepy, and it is too unfair to us to fight a duel now." ”

"When do you want it?"

Amalric thought for a moment and said, "At least in a week." ”

This is clearly a pretext.

A week later, the army was probably confronted by the Saracens under the city of Calleburg, and there was still time for a duel.

But Lothar didn't refuse, he just nodded: "Yes." But, my honorable minister, I have to warn you of one thing, do not restrain your men, do not clash with my knights, and do not let me see you taking over civilians, even pagan mansions. ”

Amalric's face changed slightly, he couldn't have imagined that Lothar would even think of this.

"Pagan civilians are also human? Don't we, the warriors who fought for God, have no right to even the pagan houses? Baron Lothar, do you think of yourself as a king? ”

Lothar smiled, "You can try, I don't mind trying your hand at the rabble before fighting the Saracens." ”

"My palace minister, you are greedy for so much money in the city defense army, and you just take out some money for the soldiers who lack food and clothing under your hands, are you still unwilling? I can't imagine how the brave Frankish knights of the past could have become as greedy and miserly as the Jews so quickly. ”

"You... You're slandering! ”

Eventually, Amalric retreated in disgrace.

He was like a clown in a gypsy caravan, or a courtier to please the nobles, and staged a farce at the city gate and in front of the inn.