Leave the main hall of the royal palace.

A well-dressed servant was standing in the hallway waiting.

Seeing Lothar appear, he immediately greeted him and said in a humble tone, "Your Excellency, Your Highness has invited you to a banquet. ”

Lothar's gaze swept over the coat of arms on the other's shoulders, and his expression moved slightly.

Six standing lions on a blue background in an inverted triangle represent the Anjou branch, while the large cross represents the royal family of Jerusalem.

Richard the Lionheart added the lion coat of arms inherited from his mother Aquitaine to the original double lion coat of arms of the William family of Normandy (representing the Duchy of Albion and Normandy respectively), thus evolving into the current Three Lions coat of arms.

Although they are all Anjou families, the royal family of Jerusalem will not change with it.

The complexity of heraldry can be seen.

Lothar asked, "Which princess is your Highness?" ”

The servant smiled and said, "Your Highness Sibylla. ”

"I'm sorry, I'm honored to receive such an invitation, but please tell your Highness that Your Highness has an important task entrusted to me, and I beg your forgiveness for not accepting your Highness's kindness."

Lothar looked apologetic.

The banquet of this era was an important occasion for the nobles to connect with each other, negotiate marriages and even conclude alliances.

If it weren't for the fact that he had something to do, he would have been happy to attend the banquet.

"So, Lord Earl, the banquet will be held at Princess Sibylla's royal estate, and the time will be this evening, so you can come at any time if you are done with the matter in hand."

"Okay, thank you."

Seeing the slave walk away, Frigila immediately became angry: "Heh, this old woman in estrus is really a thief to your adult." ”

"The thief's heart is not dead?"

Jeanne suddenly showed a curious expression: "Miss Flin, I am quite curious about this matter, let's hear about it in detail?" ”

Fringira rolled her eyes: "Nothing to say!" ”

Lothar smiled and didn't speak.

It's not that he is narcissistic, Princess Sibylla probably really meant this, otherwise the slave wouldn't have said it, as long as he finished his official duties, he could come to the door at any time.

After all, he was already one of the most prominent young nobles in the kingdom, and he was still unmarried, and even if Baldwin IV and Goldfrey let out the news, they still couldn't stop the nobles from wanting to marry Lothar.

Even in the case of political marriages, noble ladies would rather be with more handsome and promising young dignitaries.

Jeanne said with some regret: "If the lord marries this princess Sibylla, won't he be able to become the stepfather of the crown prince, and when the time comes, it will not be difficult to be crowned king." ”

"This kind of golden rich woman is really hard to find with a lantern."

Fringilla said angrily: "It's all old women who have given birth, how do you think it is so expensive?" ”

Jeanne pondered for a moment and made a very pertinent assessment: "In terms of age, she is much younger than the three of us. ”

With an anxious look on her face, as if her most beloved thing was about to be taken away, she tugged at the corner of Lothar's coat and did not speak.

Lothar smiled and touched her head: "Don't think about that, if I want the throne, I want to take it myself, from Transjordan to the west, to conquer the Sinai Peninsula, and then to Egypt, when the time comes, I can completely establish a new kingdom." ”

Even if Baldwin IV was not cured, Princess Sibylla was about to be crowned queen regent, and he never thought of obtaining the throne of Jerusalem by marriage.

We're all hanging, and we still have to grieve ourselves for a political marriage?

That's too much of a loss.

If you want to marry, take Prajna!

Lothar's mind subconsciously conjured up the scene of Pranya holding a baby with a cold face, and breastfeeding the child under the cover of the curtain.

The two looked at each other, and Prajna was startled by the rare heat in his gaze.

Fringira: "? ”

…

In an estate on the outskirts of Jerusalem.

Hans was surrounding the manor with a group of knights and sergeants of the Royal Order.

"This should be it."

He twitched his nose and ordered his men to keep their mounts in good order, while the rest of the men marched into the manor in full gear.

"Be on guard, search in groups of three."

Hans ordered.

The beast's instincts told him that the target was in this manor.

As a werewolf, he felt that the most suitable job for him should be to solve the murder case.

The werewolf's terrifying sense of smell and innate beastly instinct enabled him to capture many criminals after he took charge of the Royal Knights, and the law and order in Jerusalem was greatly improved.

"Your Excellency, Commander, no one!"

The soldiers reported one after another.

"No one?"

"How is that possible!"

He twitched his nose and searched forward.

A moment later, in the garden behind the manor, he searched the nursery until he came to a place, raised his armed sword and stabbed it fiercely.

Below, there was the sound of wooden planks shattering.

"Search."

Hans drew his sword, which was still stained with mud, and ordered someone to step forward and lift the mud floor, revealing a deep tunnel leading to the ground.

"My lord, how did you find out?"

Smell it out.

Hans said silently in his heart.

He said: "The soil on the ground is very new, and the technique of covering a layer of soil on the wooden planks has never been a clever means of concealment. ”

The knights suddenly showed admiration.

"I see!"

"There's still a lot to learn from Your Excellency the Commander."

Go down to the ground.

Hans looked solemnly at the stacked clay pots in front of him.

Inside, there was a strange faint fragrance, the kind of smell that seemed to arouse people's appetite, and the secretion of saliva in his mouth couldn't help but speed up a little.

Because of this, Hans's expression became more and more solemn.

Because he is a werewolf, the favorite food in the recipe is always human, so what is hidden in the clay pot can already be imagined.

"My lord, what is this?"

The soldiers looked horrified, having previously found this kind of thing during a search of the heretic's cellars in the city.

At first, they thought it was wine, but when they opened it, they found that there were pieces of chopped bones and flesh floating in the dark red wine.

"Well, don't pay attention to this, our purpose is to burn all these villains who distort the will of the Heavenly Father and bewitch the righteous faith to eat people."

Hans said in a deep voice.

The group walked silently in the dark tunnel.

One of the knights suddenly spoke: "Last year, my son disappeared not long after he was born. ”

The atmosphere became more and more dreary.

Hans couldn't say anything comforting, he just said, "Be vigilant, protect yourself, and don't let your wife lose her son and then her husband." ”

He pushed away the two knights who were leading the way, and said, "Let me go to the front, and if something happens, you will immediately withdraw from the road." ”

"But."

Hans snorted coldly: "This road is already narrow, and my swordsmanship is wide open and closed, and you crowding behind me will only make me have no room to move and turn around." ”

"Yes."

The soldiers nodded their heads.

Nowadays, Hans's prestige in the Royal Knights sometimes surpasses that of Lothar.

For them, Lothar is a legend, an object of veneration.

But more often than not, it's just a symbol in the heart, too high and too far away from them.

Hans was the one they really came into contact with on a daily basis, presiding over their training and taking a portion of their salaries out of their salaries to support the poor for their families.

The road is very long, and it has not reached the ground for a long time.

Until, Hans smelled a strong smell of blood.

Bang Bang –

A drop of blood fell on his shoulder.

He immediately admonished: "We are coming, if the opponent is too strong, remember to follow my orders to evacuate and seek reinforcements." ”

One by one, the soldiers promised it.

But what Hans didn't know was that the more he said that, the more reluctant the men were to leave him alone on the battlefield.

No one is not afraid of death.

But for some people, death is no more sad than accepting the torture of their conscience every day and night that follows.

The group came to the end of the corridor, where there was a staircase leading to the top.

At the end of the stairs was a stone gate, which was hidden, and with a strong push, it opened.

In front of you, you will see a large hall.

It is probably the site of a large theater built here by the Greeks, and the ruins still reveal the glory of the former imperial rule.

"Heavenly Father is above!"

"Is this a ritual to sacrifice demons?"

The faces of the soldiers were filled with fear.

I saw that in the middle of the hall, there were living people sitting cross-legged on the ground, their heads hanging down, and blood was constantly overflowing from their wrists.

Their lives were slipping, but they had no intention of resisting.

If it weren't for the fact that their chests were still slightly heaving, anyone would have thought that this was a group of lifeless corpses.

Blood, wetting the ground.

The pungent smell of iron fills everyone's nostrils.

In the center of these people, a ball of flesh beating like a heart, stretching out red tentacles like straws, reaching into the ground, drinking blood.

At this moment, a priest with a Bible in his hand and wearing a shabby vestment shouted in the crowd: "Praise be to you, great Son, come again to earth in the place where you have fallen, Amen!" ”

Bang bang –

Bang bang –

The speed of the "heart" beating faster and faster, making the knights present feel a flustered heart for no reason, as if even their own heartbeat had to be synchronized with this meat ball.

Until there was a bang.

The ball of meat is broken.

From it, a huge monster three meters tall came out.

It had sinuous red horns on the top of its head, its body covered with black triangular scales like dragon scales, a blue-black face like a goat, and a large number of blood-colored tentacles like whiskers hanging from its jaws.

Wide, huge fleshy wings, stretched out like clouds and sun.

"It's . Demon! ”

There was a hint of consternation on Hans's face.