It didn't rain much.

Rustle of falling leaves, snow and rain.

The whole city was covered with a layer of mist, as if wearing a white scarf.

Baron Gofrey stood at the door of the palace hall, carefully dusting off the mud stains from his plate armor robe, with an uncontrollable smile on his face.

Along.

The gorgeous armor on his body, the expressions full of envy, made him a little fluttery.

Goldfrey was not a hedonistic man who admired extravagance.

Catholic doctrine never reveals this, but a set of gorgeous armor with amazing defensive power and the ability to shake off the terrible appearance of chainmail is really addictive.

Only I have it, and no one else has it.

This kind of coolness is like in the original world of Lothar, when the school could only wear a bloated blue and white school uniform in winter, you justifiably put on a very handsome, warm and comfortable brand new clothes.

Gao Frey couldn't wait to show off to his fellow vassals at the court meeting, and by the way, he promoted a wave of this custom-made fine plate armor for Lothar.

Then.

Behind him, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves.

Raymond, the regent, with a group of attendants, wearing a blue cloak emblazoned with a cross on it, handed the reins to the attendants with a smile on his face, and walked up the stone steps.

When the two of them looked at each other, their expressions subconsciously froze.

"Lord Tibilias."

Raymond also smiled back: "Lord High Frey." ”

Gao Frey talked to him, and there was a wave in his heart.

"Hell, Raymond, why does he look more heroic than I am? Could it be that the armor that Lothar gave him was even more exquisite? ”

"Yes, that's it, look at the pattern on his breastplate, Lothar this ungrateful stinky boy!"

Raymond had expected this, Lothar was closer to Gaufrey, and since he had given it all to himself, how could he not give it to his most important ally.

It's just that...

"Hey, this guy Gao Frey is obviously far inferior to me, wearing this plate armor, and he doesn't look as heroic and handsome as me!"

Regent Raymond puffed out his chest and smiled with a smile on his face: "Let's go in together?" ”

The smile on Goldfrey's face became more and more stiff: "Okay, you first, please." ”

...

"Whew-"

Hans had done enough mental construction, took a deep breath with some trepidation, and finally chose to knock on the wooden door in front of him.

He had come to visit Joseph's Frost.

Joseph is the knight who lost his son last year and died in battle with demons this year.

"Who's out there?"

Hans tried to make his tone softer: "Madame, I am a friend of Joseph's. ”

The wooden door was opened.

The scene inside surprised Hans a little.

For there were three knights and six sergeants, and they were seated around a square table—all those who had survived the battle of demons, except for the more seriously wounded, had gathered here.

"Your Excellency, Commander!"

They all stood up and greeted Hans.

Joseph's Frost was a woman with freckles on her face and long fiery red hair, and she had a gentle smile on her face: "Ah, you are Hans of Sego, aren't you?" I have often heard Joseph speak of you. You are a wonderful person and I am grateful for you to be here for his funeral. ”

Hans was silent.

"Come in, Mr. Hans."

Hans walked into the room with some difficulty, and he whispered, "Sorry, Madame, I was not able to bring Joseph back alive. ”

The smile on the woman's face seemed to disappear all at once.

The atmosphere became a little heavy.

But she immediately wiped away her tears and smiled again: "No, it's nothing, they told me what happened, you have done your best, not even the Heavenly Father can criticize a noble knight who treats his subordinates as well as you." ”

"Hurry up, please take a seat, I'll bring you some wine."

Knights and sergeants also extended a kind invitation to him.

"Yes, Your Excellency, please sit down quickly."

"Father Ulding and his Order of Redemption took only one day to completely heal our wounds, and I heard that you have a good relationship with him?"

"Ah, well, yes, that's pretty good."

He came to the table and stammered, "I thought... I thought you would... You're going to blame me. ”

"Blame you?"

"Do you blame you for being a werewolf?"

A light smile appeared on the soldiers' faces: "Your Excellency, you are indeed a werewolf, but you are not at all like the legend, and we prefer to believe our own eyes than the description of the bard who drank too much. ”

"Yes, Lord Hans, you have nothing to do with the ferocious, brutal, inhuman monsters of legend."

"Moreover, since the Grand Master is willing to believe in you and entrust you with important tasks, there is no reason why we should not believe you."

Hans was a little speechless.

"I..."

But what he didn't know was that before leaving, Lothar went to visit these people one by one, and used blood magic to guide them to a certain extent.

As for how much of their current performance is due to sincerity and how much is due to the effect of magic, it is unknown.

Lothar didn't plan to tell Hans about it.

As an older brother, Lothar felt the need to take care of his younger brother's physical and mental health.

…

In a grape plantation in the countryside.

Lothar and his party stopped on a dirt road in the countryside, and beside the road, were hired farmers who were working—the land belonged to his lord.

Now, the day after he returned to Hebron.

But he didn't stay in the hall of the lord, but fulfilled the promise he had made with Jeanne when he left, and took them to experience the vineyard.

Now, it's harvest season.

The hussars, holding high the banner of the double-headed eagle, announced to the people that their lord was on patrol.

From time to time, he would pause to listen to the demands of his subjects, and resolve or reject them as appropriate.

The reason for this high profile is that Lothar intends to catch out the rats that are hiding in the stinky ditch once and for all.

It had been nearly two days since they left Hebron, and if the local tycoons were decisive enough, they should be ready to do it to themselves by now.

He was not afraid of it.

How powerful killers can these country heroes invite?

At most, the conspiracy forces in Jerusalem organized the assassination of Crown Prince Baldwin Jr., and invited Assasin's assassins to attack him.

But this time is different from the past, and an enemy of that level doesn't need to be made by Jeanna at all, and if Prana and Fringi pull out, he can easily take care of it by himself.

in the fields.

A pagan girl wearing a veil, barefoot in the dirt, holding a basket of grapes with a shy face, walked towards this side: "My lord, these are for you. ”

The girl was beautiful, with milky skin, and the black mud spots rubbed against her cheeks, and it did not hide her charm in the slightest.

Lothar smiled and ordered the guards to take it, "Thank you." ”

The girl thanked her sincerely: "Thank you for your magnanimity. May the Holy Fire and Heavenly Father bless you. ”

"You're welcome."

Seeing the girl go away, the smile on Lothar's face gradually faded.

He handed the basket of grapes to Prajna.

Flynn immediately stretched out her hand: "I want it too!" ”

Lothar was a little helpless, opened Flynn's hand, and in her somewhat aggrieved gaze, asked, "Try it to see if it's poisonous?" ”

With a blank face, Pranya picked up a grape, peeled it off with her long fingers, and put it in her mouth.

After a moment, she said succinctly, "No, it's sweet." ”

Frigila said with some sneer: "Actually, I can also test the poison, the human toxin, it shouldn't be effective against the blood clan." ”

Jeanne sneered, "Miss Flyn, I don't think you understand the gold content of the Heavy Guard. ”

Fringira immediately retorted, "So, you know a lot?" ”

The two began to quarrel frequently during this time.

Jeanne's deterrent power against Frigila is declining, and it is estimated that it will not be long before she will be awarded the title of "silly big man" alongside Prajna.

Lothar picked up a grape with some emotion, peeled it off and put it in her mouth: "It's really sweet, let's eat it separately, to be honest, I'm surprised." ”

Andreas, who was following Lothar, complimented, "My lord, this is nothing surprising, even if you are a heretic, you will be grateful for your magnanimity. ”

Lothar shook her head: "There is a language and religious barrier, and sometimes, it is not that you can be grateful if you are kind to the common people." ”

Andreas said cautiously, "That's what I said, but you should be happy, don't you?" ”

Lothar was slightly stunned.

Then he smiled and said: "Ha, indeed, it is much better to be able to receive gratitude from others than to walk down the street and have a pair of expressions full of hatred and disgust everywhere behind you." ”

If possible, he would be willing to bring a better life to his people within his means.

It had nothing to do with whether or not it contributed to his rule, but rather with the fact that he had come from a commoner background.