"I did."

Fringira muttered, "I'm sorry, my lord, I just think that with my current level, it shouldn't lead to such serious consequences." ”

Lothar reached out and grabbed Frynn's long white hair, "I think so too. ”

"But next time, you can't do experiments in the castle anymore, I can assign you an unmanned manor, or set up an explosion-proof magic circle in advance."

Fringira was a little deflated, "Okay, I got it. ”

Kurs smiled and said, "Your Highness, the bath water is ready, you better go and wash up." ”

Fringilla replied with some unhappiness, "Oh. ”

Watch Frigila leave.

Lothar looked into the room.

A black mist swirled in Coos's hands, shadows cast by the lights, crawling slowly on the ground, their color leaning towards crimson.

When he came to the acid on the ground that was corroding the floor tiles, he opened his mouth and swallowed it, and soon the acid was cleaned up, leaving only the deep marks of the corroded masonry.

Lothar bowed slightly to Curs, "Thank you, Curs. ”

Coors shook his head and said, "No, my lord, it's my duty. Maybe it's a bit arrogant, but I would like to say that please take care of Flynn a little more, she may seem to be a proud girl, but in fact, she is very sensitive and needs company. ”

Lothar was somewhat silent.

Of course he knows that.

"I know, thank you for the reminder."

During this time, he did spend very little time with Frigilla, because he was often with Jeanne, learning to ride, practicing swordsmanship, and dealing with the affairs of the territory.

And Frigila was a stupid child who didn't know anything about it, and when Lothar was dealing with government affairs, she couldn't even understand, let alone talk.

Therefore, Friengira, who thought that she was a little "useless", began to be patient and researched alchemical potions that could help Lothar.

Otherwise, with her character of not being able to sit still for three seconds and feeling bored, where did she get this kind of perseverance?

…

Back to the room.

Prajna was kneeling down at the table, carefully dipping his quill pen in ink, writing something on the paper.

What she wants to create is still in its infancy.

Just scrapped manuscripts have accumulated a thick stack, if it were those online writers who relied on the number of words to make money in their previous lives, they would definitely feel distressed.

Lothar was a little puzzled and said: "Prajna, you are too demanding of yourself, I have seen some of your waste manuscripts, and the content is obviously very good, why throw it away?" ”

Pan Ruo was slightly stunned, raised his head, and there were a few waves brewing in his flat eyes-you have actually seen it?

Presumably, it's just something inconsequential.

Otherwise, his attitude would definitely not be the way it is now.

So, she lowered her eyes again.

Long eyelashes that cast a row of shadows under the eyes.

She whispered: "Writing is just a process of pleasing myself, and just because I enjoy the process doesn't mean I really want to write anything." ”

"Is it because it's boring?"

"It's fine."

Question: What does a woman's "okay" mean?

Lothar couldn't help but have a question in his head, and he smiled and said, "Do you want a game of Gwent?" Whoever wins, when Fringira returns, will fight her. ”

Prajna hesitated, inserted the quill back into the pen holder, and tilted his head to stare at Lothar for a long time.

Long black hair hangs down the side of the fair face.

Lothar looked at her very calmly, and in terms of appearance, Prajna was really impeccable, and every time she just looked at her from a distance, she also felt pleasing to the eye.

"Okay."

"Just use a randomly adjusted box, the kind where none of us know each other's hands."

Lothar pulls out two boxes of Gwent cards.

The reason why GWENT cards sell well is also related to their materials.

Not only has the texture of the paper been improved to be better than most books, but the metal frame is wrapped to avoid bending, and the paintings on it are also in a modern realistic style that is different from the painting techniques of this era.

Even excluding the entertainment function, it is a very good collector's item.

If it weren't for the existence of stencil printing, it would be questionable whether it would make money.

This also created a grand occasion in the city of Jerusalem, where even commoners could afford to buy a deck for themselves, making this entertainment a faint trend that was popular from the king to the freedmen.

As for the serfs?

It's hard to live, how can you use money to buy such things?

Lothar handed over a box of Gwent cards and said, "Do you want to use guessing to decide the first move?" ”

In the GWENT cards he designed, the backhand has a clear advantage, so how to decide where to go has always been a serious problem.

"No need, you can do it in the first and third rounds, and I can do it in the second round."

Prajna is confident.

Her strength is indeed very strong, and in the entire Hebron, only Jeanne can fight back and forth with her.

The deck held by Lothar is a monster deck, and the monsters in it include ghouls, bad demons, night demons, vampires, Soul Snatchers, etc... Very good at solving.

The deck held by Prajna is the Jerusalem camp, which is good at team buffs.

In the current version of the Gwent card, there are only two factions, the Kingdom of Jerusalem and the Kingdom of Ayyubid.

Monster Camp is not yet available.

As for the follow-up decks, they are still being polished, and before they are launched, they have to try out more and try to avoid that kind of bug-like cards.

Reality is not a game, there is no such thing as a version update.

Once a bug card is released, it will cause a series of troubles, and more seriously, it will really lead to the rotten reputation of the product, and the consequences of the imitation of the product coming from behind.

As a professional gamer, Lothar knows all too well about this.

In the blink of an eye, it was the final round.

Seeing that Prajna threw a King Baldwin who boosted all melee column cards.

Lothar turned into a Revenant and moved the opposing "King Baldwin" into his melee bar.

With a smile in his eyes, he said, "This style of play is really rebellious." ”

Prajna nodded, "Yes, but the bigger rebellion is still to come." ”

After that, just throw out a "Lothar card" and destroy the "Baldwin IV card".

Lothar threw another Hell Demon card and brought it back to life from the graveyard to the table—if a devout believer saw this wild way of playing in private, he would immediately vomit blood.

It's blasphemous!

…

At dawn.

The monastery bell rings.

The clergy who were praying could be faintly heard, chanting melodiously.

The cold chill of the night has not yet left with the appearance of the sun.

The iron gate of the castle rumbled up, and an eagle banner fluttering in the wind, held in Hans's hand, was the first to walk out of the hall of the lord.

Lothar rode on his mount, and on the black cloak behind his back, he embroidered a dragon's head with fangs and claws in gold thread, and below it was a proverb written in Latin - bathing in dragon blood.

Two attendants followed him, carrying helmets, riding spears, iris shields and other equipment for him.

The hussars lined up neatly, and the feathers painted on their backs made people feel awe.

The Varangian Guard and the remaining veterans were mixed together, the bearskin cloak of the flag bear-bear, the golden eagle emblem, the two armies that belonged to Rome but spanned countless years, and thus became a wonderful blend.

The priests greeted him not far away.

A monk with a shaved head and only a ring of white curly hair around him, dressed in knee-length white robes, strode forward and held Lothar's arm holding the reins.

This Mediterranean hairstyle, known as St. Peter's hairstyle, is different from the St. Paul's hairstyle, which is still used by Orthodox monks to shave all their hair.

The monk raised the cross in his hand and chanted aloud: "St. Michael is with you, Count of Lothar, and your army will return triumphantly bathed in the blood of the infidels." ”

"Thank you, Uther for your blessings."

Lothar bowed slightly.

In Hebron, the power of the Church was very weak, and the highest priest was only a seventh-rank priest, and his status was different from that of the Patriarch of Jerusalem.

Priest Uther smiled flatteringly: "My lord, after you go on your expedition, I will pray for you day and night. ”

Lothar also smiled, and said, "Thank you again, I will repay your kindness with the blood of the infidels on this trip." ”

He knew that Uther's true intentions were either to build churches in the newly acquired lands of Lothar, in the villages of converts, or to get a share of the pagan conversion.

Unfortunately, Lothar didn't plan to give.

If this is really not a good thing, he simply asks Archbishop William to help him get out of the way and replace Ulding and his Saint Lazarus Redemption Order to take over the church in Hebron.

Only this kind of own people, Lothar can use the rest assured.

The group galloped out of the city, and outside the city, they joined the conscripted peasants led by the knights of the Imperial Order.

Brigades of men and horses, marching in orderly formations on dirt roads.

The peasant soldiers who had been conscripted from heaven and earth followed the team with some trepidation.

They were all dressed in armor, but it was old and broken, rusted scales, and a few pieces of blackened chain mail, which were in Hebron's arsenal.

The capacity of the blacksmith's workshop was invested in the production of plate armor, and the production capacity of steel was not rich enough to make a rudimentary breastplate for each of them.

Anyway, Lothar didn't expect them to play much of a role in this battle.

Moreover, even in this case, it was much stronger than the "pilgrim crusades" hastily recruited in Jerusalem at the time, who could not even have an iron helmet in their hands.

The peasant conscripts of Lothar, numbering four hundred, were all equipped with spears, armor, helmets, and shields, on the same level as the sergeants.

It's quite luxurious.

The knights of the Imperial Decree rode tall horses covered with chainmail vests and walked beside them, correcting them when their formation was scattered.

At the shortest, these peasant soldiers received only a week of military training, and they could not even walk in line.

The "Qi" mentioned here is not the level of walking in unison during the military training period, that is, the simplest way to follow your own flag team, not to fall behind, and not to walk into a scattered formation like chasing ducks.

in the ranks.

A little peasant soldier who looked no more than sixteen years old, wearing an overly wide helmet, walked and held on to his helmet, and said to the knight of the edict who led them:

"St. ... Oh no, Heavenly Father, Master Fabio, do you think we will really come back alive this time? ”

Fabio, the knight of the Imperial Decree who had once been in the army, was not angry, but smiled and asked, "Little Karami, are you scared?" ”

The little peasant soldier was a little embarrassed and said, "No, sir, I am not cowardly, I am just worried that if we die on the battlefield, we will not be able to repay the favor of the Earl—you know, we have not yet had time to pay the Earl's tax on a single copper." ”

Not long ago, Renard's tax collector in Hebron had just collected the midsummer tax.

The next tax payment day is the end of September for the Feast of Michael.

Fabio laughed, "Listen, little Karami. The Earl has given you land, given you rations, lent you farm implements and cattle for ploughing, and asked me to train you in fighting skills, not to drag you to the battlefield and die. ”

Fabio was the best of the many knights of the Imperial Order, as he knew the language of the Saracens, which was stronger than Lothar.

Although Lothar had studied Arabic and Kurdish with Prajna for a long time, due to his accent, he still often spoke with the people when talking to them.

Fabio cried out to the peasant soldiers he had trained, "Is it more expensive for the Count to recruit the Frankish pilgrims, who are short of food and clothing, fanatical in their faith, and fearless in their faith?" ”

"Look at the armor on your body, which is even more precious than all your possessions, don't you understand what the Earl expects of you?"

The peasants shouted:

"That's right, what Lord Fabio said is right, everyone knows what the Lord and Lord Count do to us."

"Heavenly Father, I must kill a few heretics in this battle to repay the kindness of the adults."

"We need to show the enemy that we're not just going to use hoes and dung forks."

The peasants may be short-sighted, but they are not fools.

Fabio couldn't help but laugh and said, "Young man, don't forget what I taught you, this battle doesn't require you to be very brave, just follow my orders like you did in training." ”

The pace of the marching procession, in the midst of conversation, became much lighter.

Some of the peasant soldiers whispered to Karami, "You shouldn't have spoken to Lord Fabio like that, for the Count has liberated us and made us free people, and we can fill our bellies." ”

"Don't forget what kind of life you used to live in the past," he said, "pulling a plow and working in the fields every day, whipping you for laziness, and chaining you like a dog at night. ”

"It was the Earl who made us live such a good life, and for this, even if we paid for our lives, what should we not do?"

The small peasant soldier lowered his head and said hesitantly: "Hug... I'm sorry, but it's because I see that I'm about to live a good life that I don't want to die like this. ”

His tone became heavy: "We now have our own land, and we have less rent to pay than before... Moreover, it is still on the fertile land by the river, and it is not even necessary for livestock to plough deeply, and you can grow endless oats. ”

"Your Excellency also allowed us to cut down trees in his forest to build houses... I was thinking of building a barn and having a patterned cat to catch mice. ”

"If my mother hadn't starved to death, she would be happy by now."

The peasant soldiers who accused him were somewhat silent.

Famine was a nightmare for serfs who could not save a surplus.

In the past, Lord Hussein never cared about their life or death.

When there was a shortage of food, he preferred to send a grain team to sell the surplus grain to the city rather than lend it to serfs who were short of food.

Unless it is a yeoman farmer who owns a certain amount of land, because they can use their land to pay off their debts.

The shadows in front of you are magnified.

Fabio's figure on his mount appeared in front of him: "Little Karami, does this just make you feel satisfied with this life?" Don't you want to be like me, riding a tall horse and wearing a brand new bright armor that can illuminate the human figure? ”

The little peasant soldier subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

Although they all wore armor, these peasant soldiers were still far behind the knights in plate armor like Fabio.

It's the difference between a beggar and a king!

The little peasant soldier opened his mouth, a little incredulous: "Can we too?" ”

He couldn't even imagine what it would be like to put on that armor and ride on such a majestic horse.

The rest of the peasants and soldiers were also fascinated.

Fabio's big pie is too tempting to draw.

"The Earl is a generous man, I think you have all learned that.

And you have all converted to the true faith.

So after you have done enough meritorious deeds, why should he not give you the title of knight? ”

Fabio said.