Chapter 178: The Proposal for an Alliance
Lothar reassured, "Don't worry. β
"It is not possible to fight in a moment, and Emperor Henry is not a man who likes to fight in a reckless manner. He prefers to use political means to deal with problems rather than force. β
Otto recalled the way his emperor had behaved, and relaxed slightly.
If it weren't for the city-states of North Apennines taking the initiative to resist taxes, they would not have provoked Emperor Henry's army to attack.
"I hope His Majesty the Emperor can think of a good solution to the current situation."
The two brothers, led by their attendants, came to the banquet.
In the banquet hall, a group of nobles, noblewomen and knights were enthusiastically admiring the beautiful oriental dance.
Dressed in a cool manner, covered with only a layer of tulle, revealing a large area of smooth skin, the graceful woman swayed her slender waist and danced to the music.
A slave girl from Persia who always crushed the Frankish woman when it came to serving.
Saracen women were even more important, and many of the Ayyubid princes and nobles preferred to visit the Frankish brothels.
As soon as Lothar appeared, she became the undisputed centerpiece of the banquet.
Knights and nobles swarmed up, glass in hand trying to strike up a conversation with Lothar.
Even if you put aside those legendary experiences such as "dragon slayer" and "god favorite", in their eyes, Lothar is also a powerful earl who can turn stones into gold.
In Jerusalem, in the most popular armor shops and taverns, almost everyone has a deck of Gwent cards, all of which were created by Lothar.
These two inventions, which can be said to have changed the life of almost all the knightly classes in Jerusalem, greatly increased the prestige of Lothar.
Lothar took Otto and formally introduced his brother to the aristocratic circle of the Kingdom of Jerusalem.
Then.
Princess Sibylla took her glass and searched for it.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness."
"I thought you wouldn't think you would be happy to meet me."
Princess Sibylla wears a long crimson coat with a long skirt with oriental features.
He wears a white scarf decorated with jewels on his face, and his bare thin eyebrows and clear blue eyes make him look more and more charming.
It's beautiful.
Lothar silently praised in her heart, but it was not as beautiful as my home.
Much worse than Jeanne.
Lothar replied with a smile: "Of course, it is a happy thing to be able to reunite with His Highness after a long absence. β
"Speaking of which, I haven't thanked you for saving my child in the first place."
"It's just the duty."
Lothar smiled and said, "Even now, I have not stepped down as the Grand Master of the Royal Knights, and it is still my duty to maintain the security of the royal palace. β
"Let's go in and sit."
Princess Sibylla and Lothar sat opposite each other at the most advantageous table.
This is not in accordance with etiquette, but Princess Sibylla is not a simple noblewoman, she is also a feudal lord with knights and vassals loyal to her.
Even in the conservative continent, no one can control such a female noblewoman.
Not to mention the increasingly orientalized kingdom of Jerusalem.
"Would you like to play a game of Gwent?"
Princess Sibylla pulls out the small box she was carrying with her and pushes open the sliding lid to reveal a neatly stacked hardcover version of the cards that even have gold dust added to the frame, which is a top-of-the-line luxury.
Lothar couldn't help but laugh and said, "Ha, Your Highness, are you sure you want to play cards with the inventor of the Gwent card?" I have a whole set of special gold cards. β
"I have it too, don't underestimate how much a longtime Witcher fan is willing to pay for a Gwent deck."
A hint of pride appeared between Sibylla's eyebrows: "I didn't know that you were the author of the witcher. β
Lothar said with some humility: "I don't know that the author of this book is mineβin fact, this book was ghostwritten by one of my ladies, and I just gave me an idea." β
"The Lady Prajna?"
"You know?"
"Of course, the famous Iron Knight, if it weren't for the romantic knights who follow you all day long and pursue her, they would have crowded your tent long ago."
Lothar shrugged, "I'm not going to give them that chance. β
Sibylla's expression became a little complicated.
"You rejected me because of Ms. Prajna, right? I have heard that she is a witch with magical powers, and that the monarchs of the continent have always been keen to pursue such a mysterious, amorous woman. β
Lothar didn't expect Sibylla to say something that bordered on a showdown.
"Ma'am, I am also an ordinary person, and the reason why I have been able to achieve these great achievements is only with the help of witches."
"You don't have to comfort me with such words."
Sibylla curled the corners of her mouth slightly: "If he is really an ordinary person, how can he get the effect of witches one after another?" And as far as I know, there is more than just Lady Prajna under your hands. β
"Don't worry, Lothar, don't worry I'll be pestering you, in fact, I was married to Power many years ago."
Sibylla and Lothar stared at each other.
"Make an alliance with me."
Lothar saw blazing in the other party's eyes.
It was a fiery emotion that flowed like molten lava.
"Your Highness, I am only loyal to Your Majesty."
Sibylla said in an aggravated tone, "But your majesty, my brother, he is afflicted with an incurable disease, and his wife has not borne him an heir, and I am destined to be the queen of this country. β
Lothar continued to shirk: "Then I will be your most trusted courtier on the day of your coronation." β
Sibylla's tone suddenly rose to a higher level: "Lothar, you are insulting me!" β
Lothar looked at the angry female feudal lord with an unchanging face, and smiled: "I don't mean to insult you, because I don't have the same ambition for the throne, for higher power, and for wealth as you. β
"No, you can't fool me, you're an ambitious man."
"In the way you look and in the stories you write, I see ambition and ambition."
Lothar shook her head and said, "Your Highness, I do have ambitions, but I have different pursuits than yours. β
Lothar was silent for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "If I want to obtain a higher position, I will only have the title of Sinaibean, King of Egypt, instead of being busy with infighting and putting the kingdom at risk. β
Sibylla asked rhetorically, "You just want to open up the frontier and fight the infidels?" If you support me, I will give you more support! β
"No, Your Highness."
Lothar smiled and said, "Your Majesty has given me the greatest support he can, you won't, and can't give me more." β
He stood up and bowed slightly: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, my ambitions are indeed great, but we are not all the way. β
As Sibylla said, she is already married to power.
This kind of person is a political animal who is willing to do whatever it takes to gain power and status.
Gong Dou is an insider, and a layman is in politics.
In Lothar's view, if the kingdom falls into the hands of Princess Isabella, and the kingdom is destroyed, but she inherits the title of queen, she chooses between two endings.
Sibylla would not hesitate to choose the second ending.
And, more importantly, Lothar was sure that Baldwin IV would live a long time if nothing else, and that he would not have had to take sides in advance.
Sibylla looked at Lothar's back, and her face became a little ugly.
But she quickly adjusted: "Stop, Count Lothar, our game hasn't started yet." Perhaps, as you say, I don't understand your pursuit. But at least we won't be enemies. β
Lothar had already shown that he was unwilling to get involved in the struggle between the Queen Mother and the Jue Party, and this incident gave Sibylla a reassurance.
But at the moment, the power of the Jue Party is going to overpower the Queen Mother's Party.
Because the backbone of the Queen Mother's party, the former Count of Transjordan Renard, is now only the lord of Calleburg and Montreal.
In his place, the Count of Lothar had a good relationship with the regent Raymond, which was a sign that Princess Sibylla and the other members of the Queen Mother's party felt very dangerous.
Lothar looked at Sibylla's determined eyes and nodded slightly: "It is naturally an honor to be able to play cards with His Highness." β