Lothar had long wanted to pull the falconer into his ranks, and this perfect scout was much better than a light cavalry running on four legs.

But the falconers, who are somewhat touched by the transcendents, have concluded a "contract" with the falcon through some kind of ritual, and can communicate with each other and master the "eagle language".

Moreover, the cultivation of falcons is not a simple matter.

It is said to be common, and it is indeed common.

Many of the larger Saracen lords had falconers under their command.

But to say rare, it's really rare, there are so many princes and nobles in the Crusaders, and few of them have falconers, as if this falconer is bound to Zoroastrianism.

Lothar didn't go near the bloody stake.

He just ordered: "Let the branch of the Redemption Order of St. LS Road, where Alain Deller is stationed, send a team of clergy to Ira Harbor, the war is coming, how can it be done without a military doctor." ”

But far water, can't save the near fire.

Unless Ulding was there in person, no one would have been able to heal such a penetrating wound.

The sheriff of Irah Harbor, Pepin, after the departure of the others in Lothar, whispered: "Give them a good burial, and the Father will bless them to ascend to heaven." ”

"Amen."

On the high ground opposite, a group of Mamluk guards dressed in black scale armor and chainmail helmets surrounded an oriental-style canopy.

It was a parasol covered in black silk, and Rauf the Impaler stood in the shade, holding a silver wine glass and taking a sip of fermented grape juice.

"Heh, it's so calm, no wonder Zahn you're going to lose to him."

Beside him, Zahn's expression was a little complicated.

In his heart, of course, he wanted revenge on Lothar and reclaim his territory.

But in that battle, his self-confidence was almost completely shattered by Jeanne, and in his heart, he did not want to be an enemy of an opponent like Lothar again.

"Indeed, he is not like the traditional Frankish princes."

"It's a pity."

"Didn't provoke him to kill here."

Rauf Aladdin sighed softly.

Contrary to Lothar's expectations, Rauf wanted to provoke Lothar, not to make Lothar bear the responsibility for tearing up the peace treaty, but to attack Lothar here.

He controlled a large territory on both sides of the Red Sea, was able to assemble 3,000 armoured soldiers, and had a Mamluk guard of 500 men, making him the most powerful lord in the Hejaz region except for the guardians of the two holy cities.

"But Zahn, don't worry, with Master Shermel, soon, I will help you regain your lost territory."

Rauf was confident.

He had already heard from Zahn that this Frankish lord had a wizard under his command, so naturally he would not act rashly without a way to deal with it.

Master Shermael is a wizard from East Africa who serves animal spirits.

Zahn forced himself to show a smile: "Rauf, if you don't forget it, it's not dissatisfying to let me be a general under you." ”

"Hmph, Zahn, look at the way you look now, cowardly, like a defeated dog with a broken back."

Rauf snorted coldly.

"Half a month at the latest, when the first batch of Manticore Knights has finished training, we will launch an attack on Ira Harbor - then, contact a group of pirates, cooperate with our fleet, and advance in both directions - he can't hold it!"

Zahn opened his mouth, reminding him that the pirate you had contacted last time had disappeared without a sound without knowing what was going on.

But he kept his mouth shut again.

This brother of his own, who has expanded vigorously in the Hejaz region over the years, has swelled greatly in terms of strength and mentality.

Originally, he had no right to speak in front of him, but now he has lost the territory he gave himself.

If it weren't for the fact that he still had an army under his command and snatched away a large amount of the wealth accumulated in the port of Ayla, he would probably not be qualified to stand by Rauf's side now.

…

This border conflict has caused some people to panic, especially those who have been allocated land close to the territory of Lothar and the border of Rauf.

In Ella Harbor, everyone was in a hurry, and there was a hint of uneasiness in their expressions.

Return to the mansion in Port Ella.

Lothar quickly calmed down the anger in her heart, and the stronger her mental strength, the more difficult it was to lose control of her emotions.

The grapes and watermelons that had been chilled in the well were placed before him by the maid.

Lothar sat down and said in a deep voice: "Ask Mueller, does he have any channels under his hands, and inquire about this Rauf for me, what confidence does he have to provoke this border conflict?" ”

"Yes."

Instead of eating the fruit on the table, he went straight back to his usual bedroom.

took out the double-headed eagle crest, connected his spiritual power, and said, "Miss Anna, is it convenient to talk?" ”

An intermittent voice came from there: "Wait a minute. ”

In the royal palace of Constantinople.

Anna, the witch, sprinkled a bunch of red, green, and green spices in a cauldron on a fire, and only heard a "bang" and sparks flew everywhere.

The liquid in the cauldron began to decrease rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, only a shallow layer of pot bottom remains, showing a viscous syrup-like appearance.

She clapped her hands: "Ha, it's done—come on, send these 'strong potions' to the camp of the 'Black Hand Brigade', let them drink them, and then they can leave for the Bulgarian border to quell the rebellion." ”

"Yes."

Immediately, an attendant came respectfully, skillfully dispensing the potion in the cauldron and taking it away.

Anna stepped aside and whispered:

"Hey, hey, hey?"

"I'm okay here, do you have something to do?"

At the end of the coat of arms, Lothar's voice rang, "I have to thank you for the meditation you sent, Lady Anna. ”

"Ha, you're too polite, it's not a profound knowledge, if it can help you, it would be great."

A meditation method is indeed not a commendable advanced knowledge, and in the great library of Constantinople, there must be ninety-nine, if not a hundred.

"Lady Anna, maybe it's nothing to you, but I remember that the purpose of our Levantine Witches Society is to exchange for equal value, isn't it?"

Anna emphasized: "It's the 'Levantine Wizards Society', which has been renamed!" Our association is particular about inclusiveness, how can it be because of a gender-limited name? ”

"But you're right, we're about the equivalent - there happens to be something you might need your help with, a wanted wizard who was wanted for stealing from the Imperial Library some time ago - he's dangerous, and there's a good chance he's wandering into your Frankish territory, so help me keep an eye on his whereabouts."

"Are there any more specific characteristics? At the banquet the other day, my vassals did mention that suspicious people had come to his domain. ”

Anna's face became a little solemn.

She thought for a moment and said:

"It's useless to talk to you about specific characteristics, this is a powerful wizard who has mastered the art of transfiguration, this guy is trying to study the alchemy of the human body that has been lost for many years, and intends to take the living out of the alchemy cauldron, and the appearance of such a person can change at any time."

"Well, don't startle the snake yet, I'll send Nishaya as soon as possible... It's the little girl who gave you the meditation method, and asked her to accompany you to screen it. ”

"Yes, by the way, is this Miss Nishanya misunderstood me?"

"Nope!"

Anna's tone was slightly raised, and then she quickly flattened down and made a calm appearance: "Of course not, but you have to know that many witches are very loyal to love." ”

"Although you are a rare wizard, there are too many witches around you, which is not very likeable."

From there, Lothar's voice suddenly realized: "I see. ”

The two chatted for a few more words, and Anna cut off the communication, and she couldn't help but feel a little weak in her heart.

She would never admit that what she told Nishaya was that Lothar was an evil wizard who was good at seducing beautiful witches, indulging them in lust, and that every word had the power to deceive people's hearts.

It's not that she thinks anything about Lothar, it's just a mischievous casual remark.

…

Port Ella.

Lothar frowned, feeling that there were a lot of problems at the moment.

Hopefully, if there's a wizard lurking in your territory, you'll leave it to the Wizards Guild to figure it out.

He hadn't fought a wizard before, but the witch he had met in Austria before, who had been in the form of a giant serpent and followed Count Leopold, had a vivid impression on him.

Even now, when he gathered all his followers, he was not sure that he would be able to defeat her.

A meditation method, in exchange for a message, should be considered equivalent, right?

Next, there are endless trivial things.

The hawkers in the port cheated on the scales, and they were short of catties; Two farmers fight over the boundaries of adjacent fields; The carriage broke the legs of a passing pedestrian...

A large number of matters that needed to be decided by Lothar were piled up in his ears.

For a moment, Lothar really wanted to say casually: "Let them have a judicial duel, and stop bothering me with such trivial matters." ”

But he immediately cut off this thought, it was a small thing for him, and when it came to an individual, it was a big thing that could change a person's fate.

He ordered his subordinates to bring these people to trial, and through interpreters, to try one case after another, and to deal with them properly.

"My lord, some of the border converts want to get some weapons to defend themselves."

"Grant their request, send the Edict Knights to organize them to perform peasant drills, and each family will have a man, and hopefully the next time they will be attacked, they will delay long enough for us to arrive."

"Besides, Hans, you called Ned over, and I authorized him to form a Border Patrol team."

Lothar lay on the soft cushions, a little nostalgic for Hebron with Curles.

He looked up and looked around.

Frigila, with her legs crossed and bored playing with her hair; Jeanne, who looks like a drunkard, with a big mouth and red cheeks; Holding a book in Arabic, I read it with relish.

None of them are reliable.

As for knights like Ryan, Modell, Pepin, and Ned, they are often illiterate people who can't read a single word.

Hans is the only one who is reliable, but Hans has enough responsibility on his shoulders.

He had no choice but to say: "Inform Curles at once that the situation in Hebron has almost stabilized, and ask him to hand over everything to Andreas and come to the port of Ella." ”

Fringira was pleasantly surprised, "My lord, are you finally going to bring Coors here?" ”

Lothar rolled her eyes: "If there was one of you who was reliable, I wouldn't be so busy all day." ”

Jeanne raised her glass and gestured to Lothar, "Your Excellency, you are right, I used to be a peasant woman, helping the family cook, graze, and tidy up the house—it's not good to handle government affairs, so don't bother me with those annoying internal affairs problems." ”

I believe you're a ghost, you're just lazy.

Jeanne suffered the loss of being uneducated as early as when she was judged by the British, and after so many years of rebirth, she was no longer illiterate.

Prajna closed the book, just when Lothar thought she was a little dissatisfied with her words.

I saw her put the book back on the shelf, and read another one.

The whole time, it was as if he hadn't heard what Lothar had said.

She sat down for a moment and continued to read—she pretended not to hear anything that was unpleasant to her ears, as she had answered.

Frigila was a little unconvinced and said: "My lord, I can share your worries and solve problems, I used to be a princess, the kind with my own territory, don't underestimate me!" ”

Lothar was interested and asked, "Then tell me, what would you do if you were to deal with the cases I just handled?" ”

Fringira said confidently: "Of course you hang them all, dare to bother me with such a trivial matter, do you think I can't kill people?" ”

The smile on Lothar's face froze, and he reached out and knocked on her head with a loud brain crash before she could react.

The sound is crisp.

Lothar looked at Frigila with an aggrieved face and smiled, "It's so crisp." ”

"It's good, it's a good head, and you have to knock it more in the future!"

Jeanne said from the side.

Fringilla was aggrieved and glared at Jeanne, but dared not speak.

In the evening, the black-robed witch visited again.

Standing outside the door, she asked, "Where's Ragmani?" in a voice as crisp as a bell. ”

"Do you want to come in and say?"

Lothar asked.

The witch immediately took a step back vigilantly, her voice full of nervousness: "No! No need, you tell me where Ragmani is, and I'll leave. ”

Lothar was a little speechless, should you be so afraid of me?

He had obviously deliberately restrained his breath.

"Ragmani is the wizard Anna said she was talking about, stealing books from the Imperial Library and trying to refine the human body?"

"That's right, it's a dangerous person."

"He is said to be a village called 'Dechem' in the domain of my vassal, Baron Zugar, and he is a solitary and isolated person, which should be seen at a glance."

After Lothar finished speaking, she asked, "Miss Nisaya, are you sure you don't need me to bring someone with you?" ”

Nishaya hesitated for a moment.

After a long time, she still shook her head and said: "Forget it, I have a deep knowledge in concealment, but if I find out the identity of the other party, I will not have any risk." ”

Although Anna's summons was for her to go with Lothar and her party to investigate the target.

But how could a wizard be like a well-trained army that could enforce orders and prohibitions.

Nishaya has the confidence of being a Master of Concealment.

Moreover, compared to Lothar, a perverted wizard, she felt that this wizard who was obsessed with human body refining was really difficult to say who was more dangerous than whom.