All the crusader nobles were in full swing preparing for war, and Renard was no exception.

In the barracks at Fort Calle, his sergeants were distributing ordnance to the levies.

He wore a bright red silk cape, a neatly trimmed red beard on his chin, and a Norman helmet pressed against a chainmail turban—a Norman helmet that many Crusader nobles preferred to a cheaper Norman helmet that showed off half of their face than a barrel helmet, which was more defensive and stuffy.

The horseback attendant, who had hurried from Jerusalem, came to Renard: "Sir, the news has returned, His Majesty the King refuses to cede the territories of Rauf and Zahn, and when the envoys leave the border, the war can be declared to begin." ”

Renard sneered, "Heh, as expected. ”

"Now that Lothar has become a sinner who broke the peace treaty, I want to see what this little king should do with him."

The squire opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

Renard said impatiently: "If you have anything to say, just say it, and say it." ”

"His Majesty's leprosy has been cured."

"What?"

"What do you say? Say it again! ”

Renard's face was full of disbelief, and he grabbed the collar of the horseback squire: "How can leprosy be cured, are you sure you saw it with your own eyes?" ”

The attendant nodded with some fear: "Yes, I have seen with my own eyes, His Majesty's appearance is no different from that of a normal person, and the people of Jerusalem say that this is the result of the blessing of the Heavenly Father." ”

Renard let go of his squire with some weakness, hoping that Lothar would be punished and that his title and reputation would be restored, but now it seemed that there was no hope at all.

No!

Not necessarily!

At such a critical moment, Lothar abandoned the Holy Land, as long as he played well in this battle and made enough credit, even if the little king recovered his health and recast the authority of the king, he must give himself a reward.

"Come, prepare horses, I will immediately lead a troop of cavalry to the Holy Land to meet our Majesty the King."

He shouted.

"Wait, sir, there's one more thing."

The attendants were a little embarrassed.

"Say, what's the bad news, next time it's all at once!"

Renard said coldly with a cold face.

"Curles, to the south, has issued a call to you, asking you to send a contingent of at least three hundred infantry and fifty heavily armed men to join the coalition forces in Transjordan within the specified time limit."

"Who is Coors?"

Renard was stunned: "That treasurer of Lothar? ”

"Yes, sir."

Renard sneered, "That's a lowly man who sells his soul to the devil and gold coins like a Jewish merchant, why did he send me a conscription?" ”

"Do you want to reject them?"

Renard hesitated, but still shook his head and said:

"No, just ignore them, just because we didn't get a call at all. I am the front-line general of Calleburg, and it is my responsibility to guard the gate, if I transfer troops and leave, and the eastern frontier of the kingdom is lost, whose responsibility is it? ”

The emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and although his vitality is greatly damaged, Renard is still the most powerful nobleman in the Holy Land, second only to the Duke of Raymond and the Marquis of Lothar.

Moreover, he received a large dowry for marrying Eleanor, who was also a devout believer, and persuaded her to pay the money to recruit him for troops.

Coupled with his savings over the years, Renard estimated that he should be able to raise nearly 5,000 soldiers and horses, although it was a little difficult to maintain, but it could not be less than his immediate boss, Lothar's headquarters.

He still has to rely on this army to help him regain his lost territory and title.

At the very least, King Baldwin should see that Transjordan is more useful in his own hands than in Lothar's hands!

Hebron, Andreas in Hebron, who had just arrived in Hebron with the Religious Knights of Aramdel, was sitting at his table with some distress, looking at the thick pile of papers that had accumulated in front of him.

He was appointed by Coors as the logistics chief of the Transjandan coalition forces, responsible not only for the placement of the coalition forces that would arrive in the future, planning their camps, but also for maintaining logistics supplies after the army had been deployed.

Sustaining the logistics of an army of 10,000 is a very difficult task even in Gaul, let alone the holy land where water is scarce and desert is everywhere.

If it is fighting on the mainland, the logistics line can also be replenished through the two oases of the Tree of Life and the Mother and the Son, reducing the logistical pressure to a certain extent.

If you are fighting on the northern border, you don't know how many clay pots you have to carry along the way.

What should be the number of carts, horses, and camels responsible for maintaining such a supply line?

Just thinking about it, Andreas felt like his scalp was tingling.

"Lord Curs, is this your assessment for me? Isn't it too difficult? ”

He looked at the black-robed chief steward standing in the backlight, his expression full of distress.

Kurs said indifferently: "It's also time to test your learning results, relax, aren't you also in charge of eating and drinking tens of thousands of people when you govern Alaindeler?" ”

"Can that be the same?"

Andreas couldn't help but complain.

Moreover, he was not alone in ruling Alaindere, and the monks and knights of St. Lazarus were his important helpers.

"Difficulties are indeed there, all the scribes and clerks in Hebron are under your jurisdiction, Andreas, how can you win the favor of the adults if you cannot prove that you have great talents?"

"Or are you really willing to be just an ordinary official with the title of knight?"

Coos's voice was light, standing in front of him, but it seemed to come from behind him.

He looked at Curs with some surprise.

"Don't look at me like that, you should know very well that not only adults, but also me, Hans, and several ladies, all have otherworldly powers, and even if they only give you a little, it will be enough for you to be of infinite use."

"You know that even if I don't say this, I'll do my best."

Andreas smiled bitterly: "I'm just worried that I can't do well and affect the direction of this war." ”

Coors chuckled: "Don't worry, if you can't do it well, you probably won't be able to do it well if you hand it over to others." And, I'm going to give you a little help that will make you more energetic. ”

"What helps?"

Curles' smile, with his back to the icons painted on the wall, resembled a demagogic devil: "Will you embrace blood?" ”

Andreas shuddered, and he stammered, "Are you a vampire like you?" I want to think about it, sir. ”

Coors still retains his first abilities, and as a vampire born as a blood servant, he is appreciated by Dracula, the Piercing Prince, and receives a drop of royal blood, allowing him to become a true blood king.

The quality naturally can't be compared with Frigila, which is also a top blood clan in the royal bloodline, but it is also stronger than the vast majority of ordinary blood clans.

Of course, initial possession is extremely costly, and many vampires have to sleep for a long time to repair this attrition, and in their spare time, Coors is not willing to spend his precious essence blood to "reproduce" offspring.

"Think beautifully."

Curs sneered: "Just give you half a drop of essence blood to make you initially blood-clan, at best, make you more agile, more energetic, and live longer." ”

"Is that 'at best'?"

Andreas complained in his heart.

Although he was a little tempted for a moment, Andreas was quite resistant to becoming an outlier.

After all, how can he be a devout disciple of the Heavenly Father, how can he easily accept the power of the devil?

Even if this devil is his own.

"Lord Curs, I don't have to do this alone, I can understand that you want to go with the army, but I remember that the Knight of Muller in Port Ella is also a very good internal talent."

Coors gave him a deep look.

"Muller can't do it, he's going to take charge of the defense of Eyra Harbor, and once it falls, we won't be able to scrape together enough supplies to feed the army at the front. It's a task you have to do. ”

He shook his head, turned and disappeared into the room.

Only Andreas was left in a chair with struggles written all over his face.