"Fifty thousand gold coins."

Lothar held up five fingers.

"I need 50,000 gold coins, and in exchange, I will treat the head of this fire dragon with a spell and donate it to the Knights."

He is a lord with a divine aura and is not fit to bargain like Curles.

After Curles inquired about the bottom line of the two Grand Masters, Lothar simply settled on a "reasonable" price.

It will not only make the flesh of the two knights painful, but it will not hurt the muscles and bones.

In the Levant, apart from Saladin, only two knights could offer such a high price.

"Just ask the two Grand Masters, what is the more sacred relic made of the head of a fire dragon than the holy relic that the poor knights bought for dozens of gold coins, which is more sacred to show the sanctity of the church?"

Relic were not only widespread in churches, but many charlatans and bards (the two were sometimes equated) would compose a beautiful story in taverns whenever they traveled, along with a large number of "holy relics" for sale.

And claim that they are the hair, teeth, and even air-dried strips of such and such a saint, which can bless the knights from being invincible on the battlefield and can bring the languishing men back to life.

Pick a random saint and put together all the relics that claim to be his remains, and it must be a freak with dozens of heads, dozens of arms and legs, and a whole bunch of short tentacles growing in the crotch.

The proliferation of this kind of holy relics is due to the fact that the cost of counterfeiting holy relics is so low that tomb robbers can dig up a random corpse and be ashamed to point to the hand bones taken from the corpse, saying that it is the remains of such and such a saint.

But the dragon's head is different.

No church on the continent has ever contained such a relic.

Although the expressions on the faces of the two Grand Masters did not change much, Lothar could still feel that they had been moved, but they were still hesitating.

Gerald's hesitation was not that he felt that the money was not well spent, but that once the Knights Templar exhibited this "holy artifact" to the people, wouldn't it be another introduction to the great achievements of Lothar, who held the holy spear in his hand?

Isn't that an endorsement by the Knights of Lothar's deeds?

But when he thought about it, he felt that he was actually overthinking, the sacred color of this secular marquis had become so strong that it could no longer be cleaned, and yesterday, all the nobles, monks, and soldiers who witnessed this scene would announce his deeds.

With a heavy army, Lothar was already destined to become a major figure in Christendom.

If you calculate it in this way, it is better to agree to it yourself, and you can also make a good relationship and express your apologies for publicly questioning the other party.

"Deal!"

Gerald spoke decisively.

Roger was dumbfounded.

There is only one dragon head, which is naturally first-come, first-served.

Although Gerald and Roger have a good relationship, the two knights are actually still in a distinct competitive relationship, not to mention the same power, but they are by no means harmonious.

Roger was furious and looked at Lothar: "What about me?" ”

"Grand Master Roger, if you don't dislike me, I still have the head of an earth-walking dragon in my Hebron mansion, although it can't be compared with the head of the Karelian fire dragon, but it is also the dragon executed by the Holy Lance."

Roger hesitated and sighed, "That's all it can be." ”

"How much does this Earth Dragon's head cost?"

"Two thousand Souledes will suffice."

Lothar said with a smile.

The head of the Earth Walking Dragon has already become a specimen, and he keeps it as an ornament, and now, he no longer needs this kind of ornament to show his authority, it is better to sell it to Roger and earn a good reputation.

At the beginning, a werewolf corpse could win over the archbishop of Tyre, and he spent a lot of money this time.

"Okay."

Roger drew a cross on the placket of the black-robed monk's uniform: "Lord Marquis, Gerald and I are willing to fund you and your army a large sum of money. ”

"However, Grand Master Gerald would like to hear your explanation of the ghost army that is now in Port Ella."

Roger's counterattack came so quickly.

Lothar glanced at Gerald, of course he hadn't forgotten the accusations that the Grand Master of the Templar Order had made against him, but he didn't show any concern at all, and said with a heavy face, "They... They are just a group of atoned people who have stayed on earth because they cannot go to heaven. ”

Lothar's expression was solemn, and his voice was sonorous and powerful, without any emptiness: "Grand Master Gerald, let me ask, has this ghost army in your mouth ever attacked Christians? Even in my war with the Isaac Puppet Emperor, they never intervened. ”

"They are sinners, but they are also crusaders, poor people who remain on earth to atone for their sins, who are tortured every day in order to be freed."

"Even if God is willing to qualify them for atonement, what right do we have to beak?"

Gerald was persuaded by Lothar, to be precise, after witnessing a series of miracles yesterday that Lothar had performed: "You are right, even God is willing to grant him the right to atone for his sins, and we have no right to judge it. ”

Leaving the Order's quarters, Lothar glanced back to see that the knights had finished their evening prayers and were scattering back to their tents.

The silence of the place contrasts sharply with the hustle and bustle of the camp not far from the door.

This is the source of the knights of the Knights, and their fighting power.

In addition to the 50,000 gold coins from the sale of the "holy relics", Lothar also borrowed a loan in kind from the two knights equivalent to 20,000 gold coins, with interest. Naturally, there is no such thing, and the loans issued by the congregation never charge interest.

They charge for storage, transportation, or the borrower needs to buy a voucher every once in a while — in short, it's not interest.

It's just a different name.

This is a procedurally correct and innocuous example of this age, but it also demonstrates the authority of the Church at every turn.

During this time, the camp of the Crusaders became much more chaotic.

The barracks under the command of many nobles were full of idle people, and people were eagerly reveling to vent their joy of victory.

Around the campfire, the bard, holding the lute, is singing the verses in a beautiful voice: "Sweet and lovely lady, I swear in the name of God that you are the only one in the world who can capture my heart."

The aristocratic lady on the opposite side couldn't help but smile: "Shaolai, do you think I haven't heard the story of 'Dandrien'?" Do you want to tempt a noble lady to lose her virginity? ”

Dandrion is one of the most popular characters in the witcher story, with the exception of Van Helsing, who has a good sense of humor and a knack for sweet talk—but at the same time, he's full of flamboyance, lustful and lies.

"The Marquis must have been prejudiced against bards to write this, and in fact I am a rather loyal and dedicated man, and my wandering life is only to gather material for my creation."

The poet's voice is magnetic and very beautiful, and with his handsome countenance and sweet words, it is true that many noble ladies and noble ladies will fall for him.

"Ma'am, allow me to continue to read my psalms to you."

This was clearly a well-educated man, which meant that he was at least the son of a well-to-do squire, but most likely the second son of a nobleman, though this was not uncommon among bards.

Because if you want to learn to make poems, even if you read them aloud from other people's poems, you must at least be literate, and poor civilians don't have this ability.

"Get out of here, or I'm going to call the guards, liars with empty skins, to deceive the shepherdess who don't know anything about the world, and I hope I won't see you hunted down by the girl's father tomorrow."

I wanted to quibble, but the bard's eyes suddenly froze, and his gaze moved to the woman who walked in front of him.

"Heavenly Father is above, there is such a beautiful lady in this world"

His gaze no longer stayed on the noble girl who had just made him "love for life", but took small steps and chased after the departing woman, his expression full of anticipation.

Behind him, there was the whispered conversation of the nobles.

"This guy is going to be out of luck."

"Huh, do you want to remind him?"

"Why?"

"He's funny, he shouldn't be on the gallows, and I look forward to hearing more about him in the future."

"Rest assured, Lord Marquis is a benevolent monarch, but he will definitely have to suffer a little, and it is better to cut off his tongue of witty words, or the root of all evil below."

The noblewoman's face was full of malice, and the poet's rapid "empathy and love" made her last trace of good feelings for this guy disappear.

The companion said with a sad face: "That's a pity." ”

These two things are the source of happiness.

…

Jeanne, who had changed into comfortable underwear, carried the hay basket in her hand.

She's going to feed her baby "grapes", piggybacking, and she wants to see the eclipse, this guy is so arrogant in the stable, I hope nothing gets into trouble.

Her footsteps suddenly paused, apparently spotting the stalker who didn't hide himself much: "Is there something wrong with you?" ”

"Ma'am... I am fascinated by your beauty, and I swear that you are the most special and beautiful woman I have ever seen, even the Empress of the Empire, the Princess of the Kingdom, and I want to recite a poem to you. ”

The poet tried to straighten the broken hair on his forehead to make himself look more handsome.

Jeanne teased with interest: "Look, a liar full of nonsense. ”

The poet hurriedly said: "I am not lying"

"If you had seen the Empress, you would not have thought I was prettier than her, and if not, your compliments would be a fabrication of hypocrisy, so you must be a liar."

Jeanne had never been proud of her looks, so she didn't mind the fact that the Empress was better looking than herself.

The poet was stunned, a little unconvinced: "Madam, you mean, you have ever met the empress?" ”

Jeanne raised her eyebrows: "Of course, don't look at me carrying a hay box, but I did have a dinner party with the Empress in the Brachna Palace - save it, poor fellow whose mind is dominated by the lower body, next time, before choosing a target, at least ask about the identity of the other party." ”

The poet was suspicious, but as a bard, he had a good eye, and could see the beautiful woman who spoke, and the strong confidence in her tone—unless she was a liar better than herself, what she said was most likely true.

"Excuse me, ma'am, what's your name?"

Jeanne waved her hand without pause.

For a while, the poet had a feeling that the "Dao Heart" was broken.

(End of chapter)