"He's not that bold."

Cellina sighed lightly: "Father, he didn't think about confronting the wolf lord head-on at first, he even thought that the wolf lord wouldn't notice the little moves he made in the New World. ”

"Don't blame him, the wolf lord has ruled the wolf clan for many years, and no one dares to really disobey his will."

Veneto's face showed a hint of amazement, as the rising star of Basilicata, he had provoked a "prince" of the Yaxi family, and he was immediately sent to a remote town.

There is no way, the old order of the wolf clan has long been entrenched.

Not to mention that there is no way for the people at the bottom to rise, even for the ruling class.

The Two Sicilies, under the cover of apparent calm, have long been a pool of stagnant water.

The two fell silent again.

No one spoke again, just silently stared at Lothar, who was carrying out the ritual in front of the stage.

The knights had finished their oaths and were listening to Lothar's speech: "Tonight you will pray in the makeshift church of the Order of Lazarus, and in the early hours of the morning Archbishop William will celebrate Mass for you, and tomorrow morning I will return to you the sword that belongs to you after praying all night." ”

"Yes, my lord."

After the knights retreated, Lothar's gaze swept from the crowd to the blonde female knight in silver helmet and silver armor standing with her chest crossed, and he said with a solemn expression: "Knight Captain Jeanne Darke, please come to me." ”

Jeanne was stunned for a moment, and a hint of helplessness appeared on her face.

Which one does this come to mind? You didn't tell me beforehand, so don't blame me if I mess up.

Watching Jeanne walk to the front of the stage, Lothar slowly spoke: "Knight Commander Jeanne, you have made countless great feats for me, your justice, generosity, military strategy, and bravery are so admirable, you are a well-deserved champion knight under your command." ”

Lothar raised his hands, and the golden holy glow condensed in his hands, turning into a holy spear engraved with golden runi characters and exuding awe-inspiring power.

Archbishop Tyre, who was standing nearby, his pupils dilated suddenly, his breathing became heavy, and his eyes were fixed on every line of the holy spear, for fear that he would miss a detail - this was the legendary holy spear!

Hopefully, the Vikings in the Crusaders have long forgotten these ancient characters that only survive on the ruins.

Lothar muttered secretly, and walked towards Jeanne with the holy spear in hand.

Jeanne fell to her knees with her back to the crowd, and only Lothar could see her face - amused and helpless, but still tried her best to cooperate with Lothar's performance.

"Knight Commander Jeanne, I give you the name of 'Guardian of the Holy Lance', and keep this holy relic with me."

Lothar spoke slowly.

The expressions of the clergy who watched the ceremony moved slightly, if they hadn't thought that Jeanne might be a legendary angel, they would definitely have to stand up against it now, and the treasure of the holy spear should be handed over to the church for safekeeping!

On the contrary, the nobles, knights, and soldiers who watched the ceremony were all holy and reverent.

Jeanne had completely conquered them by the dragon's bravery that day, and in their eyes, Jeanne was a saint, the embodiment of Saint Michael walking on the earth.

Lothar smiled and said, "Let's say a few words." ”

He wasn't worried about Jeanne's stage fright, or messing things up, it was indeed possible to change to Prana or Celinina, but Jeanne, who was born to be a charismatic commander, was really nothing to her.

Jeanne turned to face the group.

The holy spear in her hand, with her light wave, turned into a holy flame and disappeared without a trace, and she looked at the people in an uproar with a smile on her face, as if she had just performed a small trick.

"Do you know what the nickname of Lord Marquis is?"

Jeanne paused slightly, and said with a smile: "The generous, the brave, the werewolf killer, the dragon slayer, the guardian of the Holy Land, the enemy of Saladin. There are too many, but I think there should be one more 'impartial'. ”

"Under the command of the Marquis, if you want to be promoted, there is only one criterion, and that is - meritorious service. Adults don't stick to the fact that you were a farmer or a craftsman; whether it was Gaul or Apennine; Whether it is a noble bloodline or a humble background, as long as you make enough contributions, you can be promoted. ”

"A woman like me can do it too."

She turned her gaze to the kings and nobles who were present:

"Many adults may think that what I said is deviant, but if you are not born noble, but if you do not have the blood of those of you who are born noble, but you have achieved the same or even greater feat than you, is it not the will of God?"

"Yes, it is God's will!"

"Praise be to St. Lothar!"

"Praise be to the Holy Maiden!"

"Long live the just!"

People shouted in frenzy.

Isn't the charm of the Holy Land that it can make a poor bastard who was once worthless become the lord of a city in one day after making a contribution?

Countless impoverished pilgrims, wandering knights at the bottom, come to the Holy Land for Hajj, aren't they just asking for a chance to make a difference?

If the Holy Land was not so rich, why did they travel thousands of miles to come to the Holy Land in search of opportunities?

Isn't the Crusader front line in the Iberian Peninsula closer?

They knew very well that Lothar was not talking nonsense, and there were too many examples under his command to prove that Lothar never stuck to his origin, but was happy to promote low-level soldiers to knights and cavalry.

For example, the most famous hussars under the command of Lothar, ninety percent of them are low-level civilians.

Today, the vast majority of those who have been canonized as knights by Lothar are also from civilian backgrounds.

In fact, there are very few people around Lothar who can be called by name, and they are from serious aristocratic backgrounds.

"Your Majesty, isn't this some?"

Baron Goldfrey whispered in Baldwin IV's ear.

"Something? Deviant? ”

Baldwin IV shook his head and said, "Lothar is a young man, and the composition of his command is also what an emerging force should have, full of vigor and enviability. ”

The notion of equality is indeed terrifying, but it is clearly not such a radical idea that Lothar is preaching.

Baron Goldfrey whispered, "I'm just worried that he's going to go the opposite side of everyone." ”

"Then you're underestimating him."

His Majesty the Young King looked at Lothar with admiration: "It is true that he is more willing to promote the lower commoners, but in his own realm he is even more restrained than I thought, whether it is the new foal or the old keeper, he can benefit from him, as long as he grasps the right measure, his position will always be as stable as Mount Tai."

Goffrey, do you know what he told me? ”

"What?"

The king looked at his confidant with a curious look on his face, and said with a smile: "He said that he did not want to compete with a group of scavenging catfish in this small pond of the Kingdom of Jerusalem for a little leftovers. ”

He raised his head and said with some emotion: "So, he is going to lead these old catfish, as well as the new catfish, towards the vast world outside the pond." ”

As soon as the words fell.

When Gofrey saw Lothar, he raised his arms and shouted: "From this day forward, all people, regardless of their origin, can participate in my crusade to regain Egypt and Cyrenaica, and I swear by the Habsburgs that after this victory everyone will receive a title and title commensurate with their merits." ”

"For God's sake, for salvation's sake, for glory's sake, for the sake of millions of oppressed fellow Christians—gather under my banner to fight against the pagan devils who have occupied the land and the water."

"It is God's will."

Lothar pulled out his sword, and the golden glow faintly flashed on the shiny blade, reflecting him more and more like "Saint Lothar" in people's mouths.

"It is God's will!"

In the field, which had long been a boiling sea, the people were shouting feverishly, and many of them, already moved by the beautiful vision described by Lothar, were eager to go to Egypt at once and snatch the rich land from the pagans.