Early in the morning, Gaza City was in a busy atmosphere.

Saracen slave girls walked briskly through the mansion with fresh flowers from the garden.

They lit incense, swept and cleaned the rooms that had not been inhabited for a long time, and in the largest of the rooms, put flower pots, porcelain, and hung curtains between the columns.

Because from this day onwards, the Marquis of Transjordan, King Baldwin's favorite confidant, the guardian of the Holy Lance, the protector of the sacred wood, the favored by the gods, and the Grand Commander of the Crusaders, the Marquis of Lothar will stay here.

Baron Robert, the custodian of Gaza City, blushed with anger as he looked at his drunken son, who had just been dragged out of bed by the old butler, and perhaps I should consider taking your brother back from the convent and sending you in.

The old baron roared angrily: "Get out of here at once and wash me your stinking body that looks like you've lived in the stables for a month, and change into clean and decent clothes, you fool who spends all day soaking in a vat!" ”

The aristocratic young man didn't seem to have come to his senses yet, and subconsciously burped a sour wine: "We. . . Are there any guests? ”

Baron Robert's face was pale, and you didn't pay attention to what he had repeatedly explained these days.

He forcibly held back his anger and said, "Lord Marquis is coming, everyone has to go out of the city to greet him, we have been preparing for this matter for a few days!" ”

"Which marquis..."

The hangover young aristocrat looked confused.

"Which one else could it be? There was only one marquis in the kingdom, the ruler of Transjordan, Hebron, South Sinai and Limassol, the Grand Commander of the Crusaders, the Marquis of Lotha! ”

Robert felt that his anger was almost uncontrollable, and the relationship between father and son had eased with the defense of Gaza City—but this unsuccessful fellow, after the witch lady left, became a profligate wreck, and indulged in alcohol all day long.

He certainly knows why.

If the witch lady wasn't special, he would be happy to match—after all, what lord hasn't realized the importance of wizards in warfare these days? The powerful nobles of the continent, almost everyone under their command recruited spellcasters.

This is the general trend!

But the question is, that witch lady is the man of the Marquis of Lothar, the corner of the most prominent crusader nobleman in the Eastern world? No kidding, even the master he is loyal to, and Princess Sibylla does not dare to have such thoughts.

The aristocratic young man was stunned for a moment, and said with a look of surprise: "Then can I see Miss Cellinina again?" ”

"Soisson, throw this guy into the tub at once!"

Robert could no longer suppress the anger in his heart: "Besides, show me that this fool, if he dares to harass the marquis's daughter-even if he only has this clue, even if he is corrected on the spot, he must not be asked to insult the family's reputation." ”

The butler replied with a headache: "Yes, sir." ”

This fact is not easy to deal with, little Robert is the only heir of the family in the end, unless the second young master who has been practicing in the monastery for more than five years and is full of theological scriptures is retrieved, will he be a more outstanding heir than little Robert?

…

By the time it was completely cleaned up, it was already noon.

The nobles, knights, and citizens of Gaza City, as well as the monks and priests of the nearby monastery, some holding flowers in their hands, others clinging to crosses of various shapes, eagerly waiting.

Scouts came in waves.

"The Marquis's army has arrived in Toulunburg."

"The Marquis's army has crossed the rock."

At noon, the sun is shining.

Many of them had beads of sweat on their faces, but no one complained, and some of them were enthusiastic about the achievements and experiences of the informant Koclosa, as if they had experienced it themselves.

In the face of some people's doubts, they said confidently: "If you don't believe it, you can ask those crusaders who have returned from the north, they are all first-hand experiencers, it is definitely a miracle!" ”

The earth suddenly trembled slightly.

"It's coming!"

Baron Robert hurriedly straightened his dress, dusted off his robe, and placed his golden cross in the middle of his chest from his crusade, looking into the distance.

I saw the end of the horizon, and the smoke and dust were billowing up.

It seemed to be just a god-shaking effort, and the smoke and dust were filled with flags with flying double-headed eagle markings.

A neat row of heavily armed knights mounted on the backs of tall horses.

Black, white, and blue burqas, crosses of various colors, and knights belonging to the nobles, such as eagles, wolves, bears, and other personal coats of arms, are like a steel barrier, full of oppression and slowly approaching.

They were followed by a phalanx of Crusader hoplites with shields in hand.

"This is the crusader led by the Marquis!" "The army is mighty, and it is such an army that can defeat the barbaric Saracens!"

There were cheers of excitement.

Gaza City, which had just been infested by the enemy, was expecting more than ever a strong army in the kingdom.

It's close.

Twelve heavily armed Iron Floating Cavalry, like iron towers made of steel, rode equally equipped mounts, walked at the front of the line, and were the first to meet the crowd.

These mounted iron horses are simply the most terrifying weapons of this era, and their momentum is incomparable.

They were followed by dozens of hussars who had already made a name for themselves in the Holy Land and throughout Christendom.

They fanned out, revealing the black-clad marquis riding alone in a dragon's head cloak.

The Marquis, who was riding on the saddle of the "Eclipse", slowly approached the crowd with a view of the mountains—he was wearing a new set of plate armor with various patterns and a formidable golden mask helmet.

The mask depicts lifelike facial features, even the lines of the beard.

It's so majestic.

Whether it is the residents of Gaza City or the pilgrims who have just arrived in the Holy Land, where have they ever seen such a grand pomp and circumstance, the eyes are straight.

"God is above, even the king of Gaul, the emperor of the empire, may not be able to have such a big pomp, right?"

"No, not necessarily, definitely not, I once saw the emperor travel in Aachen, and it can't be compared with the pomp and circumstance of the Marquis."

"Even just by looking at Lord Marquis, I feel my legs tremble, if it is on the battlefield I can't imagine what kind of army it is, so I have the courage to face Lord Marquis."

People whispered.

Immediately, the Marquis took off his mask, revealing a handsome and unexpectedly young face.

I saw him leap off his mount, press one hand on the sword at his waist, and strode like a meteor in front of Baron Robert.

The baron immediately stepped forward and knelt on one knee: "Good day, under the light of the Holy Radiance, the most honorable guardian of the Holy Lance." ”

Lothar couldn't help but laugh, "Baron Robert, these are the names of bards, and I didn't give myself such a nickname. ”

He stretched out his palm and handed it over: "Good day, Baron Robert, even when I was fighting the infidels in Galilee, I have heard of your name for valor, and if you had not guarded Gaza, Adil would have driven straight into Jerusalem." ”

The baron kissed the ring on Lothar's finger, looked up, saw the gentle smile on the marquis's face, and heard his unsparing praise, Rao was the iron-blooded baron, and could not help but feel flattered.

"You have a good reputation, if you hadn't sent Miss Cellynina to help, Gaza City would have been broken a long time ago, and this credit should belong to you, to Miss Cellinina, not to me, who is humble, just to fulfill the obligations of a Christian lord."

Lothar glanced up at the city gates.

The dirt roads outside the city have been refilled, many of the bricks of the city walls have been repainted, and some of the collapsed places have not even had time to be repaired.

"No need to be humble, Your Excellency."

Lothar smiled and shook her head: "I've done enough that even Your Majesty doesn't have anything to reward me with - so, I'm here in Gaza City, looking out over Egypt in the distance." ”

He stretched out his hand and grabbed Baron Robert: "And the next thing is to conquer there." ”

His tone was relaxed, but implied Caesar's domineering "I come, I see, I conquer".

The baron hurriedly said: "My lord, I, and the Christians of Gaza, will contribute all my strength to your conquest of Egypt. ”

His afterglow swept across the ranks.

was stunned to find that his unlucky son had disappeared.

A layer of cold sweat immediately broke out on his back, but there was still a happy smile on his face, and he asked, "Dare to ask the Marquis, where is Miss Cellinina, after that war, we didn't have time to thank her, and she disappeared without a trace." ”

Lothar smiled and shook her head, not answering.

Cellina has now infiltrated the territory of the Saracens, and if nothing else, it is likely that she has already connected with the "Dark Shadow" trained by Coors, but this matter is inconvenient to reveal in public.

As a multi-ethnic country with thriving commerce, Jerusalem is all too easy to penetrate.

In these crowds of people who came to greet them, I think there were many spies under Adil, and the contest between him and Adil actually began before the Battle of Galilee began.