Flynn's anger had long since disappeared, but she was missing a staircase.

However, Chelinina felt "guilty" and had no face to "extravagantly" beg Flynn for forgiveness.

When I came out of Frynn's room, it was already evening.

When Lothar came out of the hall of the lord, he was meeting Baron Charles, who had dark blue eyes, and when he saw Lothar coming, he immediately lowered his eyebrows and came forward, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Lothar's gaze swept across his eyes, but he didn't say anything, just said, "What's wrong?" ”

"My lord, the pagan rangers are too rampant, and His Majesty Richard has often attacked them so that they dare not show their heads, I wonder if if you don't respond, will it affect your prestige?"

Baron Charles pondered his words.

"If my prestige is shaken so easily, it won't be called prestige."

Lothar shook her head: "Saracen is probing our bottom, and it doesn't hurt to let them be arrogant for two more days." ”

He didn't plan to attack for the time being, and when Lavinia became elitist, the strength of his entire team would skyrocket, and then it would be time to really confront the Saracens.

Lothar said in a casual tone: "Charlie, I heard that you got into a fight with someone in the tavern today?" ”

Charlie smiled a little embarrassedly: "I made you laugh." ”

Baron Charles is a very good young man, although he is the second son of the family, but the Count of Flanders is a lowland hegemon at this time, and the Alsace family can be regarded as "prominent", which is not half a star stronger than Daddy Werner's county of Allgäu.

And Baron Charles, even before swearing allegiance to Lothar, was very adored by him.

He was still the crusader nobleman who led the most armies except for the second son of the Duke of Raymond in Tripoli, but Charles was not like Raymond and booked the position of Duke of Cyrenaica.

As for the tavern brawl, the cause of the incident was also heard by Lothar.

It was because the Black Ghulams who he had encountered during the day did not take the initiative to attack, but chose to retreat.

This led to gossip from the nobles who supported the rest of the kings.

After all, during the time that King Lionheart was asleep in Lothar, he repeatedly attacked and won many battles, and with this comparison, it is normal for them to gossip.

Charlie, the kid, happened to be present at the time, and he pulled his gloves over, but unfortunately this kid was not good at martial arts, and he was beaten up.

"Lost and won?"

Charlie blushed and argued, "I wanted to have a fair knightly fight with him, who would have thought that he would rush up with his fist raised." ”

Lothar couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder, the tavern was fighting, and it was hard to think about it.

"Charlie, I see your loyalty, so..."

Lothar's tone paused slightly, and she asked, "Do you want to have extraordinary powers?" ”

"When, of course, my lord!"

Charlie immediately got up and said with excitement on his face: "I've been looking forward to it for a long time. ”

"Come with me."

The two made their way to the prayer room where the statue of an angel was enshrined, and Lothar motioned for Charlie to kneel in front of the statue.

"Charlie, it may be painful to go ahead, but after you get through it, you will gain extraordinary strength."

Lothar intends to promote Charlie to his dragon's blood, an ability possessed by many higher dragon species.

Although he can't maintain the normalcy of dragonization now, the level of the dragonborn bloodline is better than most of the high-level dragon species, if it weren't for the support of the system, he really didn't worry that Charlie wouldn't survive the transformation process and die on the spot.

"You can come, just a little pain can get extraordinary power, if it wasn't for you to say it yourself, how dare a servant of such a good thing think about it?"

Charlie had an eager expression, and when he swore allegiance to Lothar before, he had been infused with a lot of combat experience, which greatly increased his strength, which in his opinion, was already an extraordinary power.

"Let's take off our clothes first, yes, take them clean."

Lothar said something that was easily misunderstood, but Charlie didn't do what he thought.

After all, as holy as Lothar, how could there be such a disdainful preference?

Lothar bowed slightly, and began to urge the dragon blood in his body, and his arm was quickly covered with black triangular scales, and the scales were swirled with an illusory black mist, which was his performance after devouring the ghost dragon.

He stretched out his hand and cut his palm, and the hot dragon blood fell on the top of Charlie's head, normally speaking, after his special urging, the dragon blood that was not much lower than the temperature of lava would burn Charlie into a torch in an instant.

But under the protection of the power of the system, these dragon blood flowed in Charlie's body as if it were alive, seeping down from his pores.

Charlie let out a terrible scream, and his face turned red, so that he could not give himself the pain.

Lothar stopped the dragon's blood in time, observed Charlie's state, turned his head and went out.

Jeanne seemed to be attracted by the voice, and frowned: "What's the matter?" ”

"I converted Charlie into a dragon's blood dependent, sent someone to watch over him, poured a basin of cold water on him every hour to cool him down, and the transformation process may take a whole night."

Jeanne breathed a sigh of relief: "Startle me, I can't think about it." ”

Lothar stretched out her hand and tapped Jeanne's eyebrows, and said angrily: "Except for you, no one will think like this." ”

He paused slightly, and then said: "Go and arrange people, and the two of us will go to the military camp to inspect later, and we have to pick a few thorns who don't obey the military order and pull them out and cut Liwei." ”

"Okay."

The war was imminent, but the atmosphere in the barracks was not so grim, and some loose and disorderly pilgrim crusaders, although led by their own followers, were led by their own noble lords, but obviously the nobles did not expect them to train well and become an elite army.

And these pilgrims probably didn't think about the "pagan demons" that the priests and old crusaders called really had demonic powers.

But now they don't have time to train for the whole thing.

The big war is coming, is it possible to transfer all of them to the rear boot camp for further training?

If you don't train in the boot camp that has the effect of speeding up training, but train on the spot, and do some queue training every day, just a few days of hard work will not help.

During the time that Lothar was in a coma, although Coors was still dealing with military affairs, he was actually somewhat messed up.

Curles's loyalty to Lothar is a very simple four-word "duty", without the shackles of this duty, he will most likely choose to follow Frigila, be the loyal dog leg of the Demon King of the World, and brew one conspiracy after another.

Lothar told Jeanne on the side: "When fighting the infidels, these pilgrims can only be used as supporters, and they should not be placed on the frontal battlefield, if they are in disarray, they are likely to lead the army to the ground." ”

Jeanne said: "I also think so, although a flock led by a male lion may exert more terrifying power than a wolf pack, but I think it is more likely that the male lion will also become sheep." ”

Cannon fodder is actually useful, consuming the enemy's arrows, stamina, or acting as a meat shield to hold back the enemy's main force.

However, the outcome of this war depends mainly on the otherworldly duel, and Lothar hopes that these pilgrims will settle here in the future and become his subjects.

A group of pilgrims in the prime of life, with a predominantly male predominant, were the most suitable for strong laborers.

If Lothar had gained a foothold in the future, it would have encouraged intermarriage between the Copts and the Frankish pilgrims, gradually merging the two and even giving birth to a new "overseas culture" – a story for another time, of course.

The national question was not much of a problem in this era.

"It's the Duke's banner, the Duke of Lothar has come to see us!"

"Long live St. Lothar, long live the wielder of the Holy Spear!"

Everywhere they went, the cheers of the crusaders rang out everywhere, and their morale was boosted.