People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

The smell in the air is a bit complicated.

The smell of blood, rotting corpses, burnt smell, faint sulfur smell, these mixed "sweet fragrances" made Lothar's nose sour and his eyes hot.

He wiped the blood from his ears and eyes.

Originally, the three-meter-high giant demon has now turned into a scorched, shriveled corpse, with the holy spear piercing through its body, shining brightly in the black wreckage.

The armor on Jeanna's body, densely covered with golden lines, also became dull due to the loss of all power.

She took off the helmet, her blond curly hair was already soaked in sweat, and a thin layer of sweat beads appeared on her smooth nose.

She knelt on the ground a little exhausted, panting violently.

"Are you OK?"

Banruo lifted her up, and a rare surprise flashed in Gujing Wubo's eyes—the Holy Spear, there is no doubt that it is a divine weapon.

And its lethality made Banruo couldn't help thinking about who was more powerful, this gun or the ghost-faced shield that was said to be taken from the fragments of the ghost gate in her hand.

As if sensing the master's dangerous thoughts, the grimace embossed on the Ghost Mask's shield distorted as if it had eaten a bitter gourd—it didn't want to be stabbed like this!
Leaning weakly in Prajna's arms, she said with a smile, "It's nothing serious, it's just a little bit out of strength. After all, this monster's rank is not low. To ensure that it will kill with one blow, you can't use all your strength."

Lothar breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine, do you want to lie aside for a while?"

Rang Na's eyes lit up: "If you can rest on Miss Banruo's knee pillow, I certainly won't refuse!"

Lothar: "."

Hannah frowned slightly.

Lothar hesitated for a while, but looking at the weak and pale complexion on Jeanna's face, she still said softly: "Haruna, it's because Jeanna has contributed the most this time."

Banruo nodded: "Okay."

Hans, limping towards this side, waved to Lothar, with a little excitement in his voice: "My lord, I'm here!"

Lothar got up in a hurry, broke down, patronized Jeanna, and forgot about this kid.

Fortunately, Hans didn't seem to be seriously injured.

"My lord, how did you find me?"

His face was a little pale, and he was wearing a tattered robe that barely covered his body. His eyes were full of fatigue, but when he saw Lothar, he looked very peaceful.

"Don't forget, I also have beast instincts."

Lothar patted each other's shoulder lightly: "There is a bond between us."

It seemed that he was overwhelmed by this sentence.

Hans' voice became a little choked.

"My lord, many people died. I failed to protect them well. If you didn't arrive in time, my lord, I should have died too."

"It's okay, it's over, you've done a good job."

Lothar's tone became very soft.

Hans is undoubtedly the closest to him among the many subordinates. According to his age, even if he does not count the age of his previous life, he is also his younger brother.

Compared to Gao Xing's retinue who is often hundreds of years old, he is still immature.

Hans has always hoped to catch up with his footsteps.

It's not because the weak one-star templates are gradually being eliminated.

He could feel Hans' hard work, but he often felt like a tool man to Hans, who needed to throw it where he needed it, which made him feel a little ashamed.

"Sorry, my lord, I lost my temper."

Hans took a deep breath and whispered.

"It's okay, let's check on the wounded and take them back to Jerusalem."

Lothar is not a person who is good at expressing his emotions, so he just patted him on the shoulder again.

Get out of the theater.

The breeze with a little horse dung smell outside blows gently, and Lothar also feels very refreshed.

Of the nearly twenty soldiers of the Royal Knights led by Hans, only eight of them survived by chance, and these eight were also deaf because of the demon's screams before they died, and fell into a coma.

Whether it can be recovered in the future is also a question.

They were carried into the car by the members of the Knights who came after them, and they were transported away. Lothar also saw the "doctor" trained by Uldin, with a large cross tattooed on his chest, treating the wounded.

Send away the wounded.

Lothar pointed to this ancient building covered with a tarpaulin on the top and said: "This was originally a grand theater built by the Greeks. After it was abandoned, it was transformed into a farmers' market. Today is not an open day, so if we didn't deliberately look for it, No one can discover the machinations of this demon."

"You did a really good job. Imagine if this demon lurks in Jerusalem. No one knows what kind of damage it will cause."

Hans forced a smile and said, "Thank you for your compliment, my lord."

Fringila wiped off the sweat that didn't exist, and walked out of the theater: "My lord, that demon has been completely burned, even its scales have been carbonized, and it will break if you touch it. It has no value." The spoils of war remain."

"Ah."

Lothar did not feel disappointed.

Because the system's notification sound had already sounded just now: Your six-star follower, Jeanne Darke, killed a monster with an epic template—the Abyssal Demon.

The milestone "Demon Hunter" you have completed will advance to "Demon Hunter".

You got a simulated battle to complete the task of [Ascension].

"Mock battle?"

"Another new thing?"

Lothar had no intention of studying it in detail here, and a group of people got on their horses and headed towards the city of Jerusalem.

Fringila said with lingering fear: "This demon is really terrifying, at least it is equivalent to a blood prince. My blood spear was nailed into its body, and it was melted away in an instant."

"Is it that great?"

Lothar was a little surprised.

In Lothar's senses, this demon should be stronger than the adult ground dragon that was solved before.

But I don't know how much stronger it is, because the process of letting Na solve it is the same as killing the ground dragon, it's just a "Holy" and it's over.

The biggest difference is that Lothar himself didn't intervene at all in besieging the demons this time.

Even with the blood of dragon descendants, his current strength is still far from that of a real extraordinary powerhouse.

Jeanna nodded and said: "It is indeed very powerful. If it is not that it is a creature from another world, the world has a strong repulsion to it, and the Holy Lance has a great restraint on dark creatures, I don't guarantee that it will be able to do it all the time." Hit and kill."

Lothar's heart sank slightly.

This time, it was successfully found and solved the descending demon.

What if not?
How many of these demons are hidden in the body of mortals and seem to be indistinguishable from human beings?

Ahead, a long convoy appeared.

Seeing the flag raised by Lothar, they evaded spontaneously.

This is a huge team of gypsy caravans, carrying all the belongings of this group of vagrants, like mobile houses.

Because of this custom, they are sometimes identified as Cumans or Tatars from the steppes of Eastern Europe.

Although Western Europeans can't tell the difference between the two, they sometimes identify the Hungarian Magyars with the Cumans.

The Franks used to call the Gypsies Bohemians, and a real Bohemian would want to throw them out of the window.

A blind old woman holding a crystal ball, sitting in front of the caravan, saw a group of people passing by, and suddenly said something.

Seeing that everyone couldn't understand, she held the crystal ball in front of her again.

Prajna said: "She said that this crystal ball has the magic power to see people's hearts."

Lothar was a little surprised: "You can even speak the language of the gypsies?"

Hannya nodded slightly: "Death, regardless of race, in the boring hell, learning a language is already a very interesting pastime."

Fringela was very interested in this: "Ask how much she wants?"

Prajna asked for a while.

The old woman was also very shocked that Prajna understood their language. She said: "As long as one coin is enough, whether it is gold coin, silver coin or copper coin, as long as you think it is equivalent to your heart."

This asking price is very in line with the nobles' idea of ​​saving face.

But Lothar thought to himself that he was not being taken for a swollen face to pretend to be fat, so he decided to only give silver coins or copper coins depending on the situation.

The old woman raised the crystal ball in her hand, rolled her gray eyeballs, and said, "Which one of you will come first."

"Just let me come first."

Prajna was the first to say.

Lothar didn't stop it either, Prajna had the strongest defense among them, whether it was magic resistance or physical resistance.

It is the safest and most appropriate way for her to be the first.

The old woman held up the crystal ball with a blank expression, and held it in front of Prajna.

A faint purple light flashed.

Fringira asked impatiently, "Silly old man, what did you see?"

Banruo blinked slightly, it felt like a long time had passed, and it seemed like only a second had passed.

"It's nothing, it's just chaos."

"Che, it fits your character."

Fringira said: "It's my turn, it's my turn!"

At this time, the old woman's complexion was a little pale, and there was a crackling sound, and a crack appeared in the crystal ball.

As if she saw a terrifying monster, she suddenly dropped the crystal ball and got into the carriage.

No matter how Fringila yelled, she couldn't come out.

Lothar frowned: "Panjna, do you feel unwell?"

Prajna shook her head: "No, she didn't mean anything malicious, she was just scared by me."

"From her perspective, what she saw should be a sea of ​​corpses and a sea of ​​blood, a hell full of bones."

Prajna explained.

Fulingira complained all over her face: "What, you dare to come out to divination with this little ability?"

Jeanna said something fair: "With your personality, such a result is quite normal. Of all the people here, Hans's divination may not go wrong."

Hans: "."

Lothar nodded, threw a heavy purse into the car, and left.

Lothar felt a little sorry for ruining the guy who was eating, and took out another coin, even a gold coin.

Moreover, as mentioned by Prajna, this old gypsy woman is obviously capable, and the crystal ball in her hand should also be regarded as a "magic weapon".

As it was getting late, the gypsy convoy stopped by the roadside, they set up camp, and sang and danced around the campfire.

The old woman finally got out of the car, and tremblingly picked up the money bag, with fear and a trace of grievance still remaining on her face.

As for?
Isn't it just a matter of getting married and having children?
What can't you say?
Do you still have to spoil the guy I eat?