People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 247
Lothar walked outside the bedroom, the narrow and dark corridor.

In the rooms on both sides of the corridor, dim candles were burning.

There was a knock on the door.

The woman in a palace dress whispered behind Lothar: "Earl Lothar."

Sibyl?
Lothar was a little surprised, and bowed slightly: "Your Highness, good night."

Princess Sibilla's face was somewhat blurred under the reflection of the lampstand in the corridor: "Count Lothar, I heard about the few victories you fought, and they are very good."

Lothar's tone was polite and distant: "It's all thanks to the blessing of Heavenly Father."

She made a sign of the cross in front of her: "Indeed, you have always been a miracle worker."

"Your Highness has won the prize."

She came to Lothar, lowered her voice and said: "You are indeed walking on the path you think is correct, walking on a fair and aboveboard path, but it is destined to be full of difficulties and obstacles."

"It is true that I admire you."

She paused slightly, and before Lothar could reply, she said again: "I heard from His Majesty about your idea of ​​setting up a border region. If I say, I will support you?"

Lothar looked slightly startled: "Then I will be very grateful to you, Your Highness."

Sibyl smiled lightly and said, "That's enough, it's not easy to ask you for a favor."

"So, good night, my lord count."

Her figure disappeared in the darkness, like a ghost wandering in the deep palace.

Lothar paused slightly, and continued to walk out of the corridor.

Princess Sibilla is trying to get closer to the royal party?
Lothar was a little puzzled.

Then he realized that if Sibilla moved closer to the royal party, to a certain extent, he was more willing to support Princess Isabella's noble party, and would probably become the royal party's mortal enemy.

In a sense, this can be regarded as forcing the royal party to join the competition in person from the neutral faction.

Lothar frowned slightly, and quickly relaxed it.

A fight is nothing.

Once Sibyl married Belian and became her own, it meant that the Royal Party would rise from the auditorium and descend into the arena.

Working together earlier is no different than working together later.

I can also obtain the title of "Floral Marquis" in advance, and the name is correct.

Always thinking about taking benefits, being unwilling to give is not a good quality. Baron Godfrey also helped him a lot back then.

End of corridor.

Little stars.

In the garden, the pool surrounding the garden from the ground reflects the stars.

"grown ups!"

Hans was wearing neat armor and was leading the sergeants of the Royal Knights to stand guard here.

Lothar patted him on the shoulder: "Thank you."

For the next period of time, Hans had to stay in Jerusalem to take charge of the Royal Knights for himself.

This is a good thing.

In Lothar's eyes, Hans has the potential to become a Coors-level tool man, but he still needs to be trained.

It is also an experience for him to take charge of the Royal Knights.

Although Lothar is currently short of talents.

But isn't there still Cellina?
Lothar is not going to let her stay by his side all the time.

When he goes back tonight, he intends to hand over the task of resettling the refugees to her.

This can also be regarded as an assessment. If Celinina can submit a perfect answer sheet, her life may not be as easy as it is now.

Hans hesitated to speak, he would rather stay with Lothar than stay in Jerusalem to take charge of the Royal Knights.

"Heh, you are doing odd jobs by my side, how can you be the majestic acting head of the group by yourself?"

Lothar saw through Hans' mind and was a little relieved: "Tomorrow, gather fifty of the most elite knights and sergeants of the Royal Knights, we have something to do."

Hans wondered, "What's the matter?"

Lothar's answer was succinct: "Confiscate the house."

Hans hesitated and said, "Ms. Jeanne should be better at this matter, right?"

"If you dare to say that in front of Jeanna, I'll let her do it for you."

Hans opened his mouth, but chose to close it.

He dare not.

"I thought Miss Cellinina would be a reliable new thigh, but I didn't expect her to be counted on at all."

Hans sighed softly.

Lothar showed a sympathetic look: "It can't be helped, all the relatives of Celinina, the whole family has been destroyed by the same clan, you should be glad that you belong to the extra-number wolf clan."

"what?"

Hans felt his scalp go numb.

"Is it just me who doesn't know about this?"

Lothar showed a look of pity: "It is very likely."

He patted Hans on the shoulder, said goodbye to him, and left the palace happily.

After politely rejecting the guard's escort request.

Not far away, Lothar saw Prajna standing at the bottom of the stone steps, leaning against a stone pillar and waiting.

There was no emotion on her face, and when she saw Lothar approaching, she just said lightly: "Let's go."

Lothar's heart warmed slightly, and he took her hand familiarly.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were waiting for me and kept you waiting."

Banruo shook his head and said, "I didn't make an appointment with you in advance, so there's nothing to be sorry about. It's just that as an iron guard, I have to consider your safety."

In the middle of the night in Jerusalem, there are few people on the streets.

But the sky is not particularly dark, the moonlight is still very clear tonight.

The two stood side by side, and when they approached the Constance Manor, they let go of their hands tacitly.

When returning to the room.

Fringila was happily talking to Cellinina.

Celinina had no expression on her face, and she didn't know whether she was listening seriously, but from time to time she deftly opened the lid of the tin box with her thumbs and took out a chocolate bar and stuffed it into the other party's mouth.

Lothar and Banruo looked at each other, and they both saw a trace of doubt in each other's eyes.

The character of Flynn, a child like this, actually really fits in with the serious and serious Celinina, not just a flash in the pan during the journey.

Jeanne's voice came from behind the two: "It's unbelievable, isn't it?"

She crossed her arms and said with emotion: "If you can make friends, your personalities should be complementary, not similar."

"If Miss Celinina is allowed to be with Miss Banruo, the two of them will probably stare at each other in a daze every day."

Lothar said noncommittally: "Maybe."

Jeanna frowned suddenly: "I always feel that the two of you have been alone for a long time recently. If you didn't smell some strange smells, I really wonder if you are doing something bad behind my back."

Prajna brushed past her expressionlessly.

Looking at Jeanna's suspicious expression, Lothar frowned and said, "I expect you to pick me up, I may have been beheaded by an assassin."

Jeanna looked innocent: "How can it be so easy? You are considered a master now, with the blood of dragon descendants in your body, and once you release the aura of the dark lord, who doesn't think you are a top expert?"

"It's impossible to fool everyone by fooling around."

Jean Na nodded: "But you still have the talent of flying dragons, the talent of Prajna, and in the blood magic, there are many skills to save life, such as the kind that turns into countless little bats with a bang."

Seeing Lothar's uneasy face, she said helplessly:

"Okay, if you use the holy spear, I can feel it, and I will definitely run to your side immediately to escort you."

"But speaking of it, Miss Cellinina is your chief assassin, so she should also be able to perform the duties of a personal bodyguard, right?"

Lothar shook his head and said: "I have another appointment for her. The recruitment of refugees will be handed over to her to take care of the overall situation from tomorrow."

"Oh, I know that under your command, no one can just eat and not work."

Lothar sneered: "It's good to know, so, starting tomorrow, you will start training new troops for me."

The slightly teasing smile on Jeanna's face quickly froze.

"I've only been free for a few days? Besides, I'm good at leading soldiers, and I think you are more suitable for training soldiers than me!"

Lothar let out a "huh": "I don't know if you will train soldiers. Those who are capable will work harder. Thank you for your hard work—the old wine in the wine cellar is not for nothing."

(End of this chapter)