People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 53 Desert Bandit
The sergeants were all crowded on the fence, watching the cavalry galloping past with envy and jealousy in their eyes.

"This lucky boy!"

"I used to herd for the lord, and I'll try it with Hans Knight later. I want to be that what... a cavalry with wings?"

"It's the hussars!"

"I just discovered that Ulm's riding skills are so good. Look, the shiny armor is just like the mirror used by a lady."

On the city wall, Marles watched this scene silently, with some nostalgia in his expression.

Once upon a time, he also made quite a few hussar armors, each of which was better than the one worn by this cavalryman, but that was in the past after all.

Since the death of Grand Duke Jagiellon VIII and he was expelled from the border of the Poly Federation, he has never seen the hussars again.

The once powerful Polly Federation was gone forever, replaced by a weak country that was attacked by Tsarist Russia and Prussia on both sides, retreating steadily, and shrinking its territory year by year.

click -

A badly weathered wall brick fell to the ground and shattered into two pieces with a snap.

Marles was shocked to find that the wall brick had loosened and fallen off because of his "touching".

He looked around subconsciously, and he met Lothar's eyes.

"I promise, my lord, I really didn't try hard."

Lothar forced the corners of his mouth to move, and smiled: "I believe you, this castle does need to be repaired. It's just an inner castle at the moment, but sooner or later the outer wall will look brand new."

You pull it down!

If it weren't for your terrifying strength five times that of an ordinary person, who would be able to forcefully pull out a wall brick?

Marles was silent for a moment, and then he remedied: "Sir, I can build a blast furnace for ironmaking today, and then I can start to forge armor for you."

"Although limited by materials and tools, I can only make you a half-body plate armor, but I guarantee that it will be the most exquisite armor in all of Jerusalem."

"enough."

If it weren't for the hussar barracks, only "natives" could spend gold coins and use the armor and weapons placed inside, and each person was limited to one set.

Lothar also wanted to squeeze this wool.

Because the hussars' full armor and combat skills are obviously not comparable to 50 Suledes.

The half-body plate armor can only be forged by the top craftsmen in Milan at this time, and the quality is not better than the half-body plate armor of the Winged Cavalry.

At this time, Ulm had already run a full circle around Jogrysburg, and galloped towards the gate of the castle.

"Call everyone over here!"

Lothar ordered.

"Master Holy Son!"

As soon as Ulm entered the city gate, he leaped off his horse and knelt down on one knee.

"Thank you, Heavenly Father, for your gift. You made me feel the meaning of life again. I will definitely repay your generous gift with the sword and spear in my hand."

Lothar signaled Ulm to get up, and then said: "Everyone, I hope you don't call me the Holy Son. Heretics and evil forces will not sit back and watch a Holy Son come to the world. They will do everything possible. To strangle him, to obstruct him, to threaten him - as he did to Jesus."

"My side is indeed often accompanied by miracles. Maybe the Heavenly Father does favor me, but please never call me the Son of God. I am the lord of the world, now and in the future!"

"Dedicate your loyalty to me with peace of mind, I promise, all loyalty will be rewarded!"

The sergeants immediately cheered.

"Long live, honorable god-favored one, our allegiance lord!"

"I am willing to give everything for you, whether it is blood or bone!"

Lothar turned around and returned to the inner castle.

Fringila stood by the window and looked at these excited people, and said with some pride: "Look, they respect Your Excellency so much, I guarantee that even if Your Excellency asks them to assassinate the Pope now, they will not hesitate at all." .My lordship will soon be a king, in my opinion."

Hannya gave her a sideways look coldly.

There was a light "heh".

"what are you laughing at?"

Fringira frowned, her face full of displeasure.

Prajna rarely opened his mouth and replied: "I'm laughing at someone's unrealistic dream of a queen."

Two days later.

Velvet curtains screened the windows.

Lothar leaned over the table, and the quill moved rapidly.

He is writing a letter.

One was to Count Leopold of Austria asking when he was leaving for the Holy Land, including some greetings and concerns about the current situation in the Holy Land.

Of course that's not the point.

The point is to seek funding, whether it is coins, or talents such as "bakers", "tailors", "merchants", "masons" who can repair canals, dig wells, and repair city walls.

The letter was addressed to Earl Werner of Aargau, sending him daily greetings and explaining his current situation.

He knew that Earl Werner was not rich, and it was difficult to get money to support him, so he didn't mention that Gryusburg was a barren place at all.

The last letter was addressed to Lord Godfrey.

The purpose is still to seek funding.

Although he has a lot of savings, he is currently in a state of negative income.

With the taxes of the six nearby villages, it is impossible to maintain the huge army that Lothar intends to organize. It is enough to eat, but it is not enough to pay salaries.

Moreover, he had to pay the vassal tax to his lord, Baldwin IV. Although the money was not much, it was also an expense.

"His Majesty the King probably didn't intend for me to organize this territory at all, nor did he intend for me to support an army."

Lothar had a headache as he calculated the bill.

Baldwin IV probably wanted him to serve as an officer in Jerusalem to command the royal army.

But he does not intend to follow Baldwin IV's plan completely.

Although Yogryusburg is not a good place for farming, it has neither specialties nor commerce.

But he must at least set up a framework first, have a framework that can operate independently, and make the territory continue to develop, instead of blindly exploiting it.

Among the six villages under the jurisdiction of Fort Yogryus, there is a village where half of the population is Zoroastrians.

In previous years, they would have been heavily taxed.

But Lothar didn't plan to do this, because they were too poor, and many people even had to go to the castle to rent iron farm tools.

Even if you impose heavy taxes, you won't get much money. It's better to treat them better and make them more peaceful.

Leonard stood on the steps outside the lord's hall, knocked the dust off his shoes, adjusted his clothes, and walked into the inner castle tremblingly.

He looked at this inner castle that was both familiar and unfamiliar, his gray eyes were full of restraint and tension.

There are all kinds of exquisite reliefs on the walls.

The originally narrow prayer room has now been widened into a formal church. Behind the cross in the center is an icon made of mosaic bricks.

Worshiping in such a church, the Father will be more willing to listen, right?

The entire inner fort is even more empty than before.

The old garbage-like furniture has all been cleaned up, but apart from less furniture, the inner castle is much, much cleaner than before.

No mice, no dust, not even a scent in the air.

"Father above!"

Leonard was amazed. This was the first time in three days that he mustered up the courage to step into the lord's hall, which was regarded as a sacred place by the people of Jogrysburg.

In their hearts, this is already a miraculous place that cannot go to the Cathedral of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem.

He walked all the way to Lothar's administrative hall on the second floor.

Looking at Lothar who was writing at his desk at the desk.

Leonard immediately showed a flattering smile: "My lord, do you still lack some beautiful girls as maids in your castle? It's really too empty here, and there's not even anyone to wait for you to dress. I know a few nearby villages Miss Shui Ling, let me bring them here for you, they must be very happy to be holy oh no, they are serving the master!"

Even though they didn't say anything, the people of Fort Yoglius still regarded him as the Holy Son.

It is conceivable that those lords and lords who have witches also use the "miracles" of witches to brag and elevate their status.

"No, I didn't come to the Holy Land for personal enjoyment."

Lothar refused decisively.

In this era, there are not many pampered ladies whose appearance can catch his eyes, let alone ordinary women who need to face daily exposure to the sun and hard work.

"Leonard, how is the matter I told you going?"

Lothar looked at Leonard who was unwilling to move his butt for a long time, frowned, and asked.

Leonard's face was a bit ugly, he stammered: "I'm sorry, my lord, the money you gave me to buy war horses was taken away, they are a group of desert robbers who come and go like the wind, The mule I was riding couldn't outrun them."

Lothar's complexion became ugly, I was worried about money, why did you throw money at me?

He forced himself to calm down quickly: "Your Excellency, I am very disappointed by your incompetence. Tell me, what is going on with this group of desert bandits? I will decide whether to hold you accountable."

(End of this chapter)