Chapter 55
Leonard, who was terrified, seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, and quickly asked, "My lord, what should I do?"

Lothar asked [-]:

"Tell me first, how did this group of desert robbers target you? Who did you meet on the way to Montreal? Does anyone know that you carried a large sum of Suledes?"

Leonard said incoherently: "It's like this. Yes, ah, when I set off, only the five soldiers I brought with me knew about this. They were all stationed in Fort Joglius a long time ago. They are absolutely loyal and reliable. Because when I paid taxes before, I was never robbed."

"The village where half the pagans live is called Antorga. It is the closest to Montreal, so we passed there and asked for water."

"I don't know if any of them noticed that I was carrying a lot of suledes, because I always carried the money with me, but I couldn't hide the crisp sound in the purse."

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The panic in Leonard's heart gradually calmed down, and he began to seriously recall everything he had experienced before.

Everything is in detail, even a few times of pissing along the way.

"Okay, then let me ask you one last question. When you are on your way, is there an eagle hovering above your head?"

Leonard was terrified: "Sir, how do you know? I thought it was the will of the heavenly father, turning your coat of arms into a black eagle, watching us!"

Lothar waved his hand:

"Okay, I understand. Next, you are going to spread the news that Baron Lothar of Fort Yogryus is planning to bring a generous gift to Kaleburg to visit the honorable Countess Stephanie. .”

Lothar patted Leonard on the shoulder: "If something goes wrong with such a simple thing, I won't even let someone put a cross on your tombstone after you die."

Leonard trembled all over.

If there is not even a cross on the tombstone after death, it is doomed not to return to the embrace of the Father.

"I will, I will do it."

Lothar added: "The same goes for your subordinates. Tell them a few consequences. Heavenly Father bestows mercy on me, but mercy will not come to Judas."

Watching Leonard's back carefully leaving.

Lothar said, "Flynn, is everything he said true?"

The girl hanging upside down from the ceiling fell silently like a ghost.

"it is true."

"But isn't your plan too hasty? If I were the bandit leader, I would definitely avoid the limelight, at least not in a short time."

Lothar nodded: "What you said is very reasonable. If you wait for a rabbit in the conventional sense, it will definitely not work."

"Although Leonard is brutal and aggressive, he is a good general. Otherwise, he would not have played a decisive role in the battle of Mengisa. I believe he can also think of the method of pretending to be a caravan and waiting for rabbits. "

"But this group of desert bandits has falcons, they can see our reality, and - after so many years of smooth sailing, even Leonard, the king of the Dead Sea, can't do anything to them, you think this bandit group will think highly of me A petty lord of such a deserted place?"

"I'll only bring Hans and his hussars, and you and Banruo will be the only ones."

"This method can only be used by us. Under normal circumstances, this group of robbers will definitely not be afraid of seven people, even if there are five fully armed cavalry inside."

"I see."

The plan is pretty clear here.

"Don't ask for annihilation, as long as we repel them."

Fringila was thoughtful: "Leave one or two alive, and I can rely on the ability of charm to ask them where their camp is."

"Yes."

At this time, there were slight footsteps in the corridor outside the door.

Wrapped in a bathrobe, with bare slender and tender jade feet, Banruo walked in from the door, as if feeling the seriousness of the atmosphere, she tilted her head slightly, and her long black hair fell down like a waterfall.

"I seem to be missing something?"

Lothar tried to move his gaze away from the whiteness: "I'll tell you later, you get dressed first."

Prajna's indifferent eyes glanced at Furingilla vaguely, and the vampire lady clenched her small white teeth in anger.

Isn't it just that the breasts are a little bigger, the buttocks are a little bit raised, and the legs are a little longer?

What an amazing thing!
Lothar turned his back.

There was a rustling sound.

Hannya took out the clothes from the closet and changed them for herself.

"Ok?"

"Ah."

"You two, come with me to church."

Furingilla frowned: "My lord, are you sure you want me, a vampire, to pray with you? Are you not afraid of Heavenly Father, His old man, being struck down by a divine thunder?"

Lothar said a blasphemous statement indifferently: "If the Heavenly Father cares about these, then he is not the Heavenly Father."

They went into the church together.

Between Lothar's hands, a white statue with a ring on its head, holding a cross-armed sword and a kite shield, and wings on its back appeared.

Its prototype should be the statue of St. Michael.

Lothar placed the statue on the table at the end of the church, under the icon made of mosaic bricks.

Under the sunlight.

The white statue looks like a shining golden god, which subconsciously creates a feeling of wanting to worship.

"It makes subjects more loyal to me."

Lothar explained.

He secretly sighed in his heart that he might really be on the road of "Yuri" with a bald head.

...

at dusk.

It was getting darker, but the temperature didn't drop.

The earth, which had been scorched for a day, began to release the accumulated temperature to its fullest.

Three hussars including Hans and Ulm followed behind Lothar.

These young cavalrymen are dressed in mirror-like, well-maintained half-body plate armor.

Everyone held a three-meter-long lance, and the wings decorated on the back looked more majestic.

The lances of the wing cavalry are too long, even the shortest is 4 meters, so they are all hollow, and they are pieced together by two pieces of fir wood, which are easy to break.

This kind of lance is not practical, at least in Lothar's territory, there is no way to manufacture or buy this special lance.

So Lothar ordered them to switch to traditional lances, which are more practical and easier to replace.

The two ladies, Banruo and Fringila, followed Lothar.

Leonard drove the carriage, which was full of "precious" goods covered with felt cloth.

This is the only unplanned candidate.

Had he survived the attack, he and his men would have been wiped of their guilt.

In the sky, accompanied by a crisp chirp, the eagle fluttered its wings, as if echoing the black eagle flag hanging on the carriage.

Lothar and the eagle looked at each other, he lowered his head calmly, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

In the distance, the desert light cavalry on fast horses looked at the almost reflective bright armor with greed in their eyes: "They really only have five cavalry."

"Of course, never question what the Chief sees with eagle eyes."

"You report to the leader, and I will keep an eye on them."

"Don't let them run away, this arrogant Baron of Yogrysburg, don't you think that we have robbed his subordinates once, and there will be no second time in a short time?"

The Bedouin in a white turban said with a sneer.

"I heard that the carriage was full of gifts for Stephanie, that bitch. This damned woman has hanged many of our brothers."

"Perhaps the chief will agree to give the bitch the head of the foolish baron as a gift."

"No, it's impossible. The leader is very grateful to the baron for treating his people equally. He will not kill the baron."

The Bedouin was a little dissatisfied: "These Franks were not merciless when they slaughtered our people. Do you need to speak morally to them?"

(End of this chapter)

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