People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 63
Watching Lothar leave.

Saleh, the wandering prince who has a strong claim to Syria and Aleppo, said with emotion: "Abdullah, you are right, he is indeed a very special person—he even used our etiquette just now. Salute me."

"This is completely different from the brutal and rude Frankish nobles I have seen before."

Abdullah is convinced of this.

"When I first met him, he was just a knight. Now he has been promoted to a baron, and he has gained the attention of King Baldwin. In my opinion, he will become a big man in the holy city before long."

"It seems that it is necessary to make friends with him."

At this time, a servant walked into the room with small steps, and whispered in Saleh's ear for a while.

"what?"

"I see."

Saleh's face changed slightly, and his expression was a bit complicated: "No, Abdullah, I just received the news that King Baldwin appointed him as the Grand Master of the Royal Knights."

"He's already a big shot in the city."

Abdullah said with surprise on his face: "It's unbelievable."

"It seems that King Baldwin values ​​Lothar more than we thought."

Saleh was thoughtful: "Abdullah, we should be more generous to our friends. In addition to sending him ten horses, let's send five maids."

"Maid?"

Abdullah hesitated.

Saleh immediately saw his doubts, and said sternly, "It's real maids, not those who have been specially trained and can kill their masters on the bed at any time."

Abdullah accepted the order gladly.

Saleh couldn't help laughing and said: "Abdullah, you are a person who picks friends, and so is Lothar."

Leave the hotel.

Fringila muttered dissatisfiedly: "Why no maids? I heard that the maids trained by the Zoroastrian nobles are very good at serving people."

"You don't need it yourself, but you can use it for me."

"When I was in the royal court, at least three maids would take care of my bathing and dressing, three maids would take care of my dressing, and three maids would take care of my food and daily life."

Lothar said with a dark face: "Don't talk, you are in the palace of the king's court. It is as cold as a big coffin. How can there be a living person to serve you?"

Fulingira covered her small mouth, feeling embarrassed that someone would expose her nonsense: "You know all this?"

"I know you better than you think."

Lothar sighed: "But don't worry, whether it's a maid or a luxurious palace, there will definitely be one in the future, but if you can save it now, you can save it."

"Drawing cakes again!"

"It's true."

Lothar was a little helpless.

For a nobleman, a maid is indeed a necessity.

Even if you don't use it yourself, there is always something useful in the exchange of favors between nobles, welcoming and sending them off.

You can't hold a banquet, but you still have to have rough-handed sergeants to serve people, right?
It's just that it's not the time to enjoy it yet, and he doesn't intend to spend his limited funds on hiring maids.

Everything that follows must be compromised for the expansion of military power.

The ten war horses promised by Saleh will be sent to the Constance Manor later. Lothar has no intention of sending them back to Yogrysburg, but intends to keep them directly as spare horses for the hussars.

The horses used to train the hussars in Fort Joglius are sufficient.

Some of them were snatched from desert robbers, and some were bought through the horse market in the Counties of Jordan.

Asking Saleh for Abdullah, although it was more to test the relationship between the two, but in fact, he was really envious of Abdullah and his Kurdish cavalry.

It was a very elite cavalry team, skilled in bow and horse, not inferior to the elite Mamluks of the Ayub Kingdom.

With the same number of people, even if the hussars under his command can win, it can only be a miserable victory.

But it is a pity that these two people are probably in the period of passionate love between monarch and minister.

It's really hard for me as a mistress to get involved.

...

Constance Manor.

Only two weeks after leaving, the manor was already full of dust. Thirteen hussars and nine axe guards including Ryan had already started cleaning.

Next, they will have to live here for quite some time.

With the help of Prajna, Lothar took off his armor and stood on the balcony of the main building of the manor, looking at the busy people below, a little frowning.

The complicated situation in the Holy Land, and Baldwin IV's appreciation and respect made him feel tremendous pressure.

None of the outstanding people in this era is easy to deal with.

Even those crusader nobles who seem stupid and only know how to fight for fame and fortune, actually have their own little ones in their hearts.

If he didn't cheat, didn't inherit the identity and ability of the original owner, he is a commoner, if he travels to this world, it would be reasonable for him to be shot away by the knights in one round.

He never felt that he really had the talent to stand shoulder to shoulder with Saladin, and the power under his command was just a drop in the bucket in the face of the upcoming war.

However, if he can completely use the Royal Knights for his own use, and use it properly, this power can also slightly influence the direction of a war.

"Lothar."

Behind him, a cold female voice sounded.

Prajna came to his side, this woman who was not much shorter than him stretched out her hand and smoothed Lothar's brow.

The cold touch made Lothar feel that the heat on his body had been dispelled.

"You know, some people can go forward when they are alone, but they have more, but they are always looking forward and backward and worrying."

Lothar immediately realized that he was talking about himself.

He smiled bitterly: "Indeed, this is stupid."

"But I always feel like I'm shouldering the expectations of a lot of people now, and if I mess things up, it will disappoint them."

He pointed to the busy people below: "And their loyalty, as well as their lives, if I make a wrong decision, they will all die."

Banruo lowered his eyes slightly and said in a low voice: "Game of Thrones is not about children playing house. Not only will they die, but you will die too. It's impossible without such awareness."

Lothar was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "Yes."

"Since you are sitting at the gambling table, there is no room for looking forward and backward."

Losa cleared up her emotions: "I was worrying too much. I have to go to the palace in the afternoon. You and Fringila will follow me and stay at home."

"Of course I'm following you, but that little vampire, I think she should prefer to stay in the manor and do what she wants."

"Silly big man, what are you farting!"

Fringila's sharp cry sounded: "I want to follow the lord too!"

A smile appeared on Lothar's face: "Okay, then follow me, as long as you are not bored."

...

The Royal Palace of Jerusalem is a palace with a distinct oriental color, but also a very Western style.

The Zoroastrian civilization, the Jewish civilization, the empire—or the Greek civilization, and the Frankish civilization are perfectly integrated.

Lothar walked in the garden of the palace, Prajna and others followed behind him.

In the middle of the road paved with gray stone bricks, there is a fountain.

Spring water surrounds the garden, trickling.

Lothar washed his hands in the fountain and felt the sweetness in his hands. He simply picked up the water and washed his face: "Huh, it's really comfortable."

The working environment is good, and the following days should not be difficult.

Sergeants of the Royal Knights in red and white smocks, pot helmets, and spine helmets are deployed in every corner.

"Big head!"

The sergeants who met on the road saluted one after another.

"Take me to your residence, and let the inspector and chief financial officer come to see me."

Lothar ordered.

(End of this chapter)