People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 78 New Card Draw
Sure enough, in the afternoon, Archbishop Tyre, His Excellency William hurried over with a group of priests to visit.

This is the most distinguished guest welcomed by Constance Manor.

The archbishop of Tire was born in the aristocratic class of Jerusalem, and had studied in the Continental Continental School of theology for twenty springs and autumns.After that, he was appointed as an envoy by the former king to the Eastern Empire.

After his return, he was appointed tutor to Baldwin IV.

In addition, he was the patriarch of Jerusalem, the old and no longer in charge of Heraclius, the recognized and effective successor.

"Your Excellency, it is an honor to meet you."

A smile appeared on the old face of Archbishop William: "Baron Lothar, I have long heard that you have the bravery to fight a werewolf, and now that you have achieved this feat again, can I see the corpse of that werewolf? "

"Of course, Sir William."

Archbishop William circled around the werewolf corpse, and couldn't help but marvel: "This is the first time I have seen such a lifelike werewolf corpse. Before that, I only saw a dried wolf skin in the Bologna Cathedral. I couldn't even be sure. That's really the skin of a werewolf, not a normal wolf."

The rest of the priests were also full of fanaticism and shock.

A three-meter-high behemoth, even if it is dead, leaving only a body, the shock it brings to people is unimaginable.

Is this really something that mortals can deal with?

"Baron Lothar, this is the blessing of the heavenly father!"

Lothar nodded at the right time and said: "That's right, if it weren't for the blessing of the heavenly father, the knights under my command and I would never be able to defeat such a huge werewolf."

"I have to teach you that the Abelardo I defeated in the Austrian border region was just a werewolf less than two meters tall, which is completely different from the monster in front of me. Naturally, this is because I am in the sacred place of Jerusalem. , a feat that can only be done with the blessing of the Heavenly Father."

Lothar attributed this credit to a miracle.

Archbishop William drew the cross in front of him, and said with emotion: "Baron, you are truly a man of God. For Jerusalem, this is a miracle at the right time."

"If possible, I hope the baron can dedicate the remains of this werewolf to the church, and I will show more people the feat you have accomplished under the blessing of the heavenly father."

"No problem at all."

Lothar generously handed over the wolf corpse to Archbishop William. The most valuable heart has been taken out of it, and the rest is of little use value.

Handing it over to Archbishop William for exhibition, or drying it and tanning it into a "holy vessel", will greatly enhance his prestige.

It's a win-win.

And Archbishop William was also surprised by Lothar's generosity, he thanked: "Baron Lothar, you are really a pious man, I heard that your fief Jogrisburg still lacks a priest, and I need to send one Will the priest with high theological attainments enter the church in your castle?"

Lothar hurriedly said: "It couldn't be better. I just hope that it will take a while. After all, the war has already reached the border, and Fort Yogryus is not far from the border."

Archbishop William suddenly said: "I can understand, when you need it, you can come to me at any time."

Archbishop William wanted to send a priest to a barren territory like Fort Jogles, of course not to collect the few tithes.

Instead, I really intend to thank you for this.

It's a pity that Lothar is not a devout believer. He doesn't want to just parachute a priest who has no friendship with him to keep pace with him.

Although the clergy and the secular lords are fighting and interdependent, Lothar has too many blasphemous things.

Time flies.

Five days later.

Inside the main hall where the Royal Knights reside.

Lothar is dealing with official duties. The newly trained Royal Knights belong to the Pilgrim Crusaders. They have begun to take shape, and the number is as many as [-].

At this time, the Crusaders of the Northern Expedition were said to be invincible and had conquered lost ground one after another.

However, Saladin's nephew, the Syrian Governor Savodin, commanded the pagan army that was originally used to besiege Tripoli, but did not have a direct conflict with the Crusaders, but retreated steadily.

The Crusaders advanced once and were defeated by the Mamluk cavalry who had been ambushing for a long time. Therefore, the two armies faced off in the northern border of the Kingdom of Jerusalem.

"If I were Saladin, this time would be the most suitable time to attack Jerusalem. The Crusaders of the Northern Expedition who have already been entangled with Savodin's army have no time and no room to return to rescue."

Lothar's face was full of worry.

Not only did he know about this matter, but even Earl Leonard, a recognized reckless man, led the army back to the fief of Kaleburg yesterday, preparing to resist Saladin's attack.

The morale of the residents of Jerusalem is not low. The story of Lothar fighting a werewolf with a mortal body has already been spread these days.

The genuine werewolf corpse dispelled everyone's doubts, which also made Lothar once again a man of the day among the nobles in Jerusalem.

At noon, the system beeps: You have got a new chance to draw a card.

It was only then that Lothar realized that until today, it was exactly a week before he left Jogrisburg and went to Jerusalem to take office.

Without hesitation, he directly chose to draw the card.

A cyan light flashed.

A tall priest in black robe slowly emerged in the hall.

He held a bible tied with a golden chain in his hand, with a short white hair and a handsome face, like an English gentleman.

There was a hint of surprise on Lothar's face, as a medical entourage designed by Lothar.

The black-robed priest Uldin's status among four-star medical retinues is the same as Fringilla's status among five-star mages. They are absolutely top-notch!
Name: Black-robed priest Uldin
Quality: Extraordinary (four stars)

Rating: 1
Intimacy: cold
Power: 10
Agility: 7
Stamina: 12
Stamina: 20
Mental Power: 25
Talent: Blessing of the Archangel: This squire can communicate with the power of the Archangel with spiritual power, and use it to rescue the wounded.

Codex: When the entourage is being healed, there is a certain probability to expel the negative status of the target.

skill:
Holy Shield: While healing the target, slightly increase its defense.

Elite skill: Suffering monk: completely transfer the damage suffered by the designated target to the rest of the designated targets.

Elite II skills: None.

Introduction: Urdin from Tuscany, originally a descendant of the Tuscan Grand Duchess, sat on the throne of the Archbishop of Milan in his middle age. Later, the wolf plague swept the entire Tuscany. Usurped by the werewolf family "Axis" of the Two Sicilies.

Since then, the patriarch of Yakexi has asked the church to pay him the flesh and blood of a living person every day.

Archbishop Urdin, who couldn't bear to be with the werewolf family, resolutely chose to leave Tuscany and became a wandering ascetic monk.

The black-robed priest, as soon as he arrived, showed a cold expression: "I smell the breath of wolves, my lord, your subordinates actually took in those savage wolves?"

"Uldin, take it easy. Hans used to be a servant of the Teutonic Knights. I gave him the blood of the wolf family. He is not a wolf family from the Two Sicilies."

The Two Sicilies refer to Naples and Sicily, namely the South Apennines.

"is that so."

With a straight face, Uldin suddenly said: "There are also vampires and ghosts, my lord, is there no one under your command who wants to be bright?"

Lothar frowned: "Uldin, are you accusing me?"

Uldin had a straight face, showing no emotion at all. The two looked at each other for a long time before he lowered his head and said, "My lord, I should not interfere with your decision-making, but I am sorry that I cannot agree with your behavior."

There was also a hint of anger in Lothar's heart: "Uldin, do you know where this is? This is Jerusalem, and I am the Baron of Jogrisburg appointed by the King of Jerusalem and the Royal Knights. Long. Archbishop William of Tire and Patriarch Heraclius of Jerusalem both stood up for me and declared that I am the favored one!"

Uldin was silent.

"We all know that this doesn't prove anything at all. I'm not a god-favored person at all—there are popes full of greed and illegitimate children everywhere?"

Lothar went on to say: "Since you have joined the church and are still in the high position of the archbishop, you should know what kind of place the church is, who is holy, who represents the light, and who is you?" Can it be defined?"

Uldin was silent.

But Lothar knew that this stubborn, recalcitrant guy would definitely not listen to his own words.

"Urdin, many wolves in the Two Sicilies have committed cannibalism, but there are not a few wolves who have good intentions and live in peace with humans. There are villains in every group, and the church draws Is there any difference between the tax of the tithe, the issuance of indulgences, and the means of squeezing the last copper from the hands of the common people and the cannibal wolf?"

"Whether a person's heart is light or dark should not be entangled in his blood, nor what they say, but how they do it."

Lothar snorted coldly: "That's all I said."

The black-robed priest's face was cold and hard. It seemed that Lothar's words hadn't shaken his mind, but the sound of the increase in intimacy showed that he was still touched.

Uldin drew the cross in front of him and knelt down on one knee: "No matter what, Uldin, I am willing to dedicate my loyalty to you."

(End of this chapter)