People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 95 Demons and Angels

On the streets of Montreal.

The patrolling soldiers looked at the bustling public bath with envy: "As expected of a 'generous man', this is the first time I have seen the head of the regiment who invites his subordinates to take a bath! One who sees us as human beings?"

"Scott, did you see that at noon, the waiter at the 'Oak and Hazelnut' tavern brought in ale and barbecue worth 'carts', and they probably could eat and drink until evening!"

The companion wearing a white turban said with emotion: "Yes, working under a nobleman like Baron Lothar is much more comfortable than basking in the sun and eating sand all day under the hands of Lord Humphrey."

"It is said that the members of the Royal Knights have just defeated the Saracen slave cavalry who robbed Tafila. What a boost!"

"real or fake?"

The guard said in amazement: "Before, when the group of slave cavalry were showing off their power around the city of Montreal, Lord Humphrey and those knights who were usually high-spirited and arrogant, they didn't even dare to fart. An army defeated?"

"Can there be a fake?"

"Don't you know that I, John the Honest, never lie?"

The man began to describe the peeping scene vividly: "I saw with my own eyes that the carriages in their team were full of Saracens-style scale armor and broken swords, and they were still stained with blood. If it hadn't been defeated Saracens, where did these spoils come from?"

The companion said thoughtfully: "That's right, when the people under Baron Lothar entered the city, they were full of murderous looks, and the burqa was covered with dried blood. It was obvious that they had just experienced a big battle!"

"This Baron Lothar is really a powerful person, but why have I never heard of his name before?"

In order to show his well-informed news, the man boasted to his companions: "Hey, let me tell you the truth, the husband of my uncle's neighbor's sister is a flag bearer under the hands of this master, and I want to say This Baron Lothar is definitely not the same as those nobles who are full of wine and food. You know that desert bandit that was so rampant that even Lord Leonard couldn't do anything about it? It was Baron Lothar who led people to exterminate it. .”

"The cavalry under his command with the feathers on their backs are all seasoned fighters, even better than those master knights!"

Just as he was talking, his eyebrows were beaming, and his saliva was flying.

Suddenly someone shouted: "Come here, guards, come here quickly! Someone died again!"

"Another person died?"

The two guards looked at each other, and John the Honest, who had been bragging so much before, immediately lowered his voice and said, "Wait, don't go there, a lot of people have died strangely in the city recently. If you want me to say, it must be the villain in that dry well." It's smart, let's wait for the old man to leave, and then go over and pretend."

Scott hesitated: "How can this work?"

John spread his hands: "Why can't it work? Catching evil spirits is the job of priests. What does it have to do with us big soldiers? Heavenly Father will forgive us."

In the overcrowded public bathhouse, at this moment, sergeants who had just bathed and were refreshed gathered around long tables, pushing cups and changing dishes, tearing their mouths away from hotels and taverns. BBQ from here.

The gentlemen of the knights gathered in the innermost rooms of the bathhouse, and had a special drink of iced wine that had been soaked in the well.

And the sergeants had only ale.

"Have you heard that Lord Lothar is going to confer a group of knights this time? I killed two Saracen cavalry in a row this time. Do you think the master will promote me?"

"You're thinking about farts, I killed three people and didn't dare to have such a dream!"

"You bastard, how did you kill two of them? When I was charging ahead with the ax guard, you pouted your ass and used a knife to pry the gold teeth out of the dead man's mouth!"

A group of people laughed and cursed, bragging about their experience on the battlefield.

If you add up the records they said, the number may reach an astonishing one thousand, and all the cavalry under Zahir's command are only in the early three hundred.

At this time, the sergeants sitting in the middle fell silent.

The silence, as if contagious, quickly enveloped most of the bathhouse, and someone asked suspiciously: "What's wrong with you, you don't talk anymore?"

"Your Excellency finished washing?"

Gudong.

The companion next to her swallowed her saliva and muttered to herself, "My God, where did this beautiful woman come from?"

I saw Prajna and Fringila coming out of the room one after the other.

Hannya didn't wear a veil, which was rare. She was wearing a white armor and holding a black shield in her hand. Her tall figure completely covered Fringilla who was following behind.

"She's so tall, she's the tallest woman I've ever seen."

"It's so beautiful, I'm a little flustered by being so beautiful, this is simply the devil from hell!"

"Sure enough. I still prefer devils."

"Father above, please forgive my sins."

In this era, the images of devils are often extremely beautiful, because they need to seduce mortals.

The images of angels are mostly ugly, because they make people awe and fear.

The sergeants whispered.

Someone lowered his voice and said: "Look at that pair of black shields, my heavenly Father, when I charged with my master, I clearly remembered that she was on the battlefield, and she threw off a fully armored slave cavalry with only one hand. .”

"She...she is the iron knight next to your lord? I thought her armor was a bit weird, but I didn't expect it to be a woman!"

"Impossible, how can there be such a powerful woman in this world?"

A hussar said solemnly: "Keep your eyes on you, this is the witch who is close to the head of the group, and she has incredible and terrifying power. You should all know how miserable the end will be if you offend a witch. "

The hussars also showed their prestige on the battlefield this time. Some people pointed at them before. passed them many.

Someone came to a sudden: "No wonder I felt exhausted when I charged with the master on the battlefield, and then I developed new strength. I thought it was the blessing of the heavenly father."

The arena fell silent, and people hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to look any further.

Someone murmured softly: "It's no wonder that the head of the group has not found a wife at this age. If the devil looks like this, I will choose the devil too."

The sergeants and knights of the knight order stared straight at him, but no one dared to come forward to say hello or strike up a conversation.

In the battle with the Saracen cavalry, Banruo alone killed nearly twenty well-trained Mamluk cavalry, second only to Hans in record.

The nickname "Iron Knight" is already known to everyone in the Knights.

If it weren't for her profession to be a heavy armored guard, most of the attribute points for each upgrade would be automatically added to stamina and physical strength, and they were also limited by the mount.

Given enough time for her, it is no problem to kill through the enemy formation alone. If she is an oriental person, a comment will definitely pop up in her mind-the bravery of the overlord.

Although Hans is also a defensive squire, his professional positioning is a heavy warrior, which makes his attributes more versatile, and the effect is better when clearing miscellaneous.

But if two people fight, the winner can only be Prajna.

Prajna didn't care about the eyes of others.

She stopped under the eaves outside the public bathhouse.

Because of her short legs, Flynn, who had been chasing very hard, almost missed the brakes and bumped into Banruo's back, angrily said: "What's wrong with you, big fool?"

Prajna stared into the distance and said softly, "Didn't you notice it? There is a special breath."

Furingilla frowned, and twitched her nose: "It stinks, what is it?"

"I don't know, it looks like a ghost, but it exudes a strong anger. Maybe it's some kind of spirit body unique to this world-you go and get rid of it."

Furingilla was a little dazed: "Why am I going?"

Banruo said naturally: "Because I want to protect the Lord, Hans, the little werewolf, is not good at dealing with this kind of spirit. Who else can it be except you?"

Flynn snorted, "I won't go, you have to go by yourself."

Banruo said expressionlessly: "Do you think it's more attractive to be a slacker who always doesn't want to do anything, or a close sister who can relieve adults' worries?"

Furingilla's face suddenly revealed an expression of excitement: "What you said seems to be reasonable."

(End of this chapter)