People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 36 Princess Sibilla

Farewell Lord Godfrey.

It's getting late.

The four prepare to return to the manor.

The sky is full of stars, the dark blue sky seems to be very close to the ground, and the stars seem to be within reach.

No wonder people say this is the closest place to God.

Even in the evening, the temperature in the Holy Land is still very high. The surface that has absorbed a lot of heat energy during the day is like a hot cake pan, baking the soles of people's feet.

"Banruo, are those your people?"

Furingilla pointed to the side of the road, a caravan with black hair and black eyes.

Prajna didn't pay attention to her at all.

She is a ghost clan, how could there be clansmen in the human world?

Lothar explained to Fringila: "It's a person from Song Dynasty, a businessman from the great empire in the east—equivalent to the Yanxia Empire in your world."

He watched the caravan closely.

They have big arms, guards in armor and leather armor, servants in short jackets, surrounded by several men in red silk costumes.

They frowned, not knowing what they were talking about.

Lothar listened carefully for a while, and found that the surrounding environment was noisy, coupled with the heavy accent of the Song people, it was really difficult for him to distinguish what they were talking about.

The official dialect of Song people should be Kaifeng dialect, but it is quite different from the Kaifeng dialect of later generations. If you listen carefully, you should be able to barely distinguish it.

But if you listen to it from a distance, it's really a chicken talking to a duck.

"Forget it, let's go."

Lothar lightly clamped the horse's belly, and the group passed by the Song people's caravan.

Now, being in contact with Song people would not bring him much benefit.

Perhaps he could gain the other party's trust more easily by virtue of his understanding of the history of the Song Empire and his language advantages.

But at most, they can get a channel to buy slightly cheaper silk, and they can't bring more benefits to Lothar.

For example, papermaking has long been introduced. If it is only improved, it may not need to be handed over to others.

Typography, he knows it himself.

Compass, he knows the principle, and now he doesn't have the need to form a merchant fleet and open up a new continent.

As for gunpowder, not to mention the power of gunpowder in this era, these businessmen would definitely not understand the formula of gunpowder.

Lothar at least knows that 1 nitrate, 2 sulfur and 3 charcoal, although knowing this is meaningless, because this is the molecular coefficient ratio, not the weight ratio.

He doesn't belong to this era, and the face of a foreigner is also destined to make him unable to return to the Song Dynasty and become a pillar of the Zhao family.

I just don't know whether the Tatar iron cavalry, which is like the whip of God in history, will still come as promised.

According to the history of my own world, the Tatar cavalry expedition to the west should have been decades later, right?

Just as he was in a daze, a group of cavalry galloped past in front of him.

The attendants at the front of the line, wearing the Jerusalem Cross heraldry flag with a red background and holding an oval shield, shouted loudly at passers-by to avoid it.

Surrounded by a lady riding a white horse, wearing an Arabian headscarf and covering her face with a black veil, they rushed forward.

"It's Princess Sibilla!"

On the road, knowledgeable people recognized this emblem one after another. Princess Sibilla is not only a princess, but also a duchess with a fief.

Jaffa Port, which was passed by when she came, is one of her territories.

It turned out that she was the sister of Baldwin IV!
It seemed that there was no sense of presence in the hall before.

Lothar just came up with this idea.

At this time, the veil on her cheeks suddenly fell with the wind, and Lothar subconsciously reached out to catch it.

With a glimpse, he saw Princess Sibilla's beautiful facial features.

But she didn't stop, and continued to gallop away, leaving only a scent of fragrance.

"Tsk, the method is really deliberate."

Fringila snorted softly: "Lotha, she seems to be interested in you, have you seen this princess in the palace today?"

"I've seen it, but I didn't pay much attention."

Lothar handed the veil in his hand to Hans, "Keep it safe for that lady, and return it to her when we meet next time."

"how do you feel?"

There was a smile on Fringila's face, but Lothar knew very well that her eyes had revealed strong dissatisfaction.

According to her temperament, she is probably already thinking about how to suck Princess Sibilla into a mummy, right?
Banruo's eyes were still as calm as water, she just glanced at him lightly, then continued to keep her eyes fixed, and rode forward on the mount.

Lothar shook his head: "It's far from you and Prajna, it's not very good, and she is a widow who has given birth to a child. I can't think about her."

In fact, it is still very beautiful.

It's just that he got along with Furingilla and Banruo day and night, and his vision was raised too much.

Unless it is the empress of the Eastern Empire, La Gaia, who is both beautiful and can marry a widow from an empire, otherwise it is impossible for him to eat such a soft meal.

Moreover, the reason why this princess is in demand is that she and her ex-husband gave birth to a son, who is the first heir after the death of Baldwin IV.

But what if Baldwin IV is not dead?

Lothar is very convinced that if he really draws a five-six-star medical entourage, it is not impossible to cure leprosy.

In fact, he has a way now.

Just let Fringira give him a first hug.

It's just that Fulingira couldn't be willing. This little girl who loves cleanliness has to be PUA to such an extent that she is willing to condescend to suck the blood of a leper and inject her own precious blood.

Lothar will not make such a request.

No matter how much Baldwin IV values ​​him in the future, it is impossible for him to make such a decision.

Because it is the generosity of others that he resents most.

Seemingly satisfied with Lothar's response, the beep sounded again for the increase in intimacy, but it was probably just as Lothar speculated, there was still a threshold, and the intimacy was still in the cold category.

Do I have to be in another life and death crisis?
I want to play magic too!

Lothar walked to the front of the team and glanced back at Hannya.

The two looked at each other for a long time.

Ban Ruocai asked lightly, "What's wrong?"

The corners of Lothar's mouth curled up slightly, and he didn't speak—if it wasn't for the system's voice prompting the increase in intimacy, I really thought you didn't care at all.

Lothar hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "Hannao, what do you think? Princess Sibilla is really interested in me?"

Banruo shook his head: "I can't see through people's hearts. This is not my field of expertise. Flynn may be able to do it."

Fulingira said in a strange tone: "The big fool still has eyesight, I can indeed feel the smell of this kind of slut who is in heat, I am very familiar with it."

Lothar showed a worried expression: "This princess is the central figure in the current chaotic situation in Jerusalem. It is best not to provoke her."

Princess Sibilla can only choose her husband from the royal party, the noble party and the queen mother's party.

Originally, Sibylla should have chosen Guy of Lusignan, who was launched by the Queen Mother Party, as her husband. After all, Sibylla was also a member of the Queen Mother Party.

Moreover, Guy of Lusignan, although he was only a Gallic knight without inheritance rights, was the younger brother of Amalric, the chief military minister of Jerusalem.

Lothar really couldn't understand why Sibilla wanted to provoke him?

Even if you want to win over the royal party, you should go to Belian.

I am just a pawn who has just joined the gang.

Seeming to see through Lothar's heart, Fringila said with a smile: "But love is coming, and nothing can stop it. You'd better be careful."

"I will."

Lothar nodded approvingly.

The royal party is in decline. Even with the support of the Ibelin family, if he wants to marry Sibylla, he will definitely face many difficulties in taking the position of regent.

Not to mention that he had no desire to marry Sibylla at all.

"Belian is a good choice, Hans, please make another trip and give this veil to Lord Belian, and ask him to pass it to Sibylah."

The Ibelin family is Lothar's most important political ally, and it would be good for him if he can seize this opportunity.

Hans looked helpless.

He glanced at the two legendary and epic bosses, and sighed secretly: "Master, you took me, you really want me to do rough work and run errands for you, right?"

The group returned to the manor.

Tonight, Lothar was very generous and treated all the citizens to a good meal.

Roasted whole lamb, wine, bread, fruit, vegetables, butter, unlimited supply.

During the long journey at sea, many leaders and folks have secretly developed feelings for each other. When they are drunk with alcohol, they dance to the beat.

Tver was a little depressed.

There are seven men and six women in all, and he happens to be the extra one, and no one likes him.

The bonfire reflected cheerful faces.

Lothar sat by the campfire, watching the scene with a smile on his face.

But in my heart I feel a little sad.

In the next battle, will these lively smiling faces turn into corpses lying in a pool of blood whose faces cannot be discerned?

He got up and stopped watching.

Ci does not command soldiers, and sometimes he feels that he is not suitable to be a commander at all.

He patted Tversk on the shoulder: "Train hard, there will be women sooner or later, and then I will officiate the wedding for you."

"My lord."

He was ridiculed by his brothers in the same village all day long, and his beloved girl dismissed him for his cowardice, which made him have accumulated too much depression.

At this moment, being comforted by Lothar, she immediately burst into tears.

"Don't cry, what do you look like."

Lothar's tone became more serious, and he said in a deep voice: "Stick to the path you want to take, whether it's farming or serving as a soldier, if you choose, don't regret it."

Tweer tried his best to sniff his nose, and said in a crying voice: "Master, I have made up my mind. I must take up arms in the future to defend your honor and dignity. I will not embarrass you again."

"I believe you."

Lothar stood up and walked up the small building.

Fringira sat on the treetop in the darkness, watching this scene silently with an inexplicable expression.

Banruo was still standing by the window, not knowing where he was looking, but occasionally he glanced over, and would always stop on Lothar's body for a while.

...

That night.

Various muffled gasps came from the manor.

Although it is midsummer, it has the breath of spring.

Fringira's charming laughter sounded in the room: "My lord, if you want."

"You can come to my side."

Lothar glanced at Prajna's cold eyes, covering his head in pain.

(End of this chapter)