In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

Chapter 27 Story

In a blink of an eye, it was already the next morning.

Life at sea is so boring and the space for activities is so small.

The weather is hot and humid.

This made Lothar more willing to stay next to Prajna.

The cold air emanating from her body was like a small air conditioner.

Fringilla doesn't have this ability.

Although her body temperature is also ice-cold, you have to be close to feel the coldness.

Their intimacy has not reached this stage yet.

However, even if he no longer wanted to go out, Lothar still had to perform the social activities that a knight should have.

For example, he asked two attendants to train the male subjects; he also ordered the female subjects to sew blouses with his coat of arms for their male compatriots in the same village.

Monitor whether the crew is taking good care of their horses and whether the horses are showing signs of seasickness or illness.

Hans could handle most things on his own.

But Lothar couldn't just become a hands-off shopkeeper. He had to maintain his prestige.

Only the weapon and the name cannot be passed on to others.

When we boarded the deck, there was a layer of mist on the sea.

The crew worked hard on sailing and steering the ship.

The priest held the wooden cross and was still preaching to the passengers.

Lothar stood aside and listened silently, crossing herself "devoutly" and praying seriously.

After he finished his sermon, Lothar stepped forward to chat: "Where are we, Father Beckett?"

"Having passed the Ionian Gulf, we are completely out of the Adriatic."

Father Beckett paused slightly and pointed to the blurry coast: "On a clear day, we should be able to see the lighthouse of Morea at this time. It is the land of the Eastern Empire and has customs and customs that are completely different from your hometown. "

"Eastern Empire."

Lothar couldn't help but be fascinated.

"One day, after the war in the Holy Land comes to an end, I must go to Constantinople to see the beauty of this city of seven hills, the 'Queen of Ten Thousand Cities' (Vasileousa Polis)."

Beckett teased: "Then you have to be careful. A knight as brave and good at fighting as you will definitely be enthusiastically pursued by the noble ladies of the empire."

Lothar joked: "If it were Queen Lagaia, then I might really be tempted."

"Who isn't?"

Beckett sighed: "After all, that woman is the most beautiful and powerful woman in the world. If you marry Princess Sibylla, you can become the crown prince of Jerusalem. Then if you marry Queen Lagaia, you will become the crown prince of Jerusalem." Emperor of the Eastern Empire.”

The gold content of the two is not at the same level at all.

Lothar smiled and didn't answer any more.

He is not a person who likes fantasy. The unattainable dream of becoming the emperor of the Eastern Empire is just a talk.

"Knight Lothar, do you know? When I was preaching just now, the crew members were reminding me to be careful of the Kraken today."

"Usually, we need to be wary of Norman, Moorish and Berber pirates, but now we have to be wary of sirens that few people have seen at all."

The priest's tone was somewhat mocking.

He has traveled between the Apennine Peninsula and the Holy Land eight times if not ten times, and has never really seen any sirens.

In his opinion, the Kraken is just a legend made up by bored sailors.

Suddenly someone said: "Father, not many people have seen it, because everyone who has seen it is dead."

The one who spoke was the captain of the ship.

A middle-aged man with a face full of vicissitudes of life.

"Just like you certainly don't know what a miserable life Christians who were sold to African chiefdoms actually lived."

"You also have no way of knowing what happened to the crew members who had witnessed the Kraken."

“But just because you don’t know, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.”

The captain warned in a solemn tone: "It is said that the sea monster has a habit of appearing in the sunless weather, arousing people's desires with its singing, and then tearing the deceived into pieces and swallowing them bit by bit."

"If you hear strange noises, be sure to cover your ears!"

His tone was serious, and he left a little nervously after speaking.

The two were left looking at each other.

Lothar said deeply: "I think what he said makes sense. Just because I haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. I once killed a werewolf at the Knights Competition in Lienz."

"This at least proves that the creatures in folklore do not exist."

"But the sea monster is a legend in pagan mythology."

Lothar didn't speak, but looked at him deeply.

Father Beckett hesitated to speak. After a long while, he said: "I understand what you mean. I will inform the passengers on this ship of the captain's instructions."

Priests who have spent time in the Holy Land will be more flexible in many aspects.

After all, even in Jerusalem, Zoroastrian caravans were welcome.

In the evening, the fog became thicker and thicker.

The whole world seemed to be darkened by this.

Fringilla stood on the deck, stretching her graceful curves wantonly. At this time, most people were asleep, so she didn't have to worry about being too conspicuous.

She lay lazily on the side of the ship: "Lord, this life is really boring."

"I spent the whole day facing the wall with that woman in Prajna today, and I feel like my vampire life has become a lot darker."

Lothar glanced at her and said helplessly: "It may be a little boring, but it won't be more boring than when you were sleeping in the coffin."

"Is it the same when you were sleeping as it is now?"

"When you fall asleep, you don't know anything, so you won't feel bored."

Fringilla held Lothar's arm, her watery eyes full of expectation: "Please, let me find a random man and suck him off, I will throw his body into the sea, fish I'll clean up all the traces later and no one will know I did it."

"no."

Lothar frowned: "Fringilla, you have to be clear, I am a human being, and the person you want to suck blood is also a human being, so don't say such things so lightly - and, I warned you, without my permission , can’t attack anyone.”

Fringilla hummed: "Aren't I just asking for your consent?"

Lothar said seriously: "My answer is already clear."

"Also, it is said that in this sea area, there will be sea monsters attacking passing ships. The sea monsters are a group of monsters that live in the deep sea. They hate light, so the weather tonight is perfect for their activities. You'd better be careful."

"Tch, they're just some sea monsters. Those sluts who like to mate with humans, do they have any powerful skills worth mentioning?"

Fringilla was a little disdainful.

If the Siren is a monster on the level of campus ghost stories, then the vampire is at least two levels higher and belongs to urban legend.

"It's better not to take it lightly. Fringilla, your strength has not yet recovered, and you have been severely suppressed. Compared with the extraordinary creatures in this world, you may not be much stronger."

Rosaxu advised: "Arrogance is the first of the seven sins. I have told you many times that this world is not much simpler than your world. I don't hope that one day you will die because of arrogance."

"Oh, I understand. Why are you so annoying like a chattering, rigid old antique?"

Fringilla looked impatient.

and, tips for increased intimacy.

This tough-talking kid.

A smile appeared on Lothar's face: "Don't be so impatient. I'll go back to the cabin later and I'll tell you and Prajna a story."

"All right."

Fringilla showed a reluctant expression.

In fact, she was looking forward to it.

Lothar, who has been deeply influenced by Internet literature, has too many interesting stories in his head.

"Still telling the story about the monkey?"

"Aren't you willing to listen?"

"Hmm - you might as well listen."