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

Farewell Lord Godfrey.

It's getting late.

The four prepare to return to the manor.

In the sky, there are many 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 place closest to God.

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

"Prajna, are those your tribesmen?"

Fringilla pointed to a caravan with black hair and black eyes on the side of the road.

Prajna paid no attention to her at all.

She is from the ghost clan, how could she have any clansmen in the human world?

Lothar explained to Fringilla: "He is from Song, a merchant from the great empire in the east - equivalent to the Yanxia Empire in your world."

He watched the caravan carefully.

They were tall and round-waisted, with guards wearing tats and leather armor, servants wearing short-sleeved uniforms, and surrounded by several men wearing red silk attire.

They frowned, not knowing what they were talking about.

Lothar listened carefully for a while and found that the surrounding environment was noisy, and the Song people had strong accents, so it was difficult for him to distinguish what they were talking about.

The Mandarin of the Song Dynasty should be Kaifeng dialect, but it is also very different from the Kaifeng dialect of later generations. If you listen carefully, you should still be able to distinguish it.

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

"Forget it, let's go."

Lothar gently pinched the horse's belly, and the group passed by the Song caravan.

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

Perhaps he can rely on his understanding of the history of the Song Empire and his language advantage to gain the other party's trust more easily.

But at most, they can only obtain a channel to purchase slightly cheaper silk, and they cannot bring more benefits to Lothar.

For example, papermaking has been introduced a long time ago. If it is just improved, artificial hands may not be needed.

He knew printing by himself.

Compass, he knows the principle, and now he has no need to form a merchant fleet to open up a new continent.

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

Lothar at least knew that there were 1 nitrate, 2 sulfur, and 3 charcoal. Even though he knew this, it was meaningless because it was a ratio of molecular coefficients, not a weight ratio.

He did not belong to this era, and his appearance as a foreigner meant that he would not be able to return to the Song Dynasty and become a pillar of the Zhao family.

I just don’t know whether the Tatar cavalry, who are like God’s whip in history, will still come as promised.

According to the history of my own world, the Tatar cavalry's Western Expedition should have been decades later, right?

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

The attendant at the front of the team, carrying the heraldic flag of the Jerusalem Cross on a red background and holding an oval shield, loudly shouted at passers-by to get out of the way.

They surrounded a lady riding a white horse, wearing an Arab headscarf and covering her face with black veil, and ran forward.

"It's Princess Sibylla!"

On the road, knowledgeable people recognized this emblem one after another. Princess Sibylla was not only a princess, but also a baroness with a fiefdom.

The port of Jaffa that she passed through when she arrived was one of her territories.

It turns out that she is the sister of Baldwin IV!

It seemed that he had no presence in the hall before.

Lothar just came up with this idea.

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

With a sudden glance, he saw Princess Sibylla's beautiful features.

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

"Tsk, the technique is really deliberate."

Fringilla snorted softly: "Losa, 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 her hand to Hans who was standing aside: "Keep it safe for that lady and return it to her for me next time we meet."

"how do you feel?"

Fringilla had a smile on her face, but Lothar knew very well that her eyes showed strong dissatisfaction.

According to her temperament, she is probably already thinking about how to suck Princess Sibylla into a mummy, right?

Prajna's eyes were still as calm as water, she just glanced at him lightly, then continued to look straight ahead, riding her mount forward.

Lothar shook her head: "It's far from you and Prajna. It's really not that good. Moreover, she is a widow who has given birth to a child. It is impossible for me to have any thoughts about her."

It's actually quite beautiful.

It's just that he spent time with Fringilla and Prajna, and his vision was set too high.

Unless he was like the Queen of the Eastern Empire, Lagaia, who was both beautiful and able to marry the widow of an empire, it would be impossible for him to eat this soft meal.

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

But what if Baldwin IV didn’t die?

Lothar was convinced that if he could get a five- or six-star medical attendant, it would not be impossible to cure leprosy.

In fact, he also has a solution now.

Just let Fringilla give him a first hug.

It's just that Fringilla couldn't be willing. How far would this clean-loving little girl have to be PUA before she would be willing to condescend to suck the blood of a leper and then inject her own precious blood into her.

Lothar would not make such a request.

No matter how highly Baldwin IV valued him in the future, he would not be able to make such a decision.

Because this is the generosity to others that he most resents.

As if he was satisfied with Lothar's reaction, the beep for increased intimacy sounded again. However, as Lothar speculated, there was still a threshold left, and the intimacy level was still in the cold category.

Do I have to be in another life-and-death crisis?

I also want to play magic!

Lothar walked to the front of the team and looked back at Prajna.

The two looked at each other for a long time.

Prajna asked in a calm tone: "What's wrong?"

The corners of Lothar's mouth were slightly raised and she said nothing - if it weren't for the sound of the system prompting the intimacy level to increase, I would have thought you didn't care at all.

Lothar hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Prajna, what do you think? Princess Sibylla is really interested in me?"

Prajna shook his head: "I can't see through people's hearts. This is not my area of ​​expertise. Fulin may be able to do it."

Fringilla said angrily: "The big fool still has discernment. I can indeed feel the smell of this bitch in heat. I am all too 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 Sibylla 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, promoted by the Queen Mother's Party, as her husband. After all, Sibylla was also a member of the Queen Mother's Party.

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

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

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

He is just a pawn who has just joined the gang.

As if she had read Lothar's thoughts, Fringilla smiled and said, "But when love comes, nothing can stop it. You'd better be careful."

"I will."

Lothar nodded with deep understanding.

The royal party was in decline, and even with the support of the Ibelin family, he would have to face many difficulties if he wanted to marry Sibylla and take the position of regent.

Not to mention that he didn’t want to marry Sibylla at all.

"Balian is a good choice. Hans, could you please make another trip and give this veil to Lord Balian and ask him to pass it on to His Highness Sibylla."

The Ibelin family is Lothar's most important political ally. If he can seize this opportunity, it will be a good thing for him.

Hans looked helpless.

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

The group returned to the manor.

Tonight, Lothar showed a rare act of generosity and treated all the people in the territory to a good meal.

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

During the long sea journey, many of the leaders had secretly fallen in love, and when they were drunk, they started dancing to the beat.

Tver was a little depressed.

There were seven men and six women among the people, but he happened to be the extra one, and no one liked him.

The bonfire reflected cheerful faces.

Lothar sat by the campfire and watched this scene with a smile.

But I felt a little sad in my heart.

Will these vivid smiling faces turn into corpses lying in a pool of blood in the next battle, with their faces indistinguishable?

He stood up and stopped watching.

Ci is not in charge of troops. Sometimes he feels that he is not suitable to be a commander at all.

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

"My lord."

He had been ridiculed by his brothers in the same village all day long, and his beloved girl was dismissive of his cowardice, which made him suffer from too much pain.

At this time, Lothar comforted her and she burst into tears.

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

Lothar's tone became more serious and she 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."

Tver tried his best to sniff his nose and said with a cry: "Master, I have thought about it. I will definitely take up arms in the future to defend your honor and dignity. I will not embarrass you again."

"I trust you."

Lothar stood up and walked towards the small building.

Fringilla sat on the treetop in the darkness, watching this scene silently, with an incomprehensible expression.

Prajna was still standing by the window, looking where he didn't know. He only occasionally glanced over and always stopped at Lothar's body.

…

That night.

Various muffled gasps came from the manor.

It's obviously midsummer, but it smells like spring.

Fringilla's charming laughter sounded in the room: "Sir, if you want."

"You can come to my side."

Lothar glanced at Prajna's cold eyes and covered her head with a look of pain.