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

When Prince Jandal saw the group of cavalry coming straight towards them on the way out of the city, with armor in full gear and spears in hand, he knew that he had been exposed.

The Ghazi warriors under him put their hands in their arms. There was the blood of beasts refined by their shamans. As long as they drank it, they could explode with terrifying power several times greater than usual.

Of course, the price is also extremely heavy.

The duration of the beast's blood is limited, and after the outbreak, everyone will fall into a long state of weakness.

The cavalrymen with feathers on their backs and lances in their hands blocked their way.

Behind them, there are heavy infantrymen holding two-handed axes and wearing countless layers of black chain armor. At a glance, they are intimidating heavy infantry.

These cunning Franks actually set up a trap with no way to escape!

Lothar raised his lance high and pointed to the opposite side: "Let's capture you without any effort, Turks. As early as that night, I knew that something was wrong with you, but I didn't expect that you actually dared to take action."

Keng——

The sword is unsheathed.

The dozen or so Ghazi warriors who were guarding Prince Jandar nervously took a defensive posture.

But they knew very well that even if they drank the blood of beasts, they would definitely die today.

It was impossible for them to defeat a cavalry force on this uncovered street and then fight a bloody path out of the city for their master.

Moreover, Lothar specially selected a deserted street to block them, which made the Turks' possibility of inciting chaos and taking advantage of the opportunity to escape in vain.

Prince Jendal suddenly shouted: "We can talk!"

He spoke very fast, as if he was afraid that Lothar would issue an attack order at the next moment: "The werewolf's body has been cut into pieces by us, because we want its body to make a potion - for you Franks. I mean, it has lost its value, and even if you take it back, it can no longer be used as a sacred object."

Lothar sneered: "So?"

Jandar said loudly: "We are willing to pay for all the gold and silver treasures we have, as well as the horses and pack animals we keep at our residence!"

Lothar snorted coldly: "Confused! If I kill you, these will all be mine."

Jandar was slightly startled, and then shouted: "But you have to know that we are from a Turkic tribe that still adheres to ancient traditions. Our shamans have mysterious and extraordinary powers. This is why we seek werewolf corpses. The reason is, I swear to Changshengtian, if we try our best, at least half of you will die!"

"So, it would be better for you and us to let us go."

Lothar looked at Fringilla.

The latter immediately whispered: "There is indeed a strange aura, but with me and the stupid guy here, if we really fight, we won't lose many people."

How many people are "not many people can be lost"?

Lothar weighed it for a moment and said, "If you had requested a transaction at the beginning, maybe I would have agreed."

"However, you chose to steal shamefully and only requested a transaction after being discovered. If I agree to this, where will the laws of Jerusalem be? How should I explain it to a powerful cleric like Archbishop William? ?”

Prince Jandal said nervously: "What do you want? To put it bluntly, we have paid all the price we can. If we can't reach an agreement - the people of Changshengtian will never be afraid of death!"

Lothar said bluntly: "More money has to be added."

Prince Jandal said angrily: "But we have decided to hand over all our wealth to you. Do you still want us to sell ourselves into slaves and work for you?"

"I tell you, this is impossible. The people of Changshengtian are free-flying eagles, and they will never humiliate themselves to serve for a heathen like you!"

Lothar thought for a moment and said with some reluctance: "Add something more, such as the magic potion formula, or the mystical knowledge mastered by your shaman?"

Prince Jandar bluntly refused: "No, it's impossible. This is something that only the shamans in the clan know. We can't possibly leak it to you."

It seems that there is really no room to extract more oil and water.

Lothar hesitated for a moment and then said: "Okay, I swear in the name of Heavenly Father that as long as you put down your weapons and hand over all your belongings, you will be allowed to leave Jerusalem."

Prince Jandar breathed a long sigh of relief: "Put down your weapons. I have heard of this Lothar. He is a pious man. The oaths of such people are trustworthy."

"puff--"

Lothar followed the sound and stared at it, only to find that it was Fringilla.

She coughed slightly and covered it up: "I choked on my own saliva."

Lothar sent troops to escort them back to the hotel where they were staying, and took out the leather, gold and silver coins, gems, valuable clothing, etc. they had brought with them. According to rough statistics, it should be worth five hundred Surides, which is considered Worth a fortune.

Lothar also left them some coins, which was barely enough for their food and accommodation expenses in the past few days.

As for what would happen to Archbishop William as a result, he didn't care.

Anyway, he won.

A werewolf corpse was exchanged for reputation, money, and face.

Only Archbishop William's wounded world is reached!

Before leaving, Prince Jendal asked with some doubts: "By the way, I have a question for you, what is 'Tifa'? I mean, what's the 'Santi area' you set up for the church guard?" What does the password without Tifa mean?"

There was a rare strange look on Lothar's face. He considered it for a moment and blurted out: "It's an ancient Norse language, intended to emphasize the importance of Jerusalem to Christians."

"I see."

Prince Jandal showed a look of surprise and said: "Farewell then, Baron Lothar. You are a greedy person, but you are also a very honest person. I am willing to deal with Franks like you. One day, maybe we can still We'll meet again, hopefully we're not enemies then."

"Oh, if you want to be an enemy, I hope you still have enough money with you at that time."

Lothar and his party watched the Turks leave.

Fulin said with some confusion: "If we don't take action, they will really run away!"

Lothar shook his head: "We have been drained of all the oil and water. We can only leave on foot without seeing them? Killing them all, what good will it do to us?"

These Turks are just thieves, not vicious murderers. A "fine" is enough.

When returning to the city.

A cavalryman covered in yellow dust galloped through the streets. As he galloped, he shouted: "Saladin is coming. His army is coming from the east and is about to approach the city of Kaleborg."

Lothar was slightly startled.

This day has finally come.

He turned over and jumped on the horse, speaking very fast:

"Hans, you go back to the Knights first and order all members of the team, whether they are sergeants, fief knights or hired knights, to return to their respective posts and camps immediately, and be ready to leave Jerusalem to fight at any time.

Fulin and Prajna, follow me to the main hall. Leonard's letter for help must have been delivered to the emperor. The most important thing right now is to fight for a more favorable position in the army. "

The commander of the original army must be selected from the members of the Queen Mother's Party. After all, there were too many nobles waving flags and shouting behind them.

If the commander-in-chief was someone else, they would not be able to accept it.

But you must know that the key figure in the Queen Mother's Party, Count Leonard of Kalleburg, is now under siege by the enemy, and it is impossible for him to hold the position of commander-in-chief no matter what.

It would undoubtedly be most beneficial to him if he could elect the most prestigious Baron Godfrey, who was currently staying in the city, as the commander-in-chief of the army.

In the memory of Lothar's previous life, the one fighting Saladin was King Guy, who had married Sibylla and sat on the throne of the Kingdom of Jerusalem.

His stupidity and eagerness to prove himself and overwhelm many resistance forces led to the "Battle of Hattin" and the loss of almost the entire main force in Jerusalem.

This shows how terrifying a stupid commander can be to the destructive power of an army.

Although Baron Godfrey may not have the ability to be a commander, at least he can listen to Lothar's advice, and he can choose the tasks he is assigned.