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

Count Leopold is a young man with short curly hair, a red beard, and pale skin. He looks to be no more than thirty years old.

Today he wore a purple-red blouse and a golden belt. The slaves followed him to the throne, holding the red cloak behind him.

He stood still in front of his seat and put his hand on the scabbard inlaid with gold and ivory around his waist, which made his whole person more noble and extraordinary.

Lothar sighed inwardly: Although they both have the title of earl, if Count Werner and Count Leopold stand together.

Even though his body was covered with treasures he had brought back from the Holy Land, he still looked like a rich country man.

In this era, China did not become more developed as we went west.

On the contrary, both the Eastern Empire and the Ayyubid Empire of Egypt were regarded as sacred lands.

The power of Count Leopold of Vienna, who controlled the land trade hub between Western Europe and the Eastern Empire, is evident.

The person who came to the stage right behind Count Leopold was not the Countess.

Instead, she was a mysterious woman wearing a shawl-style brown hood and a bright red luxurious dress, with only her white chin exposed.

Someone in the audience whispered: "This lady is said to be a witch consultant hired by the Earl. Some people say they have seen her in His Majesty the Emperor's palace."

Some people expressed dissatisfaction: "How can such a dissolute woman sit on a higher position than us?"

"Keep your voice down, this is a witch!"

"I heard that the emperor's most trusted palace count offended a witch and was cast into a mouse by the evil woman on the spot. In the end, it was the emperor who stepped forward and she turned the count back into a human."

My ears were filled with whispers.

Although they were grateful to Count Leopold for convening this event, people were still dissatisfied with his favoring the witches.

Prajna suddenly said: "Her breath is somewhat familiar."

"familiar?"

Lothar was shocked.

As if he felt something in his heart, after the woman on the stage took her seat, her eyes immediately glanced over.

Lothar quickly lowered his head and suddenly had a guess in his mind: "Are you talking about the giant python we saw last night?"

"Um."

Prajna nodded slightly: "She also recognized me, but she probably regarded me as a fellow witch. We just need to keep up with each other."

"Um."

Lothar nodded, but she still felt uncomfortable.

Fighting in front of a lioness that could kill you at any time, even though you know the lioness won't jump down and eat him, you still feel uncomfortable.

Count Leopold raised his hand and pressed it softly to signal everyone to be quiet.

Immediately, he made a false sign of the cross in front of him and recited devoutly: "Knights, nobles, and free people, praise the Heavenly Father!"

"Eternal life, Amen!"

People chanted it devoutly.

Leopold said solemnly: "Thank you brave warriors for being so kind to me and rushing here. The evil heresy from the east has threatened the safety of the Holy Land. As the knights of Heavenly Father, we must follow the example of our ancestors and rebuild our country." Hold high the crusader flag and launch an expedition to the east.”

"But I have no reason to go on an expedition for the time being. I only wish to support more warriors who are loyal to the Heavenly Father. In this competition, regardless of winning or losing, anyone who is willing to participate in the Eastern Expedition will receive one hundred dinars for travel expenses."

"Now, please knights, please show us your bravery. In addition to funding the Crusade, I also intend to select a personal knight. Not only will I give Vienna Forest Mountain as his fief, but I will also entrust him with other important tasks."

When the knights heard this, they immediately became excited. Not to mention that they were tempted, even some of the barons present were eager to give it a try.

Vienna Forest is a mountain town. Although it is far from comparable to the wealthy Vienna, it is still a town, equivalent to a hen that can lay golden eggs.

"Praise be to the Father, and to the great and generous His Highness Leopold."

Lothar secretly sighed: "What a generous move. The fiefdom of a city was taken out as soon as it was said to be taken out. It is estimated that only the Austrian border count who is still expanding his territory can do this."

"In the entire Germania Magna, apart from this one, even the emperor of the Hohenstaufen family can't possibly use a city as a prize for the knight's competition, right?"

One fight after another took place.

Each contestant draws lots and fights against the enemy. The winner is promoted to the next round, and the loser is eliminated directly.

Lothar watched in the stands for a while, and an idea came to his mind: That's it?

The level of these knights varies, but for now, Lothar has not felt that there is an opponent who can make him feel obvious pressure.

He was a little surprised. Am I too strong, or are these knights too weak?

The servant who resembled an announcer shouted: "The next battles are between Lothar von Habsburg of Allgäu and Abelardo Medici of Tuscany."

Medici?

Isn't this the illustrious family that later ruled Florence for hundreds of years?

Lothar's heart trembled, and she immediately stood up, asked Ryan to help her hold the equipment, and led the mount to prepare for the entrance.

Lothar entered the game significantly earlier.

After waiting for a long time, the opponent finally arrived.

Wearing a blouse with blue bottom and white iris, he rode on a tall horse and waved frequently to the audience in the stands, and there were warm cheers from around him.

Obviously, the name Abelardo has a lot of popularity.

On the contrary, Lothar seemed somewhat unknown.

"Habsburg, which family is this?"

"Aargau, that remote country in Switzerland?"

"Don't talk nonsense, that count is a powerful figure. His Majesty the Emperor is very fond of him and even invited him to serve as the commander-in-chief of the imperial army."

"What's the point? Just because he's great doesn't mean his son is great too, let alone the second son."

"Abelardo is a powerful knight named after the famous general Abelardo who once followed Charlemagne. He once swept all the competitive competitions in Lombardy. If he hadn't been bohemian by nature, he would have become a prince under some prince. I surrender."

Hearing the buzzing discussion, Prajna frowned a little: "It's too early for you guys to make a decision. If you judge victory or defeat based on reputation, let's just give up as soon as Abelardo comes on the stage."

"Hey, what do you know about women?"

Some people said disdainfully.

"For knights, reputation means strength."

He looked at Prajna with disdain.

The expression on her face suddenly froze. Even though she was wearing a veil, just by looking at Prajna's exposed eyebrows, she could tell that she was definitely a peerless beauty.

He immediately changed his tune and said, "Miss, what you said actually makes sense."

"I am the knight Melgen from Lorraine. Miss, are you interested in the knight competition? Do you want me to explain it to you in detail?"

Panda refused brittlely and said: "No need."

Melgen still wanted to pester: "Miss, I am also a very powerful knight. I once won second place in the knight competition held by the Duke of Lower Lorraine."

Prajna frowned, pinched the hand on the railing with slight force, and then released it, leaving a deep dent on it, and even the fingerprints were clearly visible.

Melgen's face suddenly turned pale.

He had seen people who could break and crush such a thick wooden railing, but he never imagined that there could be someone in this world who could leave four clearly visible finger prints on it.

"Sorry to bother you, ma'am, please forgive my presumption."

Prajna waved his hand and chased him away like a fly.

Abelardo's expression was not arrogant, but his eyes were extremely aggressive.

He looked at Lothar up and down, as if a vicious wolf was targeting its prey.

"Your armor was made by a great craftsman in Milan, right? I don't know your coat of arms, but I know that the armor made by this craftsman is very sophisticated."

"But it's a pity that it and your horse will belong to me."

Abelardo's silver-gray eyes were full of coldness and disdain. He had won the title of Champion Knight in knight competitions many times.

It was obvious that he did not pay attention to unknown newcomers like Lothar.

"I wish your skills were as tough as your mouth."

The corners of Lothar's mouth were slightly raised, showing a sarcastic smile - he knew that the other party was a proud person, and using such a tone and attitude would most irritate the other party.

And when you are angry, you lose your mind.

But the eyes of the knight opposite were still full of calmness and coldness.

The two emotions were perfectly blended together, not affected by Lothar at all. He was both confident and cautious - this is a very powerful opponent!

He took the lance and shield from the attendant, put on the helmet, and said: "Start quickly. I defeated you earlier. I will also dedicate this insignificant honor to a lady who is watching the ceremony."

After saying that, he pulled down his mask.

Lothar put on his barrel helmet, raised his lance and kite-shaped shield, told Ryan to prepare a replacement lance, then urged his horse to trot forward.

Abelardo took the lead in speeding up his horse and launched a charge.

He used his shield to protect the weak points of his armor, and the lance in his hand shook slightly from side to side. During the charge, he was still keenly observing Lothar's weaknesses.

Click——

Accompanied by a burst of shattering sounds.

The two lances pierced the opponent's shield at the same time.

Lothar felt a huge force coming, and his whole body was knocked over.

The other party also felt uncomfortable, as they both fell down at the same time.

But losing the horse does not mean the battle is over.

Abelardo immediately wanted to turn over and get on his horse again, but Lothar was the exact opposite. He drew out the armed sword from his waist and rushed towards Abelardo.

In terms of riding skills, he was no match for the opponent.

But in terms of strength, he is better than the other party.

Facing this kind of enemy, it is necessary to make use of strengths and avoid weaknesses.

Tsk-

Lothar's armed sword made a cut on the opponent's blouse, and then got stuck in the armor's ring, preventing him from going any further.

In film and television works, armor is often as fragile as tissue paper.

But if they really fight, they will realize that a knight wearing a fine armor is simply an indestructible heavy tank.

Abelardo had no choice but to give up his plan to mount his horse again, and drew out his half-hand sword to challenge Lothar.

The two were entangled for more than ten rounds, with sparks flying from the sword's blade, but they were matched and neither could do anything to the other.

Leopold became excited and ordered his attendants to separate the two of them, saying: "The performance of both of you is outstanding. There is no need to decide the winner at this time, just advance to the next decisive battle." , let’s compete again.”

The two had no choice but to give up and retreat outside the venue.

Lothar took off the bucket helmet and chainmail hood he was wearing and let out a sigh of relief. Ryan immediately handed him a clay pot filled with water for him to drink.

Model said respectfully: "Sir, this Knight Abelardo is very powerful. You are still young, so it is best not to fight with him head-on."

Lothar nodded.

"Don't worry, I know what I know. If I can't beat you, I will surrender decisively."

Model and Ryan's whole body's honor and disgrace depended on him, so they naturally didn't want him to fight their opponents on the fighting field.

He walked up to Prajna and asked in a low voice: "Is it too boring?"

Prajna nodded slightly and said: "There are indeed some."

Watching the knight competition with Prajna's strength is like watching ants fight.

"Wait me a moment."

Under her puzzled gaze, Lothar walked straight to a long table not far away filled with a variety of food, and returned leisurely after a moment.

Prajna suddenly felt something being stuffed in his hand. He looked down and saw a handful of hazelnuts.

Lothar explained: "Eat some to relieve your boredom."

Prajna, strictly speaking, does not belong to human beings.

But she can also eat human food, it just doesn't matter if she eats more or less.

She does not need to replenish energy through the more primitive method of eating.

Prajna did not refuse. He peeled off a hazelnut kernel and stuffed it into his mouth. He nodded slightly: "Not bad. You can go and rest. There will be other opponents next. You need to maintain good physical strength."

"good."

Lothar nodded.