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

There were footsteps behind me.

Otto, his brother came to him and smiled: "I knew you were here. When you are upset, you always like to come here to breathe."

“This is a really nice place, with a wide view and refreshing views.”

Lothar frowned: "What do you want from me?"

Otto smiled gently: "Brother, I just feel that you are a little nervous."

"You're overthinking. I have nothing to be nervous about."

Lothar said somewhat insincerely.

He had never slaughtered a chicken with his own hands in his previous life. Now he was going to a faraway place, holding a gun and sword to fight the enemy. How could he not be nervous?

"Losa, the Crusade is a sacred cause. The Holy City is surrounded by wolves and is at stake. We are fighting for God. This is our mission."

Otto paused slightly, feeling a little sad: "If the emperor had not been excommunicated by His Majesty the Pope, we in Germania Magna would have already started mobilizing."

Lothar sighed softly.

"Otto, do you really think the Crusaders are so holy? A group of people traveled thousands of miles to burn, kill and loot other people's homes. Can they really be considered justice?"

Otto frowned and said without hesitation: "His Majesty the Pope said that killing heretics is not murder. We are saving them from falling into the arms of the devil."

"Ah."

Lothar smiled and remembered that in his previous life, during the Fourth Crusade, this group of bandits from the West not only targeted their brothers from the same clan, but even attacked Constantinople and burned and killed them. A lot of looting was done.

You know, the Orthodox Church believed in in the Eastern Empire and the Catholic Church are both Christian brothers.

"You're right, I think too much."

Lothar turned and left, not interested in arguing with people of this era. He was afraid that if he said too much, Otto would regard him as a blasphemer.

In a blink of an eye, the day came for Lothar to set off.

He took two carefully selected attendants, packed up a full set of equipment, and led his Nisaan war horse to the gate of the castle.

One of the two attendants is a crossbowman named Ryan, and the other is a shield infantryman named Model. They are both standing sergeants of the "Eagle Fort". After years of training, they have outstanding combat skills.

The packhorses they led were needed to carry equipment and baggage.

The two of them are not "attendants" in the strict sense.

As a reserve noble, a knight's squire can be regarded as a first-class squire in the countryside.

Some poor knights will use this to make money and accept the children of the civil class as servants in exchange for wealth, while the civil class will use this to achieve class crossing.

But after all, Lothar has just become a knight. If he really wants two knight attendants, it will be difficult to select suitable candidates in a short time, and the practicality is not high.

After all, the knight's squire is a light cavalry who has to follow the knight to charge. If he wants to ride a serious war horse, he will need to carry more supplies.

Moreover, in narrow mountainous areas, facing possible robbers, two real knight attendants will obviously not be more effective than two sergeants.

Before leaving.

With a serious look on his face, Count Werner handed over a letter sealed with wax and stamped with his personal seal: "Losa, I once followed His Majesty Baldwin in the Battle of Mongissa, bathing in the glory of the great cross. Charged against the Egyptians. We reaped the fruits of victory, smiting pagans many times our number."

"To this day, I often go back to that day in my sleep."

"You have to remember that His Majesty Baldwin is a born king. He deserves your bravery to serve him, and it will definitely be worth every penny."

"Take my letter and bring my greetings to His Majesty, saying that Werner from Swabia pays the highest respects to the lord he once served."

Lothar took the envelope and nodded slightly: "I will, father."

Baldwin is Baldwin IV, King of Jerusalem.

In the world of Lothar's previous life, some people thought he was a genius, while others thought he was weak and mediocre. The so-called Battle of Mongissa was just a lie made up by his personal knights.

But in this life, Baldwin IV did indeed have extraordinary military talents and charisma. After all, not even Emperor Henry was so praised by Count Werner.

After saying goodbye to Count Werner, Lothar took two attendants, Ryan and Model, and walked on the mountain path.

As soon as they walked not far away, they heard the sound of horse hooves behind them.

Otto rode a war horse and caught up from behind, looking down at Lothar.

"Is there a problem?"

Lothar raised her eyebrows.

Otto was silent for a moment and threw a cloth bag to Lothar.

Lothar took it in his hand and shook it. A clear and sweet sound suddenly came from the heavy purse.

"Where did you get so much money?"

Otto said in a muffled voice: "I stole my father's two favorite silver wine glasses. The rest are the savings I have saved over the years."

Lothar said with some humor: "Oh, Otto, you are not afraid that I will come back alive and compete with you for the right to inherit."

Otto jumped off his horse and came to Lothar.

He patted Lothar on the shoulder, hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand to grab Lothar's short hair: "If the time comes, we can each do it according to our abilities."

"Honestly, I really hope you come back safe."

Lothar was silent for a moment and smiled: "I will be back."

"But it's not to compete with you for the inheritance rights of a small earldom."

"When the time comes, I will accept your tribute with a title more noble than Count Argau."

Otto also laughed, and his laughter was hearty and hearty: "I will definitely do it, Lothar. I believe you can do great things, and Habsburg will be proud of you."

Lothar nodded.

The smile on his face gradually faded, and he turned over and jumped onto the horse's back, no longer lingering.

"gone."

He whispered something in a low voice, and without looking at Otto's expression or waiting for the two horse attendants behind him, he drove his mount and started galloping on the mountain road.

From today on, he is a wandering knight.

But unlike most wandering knights who are paupers, he has a very good knight's armor, a half-sword, an armed sword, a lance, a war horse, two pack horses and two fully armed men. Attendant.

Such a force would be welcomed no matter which lord it served under.

Behind him, Otto made the sign of the cross in front of him and murmured softly: "May Heavenly Father grant my brother Lothar good luck. May he be invincible on the battlefield and be immune to sharp blades and sharp arrows."

at dusk.

Lothar and his party came to rest in a small town at the foot of the mountain. This place still belongs to the territory of the Count of Allgäu, and it is also the territory directly under the jurisdiction of Count Werner and has not been entrusted to others.

In the small town, in the Habsburg family's manor, Lothar couldn't wait to come to a closed room, opened the system, and chose to summon his chief servant "Prajna".

The room suddenly shone with golden light.

Dazzling, noble.

Majestic and cold.

It's as if a god has descended into the world to save the world.

After a long time, the light dissipated.

A tall woman wearing an era-defining black motorcycle suit and holding a black triangular shield looked directly into Lothar's eyes.

In the system, the woman's information slowly emerged.

Prajna:

Quality: legendary

Grade 1

Intimacy: Cold

Strength: 18

Agility: 12

Physical strength: 30

Stamina: 30

Mental strength: 15

Talent: Solid Stone (After turning on, Prajna will be immune to all physical damage for the next three seconds.)

Encouragement (after turning it on, with Prajna as the center of the circle, within a radius of 300 meters, all friends will gain an increase in stamina of +10)

Skill: Fierce Fighting (Prajna drinks blood and death, after killing ten enemies in a row, he will gain a 50% bonus to all attributes in the next minute)

Thorns (needs to be elite to unlock)

Ghost Gate (needs to be elite to unlock)

The black-haired woman is really tall, even compared to Lothar, who is 1.8 meters tall.

She looked straight into Lothar's eyes and asked with a distant look: "Are you my Master?"

It seemed that the chief retinue did not mean any respect.

The expression on Lothar's face was a little awkward. Naturally, this intimacy system was created by him.

In the game, increasing intimacy can not only unlock more voices, but also enable followers to gain a percentage combat power bonus, unlocking bond talents shared by players and followers.

But in reality

This woman named Prajna, holding a large triangular ghost-faced shield, plays the role of the gatekeeper of hell in the background setting. Will she really surrender to an ordinary new knight like herself?

Although she has not been cultivated with a large amount of materials, she is far from the invincible power in the background story, and she has not unlocked any high-level skills.

But even so, she could defeat herself, a well-trained knight, with just one hand.

Lothar said calmly: "Yes, madam, I summoned you."

Fortunately, Prajna just frowned slightly and bowed his head to show his allegiance: "Then from today on, I will fight for you, Your Excellency."

Lothar secretly breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Prajna, where are you from?"

Prajna frowned: "Your Excellency, as the guard of Guimen Pass, of course I came from Guimen Pass."

Is it based on the background story?

Lothar frowned slightly, "Ms. Prajna, you don't seem to like me very much."

Prajna stared at Lothar, with no emotions such as sadness or joy in his eyes. He just said: "Your Excellency, whether I like you or not, I will use my shield to resist all the open and secret arrows fired at you, because I am It is only natural that I exist for you and serve you.”

"That's enough."

Lothar pulled out the knight's sword in his hand and put it on the opponent's shoulder: "I accept your allegiance, Ms. Prajna, and... I will prove to you in the future that I am a qualified lord and worthy of your sacrifice. Allegiance.”