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

"This is my new retinue. Say hello to everyone, Mallus!"

Lothar walked out of the main building of the manor and said to everyone.

Immediately afterwards, it seemed as if a dark cloud was covering the head.

The burly body, which looked like Mars, the god of war in ancient Greek mythology, immediately occupied everyone's attention with an extremely oppressive feeling.

Heavenly Father!

Ryan and Model swallowed subconsciously.

This two-meter-tall, terrifying giant-like man had muscles as hard as granite.

If he were wearing heavy armor, they couldn't imagine anyone being able to withstand him on the battlefield.

Ryan exclaimed: "If he is a knight, I can't imagine what kind of majestic horse can carry such a majestic body like him."

Model said concisely: "He should be in the Varangian Guards of the Eastern Empire!"

The Varangian Guards of the Eastern Empire are the most elite infantry in the world.

"Oh, although Mallus is a little stronger, he is actually a blacksmith - a top-notch blacksmith who doesn't go to the battlefield."

Although Mallus has high basic attributes, his physical strength is only twice that of an ordinary person. Lothar is not willing to let such a valuable technical talent go to the battlefield.

Although it is conceivable that if Mallus appears on the battlefield, he will definitely be a god of war who is no less evil than the ancient ones.

Hans looked at Mallus's face and suddenly realized something. He stuttered and said, "Are you the great craftsman of the Bo Li Federation?"

Mallus lowered his head slightly and looked at the familiar black cross on a white background, with a rare hint of disgust in his expression: "I unexpectedly met a kid from the Knights here."

Ryan and Model looked at each other in confusion. They didn't know what the "Poly Federation" in Hans's mouth and the "Knights" in Mallus's mouth were.

But there is obviously a grudge between the forces these two people belong to.

"Malus."

There was a hint of warning in Lothar's voice.

"Remember, this is Jerusalem, and the lord you serve is me, not the Federation or the Knights."

Prajna calmly took a step forward, and his looming aura immediately dissipated the sense of oppression brought by Malus to everyone.

She didn't know Malus. In the final analysis, he was just a mortal craftsman, and he couldn't forge a divine weapon like her ghost-faced shield.

Fringilla, who was about to stand up, calmly stopped and muttered in a low voice: "The silly big man's reaction is quite fast."

Mallus was silent for a moment and bowed deeply: "My lord, everything is subject to your will."

"Okay, I'll take you to see the blacksmith shop in the manor. If there is anything that needs to be purchased, make a list as soon as possible. We have to rush to the territory tomorrow morning at the latest."

Ryan muttered in a low voice: "Why do you feel that every once in a while, adults can pull out one or two powerful talents from nowhere?"

"Is it possible that your lord is not actually the son of a count, but the illegitimate son of Emperor Hohenstaufen?"

"Shut up, don't criticize the Lord at will."

Although Model said this, he actually had some worries in his heart. If he didn't have a strong background, how could a mere landless knight win the favor of two witches in a row?

"Anyway, this must be a good thing!"

“Everything is the will of the Father!”

Model crossed himself devoutly.

"Yes, the Father's will!"

Ryan strongly agrees with the statement that "the pope wants to punch someone after hearing this."

Duels of knights were not uncommon in Jerusalem.

There are too many knights gathered in this city. The landless knights on the European continent always come with the dream of making a fortune in the Holy Land.

But when this duel is related to the noble Princess Sibylla of Jerusalem, people will inevitably pay more attention.

In the afternoon, the arena was crowded with people who came to watch the excitement.

Wandering knights, pilgrims who had not yet joined the Crusades, nobles, and monks crowded the streets.

The guards shouted angrily at the untouchables blocking the road, and used their halberds to try to create a gap for their lord.

Balian licked his chapped lips. Under the barrel helmet, his expression was a little nervous. He arrived earlier than Guy in Lusignan.

He drank that bottle of dragon blood potion!

At this time, he felt that his body was filled with terrifying power.

But at the same time he was a little frightened.

He wondered whether it would be a blasphemous act to use such a power, which was obviously not a gift from the Father, to perform a sacred duel.

At this time, someone let out bursts of exclamations.

"Oh my god, is this a giant from Rhode Island?"

"Whose command is this army that is so elite?"

From the stands of the competition arena, the nobles and ladies who had already taken their seats stood up one after another, showing expressions of incredible surprise.

I saw an extremely majestic giant man, with an attitude of overlooking the surroundings, forcibly opening a path among the crowd.

Behind him, a row of sergeants wearing uniforms were standing in a neat queue, marching forward in unison.

They all wore white robes with a red standing lion emblem, and their movements were uniform. At a glance, they felt a fierce aura coming towards them.

The knight, whose horse was covered in black leather armor, walked at the end of the team.

"Is it Lothar of the Habsburg family?"

"He returned to the Holy City?"

"I heard that His Majesty actually promoted him to Baron?"

"Where is the fiefdom? How could His Majesty bypass the Parliament and decide such a big matter so easily?"

"It is said to be the private domain of the royal family, the remote Yogurtsburg."

People were talking a lot, as if Balian, who was originally at the center of the storm, was replaced by the rising star of the kingdom, Baron Lothar.

At this time, wearing a blue robe, the regent of Jerusalem, Count Raymond, slowly walked up from the stands.

Following closely behind him was Leonard, the Earl of Jordan. This tall, thin man with red hair had gone through rigorous grooming today and looked quite handsome and tall.

Baron Godfrey also slowly entered the stage at this time.

He saw Lothar's team in the crowd at a glance.

The team was so intimidating that they were clearly separated from the people around them.

He waved and motioned for Lothar to come forward.

Lothar took Prajna, Fringilla and Hans on the stage together.

Originally, he wanted to leave Prajna and Fringilla at home.

But the former said that in order to protect his safety, they must stay together. The latter, Fulin, also liked to join in the fun. After hearing this, she even insisted on going together.

Baron Godfrey joked: "It's quite impressive. This army has really only been training for half a month?"

Seeing his relaxed expression, Lothar was a little confused, but he still nodded and said: "It is true that he has only trained for half a month. At present, he can only be said to have begun to show his combat strength, which is incomparable with the veterans."

"You are quite the limelight. Didn't you see the change in the expressions of Raymond and Leonard?"

Lothar nodded slightly: "It's time for me to stand up and share the pressure with you."

Today is the time for Lothar to officially announce his arrival on the political stage of the kingdom.

At this time, Guy of Lusignan also arrived.

This young Gallic knight, full of arrogance, walked slowly with a sword in his hand.

"The sacred duel is a right given to nobles by the Father. Everyone must abide by this law. But Balian, you did not pick up the gloves thrown by Guy de Lusignan that day, so you refused to duel. , and depute your attendants and subordinates in lieu of the authority to perform the contract.”

William, the cassock-clad Prime Minister of the Kingdom and Archbishop of Tire, put one hand on his sword and announced loudly in a measured tone.

Balian shook his head and said: "Your Majesty Bishop, I am willing to fulfill the agreement of the duel. I cannot give up my pursuit of Ms. Sibylla, regardless of whether she has a distinguished title or not."

"Me too, Lord Bishop."

Guy of Lusignan looked amused.

He raised his head, looked at Princess Sibylla who was wearing a veil, and didn't know who she was looking at between the two of them, and shouted: "Let the Heavenly Father decide which of us has such an honor."