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

"Please give me more advice."

Prajna nodded slightly, his expression still calm. Although he was not respectful, he did not appear rude.

Keng——

A black triangular shield made of an unknown material was propped on the ground.

Prajna raised his head, his brown eyes showing a hint of exploration, as if he wanted to ask him what his next instructions were.

Lothar looked away, feeling somewhat guilty for no reason.

He had just carefully looked at Prajna's appearance. Compared with the portrait, there had been some corrections, but she was still worthy of being the wife of a paper man. Her skin was as smooth as cream, without even the slightest flaw.

Lothar likes this. It is human nature to pursue perfection.

He has never liked freckles, and he does not agree with the so-called freckle aesthetic promoted by the West.

"You have to change your clothes first, this outfit is still too eye-catching."

The black motorcycle suit doesn't sound as revealing as the short skirt and hot pants.

But what she wore was a tight-fitting leather outfit specially modified by Lothar. It perfectly outlined Prajna's perfect figure, and the visual impact it brought to people was still too great.

Coupled with Prajna's perfect appearance, it will definitely cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.

On the contrary, her long black hair is not so conspicuous. Although it is a bit too smooth and smooth, there is no shortage of this hair color in both Europe and the Middle East.

"All right."

Lothar asked: "Do you like this outfit very much? I mean, compared to your fighting style, would you prefer wearing a heavy armor?"

Prajna frowned slightly: "I'm sorry, but I have never been in the habit of relying on armor for defense. Just bring me a set of ordinary clothes."

Lothar was stunned for a moment.

Subconsciously, he glanced at Prajna's exposed white arms. They looked soft, tender, white, and not at all like a heavily armored retinue with astonishing defensive capabilities.

It is hard to imagine that her physical strength and endurance are six times that of ordinary people, and her strength is nearly four times that of ordinary adult men.

A picture flashed in his mind for no apparent reason.

Lin Daiyu uprooted the weeping willow.

When Prajna appeared in front of the two attendants Ryan and Model, he had already changed into a brand new white linen clothes, and also wore a veil and turban.

It is worth mentioning that as the gatekeeper of hell in the setting.

Her body temperature is always cold. If she is closer to her, Lothar can feel a comfortable coolness even in the middle of summer.

This gave him the urge to hold Prajna in his arms and hide in the room to take a deep sleep.

But it’s just a thought.

On the one hand, the intimacy is not enough, and Prajna may not agree. On the other hand, he feels that doing so is a bit despicable, and his sense of morality prevents him from accepting such a move.

In the Habsburg manor in the small town, there was no maid in a white skirt and white stockings, nor a polite butler in a tuxedo.

Lothar's father, Count Werner, was a typical German military aristocrat. He was more interested in living in the Eagle Castle, which was financed by his brother who was the bishop of Strasbourg and built by himself, rather than in the mountain. The manor below is obviously more livable.

The town was full of serfs and freedmen dressed in rags, ready to go home and rest after a long day of farm work.

Most of the buildings in the town are made of clay and wood. A few are built with stone bricks and roofed with reeds and straw, which can be regarded as rich farmers.

The Middle Ages are called the Dark Ages for a reason.

Most people in this era have no way to fill their stomachs.

An old man with skin like a dead tree sat by the street, surrounded by a group of children, listening to him telling stories.

His body was covered with old injuries, with mottled scars crisscrossing them, and the intact parts were wrinkled together as if they had shrunk.

His eyes were covered with thick clouds, making one wonder whether he could still see.

"He has sword wounds, arrow wounds, and some wounds that are not visible at all."

Lothar frowned.

"who is he?"

Model said: "An old blind man is said to have made a pilgrimage to Jerusalem and killed a Mamluk knight. But I think this should be his own bragging."

He was hand-picked by Lothar. He once defeated a knight's elite sword and shield soldier one-on-one in an infantry battle.

The town was managed by a garrison knight who led more than fifty Habsburg sergeants.

The sergeants rotated back and forth.

Model and Lane naturally also lived in the town.

"It's a pity he's blind, otherwise we might have had a good guide."

Lothar sighed and looked away.

In the square in the center of the town, there is a simple cistern, surrounded by peasant women carrying clay pots on their heads, preparing to draw water.

"Losa, why are you here?"

The visitor is the parish priest of the town, who presides over all prayers, weddings, and funerals in the town and nearby farms.

Wearing a faded cassock and a white turban, he walked up to him with a kind smile and said: "It's been a long time since I saw Lothar. Well, you have already worn the lion emblem. Your father finally canonized you." Are you a knight?"

Lothar smiled and said: "Yes, Father Soyo, I have decided to embark on a crusade to save the Holy Land Jerusalem. I will set off early tomorrow morning."

Soyo suddenly showed a look of surprise: "Congratulations, Lothar, this is a very wise decision. Heavenly Father will bless you for your pious act. I have a pretty good pack horse, maybe you can Take it with you as my small contribution to your pilgrimage."

"Thank you for your generosity."

Lothar bowed his head and saluted.

It took a while to deal with the priest.

He said helplessly: "Father Soyo is really enthusiastic. A pack horse is worth a lot of dinars."

Ryan on the side whispered: "Of course, Father Soyo is a good man. He helps the widow carry water during the day and confesses for the widow at night."

"Oh, by the way, the widow's husband was once a knight named Joseph. Later, he listened to the priest and sold his land and all his family property to buy travel expenses and equipment for the Eastern Expedition. He left the widow and ran away."

The smile on Lothar's face froze.

He said in a deep voice: "He hasn't come back, has he?"

"of course not."

Ryan shook his head and said: "Last year, the old John who went with him was the old blind man we just saw. He came back from the Holy Land on crutches."

"So Joseph, what happened to this knight?" Lothar asked casually, "Did he die in battle?"

"That's not true. In fact, he never reached Jerusalem at all. On the way, he was robbed by pirates and sold into slavery."

Lothar frowned: "Is there no one to pay him a ransom?"

"No, the widow was happily hanging out with the priest. How could she have the money to ransom her husband? And I heard that Joseph didn't treat her well when he was here."

"Master, what I want to say is that not everyone is lucky enough to reach Jerusalem. Pilgrimage is a long journey. The road is full of difficulties and obstacles. Only those who are favored by God can reach the kingdom of heaven."

Lothar was silent for a moment and agreed: "You are right."

It was dangerous to fight the pagans in Jerusalem, but the road to the Holy Land was also full of dangers and ups and downs.

The vast majority of poor pilgrims simply cannot afford the "huge" boat fare to the Holy Land. They can only rely on their legs. Along the way, countless people fell in front of plague, famine, and bandits.

ps: The currencies of the European Middle Ages were complicated. The currency in Germania was Fenney, but there should also be old dinars. The usage here is not rigorous, so no research is needed.