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

Leonard, who was extremely frightened, seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and asked quickly: "Sir, what should I do?"

Lothar asked carefully:

"Tell me first, how did this group of desert bandits target you? Who else did you meet on the way to Montreal? Does anyone know that you are carrying a large sum of sulades?"

Leonard spoke incoherently: "That's it. Yes, ah, when I set out, only the five soldiers I led knew this. They were all stationed at Fort Yogurt a long time ago and are absolutely loyal and reliable. Because when I paid taxes before, I never got robbed."

"The village where half the pagans live is called Antoga. It's the closest to Montreal, so we passed there and asked for water."

"I don't know if any of them noticed that I was carrying a lot of sulades, because I always carry the money close to my body, but I couldn't hide the crisp sound in the money bag."

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The panic in Leonard's heart gradually calmed down, and he began to seriously recall everything he had experienced before.

Everything was told in detail, including how many times he peed along the way.

"Okay, let me ask you one last question. When you were on your way, was there an eagle circling above your head?"

Leonard was horrified: "Sir, how did you know? I thought it was Heavenly Father's will that turned your coat of arms into a black eagle, watching us!"

Lothar waved his hand:

"Okay, I understand. Next, you are going to spread the news that Baron Lothar of Jorgesburg intends to bring a generous gift to Kaleburg to visit the distinguished Countess Stephanie. ."

Lothar patted Leonard on the shoulder: "If you make mistakes with such a simple thing again, I won't even let someone put a cross on your tombstone after your death."

Leonard's whole body trembled.

If you die without a cross on your tombstone, you are destined to be unable to return to the embrace of your Heavenly Father.

"I will, I will definitely do it."

Lothar added: "The same goes for your subordinates. Tell them several consequences. Heavenly Father grants me mercy, but mercy will not come to Judah."

Watching Leonard carefully leave.

Lothar said: "Flynn, is everything he said true?"

The girl hanging upside down from the ceiling fell silently like a ghost.

"it is true."

"But wouldn't your plan be too hasty? If I were the bandit leader, I would definitely avoid the limelight. At least I wouldn't do anything again in a short time."

Lothar nodded: "What you said makes sense. If we wait and wait in the conventional sense, it will definitely not work."

"Although Leonard is cruel and radical, he is a good general. Otherwise, he would not have played a decisive role in the Battle of Mengisa. I believe he can also think of the method of disguising himself as a caravan and waiting for the enemy. "

"But this group of desert bandits has falcons. They can see our true and false clearly. Moreover, after so many years of smooth sailing, even Leonard, the King of the Dead Sea, can't do anything to them. Do you think this group of bandits will think highly of me?" Such a little lord in a remote place?"

"I will only take Hans and his hussars with me. Apart from that, it will be you and Prajna."

"Only we can use this method. Under normal circumstances, this group of bandits will definitely not be afraid of just seven people, even if there are five fully armed cavalry inside."

"I see."

The plan was clear at this point.

"We don't ask for annihilation, as long as we defeat them."

Fringilla thought thoughtfully: "And leave one or two alive, so that I can rely on the ability of charm to ask them about the location of their camp."

"That's right."

At this time, subtle footsteps came from the corridor outside the door.

Prajna was wrapped in a bathrobe, her slender white feet were bare, and walked in from the door. She seemed to feel the seriousness of the atmosphere. She tilted her head slightly, and her long black hair fell down like a waterfall.

"What do I seem to have missed?"

Lothar tried hard to move her eyes away from the white snow: "I'll tell you later. You get dressed first."

Prajna's indifferent eyes glanced at Fringilla, making the vampire lady grit her little white teeth in anger.

Isn't it just that the breasts are a little bigger, the butt is a little higher, and the legs are a little longer?

What's so great!

Lothar turned around.

A rustling sound sounded.

Prajna took out the clothes from the closet and put them on for himself.

"Ok?"

"Um."

"You two, come to church with me."

Fringilla frowned: "Sir, are you sure you want me, a vampire, to pray with you? Aren't you afraid that the Heavenly Father will strike down with a divine thunder?"

Lothar said a blasphemous remark without hesitation: "If Heavenly Father cares about these things, then he is not Heavenly Father."

They walked into the church together.

Between Lothar's hands, a white statue with a ring on its head, holding a cross armed sword and a kite shield, and wings on its back appeared.

Its prototype should be the statue of St. Michael.

Lothar placed the statue on the table at the end of the church, under the icon made of mosaic bricks.

Under the sunlight.

The white statue is like a shining golden god, making people subconsciously feel like they want to worship.

"It makes my subjects more loyal to me."

Lothar explained.

He secretly sighed in his heart that he might really have to follow the path of "Yuri"'s bald head.

…

at dusk.

The sky was getting darker, but the temperature did not drop.

The earth, which had been scorching for a day, began to release the accumulated temperature.

Three hussars, including Hans and Ulm, followed Lothar.

These young cavalrymen wore half-plate armor that was as smooth as a mirror and well-maintained.

Each person holds a three-meter-long lance in his hand, and the wings on his back are decorated, making him look even more majestic.

The lances of the Hussars are too long, even the shortest one is 4 meters, so they are hollow, made of two pieces of fir wood pieced together, and are easy to break.

This kind of lance is not practical. At least in Lothar's territory, there is no way to make or buy this kind of special lance.

So Lothar ordered them to switch to traditional lances, which were more practical and easier to replace.

Two ladies, Prajna and Fringilla, followed Lothar.

Leonard drove the carriage, which was loaded with "valuable" goods covered with felt cloth.

This is the only unplanned choice.

If he survives the attack, he and his men's guilt will be wiped clean.

In the sky, accompanied by a crisp eagle cry, the eagle flapped its wings and flew, as if echoing the black eagle flag hanging high on the carriage.

Lothar and the eagle looked at each other, and he lowered his head calmly, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

In the distance, the desert cavalry riding fast horses looked at the bright armor that was almost reflective, their eyes full of greed: "They really only have five cavalry."

“Of course, never question what the chief sees with his eagle eye.”

"You go inform the leader, and I'll keep an eye on them."

"Don't let them escape. This arrogant Baron of Jorgesburg, doesn't he think that if we robbed his subordinates once, there won't be a second time in a short time?"

The Bedouin wrapped in a white turban said with a sneer.

"I heard that that carriage was filled with gifts for that bitch Stephanie. This damn woman has hanged many of our brothers."

"Perhaps the leader will agree to give the stupid baron's head to that bitch as a gift."

"No, it's impossible. The leader is very grateful to the baron for treating his people equally. He will not kill the baron."

The Bedouin said with some dissatisfaction: "These Franks did not show any mercy when they massacred our people. Do we need to talk to them about morality?"