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

Late at night, Lothar lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Tomorrow, after replenishing food, grass, water, and feed for three pack horses and one war horse at the manor.

They should follow the Alps all the way east, pass through the Austrian border area, and go to Venice to take a boat.

Cross the Alps and go directly to the Italian region by boat, but it seems closer.

In fact, there are cliffs everywhere in the Alps. Even if you are walking at a lower altitude, it is easy to accidentally fall into a deep valley.

Otherwise, Hannibal and Caesar's crossing of the Alps would not have been hailed as a military miracle.

"Good rest is crucial for a fighter."

Prajna's emotionless voice suddenly sounded.

She was sitting in the living room connected to the room, on a felt bed covered with a thin blanket, closing her eyes and concentrating.

The night wind blew from her direction and turned into a cool breeze, making her feel like a small air conditioner.

"Prajna, I'm a little confused."

"I want to talk to you. After all, you are the most trustworthy person in this world."

Despite his cold attitude, the Prajna summoned from the system and designed by him personally has undoubtedly the closest relationship with him.

This is incomparable to his brother Otto in this world.

In the living room, there was no response at first.

After waiting for a long time, a clear female voice sounded: "Go ahead."

Really cold

Lothar smiled and said: "In my previous life, I was just an ordinary person, very ordinary. When I was in school, my grades were not the best, but they were not the worst either. I obeyed the rules, but occasionally I was naughty and mischievous. , likes to sing, dance, play basketball, and play video games.”

"But whether it is study or these hobbies, without exception, I am mediocre. Like most people, I am like a screw in society, without anything special. Emperor Rus once proposed a term ——Consumables, I feel very appropriate, because without me, the world will not change at all, and there will be new screws to replace me at any time.”

"To be honest, I don't have much resistance to traveling to this world, although the life of a king in this world may not be much better than my previous life."

"Because I really want to live a new life, a life that is less mediocre and full of excitement and surprises."

"I need a territory and a title to enhance my power, which requires me to use lance and sword to seize merit and wealth."

"But I know one thing very well. The Crusaders are not just. For the sake of power and wealth, they traveled thousands of miles to the Holy Land to take away the lives of others. What is the difference between them and bandits?"

"If I were a native of this world, I might think this is a normal thing, but I am not. As far as this world is concerned, I know very well that I am special."

"The system gave me the goal of opening up territory, but I didn't have it myself. I was like a boat drifting on the sea, following the guidance of the lighthouse at a loss, but not knowing what was at the end of the light."

"I have no faith, no belief, and no goal. I don't know what the meaning of doing this is. Is it just to move forward simply in accordance with the will of the system?"

Lothar's tone was serious.

"If you don't have faith, find yourself one."

Prajna paused slightly and said, "What do you think of this world? Is it beautiful?"

Lothar shook his head: "Of course not, the level of productivity is too backward. Even counts, electors, archbishops of archdioceses, and even kings and emperors can actually live like that. If the people at the bottom are stingy, The life of a lord or a priest is even more miserable."

"Want to change?"

Prajna asked rhetorically.

Lothar nodded: "Of course."

"Then regard this as your goal, let the people who are loyal to you live and work in peace and contentment, have enough to eat, and bring the war-torn land back into unity, and people will no longer attack each other because of ridiculous beliefs."

Prajna's cold voice sounded, the tone was a bit dull, not so impassioned, but it was like a lamp, lighting up in the dark night in front of Lothar.

Lothar couldn't help but look sideways.

Seeing that he didn't reply for a long time, Prajna frowned and said, "What?"

"What you said is very good, Prajna."

Lothar said in an exclamation tone: "Yes, what you said is indeed something I am willing to do and feel very meaningful."

"Then do it."

"Um."

The room fell silent.

After a long time, Lothar said: "Thank you, Prajna."

"Um."

"Good night."

Prajna didn't reply.

In my mind, the system's sweet prompt sounded: Prajna's intimacy with you has improved, and the current intimacy level is: cold.

Still indifferent?

There was a smile on Lothar's face. She was just as cold as she could be. After all, she was not the type that she couldn't deal with at all.

Even if Prajna doesn't have a good attitude towards him, he is still trustworthy.

He turned over and fell into a deep sleep.

In the manor.

Ryan and Model were sitting under the eaves, having a heated discussion about Prajna's identity, but Lothar did not explain to them.

In fact, he didn't even think about how to make it up.

But at the same time, he has no obligation to explain.

The two are Lothar's attendants.

Strictly speaking, servants are not much different from slaves on the surface. They both do the work of serving people. The difference lies in their essence.

"That long black and smooth hair, maybe it's the royal family of the Eastern Empire?"

"No, no, no, didn't you feel the aura on her body? It's really scary. She's obviously just a woman, but the sense of danger she gives me is even greater than that of a mountain lion."

Model said in a very determined tone: "She is a witch!"

"you sure?"

Model was silent for a moment, shook his head and said: "I'm not sure, but I'm definitely not an ordinary person. You know my intuition has always been very reliable."

Ryan nodded with deep understanding: "I didn't expect that the young master actually knew a witch. It is said that the entire Crusade team in Gaul only hired two witch consultants."

"Does this mean our journey will be much safer?"

"Maybe, but it could also be the complete opposite."

There was a hint of sadness on Model's face: "Witches are mysterious, powerful, and beautiful. But they are also dangerous, terrifying, and awe-inspiring."

"I can't imagine why she would want to be harsh with the young master. The young master is really not worthy of a witch's service."

"Hey, man, you think too much. Maybe it's because of love. The witch falls in love with the handsome knight. It's written like this in novels. The young master is the most handsome knight I have ever seen."

"In short, this is not something we should consider. We are just servants, and not so formal servants. The young master is our master, and we are not qualified to comment on this."

Model was silent for a long time and nodded: "Yes, Ryan, what you said makes sense. From today on, we can no longer call 'Master'. He is already the 'Lord' to whom we are loyal, even if Even the Earl can no longer order us, we only obey him."

Ryan patted Model on the shoulder: "Don't underestimate the young master. He may be younger than us, but he is also smarter than us. He will guide us on the right path."

He paused slightly and added: "Even if it is wrong, we may not be able to do better if it were us."

Model smiled and said: "Maybe, I hope I'm just overthinking it."

The two attendants were also a little confused. They didn't know what kind of future they could have by following Lothar. Will they one day be canonized as a knight, or would they die suddenly due to an illness before they reached the Holy Land?

No one knows.

"May Heavenly Father bless His devout believers, Amen."