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

Watch Lothar leave.

Saleh, the wandering prince with strong claims to Syria and Aleppo, said with emotion: "Abdallah, you are right, he is indeed a very special person - he even used our etiquette just now Salute me."

"This is completely different from the savage, rude and disrespectful Frank nobles I have seen before."

Abdullah was convinced.

"When I first met him, he was just a knight. Now he has been promoted to a baron, and he has gained the attention of King Baldwin. In my opinion, it won't be long before he becomes a big shot in the Holy City."

"It seems that it is necessary to make good friends with him."

At this time, an attendant walked into the room with small steps and whispered in Saleh's ear for a while.

"What?"

"I see."

Saleh's face changed slightly, and his expression was a little complicated: "No, Abdullah, I just received the news that King Baldwin appointed him as the Grand Master of the Royal Knights."

"He's already a big shot in this town."

Abdullah had a look of shock on his face: "This is unbelievable."

"It seems that King Baldwin values ​​Lothar more than we thought."

Saleh thought thoughtfully: "Abdullah, we need to be more generous to our friends. In addition to sending him ten war horses, let's give him five maids."

"Maid?"

Abdullah hesitated.

Saleh immediately saw his doubts and said sternly: "They are real maids, not those who have been specially trained to kill their masters on the bed at any time."

Abdullah accepted the order happily.

Saleh couldn't help laughing and said: "Abdallah, you are a person who knows how to choose friends, and so is Lothar."

Leave the hotel.

Fringilla muttered in a low voice with some dissatisfaction: "Why don't you have a maid? I heard that these maids trained by the Zoroastrian nobles are very good at serving others."

"If you don't need it yourself, you can give it to me."

"When I was in the royal court, I had at least three maids to take care of my bathing and dressing, three maids to take care of my makeup, and three maids to take care of my food and daily life."

Lothar said with a dark face: "Don't talk nonsense. You are standing in the palace of the Royal Court, as cold as a big coffin. How can there be anyone alive to serve you?"

Fringilla covered her mouth, feeling embarrassed as if someone had exposed her nonsense: "You know all this?"

"I know you better than you think."

Lothar sighed: "But don't worry, whether it's maids or luxurious palaces, there will definitely be some in the future, but save what you can now."

"Painting again!"

"Seriously."

Lothar was helpless.

For a nobleman, maids are indeed a necessity.

Even if you don't use it yourself, there will always be some use for the favors between nobles, for greetings and sending.

You can't hold a banquet and have a rough-and-tumble sergeant wait on you, right?

But now is not the time to enjoy it, and he doesn't intend to spend his limited funds on hiring a maid.

Everything that follows must be compromised for the expansion of military power.

The ten war horses promised by Saleh will be sent to the Constance Manor later. Lothar has no intention of sending them back to Yogurtsburg, but intends to keep them directly as spare horses for the Hussars.

The horses at Jorgesburg for training the hussars were sufficient.

Some of them were snatched from desert bandits, and some were bought through the horse market in the Jordan County.

Although asking Saleh for Abdullah was more to test the relationship between the two, in fact, he was really coveting Abdullah and the Kurdish cavalry under his command.

It was a very elite cavalry team, skilled with bows and horses, no less than the elite Mamluks of the Ayyubid Kingdom.

With the same number of people, even if the winged cavalry under his command could win, it would only be a miserable victory.

But it's a pity that these two people are probably in a period of love that is suitable for both king and minister.

It's really hard for me as a mistress to get involved.

…

Constance Manor.

Only two weeks after leaving, the manor was already gathering dust. Thirteen hussars and nine axemen, including Ryan, had already begun cleaning.

Next, they will have to live here for a long time.

With Prajna's help, Lothar took off his armor and stood on the balcony of the main building of the manor, looking at the busy people below with a frown.

The complicated situation in the Holy Land and the appreciation and respect of Baldwin IV made him feel tremendous pressure.

None of the outstanding figures in this era are easy to deal with.

Even those Crusader nobles who seem stupid and only compete for fame and wealth actually have their own little ones in their hearts.

If he does not cheat and inherits the identity and abilities of the original owner, it is only right that if he, a commoner, travels to this world, he will be shot away by the knights in one round.

He never felt that he really had the talent to rival Saladin, and the power under his command was only a drop in the bucket in the face of the upcoming war.

However, if he could completely bring the Royal Knights under his control and use it properly, this power would probably be able to slightly influence the direction of a war.

"Lotha."

Behind him, a cold female voice sounded.

Prajna came to his side. This woman, who was not much shorter than him, stretched out her hand and smoothed Lothar's brow.

The cold touch made Lothar feel that all the heat in her body had been driven away.

"You know, some people can move forward when they are alone, but if they have more, they always look forward and backward and worry."

Lothar immediately realized that he was talking about himself.

He smiled bitterly: "Indeed, this is stupid."

"But I always feel that I have a lot of people's expectations now, and if I mess up, I will let them down."

He pointed to the busy people below: "As well as their loyalty, wealth and lives. If I make a wrong decision, they will all lose their lives."

Prajna lowered his eyes slightly and whispered: "Game of Thrones is not like children playing house. Not only will they die, but you will die too. You can't do it without this kind of awareness."

Lothar was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "Yes."

"Now that we are sitting at the gambling table, there is no room for looking forward or looking back."

Lothar calmed down and said, "I'm worrying too much. I have to go to the palace in the afternoon. You and Fringilla should follow me, or stay at home."

"Of course I'm following you, but that little vampire, I think she would prefer to stay in the manor and do what she wants."

"Silly man, what are you farting at?"

Fringilla screamed sharply: "I also want to follow the lord!"

A smile appeared on Lothar's face: "Okay, then follow me, as long as you are not bored."

…

The Royal Palace of Jerusalem is a palace with a distinct oriental color, but also a very Western style.

The Zoroastrian civilization, the Jewish civilization, the empire—or rather the Greek civilization, and the Frankish civilization—were perfectly integrated.

Lothar was walking in the garden of the palace, with Prajna and others following behind him.

In the center of the road paved with gray stone bricks, there is a fountain.

The spring water surrounds the garden and flows slowly.

Lothar washed his hands in the fountain and felt the sweetness in his hands. He simply picked up the water and washed his face: "Huh, it's really comfortable."

The working environment is good and the days ahead shouldn't be difficult.

The sergeants of the Royal Knights, wearing red and white smocks, pot helmets and ridge helmets, were deployed in every corner.

"Grand leader!"

The sergeants he met on the road saluted.

"Take me to your station and ask the inspector and treasurer to see me."

Lothar ordered.