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

"I accept your allegiance, Uldin. I hope that in the time we spend together in the future, we can put aside our barriers and seek common ground while reserving our differences."

Lothar looked at this man with a cold face and meticulously styled hair, and he just had labels like being old-fashioned and unkind engraved on his face, and he felt helpless in his heart.

From Uldin's perspective, he was absolutely right about the Wolves of the Two Sicilies.

Non-my family, its heart must be different.

In the Two Sicilies under the rule of the wolves, the wolves naturally take priority in everything, and ordinary humans live a miserable life.

With only Uldin alone, he was weak and had no strength to resist, so he had no choice but to run away.

But for Lothar, Uldin's world is just a fictional background, even if it has become a real world in a certain sense.

Could it be possible that Lothar could kill a certain follower after summoning him because he was a murderous demon with many crimes in the game world?

Isn’t this nonsense?

For example, Fringilla, in her personal plot copy, it is set that she turns into a "tyrant" and destroys an entire town.

But this did not prevent Lothar from loving this somewhat arrogant little girl from the bottom of her heart.

Therefore, Lothar could only try to change Uldin's mind.

But how can an ascetic monk like Uldin, who has an iron mind, be able to shake his mind with just a few words?

If it hadn't been Lothar who was "preaching" to him, Brother Uldin would have picked up the brick-thick Bible, smashed it against his temple, and physically converted him.

If I had known this, I shouldn't have planned any camps and hatred among the retinues.

All was having fun.

Anyway, it doesn't matter to him whether the game makes money or not.

Lothar picked up Urdin who was kneeling on one knee: "Let's go, follow me to find Archbishop William. I have to find a pastor for you, or the position of an acolyte. I hope you can take it on your shoulders." Responsibilities of the Parish Priest of Georgesburg.”

In short, we need a setup for Uldin.

"I know that you once served as a diocesan bishop, but when you come to this world, you have to start all over again."

Uldin nodded and said: "Ever since I saw the church and the wolf tribe collaborating, the priesthood is no longer important to me. Being able to continue to preach God's will under your command is my greatest pursuit."

Lothar continued: "After you go out, you may see my other followers. As you said, they include werewolves, vampires and ghosts. I know you hate these aliens. But now, they are just like you, They are all colleagues who are loyal to me."

"I don't force you to have fun, but you'd better not take the initiative to provoke them, because you will not be their opponent, and I will not favor you."

When it comes to Uldin's combat power, ordinary people are naturally no match for him.

If he put on heavy armor and picked up a warhammer, he would be a warrior on the battlefield, but he was far behind Hans, Fringilla, Prajna, and even Mallesby.

Uldin said solemnly: "Evil cannot always overwhelm light."

Lothar interrupted him and said solemnly: "But I don't need pure light and darkness under my command. What I can use is the light in my eyes."

Uldin was silent.

Knowing that he could not change his mind, Lothar gave up the idea and asked instead: "Can you cure leprosy?"

The black-robed priest Uldin thought for a moment, shook his head and said: "You want to cure the famous leper king, right? It is my duty to heal others, but please forgive me for my limited ability. Leprosy - it's like this It’s an evil poison like the Black Death, rather than an injury that bleeds and breaks bones. I’m afraid I can’t cure it.”

"Can't it be 'radically cured'? What is the maximum degree of cure it can take?"

"There is no problem in alleviating injuries and extending life. Perhaps the patient's disabled limbs can be restored, but as time goes by, his life will still be swallowed by the 'evil poison'."

Is Xiedu the name given to bacteria?

Lothar said thoughtfully: "That's enough."

Even if it's a top four-star, it's still four stars after all.

The meaning of the word "extraordinary" is that ordinary people have abilities beyond ordinary people. It is normal for their abilities to be limited.

If he were a five-star medical retinue, he should be able to completely cure leprosy, right?

Lothar was only worried that Baldwin IV had lost the confidence to continue living and refused treatment.

The greatest pain of leprosy is not physical, but mental.

No one can look at their disabled, stiff, festering, and deformed body every day and remain indifferent.

Push the door open and go out.

Prajna, who was sitting by the window reading a book, raised his head slightly. A few locks of his long black hair covered his eyebrows and looked a little messy.

"he is?"

"Uldin, an ascetic from Tuscany."

"oh."

Prajna lowered his head and continued reading.

She had never heard of this name, and she didn't care what others thought of her. In her long and boring life, she only focused on two things.

One is Lothar's safety.

The second is the fascinating stories Lothar tells.

The book she was reading was an experiment printed by Lothar privately using woodblock printing. The content was not a theological scripture, but the most easily disseminated and most fascinating fantasy novel.

Its name is - The Witcher.

It tells the story of a demon hunter named Van Helsing who was injected with magic medicine and still followed the divine light, constantly hunting monsters and preaching for the Lord.

The content was compiled by Lothar based on the stories of Van Helsing and Geralt. It has only been released in the first part, but it is already exciting enough for people in this world.

Lothar is planning to release part of his inventory and try to promote it among the nobles.

In addition, there are stories from One Thousand and One Nights that he plans to sell to Egypt. The cultural atmosphere of Saracens is much stronger than that of Jerusalem at this time.

The Royal Library in Cairo contains 200,000 volumes.

The academic atmosphere among the people is also far better than that in Western Europe where there are illiterate lords everywhere.

"This smell, tsk, is it an ascetic monk recognized by the Holy Light?"

Fringilla glanced at the ascetic monk sideways and curled her lips. She also did not take this small role seriously. The enemy of the Blood Palace has never been the Holy Light Church.

Without him, I look down upon him.

She was leading a group of little maids to play dress-up games.

These maids were all Persian slave girls that Saleh had gifted to Lothar along with ten Arabian war horses.

They are what "Tang people" call Hu girls. They have good looks and figures. They wear exotic white gauze clothes, and their figures are swaying and exciting.

But Lothar wasn't used to being served by others, so she simply left everything to Fringilla T's teachings.

Hans went to the parade ground to supervise the training of new recruits and has not returned yet. It must be admitted that Hans, who worked hard and never complained, helped Lothar take on too many tasks.

Lothar would like to call him a model worker!

…

Lothar led a dozen winged cavalry, galloping down the street like the wind, heading straight for the Cathedral of the Holy Sepulchre.

The Patriarch was getting old and his energy was getting weaker, so many affairs were turned to Archbishop William. Therefore, William's office was also moved to the Cathedral of the Holy Sepulchre.

There are very few people on the street, and it can even be said to be deserted.

Not only due to the departure of the Crusaders in the Northern Expedition, the originally continuous flow of trade routes and pilgrimage routes for pagans have also been cut off.

Just arrived at the entrance to the Cathedral of the Holy Sepulchre.

A young man who was leading the horse out shouted in surprise: "Baron Lothar, you came just in time, the archbishop is about to send me to find you."

This is Archbishop William's clerk. He is a very nice young man, honest and reliable. Lothar has a very good impression of him.

"What's up?"

The scribe lowered his voice and whispered in Lothar's ear: "The werewolf's body was stolen."

Lothar frowned: "Didn't I warn Archbishop William that someone was interested in this body and asked them to strengthen their defenses?"

The clerk looked embarrassed and said: "We were very careful at first and even used the 'password' you invented. But after so many days, nothing happened, so the guards became lax."

"Forget it, take me to see Archbishop William first."