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

Outside Kaleborg.

In the most central camp of the Saracens.

With an eagle cry, the falcon swooped down.

Saladin unfolded the letter he took from the Falcon, read it briefly, and frowned suddenly.

"Baron Lothar of the Royal Knights."

Saladin murmured softly: "Who is this? Why have I never heard this name before?"

Adil thought for a while and then gave the answer: "It is said that he is the son of Werner of the Habsburg family. He is the latest nobleman in Jerusalem and is regarded as a confidant by the Leper King."

(The previous article mistook Adil and Adilai Savoddin as two people when checking the information. This has been revised.

"Savoddin" is an honorific title for Adil, just like Saladin's real name was not Saladin, but the Crusaders' abbreviation for "Sarah Diniardin". )

"He's that guy's son."

Speaking of Werner, Saladin immediately recalled the fierce knight riding a white horse and holding a lance during the Battle of Hardin, who was like a god descending from the earth.

"It seems that Zahir was very lucky to be able to save his life from that bigot's son."

Saladin coughed lightly. His physical condition was not good. Although he was not as terminally ill as Baldwin IV, he was still often in a state of illness even though he had a large team of palace doctors.

A black eunuch handed a wine glass filled with ice drink to the two of them.

Saladin drank it all in one gulp and threw the glass onto the tray in the hands of the black eunuch.

There was anger in his tone:

"Zahir, I once advised him to stay away from killing and not to indulge in it and develop a chronic disease. Because blood can only lead to more killings."

"But he didn't take my words to heart. I gave him my most trusted chamberlain, and I failed to persuade him to return to the right path. He really disappointed me."

Adil whispered: "My king, do you want me to lead the army into the enemy's territory and rescue Zahir?"

Saladin shook his head and said: "No, no, just paying the ransom is enough. Although Werner is a paranoid lunatic, he is a man of credibility, and his son must be the same. As long as the money is paid, Zahir will be released Coming back."

"Even if I can't get him back, I just want to avenge him."

He was silent for a moment and then asked: "How is Afdal doing in the north? Did he go against the plan we made and advance rashly?"

"No, the eldest prince is secretly presiding over the military affairs of the north in my capacity. My old rival, Earl Raymond, certainly wouldn't have imagined that the person he was fighting against was not me at all."

A look of approval appeared on Adil's face: "With this, the eldest prince has taken advantage of a lot. If it weren't for your orders, he might have conquered Tripoli."

"Oh, don't brag nonsense. Tripoli is not so easy to win."

Saladin nodded: "Is Takidin still the same in Egypt?"

Takidine was the nephew of Saladin, who was named the governor of Egypt and was also a talented general - of course, the word "once" should probably be added before this title.

"Yes, he searched for prostitutes all over Cairo for pleasure. When I last met him, his eye sockets were sunken and his belly was full of fat. I doubt whether he could still lift a sword."

Adil's eyes showed a trace of helplessness: "I reprimanded him and beat him, but after I left, he immediately went his own way."

"Adil, after this battle, you can go back and be the governor of Egypt. Let Takidin come to my tent to obey orders. He is indeed too shameful."

For Saladin, although Damascus was his most important base camp, the wealthy Egypt was also an inseparable territory under his control.

In Montreal.

All public bathhouses were overcrowded today.

Lothar the Generous paid a large sum of money for his soldiers, so that all knights, sergeants and support staff could enjoy a full day of bathing, food and wine service here.

While people were grateful for the grand leader's generosity, they also secretly regretted that they had wine, meat, and baths, but the most crucial thing was missing. That was what they, the soldiers after the battle on the battlefield, needed most.

Lothar himself, with his confidants, enjoyed the private bathroom in the innermost room.

Misty steam rose from the bath.

Lothar soaked her body in the hot water, narrowed her eyes slightly, and enjoyed this rare leisure.

Hans soaked in the water and said with some emotion: "Hey, this Lord Humphrey is really realistic. Hearing that we have to repair in Montreal and can't go out to fight against Saladin immediately, he used all kinds of excuses to excuse us. , are not willing to set aside a block for us to renovate at all.”

"Don't he know that the Saracen cavalry we defeated was plundering his territory? If these Saracens are allowed to plunder everywhere, I don't know how many villages will suffer."

"I know, but I don't necessarily care."

"If you care, Lord Humphrey should take his knights out of the city to meet Prince Zaheer's army."

Model on the side snorted coldly: "Lord Hans, not everyone values ​​their 'subjects' as much as the lord does."

Lothar frowned and said: "Forget it, after all, he is still willing to provide us with supplies for free. This is considered to have fulfilled his obligation."

Lothar suddenly thought of something and reminded:

"By the way, there is no need to tell Humphrey that we have captured Prince Zaheer. If he knows about it, there may be complications."

Lothar didn't know how deeply Lord Humphrey was influenced by his stepfather, but he didn't dare to bet.

After all, the ransom offered by Prince Zahir was a full two thousand Surides gold coins.

Moreover, Lothar did not want to form a deadly feud with Saladin.

In this way, one day, even if he is defeated on the battlefield, there is a high probability that he can redeem his life and that of some of his subordinates by paying a ransom.

In the bath on the other side.

The fog is hazy.

Prajna's long dark hair was draped over her back as white as white jade. Days of running around and fighting on the battlefield did not leave many stains on her body.

She just soaked quietly in the water, and the water temperature in the pool began to drop rapidly.

Flynn folded her legs and sat naked on the marble tiles.

She tied up her long white hair with a hemp rope, and a few naughty hairs stuck wetly to her cheeks, making her look even more charming.

"Prajna, I think we need to talk."

Fringilla's tone was unusually non-aggressive.

"What?"

Prajna was a little surprised.

This was the first time that Fringilla called her name.

Fringilla sniffed and said a little aggrievedly: "I feel that we have fallen out of favor. The adults haven't told us stories for a long time. He often doesn't come back until a long time at night. When he comes back, he falls on the bed and doesn't even say anything to us. It’s all gone.”

Prajna said in a calm tone: "My lord is a general, a lord, and a future king. How can I delay everything on such a small daily thing as accompanying you?"

"Oh, accompanying 'me' also includes accompanying '䱱'!"

Fringilla mocked: "Don't pretend you don't care anymore - just keep pretending like this. The more you do this, the less adults will care about you and forget you far away. If there is a new person in the future, they will be even less interested." I take you seriously. After all, what can you do? Apart from protecting the safety of adults, following behind like a shadow?"

"You used to be a general, but you can neither command the army for my lord, nor can you handle everything in an orderly manner like Hans."

"These days, your Excellency spends more time with Hans than with us. Hans was just a one-star before!"

Prajna was silent for a moment and whispered: "If you need me, I will follow you. If you don't need me, I will stay far away. All I can do is not cause trouble to you." "

Fulin raised her voice and said, "I can't do it! I want to cause trouble for you, I want you to accompany me and tell me bedtime stories, I want you to think of me in everything, and I want you to do it for me as soon as I get rich. I have regained my strength. Later, even if there is a new charming little bitch, I will always be at the top of my heart!"

Prajna opened his mouth but said nothing.

Flynn put her fingers into the water, and the water there was already cold.

The fog in the bathroom also gradually dissipated.

Fulin said with some pride: "Look, you are not as generous as you say!"

Prajna stood up and revealed his graceful figure in front of Fulin. The tall body of 1.8 meters and the majestic chest hung like a shadow in front of Fulin.

Fulin's tone became weaker: "You, what do you want to do? You are so angry that you want to hit me?"

Prajna shook her head. She hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "Does it look good? My body?" Fulin immediately showed a dismissive expression: "Yeah, that's it?"

Prajna emphasized his tone: "Seriously, since we want to deepen our relationship with you, we should take further steps. As you said, we can't always wait for you to come to us."

"Ah? Do you want to"

A blush suddenly appeared on Fulin's pale face, and she stammered: "No, no, this is too fast, it can't be like this. You are too cunning!"

The corners of Prajna's mouth raised slightly.

She reached out her hand and gently touched Fulin's chin: "So, you are just talking, right?"

She ignored Fringilla, put on her bathrobe, and walked out.

"Wait a minute."

Fringilla said hurriedly: "No, you must not do that shameless thing. This is too much. This is a foul, you know!"

What was left to her was Prajna's graceful back without looking back.

Of course she didn't mean to do that, but her heartstrings were plucked by Fulin's words, and she felt a rare desire to win.

If I want to fight, none of you will have a share!

Neither do latecomers!

Prajna's indifferent eyes were full of confidence.