People in the middle ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 66 Five-Star Hans

Will I?

Lothar subconsciously glanced at Fringilla.

In his eyes, Fulin was a little arrogant, full of lies, swearing from time to time, a bit bearish, but sometimes very obedient.

But what if he wasn't bound?

Fulin is a blood-sucking monster who takes human lives at every turn, drinks blood and treats human life as nothing.

In the setting, if she completely liberates herself, she will use her yet-to-be-unlocked ability "Tyrant Transformation". She will transform into a creature that can stretch out countless tentacles of flesh and blood, pierce the enemy, and draw blood. As long as the blood does not dry up, she will

The immortal and terrifying demon fetus.

How many people will die at her hands?

"Have you thought clearly?"

Baldwin IV's voice was still gentle, and even though he was separated by a veil, Lothar seemed to be able to see the gentle smile on his face.

"Your Majesty, you are not much older than me."

Lothar sighed softly: "But I feel that the person I am talking to is a wise elder."

"Maybe it's because he's about to die."

"When a person is about to die, he can always gain some new insights."

Baldwin IV joked in a brisk tone: "Losa, step down, I want to finish reading this book today. You still have someone to deal with. He is quite dissatisfied with my appointment."

"You mean the one from the Welf family?"

Baldwin IV nodded slightly.

Immediately, he looked at Prajna and Fringilla: "Two ladies, thank you for your help. If you don't mind, I can visit you again in the future when you are free."

Prajna nodded slightly, and she couldn't help but feel a little respect for this human king.

As the gatekeeper of hell, she is used to seeing the ugly behavior of human beings before death.

Fringilla also agreed with the words of Baldwin IV. Those dirty, ugly, savage and vulgar werewolves were indeed "things" that people did not want to become even if they died.

"Let's go, Your Majesty."

Walking in the dim corridor, Lothar looked a little sad.

Baldwin IV was right. A king, or a leader, cannot be reduced to a beastly monster, even if it only happens once a month.

Because no one can control it.

In other words, the butt determines the head.

Once so many people are promoted to the elite class, they seem to have changed into a different species. They will no longer speak out for the lower class, but instead change their ways to join the upper class in oppressing the people at the lower class.

Even worse!

I wish I could take away the ladder for people at the bottom to climb up and make the class permanent.

Who can guarantee that even if the species has changed, Baldwin IV will still be the king who treats his subjects generously and mercifully, even the infidels?

But what is the chance of survival?

Lothar turned around and looked at the door at the end of the dark corridor, which was being slowly closed by the attendants, and whispered: "How could he refuse so simply?"

"Doesn't he want to live?"

After not long staying in the inner courtyard, when we came out, the sky seemed much darker.

There is a thick layer of clouds slowly drifting in from the distance.

In the air, there is a little fragrance of earth that is emitted when a heavy rain is approaching.

Lothar returned to the headquarters of the Royal Knights.

He looked at the hussars with the coat of arms of the Royal Knights branded on their chest armor.

Finally, he moved his gaze to the front, where Hans had changed into a brand new red and white burqa.

"Hans, come with me."

"yes."

He took Hans into the main hall of the lounge and said to Prajna: "You and Fulin just stay here and don't let anyone in."

Close the door tightly.

"Take off your burqa and sit down."

Lothar gestured to Hans to sit on the chair opposite.

He asked with some anxiety: "Sir, do you have any secret tasks for me?"

"no."

Lothar looked at Hans, the follower who had been with him for a long time and was second only to Prajna.

Hardworking and hardworking, practical and capable.

The level of intimacy also increased rapidly.

Apart from the fact that the quality was so low that Lothar weighed the pros and cons and never upgraded him, he could be considered a model worker.

"Hans, your good luck has come. Do you want to be promoted to four stars?"

Hans said without hesitation: "Yes, of course I do!"

"Even if the price is turning into a werewolf?"

"Wolf...werewolf?"

Hans was stunned for a moment, his expression was a little complicated, and he whispered: "Sir, as you know, I am a devout believer. I grew up in a monastery."

"So you're going to refuse?"

Hans raised his head, with a smile hidden under his golden hair: "No, sir, so I know very well that those who claim to be holy, in fact, there is nothing holy."

"I can accept the price of becoming a werewolf. After all, with you watching over me, I won't turn into an evil beast that only knows how to eat people."

He knelt down on one knee and stretched out his hands: "I am willing to accept your grace."

Lothar put the crystal bottle in his palm: "This is not a grace, but my reward for your continued service to me."

"Sir, how should I use this? Do you want to drink it directly?"

Seeing Lothar nodding, Hans did not hesitate at all, unscrewed the cork and drank the liquid in one gulp.

Lothar reminded: "If it hurts, just endure it and don't scream."

Hans shook his head: "Sir, I didn't feel any pain, I just felt warm in my stomach, as if I drank a bottle of strong wine."

"It seems that it hasn't taken effect yet."

Lothar looked Hans up and down.

Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on Hans's eyes. Due to the darkness in the room, his amber eyes looked particularly bright.

The next moment, clusters of silver-gray hair were like steel needles, piercing his skin and spreading like clusters.

Hans let out a suppressed growl, and the joints in his body swelled, making a crackling sound.

His height suddenly increased by a large amount, and the linen shirt on his body was directly torn, revealing his bulging muscles.

His lower jaw is elongated and his muzzle becomes pointed.

A mouth full of sharp fangs, like hacksaws, protruded from the corners of his lips.

The system's prompt sounded: "Your one-star servant Hans has been promoted. Since he is highly compatible with the werewolf blood-enhancing potion, his quality will be upgraded to five-star."

Then, there is the updated character card.

Five-star retinue: Hans von Sego.

It even had a surname, it was the fiefdom that Lothar granted Hans in name, even though Hans didn't even go there personally and didn't collect even half of the tax.

Quality: Epic (five-star)

Grade 1

Intimacy: Trust

Strength:25

Agility:16

Stamina:15

Stamina:14

Mental strength: 10

talent:

Beast intuition: As the heir to the werewolf bloodline, Hans has beast-like intuition. Even without thinking, he can instinctively choose a decision that is more beneficial to him. However, he may also be misled by the enemy and make decisions about certain things.

Misjudgment.

Werewolf transformation: Liberate your true body and transform into a terrifying werewolf. Except for mental strength, all attributes will be improved in all aspects. The maximum improvement limit shall not exceed 50%.

Skills: Sword and gun specialization, Hans is good at using sword and gun weapons.

Immortality: Unlocked.

Howling Moon Werewolf: Unlocked.

Introduction: Hans was once a reserve knight trained by the Teutonic Knights. He has experienced strict knight training since he was a child and firmly believes in the creed of the church.

Until he met his lord, Lothar von Habsburg.

In the process of serving his lord, Hans learned a lot of knowledge, and the beliefs and cognitions he once adhered to were also disintegrated layer by layer.

This took him to the first step of being seduced into corruption.

Until one day, the devil-like evil lord said to him in a seductive tone: "Do you want to gain power?"

The devout knight, who had long been blinded by power, chose to agree without hesitation.

The blood of an unknown werewolf family from the Two Sicilies that had been destroyed was injected into Hans' body. From then on, a pious, kind, upright and reliable knight disappeared.

Instead, there was a minion of the devil who was swallowed up by animal nature and loyal to the evil lord Lothar.

Looking at the tampered profile with a completely disfigured face, Lothar looked confused.

(End of chapter)