People in the middle ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 68 Assassin

The financial officer who came in a hurry happened to meet Count Philip who left angrily.

"My lord, did you have a conflict with Earl Philip?"

Lothar nodded and said: "He wanted to declare his authority to me, but unfortunately, he failed."

Treasurer Richard said seriously: "Sir, Your Excellency Philip has a high prestige in the Knights, because he is a very generous commander, and many people have received favors from him."

The implication is that he naturally hopes that Lothar can handle this matter carefully.

"How do you think he will deal with me?"

Richard hesitated for a moment, then said: "It is nothing more than inciting those knights and sergeants who have received favors from him to violate your orders. Then I will seize your omissions and use them as a means to criticize you in the meeting. It is best to

Call on the nobles who are close to him to put pressure on His Majesty to remove you from your post."

Lothar nodded slightly. He could also think of these methods.

There's nothing clever about it at all.

But just because it's not clever doesn't mean it's ineffective.

"Richard, if you tell me this, aren't you afraid that Earl Philip will cause trouble for you one day when he ascends to the position of Grand Master?"

Richard looked at Lothar, who was smiling but not smiling, with a calm expression: "Sir, I really like what you said in the hall. The situation in the Holy Land is extremely dangerous. If we don't unite as one, we will all become the dead souls of the heretics."

Lothar nodded.

"I hope this Philip can be smarter and stop causing trouble for me."

The Knights only have so much strength in total. If Count Philip were to split off a part of them again, this would be something Lothar would never tolerate.

It's actually easy to deal with Philip, just throw a pair of iron gloves at him in public.

Lothar is sure of victory.

The martial Franks have always only followed the strong.

Even if Philip refuses to fight, his reputation will be ruined, and it will be impossible to cause any more waves.

It was with this kind of confidence that Guy initially challenged Balian.

But the result was exactly the opposite. Balian, who was helped by an unknown witch, was like a god coming down from the earth, and knocked Guy of Lusignan unconscious with an old punch.

"Come with me, treasurer, I have something else to ask you."

Lothar turned around and walked back to the hall.

After a busy afternoon.

The affairs of the Knights began to get on track, and various backlogged documents were sent to the hall for Lothar to read and process.

There are actually a lot of trivial things in the knights, such as minor frictions between colleagues. Two knights fought because the other party occupied an extra part of their fiefdom.

Or perhaps a piece of oriental porcelain was lost in the palace some time ago.

After investigation, it is suspected that someone stole it. How should we deal with it?

There are countless such small matters. Normally, Baron Godfrey would have handed them over to Count Philip with a wave of his hand.

The result of this delegation of power was that Earl Philip was able to form a faction within the Knights that could compete with Lothar, the Grand Master who was personally appointed by the king.

In the evening, Lothar put down the quill in his hand. He had finished reading the last document and had a deeper understanding of the internal context of the Knights.

After Baron Godfrey and his cronies were transferred from the Royal Knights, many positions became vacant.

However, these positions cannot be directly awarded to the cavalry loyal to Lothar, because they do not have the title of knight, and as civilians, they cannot serve the public at all.

And Lothar was unwilling to do this, so he promoted these cavalrymen who had not yet made much contribution to knights. Being able to select them as cavalrymen was a kind of grace.

This left Lothar with no choice but to recruit talents from within the Knights and place them in key positions.

This is also a good thing. If done properly, it can win over a large number of people's hearts.

Lothar stood up and moved her hands and feet.

Under the candlelight, Prajna was holding a book and reading. Judging from the cover, it should be a theological classic. On the other side, Fringilla was already lying on the table, sleeping soundly.

"Hans, Prajna, the three of us take a walk. We have been sitting here all afternoon. It's time to do some activities."

Prajna closed the book and stood up.

Hans asked: "Sir, where are we going? Do we need to wear armor?"

"It's right in the palace. You won't go far. You shouldn't be in danger. I plan to see if those knights are lazy and pick a few to beat them."

Lothar ordered.

Give both grace and power.

There are three things a new official should do when he takes office.

He planned to pick a few people to kill the chickens and scare the monkeys, lest these people think that he is easy to talk and dare to stand on Count Philip's side and cause trouble for him.

A group of people walked in the palace.

Even the palace was not brightly lit in the middle of the night. Many places were dark, with only a dim oil lamp burning in the corridor.

Lothar warned Hans: "This corridor connects the two halls. If someone lurks in, this is the only way. According to common sense, people must be patrolled. Write it down and ask Richard later who is responsible.

Defense of this area.”

Continue walking deeper into the corridor.

It was getting dark, and Lothar wrapped her burqa tightly around her body. She felt that it was quite cold tonight.

Hans suddenly stopped and said urgently: "Sir, it smells of blood!"

Hans' pupils shone with a faint green light in the dark rainy night.

He squatted down and pointed to the corner of a stone pillar. Through the candlelight, he could vaguely see a drop of bright red: "There are fresh blood stains here, as if they were left not long ago."

Lothar frowned and whispered: "Hans, how many people do you think there are on the other side?"

Hans hesitated.

“Trust your instincts!”

"About ten, the risk shouldn't be high."

"Looks like we're pretty lucky."

Lothar joked.

This was probably not because he was unlucky enough to meet an assassin on his first day in office, but because Count Philip wanted to show him his muscles.

He transferred a group of subordinates who were loyal to him, causing loopholes in the palace's defense.

"This idiot!"

Lothar cursed secretly. Now he had a reason to kick Earl Philip out of the Knights. However, the other party was a Earl and he could not be executed for making such a big omission.

"Let's go, we can't let these assassins succeed, otherwise my position as the leader of the regiment, which has only been in office for less than a day, will be in jeopardy."

On both sides of the corridor, the sound of pattering rain gradually sounded.

The rain that had been brewing for a long time finally started falling.

Hans walked in the front.

He possesses the outstanding sense of smell of a werewolf, and even in human form, he can follow the scent of blood to trace the enemy.

Soon, Lothar heard the faint sounds of fighting coming from ahead.

A seriously injured and dying knight was lying on the ground, one of his legs had been cut off and he was bleeding.

"Grand, Grand Commander, go and save Her Royal Highness the Princess. They are Assassin."

When the knight saw Lothar, it was as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

Lothar's expression changed slightly.

It is said that Hawthorne, the first Mountain Old Man, spent huge sums of money to buy a castle in Sasanian Persia, named it "The Eagle's Nest", and built a heaven on earth in it.

There are countless beauties, delicacies, and wines.

He adopted young children from all over the world, trained them into assassins, sent them to the "Kingdom of Heaven" to enjoy, and one day knocked them out in a daze.

After waking up, the Assassins are like imprisoned drug addicts, bent on "getting salvation" and returning to heaven.

So they are not afraid of death at all, on the contrary, death is their pursuit.

This is a very tough group of dead warriors!

Lothar ignored the need to treat the knight, pulled out his armed sword, and ran towards the inside. His leather boots with chain armor leggings stepped on the mud, splashing large amounts of muddy water.

As soon as he rushed through a corridor, the sharp knife struck Lothar with the sound of howling wind.

Lothar raised his armed sword and easily blocked the sword, slashing directly at the opponent with great force.

The bloody head rolled to the ground. The assassin who launched the surprise attack was killed by Lothar with a sword before even meeting him.

The sudden drop in temperature at night made the white smoke exhaled from Lothar's mouth clearly visible.

Blood magic, blood waterfall has been activated!

(End of chapter)