People in the middle ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 70 Trial

PS: Make up for yesterday’s.

The battle ended quickly.

Reality is not "Assassin Warriors".

These assassins who specialize in assassination are not good at frontal combat.

But before dying, these assassins who took the "violent potion" still took away more than ten lives.

Especially the servants arranged by Princess Sibylla for the crown prince suffered the most heavy casualties.

"Sir, if you hadn't arrived in time, we would all have died at the hands of these despicable assassins."

The face of a royal knight holding a kite shield was filled with the joy of surviving the disaster.

Lothar frowned and said, "Don't take it lightly yet. Let's notify you and strengthen your vigilance. No one knows if there are other assassins lurking in the palace."

The wounded man lying on the ground was already turning blue.

The blades of these assassins are quenched with highly toxic poison. As long as they are injured, with the medical standards of this era, there is no possibility of treatment.

Lothar's face looked a little gloomy.

The only losses that could be seen at the scene were three knights, six squires, and twelve sergeants.

Those retinues left by Princess Sibylla to protect Baldwin V are not counted separately.

"Let the censor come, collect and repair the remains and relics of the deceased."

Lothar loudly ordered: "Especially remember to sew the heads and bodies of those who were beheaded together. They fought bravely and performed their duties honorably. They should be promoted to heaven."

"Yes, Grand Commander!"

The members of the Royal Knights looked at Lothar with reverence. They saw with their own eyes how those cruel and brutal Assassin assassins died at the hands of the grand leader and his subordinates.

The Franks still retain their "barbarian" tradition, and "worship of warriors" is a tradition deeply rooted in their hearts.

Lothar walked towards the room behind the corridor.

"Sir, you can't go there!"

In order to protect the crown prince, the servants who were forced to take up arms stopped him one after another.

"I'm going to meet with the Crown Prince to confirm His Highness's safety and get out of the way immediately."

Keng——

Behind Lothar, Hans's sharp armed sword was unsheathed, frightening the slaves.

In their opinion, Hans's performance in the battle just now was like that of the knight protagonists in legendary novels who are favored by witches and can kill dragons and devils.

They asked themselves that even if they went together, there was no way they could be a match for Hans alone.

Lothar pushed aside the servants who were blocking his way and rushed straight into the room.

There was no one in the room.

Hundreds of white candles were burning on the iron lamp stands, illuminating the closed room with only a small window.

Lothar lowered his head and said in greeting: "Your Highness, I am Lothar von Habsburg, Grand Master of the Royal Knights. Assassin's assassins have been eliminated. Please come out."

There was silence in the house.

Until a servant walked in and whispered: "Your Highness, don't worry, the enemy has really been eliminated, and here is the new grand master of the Royal Knights."

Under the bed hung with a white gauze curtain, a pale little head was exposed.

The little boy slowly crawled out, raised his head, and stared at Lothar.

His body was very thin, and his voice was a little trembling. I don't know if it was because of fear, but his face was pale, but he still tried to hold up his chest: "Thank you for coming in time, Baron Lothar."

Seeing that Baldwin V was fine, Lothar breathed a sigh of relief. The turbulent Jerusalem could not withstand the trouble.

"Your Highness, I hope you can move immediately and live in His Majesty the King's palace. My hussars will protect you every step of the way."

Little Baldwin nodded: "As you wish, Baron."

"We can protect the Crown Prince!"

A knight loyal to Princess Sibylla came out at this time and said with some dissatisfaction: "This is a sacred duty entrusted to us by Her Highness the Princess. If we hand over Her Highness to you, it will tarnish our honor."

Hans looked at him with a cold expression.

The knight felt an overwhelming and terrifying pressure, like a giant wolf howling at the moon.

He subconsciously took two steps back.

Hans said coldly: "Please obey the will of the Grand Master."

"Yes, yes."

The knight hurriedly agreed.

No one dared to speak anymore.

Lothar picked up little Baldwin and, surrounded by everyone, walked towards His Majesty the King's palace.

The knight who just spoke quickly followed him and said politely: "Baron Lothar, I have to inform my master, Her Highness Sibylla, that she will ask you for the custody of the crown prince."

"Well, just let her come to see me."

Lothar nodded.

He is trying to figure out who is behind the attack.

The first thing that can be ruled out is Princess Sibylla, a power-hungry princess. Although there are always legends in her previous life that she conspired with Guy to murder her parents and children to occupy the throne for the sake of power.

(In the movie, it is glorified that Baldwin V suffered from leprosy. Princess Sibylla did not want her son to suffer like her brother, so she took his life with her own hands. However, there is no evidence that Baldwin V actually suffered from leprosy.

Moreover, leprosy is only contagious and not hereditary)

But for her now, doing so would not benefit her at all.

Because she has not yet sat on the throne of the Queen Regent, and if she wants to take action, there are too many opportunities for little Baldwin to die silently.

Inside the city of Jerusalem.

A dinner party was being held in Count Philip's manor.

Under the awning, on a strong bonfire, the tender lamb was roasting.

The Saracen slave girls twisted their graceful figures and danced gracefully to the music.

Earl Philip raised his wine glass and said to everyone: "Father in Heaven, thank you for attending the dinner hosted by me. Tonight, the Bordeaux wine and tender lamb will be enough. Let those damn peas go to hell."

People applauded and thanked the count for his generosity.

These days, people in Jerusalem are generally living a much poorer life, especially these knights, who mostly have empty titles but no fiefdoms or real estate.

A considerable number of them rely on the "subsidy" of the Knights to make a living.

At this time, someone shouted: "Salute to the Earl. Only the Earl is worthy of the position of Grand Master. We would like to ask His Majesty to take back his order."

"That's right, that guy named Lothar is not worthy of being our grand leader at all."

"As long as all of us disobey the orders of the new country baron, Your Majesty must also consider everyone's wishes!"

"Yes, just like tonight, my attendants and I have chosen not to perform our duties because we will not obey the orders of an incompetent grand commander."

So far, this dinner party has been a blur.

Some members of the Royal Knights looked embarrassed. It was obvious that the first few people to speak were the most loyal confidants of Count Philip.

But they don't want to disobey the king's will just for this small profit.

The most important thing about the Royal Knights is their loyalty to His Majesty the King.

If even they disobey the king's will, then there will be no loyalty in the whole of Jerusalem.

Have the so-called royal knights become as much of a joke as the Imperial Guards of the Eastern Empire?

The atmosphere in the venue fell into stasis.

Earl Philip's face looked a little ugly, and the development of things was obviously not as satisfactory as they imagined.

These ungrateful bastards!

At this time.

Boom——

The Zoroastrian-style minaret with a cross on the top emitted the melodious ringing of bells.

Later.

The sound of dense footsteps sounded not far away.

Bang--

The closed doors of the manors were pushed open.

Hoplites holding two-handed axes, carrying bucklers on their backs, wearing multiple layers of chain mail and red and white smocks, rushed in from the door with their feet covered in mud.

In the middle of them, a young knight riding a war horse and wearing a black cloak slowly walked out.

The rain soaked their clothes, making the sharp blades and armor appear even brighter.

"Who?"

"Stop, this is Count Philip's private property, you have crossed the line!"

A few drunken knights hadn't seen the situation clearly yet and said with a smile: "Ha, is this kid imitating the emperors of the Eastern Empire and forming a Varangian Guard for himself?"

"It's a pity that the emperors of the Eastern Empire had thousands of Varangian guards, and they were beaten back by the Turks. How many of them are there? What's the use of them?"

The Franks had always looked down upon the weakness of the Greeks.

Although they sincerely envied the prosperity of the Eastern Empire, they did not pay attention to the imperial-style army that had been weakened in recent years and was defeated by the Turkic states in Asia Minor.

Earl Philip joked: "What's wrong, boy, are you here to apologize to me?"

Lothar rode on the back of Nissaan's horse and ignored the thoughts of these drunken lunatics. He loudly said: "Commander Count Philip neglected his duties and transferred people away from their posts without authorization, which resulted in the Crown Prince being attacked by Assassin's assassins."

, all your official titles will be removed immediately, and you will be imprisoned in prison, awaiting trial by the Grand Council."

"No, it's impossible!"

Earl Philip's expression changed drastically, and he stammered: "How. How could it be such a coincidence? What happened to His Royal Highness, tell me quickly!"

Lothar did not answer his words, and said in a cold tone: "Your Excellency, Commander, are the transfers in the palace tonight planned by you?"

"That's true, but."

"Then there is no need to talk nonsense. I now suspect that you are involved in the murder of the crown prince. Please put down your resistance immediately, otherwise I will not guarantee your life safety."

"Conspiracy to murder the crown prince?"

Philip's lips were trembling: "There is no way I will get involved, I swear, I swear on the honor of the Welf family!"

Lothar looked around and sneered: "In addition, I will have a list next. Everyone whose name is called, please stand up for me. I promise to give you a fair trial."

(End of chapter)