People in the middle ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 78 New Card Drawing

Sure enough, in the afternoon, His Excellency William, Archbishop of Tire, hurriedly came to visit with a group of clergy.

This is the most distinguished guest that Constance Manor has welcomed.

The Archbishop of Tire was born into the aristocratic class of Jerusalem. He had studied in European seminaries for twenty years. After that, he was appointed as an envoy by the late king to the Eastern Empire.

After returning, he was appointed as the tutor of Baldwin IV.

In addition, he was the Patriarch of Jerusalem, recognized as the powerful successor to Hercules, who was old and no longer in charge.

"Your Majesty the Archbishop, it is an honor to meet you."

A smile appeared on Archbishop William's old face: "Baron Lothar, I have long heard that you are brave enough to kill werewolves. Now that you have accomplished this feat again, can I see the body of that werewolf?" "

"Of course, Sir William."

Archbishop William walked around the werewolf corpse and couldn't help but marvel: "This is the first time I have seen such a lifelike werewolf corpse. Before that, I had only seen a dried wolf skin in the Bologna Cathedral. I couldn't even help it. Make sure it is really the skin left by a werewolf and not an ordinary wild wolf."

The other clergymen also had faces full of enthusiasm and shock.

A three-meter-tall behemoth, even if it has died, leaving only a body, the shock it brings to people is unimaginable.

Is this really something a mortal can deal with?

"Baron Lothar, this is Heavenly Father's blessing!"

Lothar nodded in time and said: "Yes, without the blessing of Heavenly Father, it would be impossible for me and the knights under my command to defeat such a huge werewolf."

"I have to teach you that the Abelardo I defeated in the Austrian border was just a werewolf less than two meters tall. It was incomparable to the ferocious beast in front of me. This is naturally because I am in the sacred land of Jerusalem. , a feat that can only be accomplished with the blessing of Heavenly Father.”

Lothar attributed this credit to miracles.

Archbishop William made the sign of the cross in front of him and said with emotion: "Baron, you are truly a favored person of God. For Jerusalem, this is a miracle at the right time."

"If possible, I hope Baron You can dedicate the remains of this werewolf to the church. I will show more people the feats you have accomplished with the blessing of Heavenly Father."

"No problem at all."

Lothar generously gave the wolf carcass to Archbishop William. The most valuable heart had been taken out, and the remaining parts had little use value.

Giving it to Archbishop William for exhibition, or drying and tanning it into a "sacred vessel" will greatly enhance his prestige.

It's a win-win.

Archbishop William was also surprised by Lothar's generosity. He thanked: "Baron Lothar, you are really a pious man. I heard that your fiefdom of Georgesburg still lacks a priest, and I need to send one." This parish priest with high theological attainments will live in the church in your castle?"

Lothar said quickly: "This is the best. I just hope it can take a while. After all, the war has reached the border, and Yogurtsburg is not far from the border."

Archbishop William suddenly understood: "I can understand. You can come to me at any time when you need it."

Archbishop William wanted to send a priest to a barren territory like Georgesburg, certainly not to collect the meager tithe.

But I truly intend to use this as a thank you.

It's a pity that Lothar is not a devout believer, and he doesn't want to just parachute a priest who has no friendship with him to keep pace with him.

Although the clergy and the secular lords fought against each other and were interdependent, Lothar had too many blasphemous things under his command.

Time flies.

Five days later.

In the main hall where the Royal Knights reside.

Lothar was handling official duties, and a newly trained Royal Knights Order, the Pilgrim Crusade, had begun to take shape, numbering as many as 800.

At this time, the Crusaders in the Northern Expedition were said to be overwhelming and had conquered lost territories one after another.

However, the pagan army commanded by Saladin's nephew Savoddin, the governor of Syria, and originally used to besiege Tripoli, did not have a direct conflict with the Crusaders, but retreated steadily.

The Crusaders made a sudden advance and were severely defeated by the Mamluk cavalry who had already ambushed them. Therefore, the two armies faced off at the northern border of the Kingdom of Jerusalem.

"If I were Saladin, this time should be the most suitable opportunity to attack Jerusalem. The Northern Expedition Crusaders, who are already entangled with Savodine's army, have no time or room to return for rescue."

Lothar's face was filled with worry.

Not only was he aware of this matter, but Count Leonard, a recognized reckless man, also led his army back to the territory of Fort Kale yesterday to prepare to resist Saladin's attack.

The morale of the residents of Jerusalem is not low. Lothar's deeds of killing werewolves with a mortal body have been spread over the past few days.

The genuine werewolf corpse dispelled everyone's doubts, which also made Lothar once again a famous figure among the nobles of Jerusalem.

At noon, the system prompts: You have received a new chance to draw a card.

Only then did Lothar realize that it had been exactly a week since he left Jorgelusburg and took up his post in Jerusalem.

He didn't hesitate and directly chose to draw a card.

Cyan light flashed.

A tall black-robed priest slowly emerged from the hall.

He held a Bible tied with a golden chain in his hand. He had short, white hair and a handsome face, like an English gentleman.

There was a hint of surprise on Lothar's face, as the medical attendant designed by Lothar.

The black-robed priest Uldin's status among the four-star medical retinues is just like Fringilla's status among the five-star mages. They are both absolutely top-notch!

Name: Black-robed Priest Uldin

Quality: Extraordinary (four stars)

Grade 1

Intimacy: Cold

Strength:10

Agility:7

Stamina:12

Stamina:20

Mental strength: 25

Talent: Archangel's Blessing: This retinue can communicate with the archangel's power spiritually and use it to rescue the wounded.

Code: This follower has a certain probability of expeling the negative status on the target when it is being treated.

Skill:

Holy Shield: While healing the target, it slightly increases its defense.

Elite skill: Suffering Monk: Completely transfer the damage suffered by the designated target to other designated targets.

Elite 2 skills: None.

Introduction: Urdine from Tuscany, originally a descendant of the Grand Duchess of Tuscany, sat on the throne of the Archbishop of Milan in his middle age. Later, the wolf plague swept through the entire Tuscany, and the sovereignty of this place

Usurped by the werewolf family "Yaxi" of the Two Sicilies.

After that, the patriarch of Yaksi asked the church to pay tribute to him the flesh and blood of a living person every day.

Unable to bear the collusion with the werewolf family, Archbishop Urdin resolutely chose to leave Tuscany and became a wandering ascetic.

The black-robed priest had a cold look on his face as soon as he arrived: "I smell the scent of the wolf clan. Sir, your subordinates actually took in those savage wolves?"

"Ulding, relax, Hans was once an attendant of the Teutonic Knights. I gave him the wolf bloodline. He is not a wolf from the Two Sicilies."

The Two Sicilies refer to Naples and Sicily, the South Apennine Peninsula.

"is that so."

Urdin had a straight face and suddenly said: "There are also vampires and ghosts. Sir, no one under your command has a bright mind?"

Lothar frowned: "Uldin, are you accusing me?"

Uldin had a straight face, showing no emotion at all. The two looked at each other for a long time before he lowered his head and said: "Sir, I should not interfere in your decision-making, but I cannot agree with your behavior."

There was also a hint of anger in Lothar's heart: "Uldin, do you know where this is? This is Jerusalem, and I am the Baron of Yogurtsburg personally appointed by the King of Jerusalem, and the Royal Knights.

Archbishop William of Tire and Patriarch Hercules of Jerusalem both stood up for me and declared that I was the favored one of God!"

Uldin remained silent.

"We all know that this actually proves nothing at all. I am not a favored person at all - there are many popes who are full of greed and have illegitimate children everywhere?"

Lothar then said: "Since you have joined the church and are in the high position of archbishop, you should know what kind of place the church is. Who is holy and who represents light? How can it be you?"

Can it be defined?”

Uldin remained silent.

But Lothar knew that this stubborn and indifferent guy would definitely not listen to what he said.

"Ulding, many of the wolf tribes in the Two Sicilies have committed evil acts of cannibalism, but there are also many wolf tribes who have good intentions and coexist peacefully with humans. There are villains in every group, and the church selects them

Is there any difference between the method of tithing, issuing indulgences, and squeezing the last copper out of the hands of the common people, and that of a man-eating wolf?"

"To determine whether a person is inclined towards light or darkness, we should not be obsessed with his bloodline, nor should we look at what they say, but rather on how they act."

Lothar snorted coldly: "That's all I have to say."

The black-robed priest had a cold look on his face. It seemed that Lothar's words had not shaken his mind, but the sound of increased intimacy showed that he was still touched.

Uldin made the sign of the cross in front of him and knelt down on one knee: "No matter what, Uldin, I am willing to devote my loyalty to you."

(End of chapter)