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

Early the next morning.

Ella Port, in the square in front of St. Andrew's Cathedral.

After reading out the charges against Rahman’s family, some slaves, and Hadi’s gang members.

Following Pepin's order.

The people who were standing on the scaffolding pedals were suddenly suspended in the air, and their necks tied to the nooses were broken by the sudden fall of their bodies.

The crowd suddenly burst into cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

Langdon burst into tears. He had almost been forced to death by Hardy, who was under Rahman's command.

Holy Fire, you don't punish the villains, but the pagan lords give us justice.

In this case, from today on, I will no longer believe in the Holy Fire. I will be baptized and converted in this church in front of me.

There were many people who made the same decision as Langdon.

On this day, there are many converts, although there are many of them, all for the so-called conversion.

But Lothar didn't care. As long as he converted, it would be equivalent to handing in a certificate of surrender. If the Saracens came back in the future, they would all be liquidated.

Moreover, the people at the bottom are such a contradiction between piety and impiety.

People travel thousands of miles to come to the Holy Land, isn't it more for the so-called legend of flowing milk and honey?

No one would want to place their hopes on ascending to heaven to live a good life in this life.

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Few people could have imagined that in their eyes, the Lachman leader, who was so rich and powerful that they could not even think of resisting, would be defeated so quickly.

The people of Port Ella were grateful to this Frankish earl with nicknames such as Dragon Slayer, Guardian of the Holy Land, and Hand of the King, and praised him for his justice and kindness.

But there are also people who are afraid of it.

In the manor of a local chieftain.

Someone is making an impassioned speech:

Don't you know how this tyrant treated local leaders like us in Hebron? Rahman is just the beginning, he has no intention of letting us go.

Yes, he is even more greedy than that greedy idiot Zain. Zain only wants our money, but he also wants our lives!

It's time to unite, brothers. If we continue to be scattered like this, we will only be defeated individually!

Someone shouted: I recommend Muller as our leader. He is the richest, most powerful, and most prestigious person among us. If we can successfully drive away that tyrant, I am willing to let Muller be our leader. Lord!

Yes, I am willing too.

There are many shadow followers.

Muller sat in the top position, feeling a little bit amused in his heart.

Who would have thought that a group of people who gathered to rebel would elect him, a traitor, as the leader of the rebel army?

Mueller was silent for a moment and then said: Everyone, maybe I am not qualified for this position because I have sworn allegiance to my Lord Lothar.

Everyone was in an uproar.

You traitor!

Damn, he must have informed us of our whereabouts.

Someone pulled out a weapon with a clang and tried to hold Mueller hostage. Mueller's personal guards were not to be outdone and drew their swords to meet the enemy.

The two sides are still in a confrontation stage.

In the manor, heavy footsteps could be heard.

The sound of the collision of iron pieces was like an ecstasy from hell, approaching them quickly.

Due to successive victories and a large number of captures, the equipment of the peasants and soldiers has been greatly improved compared to the beginning. Scale armor and mail armor are all considered to be sophisticated.

Among them, the order knights on foot gave orders from time to time. This was a trial prepared by Lothar for the peasants and soldiers.

Behind them, there were remaining veterans holding heavy javelins and large square shields in their hands to ensure that no one could escape.

The battle was one-sided.

The peasants and soldiers lined up in a shield wall, their steps were orderly and orderly, and they continued to advance according to the whistle held in the mouths of the knights, compressing the enemy's space.

The opponent did not carry a crossbow or any cavalry, so he was eventually surrounded, with spears like a forest and stained with blood.

Mueller looked a little disappointed: My lord, I didn't originally intend to do this to you. As long as you are fair and law-abiding, it's a pity...

The local chiefs' rebellion plunged Port Ella into an atmosphere of terror.

Many slightly wealthier Saracens have become extremely cautious and dare not go out easily.

Even some low-level pagans couldn't help but recall the massacres carried out by the Crusaders.

An invitation letter with a wax seal was sent out by the galloping hussars and sent to the various vassals of Lothar.

Afterwards, there was an intensive division of land and production, and a large amount of money flowed out from Losa's small treasury to build water conservancy projects.

Karez, a water conservancy project once recorded in textbooks, also began to be widely built.

The workers were treated very well and were even given land. After just one day, Lothar's reputation, which had hit rock bottom, was beginning to rebound.

Lothar held her chin with one hand and sat at the desk.

He did not go to watch the second round of public trials. Jeanne and Hans were not in Port Ella. They led the Varangian Guards and most of the winged cavalry and rushed to Alandre.

The changes here could not be hidden from the Saracen chiefs in Alandre, so it was only a matter of time before a rebellion started there.

Prajna, I don't want to kill so many people. If they are more honest and don't collude and prepare to resist me, I have no intention of attacking them.

In Lothar's expectation, the local leaders of Port Ella were indeed to be spared.

But they were frightened, and there was a precedent in Hebron. He just picked a typical example, and frightened them into rebelling.

It's a pity that a traitor was found among them.

Otherwise, it is really possible to cause considerable losses to Lothar.

You know, the local chiefs in Ella Port have benefited from trade and are much richer than those in Hebron.

This may become normal in the future, because my reputation has been established, and every pagan leader in my territory will feel fear.

My enemies will be more united, such as the Impaler. If I attack him, the leaders under him will definitely have money and strength to contribute.

Prajna whispered: Any monarch, the throne under his body is made of white bones.

Lothar smiled and said: Don't worry, Prajna, my heart is as strong as iron now, and I have not been shaken by this. It's just that when I see those children, I still feel a little compassion.

Yes, Not Bad.

Prajna is concise and concise.

Lothar knew that what Prajna was saying here was that he still maintained abundant humanity, and the dragonborn bloodline had not caused further erosion to him.

At this time, the guard came forward to report.

My lord, Baron Argonne is here.

Lothar was a little surprised and said: So fast?

The letter was only sent out a day ago, right?

The guard who reported the news hesitated and asked: Sir, do you want to invite Baron Argonne in?

certainly.

Sir, long time no see.

As soon as he entered the door, Baron Argon saluted Lothar respectfully.

It hadn't actually been that long since the two last met.

He reached out to help Baron Argon, and the two exchanged pleasantries.

Baron Argon then revealed his purpose of coming: My lord, I hope to have my son work under you, whether he is an attendant, a cupbearer, or a food messenger.

Lothar immediately realized that Baron Argon was entrusting a proton to him.

Baron Argonne, you are the vassal I trust and rely on the most, why do you have to do this?

Baron Argon knelt down on one knee and said solemnly: Sir, I just hope to gain more trust from you. Whether it is Leonard or a heretic, you can pull me along when you deal with any enemy.

Lothar thought for a moment and said:

Let's do this, Baron Argon. I grant you the title of Honorary Order Knight. Under my command, the Order Knight is the knight team closest to me and my most trusted.

Baron Argon was slightly startled: My lord, as a knight of the order, what do you need me to do?

The system prompts: It is detected that you are trying to accept a lower-level lord with a title as a knight of the order. This will cause the other party's loyalty level to be reduced by two levels by default, from worship to respect.

It is recommended to use a blank one-star retinue template to take them under your command, but the loyalty will be converted into intimacy.

Lothar was silent for a moment. What's the use of respect? Argon's attitude towards him was already respectful enough.

It seems that his plan to subdue all the vassals by canonizing the Knights of the Order is going to come to nothing.

Lothar quickly got rid of his disappointment. Without the help of the system, he would not be a useless person.

What's more, he also has a statue of an angel in effect, and most of the vassals in the territory have fought against Saladin under him.

Lothar silently chose to give up transforming Argon into a Knight of the Order. The quota was limited, so he had to use it sparingly.

He said: Argon, Knight of the Order of Honor means that you do not need to perform the duties of the Knight of the Order in peacetime, but this is not only a title, but also an honor and obligation.

Argon, answer me, are you willing to respond to the call as soon as possible when I need you, even if you have served for forty days this year.

Vassals are generally required to serve for forty days each year for their loyal superior lords. They can pay the shield tax to avoid it, or they can not go themselves and only send knights and soldiers instead to answer the call.

Argon did not hesitate, knelt down on one knee and said: Sir, I am willing!

Okay, Argon, I promise you, you won't regret today's decision.

Lothar stretched out his hand and helped Argon up from the ground.