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

Lothar walked in the long, dark corridor outside the palace.

The rooms on both sides of the corridor were lit with dim candles.

There was a sound at the door.

A woman in a palace dress whispered from behind Lothar: Count Lothar.

Sibylla?

Lothar was a little surprised and bowed slightly: Good night, Your Highness.

Princess Sibylla's face was a little blurry under the light of the lampstand in the corridor: Count Lothar, I heard about the few battles you won. They were very good.

Lothar's tone was polite and distant: It's all thanks to the blessing of Heavenly Father.

She crossed herself: Indeed, you have always been a miracle worker.

Your Highness has given you the compliment.

She came to Lothar, lowered her voice and said, You are indeed walking on the path that you think is right, an upright path, but one that is destined to be full of difficulties and obstacles.

It's true that I admire you.

She paused slightly, and then said, I heard from His Majesty that you want to set up a border zone. What if I said, I would support you?

Lothar looked slightly stunned: Then I will be very grateful to you, Your Highness.

Sibylla chuckled and said, That's enough. It's not easy to get a favor from you.

Well, good night, Your Majesty.

Her figure disappeared in the darkness, like a ghost wandering in the deep palace.

Lothar paused slightly and continued walking out of the corridor.

Is Princess Sibylla going to move closer to the royal party?

Lothar was a little confused.

Then he realized that if Sibylla moved closer to the royal party, to a certain extent, the royal party, which was more willing to support Princess Isabella, would probably become the mortal enemy of the royal party.

In a sense, this can be regarded as forcing the royal party to become a neutral faction and participate in the competition in person.

Lothar frowned slightly, but soon relaxed.

It's okay to have a fight.

Once Sibylla marries Balian and becomes one of her own, it means that the royal party will get up from the audience and go down to the arena.

There is no difference between cooperating earlier and cooperating later.

He can also obtain the title of vassal prince in advance, and his name is correct.

Always thinking about getting benefits and being unwilling to pay is not a good quality. Baron Godfrey also helped him a lot in the beginning.

End of corridor.

Starlight.

In the garden, the pool that surrounds the garden from the ground reflects the stars.

grown ups!

Hans was wearing neat armor and was leading the sergeants of the Royal Knights to stand guard here.

Lothar patted him on the shoulder: Thank you.

During the next period of time, Hans had to stay in Jerusalem and take charge of the Royal Knights for himself.

This is a good thing.

In Lothar's eyes, Hans has the potential to become a Coors-level tool man, but he still needs to be cultivated.

Taking charge of the Royal Knights is also an experience for him.

Although Lothar is currently lacking talents.

But isn’t there Cellinina?

Lothar was not prepared to let her stay by his side forever.

When he goes back tonight, he plans to hand over the task of resettling the refugees to her.

This can also be regarded as an assessment. If Cellinina can hand in a perfect answer sheet, her life may not be as easy as it is now.

Hans hesitated to speak. He would rather stay with Lothar than stay in Jerusalem to take charge of the Royal Knights.

Oh, you are just working around me, how can you be as majestic as being the majestic acting grand leader on your own?

Lothar saw through Hans's thoughts and was somewhat relieved: Tomorrow, gather fifty of the most elite knights and sergeants of the Royal Knights. We have something to do.

Hans asked confused: What is it?

Lothar's answer was concise and to the point: Ransomware.

Hans hesitated: Ms. Jeanne should be better at this, right?

If you dare to say that in front of Jeanne, I will let her do this on your behalf.

Hans opened his mouth, but chose to close it.

He didn't dare.

I thought that Miss Cellinina would be a reliable new leg, but I didn't expect that she wouldn't be able to rely on her at all.

Hans sighed.

Lothar showed a sympathetic look: There is no way. All of Chelinina's relatives and the entire family were destroyed at the hands of her own clan. You should be glad that you belong to the non-staff wolf clan.

ah?

Hans felt his scalp tingle.

Am I the only one who doesn't know about this?

Lothar showed a look of pity: It's very possible.

He patted Hans on the shoulder, bade him farewell, and left the palace happily.

After politely declining the request for escort from the guards.

Not far away, Lothar saw Prajna standing at the bottom of the stone steps, leaning on the stone pillar and waiting.

Her face didn't show any emotion. When she saw Lothar coming, she just said lightly: Let's go.

Lothar felt warm in her heart and held her hand familiarly.

Sorry, I didn't know you were waiting for me and kept you waiting.

Prajna shook his head and said: I didn't make an agreement with you in advance, so I have nothing to apologize for. It's just that as an iron guard, I have to consider your safety.

Late at night in Jerusalem, the streets are deserted.

But the sky is not particularly dark, and the moonlight tonight is still very bright.

The two of them stood side by side, and when they approached Constance Manor, they let go of their hands in a tacit understanding.

When returning to the room.

Fringilla was talking excitedly to Chelinina.

Cellinina's face was expressionless, and she didn't know if she was listening carefully. She just skillfully opened the lid of the iron box with her thumb from time to time, took out a chocolate bar and stuffed it into the other person's mouth.

Lothar and Prajna looked at each other, and both saw a trace of doubt in each other's eyes.

Flynn's little brat's personality actually got along well with the serious Chelinina, instead of just a flash in the pan during the journey.

Jeanne's voice sounded from behind the two of them: It's unbelievable, isn't it?

She crossed her arms and said with emotion: Maybe when you make friends, your personalities should be more complementary, not similar.

If Miss Chelinina were to be with Miss Prajna, the two of them would be in a daze looking at each other every day.

Lothar said noncommittally: Maybe.

Jeanne suddenly frowned: I always feel that you two have been alone for a long time recently. If I hadn't smelled some strange smell, I would really wonder if you had done something bad behind my back.

Prajna passed her by with an expressionless expression.

Lothar looked at Jeanna's suspicious expression and frowned: I expect you to pick me up. I might have had my head chopped off by an assassin.

Jeanne looked innocent: How can it be that easy? You are now considered a master. With the blood of Dragonborn in your body and the aura of the Dark Lord, who doesn't think you are a top powerhouse?

You can't fool everyone by fooling them.

Jeanne nodded: But you also have the talent of Earthly Dragon, the talent of Prajna, and there are also many life-saving skills in blood magic, such as the one that turns into countless little bats with a bang.

Seeing Lothar's expression of surprise, she said helplessly:

Okay, if you use the holy spear, I will be able to feel it, and I will definitely run to your side to protect you immediately.

But speaking of which, Miss Cellinina is your chief assassin, so she should be able to take on the role of personal bodyguard, right?

Lothar shook his head and said: I have another appointment for her. The recruitment of refugees will be handed over to her to coordinate the overall situation starting from tomorrow.

Oh, I know no one under you can only eat and not work.

Lothar sneered: It's good to know, so starting from tomorrow, you have to start training new troops for me.

The slightly teasing smile on Jeanna's face quickly solidified.

How many days have I been free? Besides, I am good at leading troops. I think you are more suitable than me for training troops!

Lothar said ha: I don't know if you can train soldiers. Those who are able work hard, thank you for your hard work - the old wine in the wine cellar is not for nothing.