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

All the Crusader nobles are preparing intensively for war, and Leonard is no exception.

In the barracks at Fort Kale, his sergeants were distributing ordnance to the conscripts.

He wore a bright red silk cloak, with a neatly trimmed red beard on his chin, and a Norman-style helmet on his head, pressed on a mail turban - compared to the more heavily defended and sultry barrel Helmets, many Crusader nobles prefer this kind of Norman helmet that can reveal half of the face and is cheaper.

The horse attendant who rushed from Jerusalem came to Leonard: Sir, the news has come back. His Majesty the King refuses to give up the territories of Rauf and Zain. When the envoy leaves the border, the war can be declared to have begun. .

Leonard sneered: Ha, as expected.

Now, Lothar has become the criminal who broke the peace treaty. I want to see how this little king should be dealt with.

The attendant opened his mouth but stopped talking.

Leonard said impatiently: If you have anything to say, just say it, hesitantly.

His Majesty the King has been cured of leprosy.

What?

What did you say? Say it again!

Leonard's face was full of disbelief. He grabbed the collar of the horse attendant: How can leprosy be cured? Are you sure you saw it with your own eyes?

The attendant nodded with some fear: Yes, I saw it with my own eyes. His Majesty the King's appearance is no different from that of a normal person. People in Jerusalem say that this is the result of Heavenly Father's blessing.

Leonard weakly let go of the attendant. He had originally hoped that Lothar would be punished so that his title and reputation could be restored. But now it seemed that there was no hope at all.

No!

Not necessarily!

At such a critical moment, Lothar abandoned the Holy Land. As long as he performed well in this battle and made enough contributions, even if the little king recovered and recast the king's authority, he would still have to be rewarded.

Come here, prepare your horses. I will immediately lead a group of cavalry to the Holy Land to meet with our King.

he shouted.

Wait, sir, there is one more thing.

The attendant was a little embarrassed to speak.

Say, if you have any bad news, let's tell it all at once next time!

Leonard said coldly with a cold face.

Coors in the south has issued a call-up order to you, requiring you to send a team of at least 300 infantrymen and 50 heavy-armed troops to join the coalition forces in Transjordan within the specified time limit.

Who is Coors?

Leonard was stunned for a moment: That treasurer of Lothar?

Yes, my lord.

Leonard sneered and said: That is a despicable person who is like a Jewish businessman, always willing to spend every penny, and sells his soul to the devil and gold coins. Why should he hand over a recruitment order to me?

Are you going to turn them down?

Leonard hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said:

No, just ignore them. Just pretend that we haven't received the call-up order at all. I am the front-line general of Fort Kale, and I have the responsibility to guard the gate. If the troops are transferred and the eastern border of the kingdom is lost, whose responsibility is it?

A lean camel is bigger than a horse. Although his vitality is severely damaged, Leonard is still the most powerful noble in the Holy Land, second only to Duke Raymond and Marquis Lothar.

Moreover, he got a valuable dowry for marrying Eleanor, and Eleanor was also a devout believer, so it would not be a problem to persuade her to spend the money to recruit soldiers and horses for him.

Coupled with his savings over the years, Leonard estimates that he should be able to gather nearly 5,000 troops. Although it is a bit difficult to maintain, it cannot be less than his immediate boss, Lothar's headquarters.

He still needs to rely on this army to help him regain his lost territory and title.

At the very least, let King Baldwin see that Transjordan is more useful in his hands than in Lothar's hands!

Hebron, Andreas, who had just arrived in Hebron with the Knights of the Order of Alandre, was sitting at the table with some distress, looking at the thick pile of documents accumulated in front of him.

He was appointed by Coors as the logistics manager of the Transjordanian coalition forces. He was not only responsible for settling the coalition forces from various places that would arrive one after another, planning their camps, but also maintaining logistical supplies after the army departed.

Maintaining the logistics of a 10,000-strong army would be a very difficult task even in Gaul, let alone a holy land with scarce water resources and vast deserts.

If fighting on the mainland, the logistics line can also pass through the Tree of Life and the two oases for supplies, reducing a certain degree of logistical pressure.

If we were fighting on the northern border, we would have to carry so many clay pots with water along the way.

What kind of huge number of vehicles, horses, and camels would be responsible for maintaining such a supply line?

Just thinking about this problem made Andreas feel like his scalp was numb.

Lord Coors, is this the test you gave me? Is it too difficult?

He looked at the black-robed chief executive standing in the backlight, his expression full of distress.

Coors said calmly: It's time to test your learning results. Relax, aren't you also responsible for the food and drink of tens of thousands of people when you govern Alandre?

Can that be the same?

Andreas couldn't help but complain.

Moreover, he did not govern Alandre alone. The monks and knights of Saint Lazarus were all his important assistants.

There are indeed difficulties. All the scribes and clerks in Hebron are under your jurisdiction. Andreas, if you can't prove that you have outstanding talents, how can you win the favor of the Lord?

Or are you really willing to be just an ordinary official with a knighthood?

Kors's voice was light and airy. Although he was standing in front of him, the voice seemed to come from behind him.

He looked at Coors with some surprise.

Don't look at me like that. You should know very well that not only my lord, but also me, Hans, and several ladies have extraordinary powers. Even if they are given to you only a little, it will be enough for you to benefit from.

You know very well that even if I don't say this, I will do my best.

Andreas smiled bitterly and said: I'm just worried that if I don't do well, it will affect the direction of this war.

Kors chuckled and said: Don't worry, if you can't do it well, most likely it won't be done well if you leave it to others. Moreover, I plan to give you some small help, which will make your energy more powerful. abundant.

What kind of help?

Coors' smile, with his back to the icon painted on the wall, is like a devil that confuses people: Are you willing to embrace blood?

Andreas shuddered, and he stammered: Becoming a vampire like you? I want to think about it, my lord.

Coors still retains the ability of his first embrace. As a vampire born as a blood servant, he was appreciated by Dracula the Impaler and received a drop of royal blood, allowing him to join the true blood royal family.

The quality is naturally not comparable to that of Fringilla, a top-notch vampire in the royal bloodline, but it is still better than most ordinary vampires.

Of course, having a baby for the first time is extremely draining. Many vampires have to sleep for a long time to repair this loss. Under normal circumstances, Coors would not spend his precious blood to reproduce offspring.

It's a beautiful thought.

Coors sneered: I just give you half a drop of blood essence to make you initially become a vampire. At best, it will make you more agile, more energetic, and have a longer lifespan.

Is this also called 'at best'?

Andreas complained in his mind.

Although he was tempted for a moment, Andreas was still quite resistant to becoming a stranger.

After all, he is also a devout believer in Heavenly Father, so how can he easily accept the power of the devil?

Even if this devil is one of our own.

Lord Coors, I shouldn't have to do this alone. I can understand that you want to go with the army, but I remember that Knight Muller of Port Ella is also a very good internal affairs talent.

Coors looked at him deeply.

Mueller can't do it. He has to take charge of the defense of Port Ella. Once it falls, we won't be able to collect the supplies to support the frontline army. This task must be done by you.

He shook his head, turned and disappeared into the room.

Andreas was left sitting in the chair, struggle written on his face.